AN: I decided to write the *first* M rated tec2009 fic on here! (Sorry Tessa) So this is your warning, if you don't like stories with sex, that's literally all this is. You've been warned. Don't Like, don't read, yada yada. I don't own TEC or Strange Love by Halsey
There were rules, rules about everything. Don't lie. Don't cheat. Don't scramble words on street signs. Don't smoke. Don't sneak out after dark. Don't kiss members of the Electric Company in the bathroom of a dimly lit club.
Luckily, Annie Scrambler didn't care about following the rules.
"Look at you, little miss goody two shoes, at a bar," Annie said, her smile almost a sneer, but her words didn't mean to be unkind. Old habits and all that jazz.
"You invited me here," Lisa Heffenbacher replied.
Fiddling with the bottom of her too short dress, Lisa thought about the past month. She'd gotten back from NASA and bought it on a whim. That was also the day when she'd run into Annie again.
Annie took a drag of her cigarette and shrugged, "True."
Lisa walked towards the smaller girl, boxing her in at the sink, "Why am I here Annie?"
"For a good fuck in a place where no one knows us," Annie put the cigarette out in the sink behind her, "Where no one cares about stomping or wordballs."
Lisa grabbed Annie's leather jacket by the lapels, kissing her hard. A smear of lipstick, a gasp, and they broke apart, each gasping for air.
"I shouldn't miss you," each breath Lisa took as already ragged, "Why do I miss you?"
"Sshh," Annie spun them around so Lisa was pressed against the sink.
Hands gathering her skirt, Annie pushed up Lisa's dress. Lisa wrapped her arms around Annie's neck, hands in her hair, kissing her jawline. Annie's low laugh vibrated against Lisa's lips as the brunette found that Lisa was already wet.
With nimble fingers, Annie circled Lisa's most sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing a moan from the blonde. Lisa's teeth scraped the curve of Annie's throat, causing her to pause and sigh. Lisa rocked her hips, craving more friction.
Annie began to move her hand again, with slow, sure movements. Lisa's breathes now came in short gasps as she got closer and closer to the edge. She moaned Annie's name, fingernails scratching her scalp.
Moving lower, Annie managed to slip a single finger inside Lisa's hot core, thumb still moving against her clit. With a crook of her finger, Annie hit that certain spot that sent the blonde over the edge. Lisa leaned forward, hiding her face in Annie's shoulder as she came, walls tightening around the single digit.
Annie stuck her fingers in her mouth, smirking as Lisa panted, clutching the sink.
"See ya later princess," the brunette said with a smile, disappearing out into club.
Lisa turned to look at herself in the dirty mirror, washing her hands and fixing her hair. Once she felt semi-presentable, she left the dim bathroom.
Annie was on a low stage, holding a microphone. Karaoke night, apparently. Lisa paused by the door to listen.
"We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night, But the ending is the same every damn time," Annie sang, looking directly at her.
Lisa smiled, then turned and took her leave.