I only take credit for the events here.
SPOILER WARNING: This book takes place during The Austere Academy, book #5. Spoilers of characters only, not events, but it could still ruin it for some people.
A/N: Yes, I know this could never, ever, ever in a million years happen. I know this. I KNOW this. So I won't need anyone to point out that it's very unlikely. I did not write this to be likely. I wrote this for my own pleasure and amusement, then decided others might enjoy it and so here it is for you.
Violet Baudelaire sat stiffly on the couch. She was in the main room of one of the dormrooms at the Austere Academy and she was wondering what she was doing there. She was surrounded by many girls she didn't know, and only one of them would she ever speak to, and only one word (though a very important word) that would be.
There were three other girls on the couch. One with medium-length brown hair, much like Violet's. One with short blonde hair, which made Violet think of how Sunny might look when she got older. And one with long red hair in a thick braid, who was sitting right beside Violet and reading a book entitled "Depressing Disastors Developed by Dictators", which looked interesting simply because it seemed so boring. However, if Violet knew that a dictator was some sort of villain, she may have thought of Count Olaf, and she may have thought of the fire that had destroyed her home. But Violet did not know this and so was completely untroubled by the significance of the title to her miserable life.
A creaking on the couch startled her. The red-haired girl was getting up. Now, Violet was beside the girl with hair much like her own. Violet looked at her with mild interest. The girl looked back. She had beautiful eyes, dark blue with green around the pupil. Some call these eyes "hazel", but Violet called them beautiful. Only in her mind.
"Violet," the girl said. She moved closer to Violet on the couch and smiled slyly. "Violet..." she said again, almost breathlessly. Now Violet was uneasy, was there something wrong with this girl?
She was about to ask about a dozen questions, from "How do you know my name?" to "Why must you sit so close?" and "Are your breasts naturally that size?" As that third question entered Violets mind, she slapped herself mentally. What on earth was she thinking about? As Violet started to open her mouth to ask one of the first two questions - one of the normal ones - she was suddenly stopped by something very surprising indeed.
The other girl was kissing her.
Right on the mouth, hard and passionately.
Eyes wide with shock, Violet did not move, but the other other girl did not stop. Violet closed her eyes and kissed back. She figured, Count Olaf would find a way to get Klaus, Violet, and Sunny away from the Academy. She figured she would never have to think of this again. She figured this was the best she was going to get for a long time. And she figured this girl was a good kisser.
Then it was over, as suddenly as it had began. Violet was nearly disappointed, then she reminded herself forcefully that she was straight, thankyouverymuch. No one in the room seemed to care. One or two girls were watching with interest, looking almost hungry, but no one else payed any attention because apparently this was very normal in this particular dorm.
But it wasn't really over. The kiss was over, yes, but the girl with beautiful eyes was not through with Violet Beaudelaire.
Her arm slid around Violet's shoulders, caressing the back of her neck breifly. The soft fingers reached Violet's small, well-rounded chest and stopped. They made a few circles, then the entire hand cupped Violet's breast and gave a little squeeze. "This isn't right" a small voice in Violet's head protested half-heartedly, but Violet ignored it completely. In fact, she barely heard it, because as it spoke, Violet was tilting her head back and giving a small moan of pleasure.
The girl pulled Violet onto her lap, then spread her legs so that Violet was sitting between them. Then she began using both hands to do her magic on Violet's chest. Violet moaned again, and her breathing changed. She was scaring herself, because she was liking this. She wanted more than this. She moaned a little louder, from sheer longing, as the girl's hand began to move slowly downwards. So slowly, it was like it would never get there.
Violet put a hand on the girl's leg, and began to stroke it. Closer and closer to her cunt, then back away again. Closer still, then just a little away. Then Violet gasped and moaned yet again, because the girl's hands were both in completely new positions. One had magically gotten under her shirt, and one was rubbing Violet through her jeans... rubbing her in the Good spot... and it just felt so good.
Violet turned her head and kissed the girls neck, her hand stroking her in the same spot. This was wonderful, but they were still in public. One of the girls watching them was touching herself now. Violet was just about to try and suggest they move, perhaps to the girl's bedroom, but something turned her off completely just as she tried to catch her breath.
"VIOLET BAUDELAIRE!" a horrified voice shreiked from the doorway. Isadora Quagmire stood, framed in the sunset and the doorway, a look of mixed horror and shock (and the smallest twinge of jealousy) all across her face. "Violet! You- you- you-!" But she never told Violet what she was. Instead, she turned around and ran, crying, out of sight.
"S-stop" Violet said to the girl she would never see again. She stood up and ran after Isadora, without looking back.
If she had looked back, she would have seen the girl with hazel eyes was already making out with the girl who had been touching herself. But Violet Baudelaire did not look back. She ran into the grounds, wondering where Isadora would go. She also wondered, though, why didn't Isadora seem disgusted? Why, instead, had she looked angry? Why... why... why...?