Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warnings: Femslash.

Note: Written for the Big Damn Prompt Race Competition (KatieAlicia).

Girls Like Girls

Her hair was plastered to her shoulders, the wet strands soaking through the white cotton of her shirt and curling around the collar to cling against the sides of her neck and cheeks. The button-up was left open, her black bra on display. Katie slumped against the lockers as she waited for Alicia to finish showering. Quidditch practice was particularly rough today, and Angelina already left, eager to leave and rest. A nice, warm bed sounded brilliant right now, but her limbs felt too heavy, and Kate couldn't quite bring herself to get up from the surprisingly comfortable position on the floor. Her legs were sprawled out before her, skirt riding up a little too high to be decent. Katie could almost hear her mother's furious yells at the unladylike display.

She closed her eyes, listening to the rhythmic pattering of the water spraying from the shower head, hitting the tiled floor with soothing smacks. Katie didn't know how long she stayed like that, back propped against the lockers, fluffy towel in hand, one sock clad on her left foot, but she heard a soft hiss before the rain stopped. A toe nudged her playfully, and Katie squinted at the figure in front of her, a content smile creeping on her face at a second's notice.

Dark eyes looked back at her with a bright twinkle, lips curling prettily at the corners.

Katie's heart beat slow, languid like the moment, a kind of intimacy that spoke of gentle whispers and sweet caresses.

Alicia was an angel, black hair cascading in wet waves. The white towel around her shoulders caught stray beads of water trailing down her face that Katie wanted to catch with her tongue. She beckoned her forward, and Katie grabbed her hand, skin warm and soft from the shower. They sat on the wooden bench, the seat cold against the back of her thighs. Katie held her breath, a draft chilling her exposed body, goosebumps prickling up her arms. Warm, caramel skin brushed against milky white, and her mouth dried at their closeness. Katie could count the eyelashes on her friend's face, the seductive dip along her collar bone, the smooth swelling of her chest. Her eyelids shut of their own accord as she prayed for restraint against sin personified.

Katie heard a giggle to her right, and she shivered when Alicia moved closer. She choked on the sudden heady scent of smoke, rearing back and coughing as her eyelids flew open. Waving a hand to clear away the sneaky tendrils, Katie glared half-heartedly at Alicia and received a cheeky grin in return. She leaned forward, catching Alicia's wrist with her hand and bringing it to her lips. Breathing in deeply, she held the smoke in her lungs, swirling in a dizzy cocktail of lust and confusion before exhaling it out in a sigh. They connected eyes and shared a secret smile. Katie ducked her head down, leaning on a strong shoulder, and watched as Alicia brought the stick to her beautiful mouth. Smoke filled the air, and Katie could barely see through the haze. Pink lips parted around the cigarette, puffy wisps escaping in innocent trails. Katie leaned in.