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This party sucks ass.
The lights were too bright, the music was too loud, and the beer was god-awful . Nicole couldn’t even tell which way was up anymore, which probably should’ve been her sign to get the fuck out of there. Drunk in a room full of frat guys is a one-way ticket to being a statistic, and tonight was not the night.
She couldn’t leave yet though, because the bitch who was supposed to be sticking with her had wandered off at some point without Nicole noticing. That was her ride home, even though Jecka was probably more drunk than she was now.
“God… where the fuck are you..”
It was only really meant to be heard by her, but the moment she spoke, like some kinda sound-seeking missile, Kelly bounced over to where Nicole was swaying on her feet.
“Hey Nicole! Who you looking for?”
“The blonde bitch fucking ditched me…”
“Oh! Jecka? She went up to the 2nd floor last I saw.”
Nicole blinked, trying to remember where a “second floor” was.
“…the what.?”
“Here- I’ll just take you there. You shouldn’t be this drunk around boys anyways.”
Kelly began leading her through the crowd of sweaty, gross college students grinding on each other and yelling nonsense. Kelly might be dumber than a bag of rocks, but even Nicole knew she was the best party host you could get. It was kind of jarring how responsible she became every time she was in charge, calling people’s roommates to bring them home, making sure no one got in the pool drunk, and apparently, finding preppy girls who run off without you.
They eventually made it up the stairs, coming into a hallway with a few closed doors, some noises coming from behind them.
“She’s probably up here somewhere, good luck!”
Huh.
She didn’t bother checking any of the rooms with sounds coming out of them, those definitely weren’t Jecka.
She wouldn’t sound like that.
The last closed door in the hall was silent, so she decided to take the risk to see if Jecka was there. Sure enough, standing by the window and blowing smoke out into the night, was her best friend.
For a moment Nicole sort of forgot what she was there for, instead opting to just stare at the girl in front of her in silence. She was hot as fuck literally all the time, that was just a fact, but right then she looked downright ethereal. Maybe it was the alcohol making Nicole lose her inhibitions, but she didn’t bother pretending to be looking somewhere else, even when Jecka turned around to face her.
“...”
“..Hello to you too, bitch. Is there something on my shirt?”
“Huh? No, I was just, like… looking at your tits.”
Jecka’s eyes widened at that comment, and she let out a huff of amusement.
“Damn, you must be really fucked up if you just admitted it like that. You know, usually you at least pretend not to be insanely into me.”
“I am not into you, slut. I just think you have nice tits, is that a crime?”
All that got her was a smug look and a shrug, as Jecka turned back towards the window to breath out another puff of smoke.
“No need to get defensive, I don’t mind.”
Nicole begrudgingly walked up beside her and put her hand out expectantly.
“Whatever bitch, give me one.”
A dart was placed between her fingers and she brought it up to her lips, only to realize it wasn’t lit.
“Light?”
Jecka looks over at her and raises an eyebrow.
“Is that how you ask?”
“Give me a light, whore.”
The blonde girl shakes her head and smirks at her, which sets off some kind of spark in Nicole’s gut, making her feel like she just swallowed an entire box of lit matches.
“Nope. Ask nicely , or you aren’t getting jack shit.”
Nicole tried reaching for the lighter to steal it, but Jecka was quicker, and she held it up above her head so Nicole couldn’t reach it.
“Say please.”
“Oh come on , you can’t be serious.”
“Dead serious. Start begging, bitch.”
Normally a smoke wouldn’t be worth all of this. Nicole wasn’t even addicted like Jecka was, not enough to be begging for it anyways. The alcohol must of fucked up her priorities though, because the lighter all of a sudden felt like the most important thing on Earth.
“…give me the fucking lighter. Please .”
The other girl smiled like she had just won a prize, and she dropped the lighter abruptly, causing it to clatter onto the ground.
Nicole begrudgingly leaned down to pick it up off the floor, but as she did so, she felt a sudden weight on her. She looked up to see Jecka’s hand placed on top of her head.
“Good job.”
This bitch.
She shot back up, and glared with all of the anger she could muster.
“What the hell? Did the shitty beer turn you gay?”
Jecka just shrugged at the accusation.
“I dunno, maybe. Just thought it was cute that you actually said please, don’t get all pissy.”
“Holy fuck, you are so gay. Remind me not to get drunk with you ever again.”
“Like you can talk. You literally admitted to staring at my chest, like, 5 minutes ago.”
Nicole tried to think of a retort to that, but the mention of it caused her eyes to unwittingly drift downwards once again, and she inwardly cursed herself.
“Anddd now you’re doing it again. Remind me who the gay one was?”
“Still you, bitch. I’m just drunk, not my fault you look… pretty right now or whatever.”
The blonde girl fluttered her eyelashes dramatically at that.
“Aw, you think I’m pretty? How sweet.”
“I’m going to put this cigarette out on you if you keep talking.”
“I’m wasted enough to let you, sure.”
Now that got Nicole’s attention.
“Wait- actually?”
Jecka hummed in thought, tapping her lip and looking up at the ceiling.
“I dunno… sounds fun, but I don’t wanna walk around with a burn on my neck, that's trashy.”
“Trashy can still be hot, just look at me. It’ll be fine.”
She waved her hand to shrug off Jecka’s complaint, but it didn't seem to change her mind.
“I’m not like you though, I can’t pull off dirty hot bitch, I’ll just look like a whore.”
Nicole was oddly disappointed at being shot down once again, looking a lot more crestfallen than she meant to. Jecka noticed, because of course she did, and her lips twisted into a mocking smile.
“How about this. We can still do it, but you’re gonna be the one who gets burned.”
Nicole choked in surprise, and dropped her own cigarette in the process.
“Are you- serious? Why the fuck would I do that?”
“It’d suit you more, you said it yourself. Plus, it’ll be fun. You’re not scared of a little burn, right?”
“I-”
Nicole thought about it, and she actually couldn’t come up with a real reason why she wouldn’t want to do this. Maybe they both got turned gay. Who knew the world’s worst beer was actually a pride parade product in disguise?
“I mean I guess, whatever. Don’t start being weird about this though, It’s just because I’m curious.”
The look on Jecka’s face told her she definitely didn’t believe that, but she nodded nonetheless.
“Of course. Just an experiment. To see what happens.”
Before Nicole could even agree with the statement, a hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her close, tugging it down slightly to allow for easy access to her neck.
She braced for the inevitable sting of burning on her neck, but after waiting for a long moment, nothing happened.
“So are you just gonna hold me here or-”
“Be quiet.”
Jecka’s other hand shot up from her hip and held onto the side of Nicole’s neck, hovering the cigarette so close to her skin that she could feel the embers falling off of it. Then she slowly pushed it down, causing Nicole to inhale sharply and curse under her breath. She held the burning dart there for a few seconds, and then slowly pulled away, still keeping Nicole’s wrist in place.
Jecka leaned back slightly, admiring the small mark she had left.
“That wasn't so bad, was it?”
The brunette pulled back and rubbed at her wrist where Jecka had been holding on.
“You’re more of a freak than I am, Jesus Christ.”
The other girl didn’t respond, and instead stepped closer to Nicole, getting right back up in her face.
“You’re apparently more of a drunk than I am too, stop just staring at me and say something, bitch.”
Jecka blinked slowly at her, and then looked to the side, out towards the currently open bedroom door.
“…you wanna make out?”
“..What-?”
The blonde girl got even closer, her chest brushing against Nicole’s as she stared her down.
Oh fuuucckk.
“You heard me. You’re a hot bitch, and I haven’t hooked up with anyone in way too long. So, you wanna make out?”
“Aren’t you- like, straight?”
“I can make an exception. Look, I’m impatient, and horny, so if you don’t want to, get the fuck out so I can find someone who does.”
The bluntness of the statement threw Nicole off, and she let out a stuttered breath. What the fuck was this slut on? Jecka wasn’t like this, not with Nicole. She fucked around with guys , not girls. Especially not girls who were “actually evil”, in her words.
But….
Jecka is hot. Everyone knows that. But that wasn’t all. No, plenty of people were hot. Jecka was gorgeous . And Nicole had never met anyone gorgeous before. Maybe she never would again.
“I-… fine, whatever.”
Jecka raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“Is that a yes-?”
“Sure. I mean, I don’t got anything better to d—“
She was cut off by a hand grabbing onto her jaw and holding it in place, followed by soft lips pressing into her own. A finger pushed into her cheek to force her head to tilt, and Jecka deepened the kiss. It was sloppy, it tasted like alcohol and bad decisions, but it still made Nicole’s face burn like it never had before. A small, almost unnoticeable sound fell out of her mouth at the feeling. Jecka heard it, and grinned into the kiss.
Thank fuck no one else can see this.
..Wait.
Nicole abruptly broke the kiss, and Jecka made a huff of disappointment at the loss of contact, but let go.
“What’s wrong?”
“You didn’t- close the fucking door, dipshit.”
There was no response, and so Nicole turned and walked over to the door. She checked to see if anyone was in the hall before pulling it closed and locking it.
“There, now perverts won’t be watching us.”
The moment she stepped away, her shoulders were grabbed and she was shoved back onto the door, pulled into another rough kiss before she even had time to catch her breath. It was even deeper than the first, as Jecka pushed her tongue into Nicole’s mouth and grasped at her face.
Nicole fell into the rhythm of the kiss as well, wrapping her arms around the blonde girl’s neck to gain more stability. They continued until both of them couldn’t breathe, at which point they pulled away with a gasp. Nicole then tried to tighten her hold to pull Jecka in for another, but her arms were shoved away and pinned onto the door on either side of her.
Jecka stared at her, a mix of teasing and something softer in her eyes, before she tilted her head downwards and began leaving small kisses down Nicole’s jawline. It sent a shiver down the girl’s spine, that only got worse the further down Jecka went. It started gentle, just brushing her lips to the bony angles of Nicole’s face, but that quickly turned into open-mouthed kisses, which led to a tongue being dragged slowly up and down her neck, making her shake even more.
Then, just when she started to get used to the feeling, Jecka moved both of her wrists to be above her head and held them there with one hand, using the other to tilt Nicole’s chin to the side. For a moment nothing happened, Jecka just studied her face intensely and let out a low hum of approval. She leaned in further, and then, without warning, bit down on Nicole’s collarbone, causing her to yelp in surprise.
Jecka paid it no mind and continued her mission, now leaving a trail of bite marks and bruises in her wake.
Nicole squeezed her eyes shut and took sharp, gasping breaths to try and counter the strange, electric feeling of teeth raking across her skin. Her mouth was clamped shut as well, attempting to be as silent and unbothered as possible. It turned out to be useless though, when a pair of lips coated in smudged strawberry lip gloss pressed back onto hers, and she felt her knees give out, only to be caught by Jecka pushing her harder against the door, holding Nicole up by herself. Muffled noises tumbled out of her, and she felt that godforsaken smirk spread across the other girl’s face once again.
Jecka sighed and whispered into her mouth;
“God, you’re so good..”
Nicole wanted to punch Jecka in the face for saying that, and then herself for how it made the tension leave her body almost instantly. All she managed was a low groan in reply, and that just encouraged Jecka even more.
“Damn, you actually like that, huh? Who would’ve thought. It’s true, you’re good Nicole. You’re so, so good. A good girl .”
Nicole forced her face into a weak scowl, trying so hard to look put off by the praise.
“Shhutt… the fuckup-”
Jecka, the bitch, just grinned again and pressed her knee in between Nicole’s legs, causing her to inhale sharply and turn her head to the side. A hand reached out and held onto her chin, forcing her to look the other girl in the eyes.
Okay, this whore is way too smug.
When Jecka leaned in for a kiss this time, Nicole was ready. The moment their tongues began to intertwine, she bit down. Hard.
Jecka pulled back and sputtered in disbelief.
“Agh-! What the hell-?!”
“Deserved.”
Jecka glared at her, rubbing her face from the pain.
“Deserved my ass, I haven’t even done shit yet.”
“Yeah well, you’re still fucking handsy, groping me like a teenage boy or something.”
“Was not! And besides, you agreed to it.”
“I don’t remember part of that agreement being “slam my back into a door as hard as you can”.”
The blonde girl opened her mouth to retort, then seemed to think better of it and remained silent. She slowly stepped back into Nicole’s space and smiled down at her.
“Would you prefer somewhere else?”
She tilted her head in the direction of the guest bed behind her, looking between it and Nicole.
Am I seriously considering this?
Nicole glanced around the room and considered her options. She should want to leave, Jecka would let her go, she wasn’t trapped here. So why didn’t she leave? Nicole had always been the one in control. This time she wasn’t. She should hate that. It should be dangerous.
But she didn’t. And it wasn’t.
Ah, fuck it.
She sighed and looked at Jecka with a raised eyebrow.
“You really are a perv, you know that?”
She didn’t appear to care much about the accusation, and instead smiled, staring holes through Nicole with darkened eyes.
“You don’t seem to mind.”
Nicole shrugged, trying to fake nonchalance at the situation.
“I don’t, not really. Being friends with a “perfect 10 with a high libido”, it was kinda expected.”
“That's good. You won’t mind this either then.”
In one smooth motion, Jecka pulled her over to the edge of the bed and pushed her into a sitting position. She then placed one arm on either side of Nicole’s body and leaned down, just barely brushing the tips of their noses together.
She stopped right before Nicole’s lips, and glanced down and then back up in a silent question.
What’s she waiting-
Oh.
She’s waiting for me.
She’s waiting for my permission .
That shouldn’t have meant anything to her, but it did. Her face flushed a deep red, and she swallowed visibly before slowly nodding.
That was all the confirmation Jecka needed, as she immediately yanked Nicole into yet another passionate kiss. This one was slower, softer, almost careful, a pace Nicole was painfully unfamiliar with. Kissing had always been just something to suffer through to bend people to her will. Or sometimes, meaningless stimuli to keep the lights on in her head for another day. It had never been all that special, it had never been worth her effort, and it had definitely never been careful .
It was- ok. Nice, almost. Maybe even good .
She was so caught up in her thoughts and the feeling of lips pressed onto hers that she didn’t notice Jecka slowly pushing her back to lay down on the bed. She snapped out of it when she felt the back of her head hit the mattress, and she blinked up at the girl above her. The dim lights of the room shone from behind her head, making the blonde seem like she was glowing, as though the light was coming from Jecka herself.
She was angelic.
Her expression was far from holy though, dark eyes wandering over Nicole’s body, her lip bitten in concentration. Maybe if Nicole were anyone else, she would’ve felt self conscious. But she wasn’t anyone else, and she knew Jecka like the back of her hand. That wasn’t a look of judgment, no. It was something different. Something that made her throat tighten and her stomach tie itself into a knot. She had half a mind to grab a hold of Jecka and pull her down into a kiss, just so she couldn't see the very obvious blush spreading across Nicole’s face.
Jecka could apparently read her thoughts, because just as the idea crossed her mind, the shining silhouette above her leaned down and locked their lips together. With the added leverage from being directly on top of her, Jecka pushed her entire body over Nicole’s, effectively caging her in as they kissed. One leg was raised to press between Nicole’s thighs, and she gasped into the kiss, a sound that the other girl drank up with pleasure. Hands were everywhere, pulling at hair, raking down sides, gripping onto the other as if they were their only tether to this world.
Jecka was the one to pull back this time, almost laughing at the honest-to-god whine the girl beneath her let out at the loss of contact. She simply admired Nicole for a moment, taking in every inch of her, her reddened cheeks and her swollen lips, the bruises blooming all around the base of her neck like decoration, and of course, her deep, dark blue eyes looking up with a foreign expression that Jecka didn’t even know the girl could make.
It was rare that anyone saw Nicole in this state, if at all, and Jecka knew the privilege it was. She felt like she was high off of the way Nicole was looking at her. Maybe if she were a stronger person, she would have shut this down by now. But god, that look. It was so out of place, so uncanny, that it felt almost as if it was just for Jecka.
Just for me.
A wave of embarrassment washed over her at that idea, and she shook her head to clear her mind of unwanted thoughts.
Her hands reached down to the hem of Nicole’s shirt and grabbed a hold of it, glancing up at the girl’s face once again for permission. A quick nod was all the reply she got, and she quickly pulled the shirt off, throwing it to the floor and out of her perception. A vast expanse of ghostly pale skin was suddenly in front of her, and it felt like her eyes had been superglued to only look one way. After a moment of staring, she leaned down to begin decorating the brunette’s upper body with bruises and bitemarks to match her neck.
Nicole herself felt like she was losing the ability to breathe. The warm feeling of Jecka’s mouth moving against her skin followed by the slight pain of her teeth was intoxicating, more potent than all of the cheap beer in the world combined.
“ Christ , you’re such a fucking- biter- Jesus-”
“Mmmh.”
Jecka’s relentless affection suddenly came to a halt, and she reached under Nicole to the latch on her bra. Before she could ask, Nicole nodded and waved the predicted question off, agreeing to let her bra be removed.
It was thrown onto the floor carelessly by her shirt, and the moment it was gone a warm, wet mouth wrapped around one of her stiff nipples, pulling a deep moan from her chest. She instinctively went to slap a hand over her mouth, but her wrist was quickly held down. Jecka looked up into her eyes and sent her a small, almost nervous smile.
“No one’s listening. You can be as loud as you want.”
Nicole blinked at the sincerity in the words, and turned away from the wide brown eyes that were looking at her with far too much care. The blonde girl returned to her chest and began swirling her tongue around the tip of her breasts. Half-stifled groans fell out of her with each movement, and her body started pushing itself up into Jecka on its own.
The girl clearly took notice, and after peppering Nicole’s chest with a few more light kisses, she pushed the brunette’s hips down and leaned back slightly.
“I- uh-”
Jecka stumbled over her words, suddenly looking extremely bashful, and blushed furiously as she tried to string together a sentence.
“Do you- uh, want me to-”
She glanced down at the waistband of Nicole’s boxers peeking out from her jeans.
The shyness should’ve probably turned Nicole off, it always did with Ari. Or anyone who acted all timid and skittish, it only ever really irritated her.
Not this time though. No, it was sort of… sweet, in a weird way. Thinking of someone as “sweet” was not something she would’ve ever expected to do, especially not in this situation, but it was true. Jecka was sweet.
The word stuck in Nicole’s mind as she watched the blonde fidget, all of her previous bravado gone and replaced instead by a nervous, cautious want.
Jecka pulled back to a sitting position on top of Nicole, letting go of her wrists and simply staring down at her in uneasy silence. The girl beneath her missed the comforting pressure, and huffed impatiently.
“Problem?”
“No-no, I’m just… uh- y’know, waiting for permission-?”
While speaking she tilted her head to the side and avoided eye contact, an almost guilty expression creasing her features.
Maybe Nicole was still drunk off her ass, or maybe she had popped some pill she didn’t remember. Whatever the reason,she felt the odd need to reassure the nervous girl above her, and her hand went up to brush against the side of Jecka’s head, running her fingers through the thick waves of golden hair. Jecka leaned into it and closed her eyes to revel in the calming feeling.
Nicole laughed and rolled her eyes in disbelief at the girl, who was visibly restraining herself from moving until she was told she could.
Gorgeous.
“Obviously you have my permission, don’t be an idiot.”
“Does that mean yes?”
“What do you think?”
At that, Jecka’s bashful demeanor faded a bit, and she took on a more serious expression, turning back to look directly into Nicole’s eyes.
“I need to actually hear you say yes, Nicole. I need to know that this is what you want.”
…
“Fine, yes . Happy now?”
The girl above her smiled, and leaned down to plant a quick kiss on Nicole’s lips.
“Oh, absolutely.”
Jecka then swiftly moved them both so Nicole’s head fell on the pillows at the top of the bed, and Jecka was hovering below her shoulders. She hunched down to undo Nicole’s belt and slip off her jeans, throwing them both behind her at the same time.
Nicole suddenly felt very exposed compared to the girl above her, and that just wasn’t fair. So, she pulled at the straps of Jecka’s tank top and frowned impatiently. The bitch just snickered and rolled her eyes before yanking it off herself and tossing it away with Nicole’s clothes. The brunette felt her ears burn bright red at the sight of Jecka’s bare chest, but she couldn’t bring herself to avert her eyes.
“No bra? You whore.”
“ Shut up , Nicole.”
She shut her mouth.
Jecka grinned.
“That’s better.”
The words lit some spark in her brain, despite the fact she was trying very hard to ignore it.
Am I into that? Shit, I totally am.
Ew, Is this what it feels like to be Ari-?
…Maybe I should—
* KNOCK KNOCK*
Both girl’s heads shot up to look over at the door, which Nicole was now very glad she had decided to lock.
“Uh, hey, is anyone in there? Kelly’s kicking everyone out because someone set her microwave on fire…”
Jecka blinked in pure disbelief for a moment, and then pulled herself together enough to respond.
“I- sure, yes, we’ll leave.”
“Cool, yeah…. bye.”
The person’s footsteps faded down the hall, and Jecka slowly turned back to look at Nicole, who she was still basically on top of.
“...”
“Uh… we should probably like… get up, right?”
“What? Oh- yeah, yeah of course.”
The blonde girl shifted herself off of Nicole and slid off of the bed, walking stiffly over to the pile of clothes on the floor. She grabbed her tank top and pulled it back over her head, smoothing down her hair in a half-hearted attempt to look normal.
Nicole slowly got up to follow suit, grabbing her own discarded outfit and hurriedly putting it on. Once they were both dressed, They power-walked out of the bedroom door, keeping their eyes to the ground to avoid any other guests still leaving. A voice that sounded a whole lot like Kelly’s called out to them, but it was ignored in favor of rushing out of the house to Jecka’s car.
Once the two girls were finally out of the house and away from the crowd, they sat still in the car, neither of them able to think of something to say. Jecka silently turned the keys in the ignition and pulled out of the driveway, and Nicole could see her white-knuckling the steering wheel.
“...”
“Jecka, I-”
“-You want a cig? I think they’re in the glovebox, you can have one if you grab them.”
Okay, so they weren’t gonna talk about it. The brunette sighed and reached into the glovebox to grab a half-empty box of camels. She passed one over to Jecka and lit it for her, before doing the same for herself.
Soon their (Jecka’s, really) apartment came into view, and said girl parked her car and turned it off, leaning back in her seat and letting out a long, smoke-infused breath.
“I’m never drinking again.”
Please don’t say that.
“...yeah, me neither.”