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She doesn't like Vega.
At least, that's what she likes to tell herself. And, really, she she should be asking herself why she's doing this.
However, she doesn't produce a fast answer because the stinging taste of Tori on her lips is distracting and Jade keeps getting lost, but given that there are no maps for these sorts of situations that's to be expected. Her pale hands are cupping the girl's sun kissed cheeks and she's only half-surprised to note that her palms aren't blistering because Vega's face is scorching, a blazing wildfire, and she feels the fabric of Tori's red sweater brush against her collarbone as she locks her arms around Jade's neck.
This is not good.
Jade pushes the urge to move to the bed from her mind because that would only make things worse, and so she replaces the thought with an action, leaning further into the body attached to hers, allowing one set of fingers to trail down the curve of Tori's hip as she presses her against the wall. Jade can feel a slight shiver ripple down the Vega girl's spine and she tries not to drown in the satisfaction that threatens to pull up the corners of her mouth in a smirk.
She's not supposed to be taking pleasure in something that shouldn't be happening in the first place. A mistake is what this is-a mistake that she wasn't pulling away from. She doesn't want to. And that is the whole problem. She hates Vega more and more in these moments, but it's an inner contradiction because she knows for a fact that hatred is not the emotion she's feeling. Moments. This meeting of tongues and lips occurs frequently and she doesn't know what to do about it anymore. She's now sure that the chaos in her head is her conscience telling her that she's trapping herself.
It is very easy to use frustration as a weapon and Jade's weapons of choice are her hands, dragging them over Tori's chest and the lower half of her abdomen, teasing the sliver of her exposed skin with her fingertips and Jade realizes that Tori might as well be yarn because she's unraveling with each brush of contact.
"Hey, Jade?" Tori's words are breathy, voiced between kisses. When Jade doesn't respond, Tori continues, her words falling against the lips of Jade West. "I-I think I'm in love with you."
Jade's back goes rigid and, finally, she severs their exchange of heat. Silence clouds the small distance between the two, brown eyes curiously searching a blue-green sea before Jade jerks away. Tori's hands return to her sides while her sentence roars in Jade's ears.
You're not supposed to be is what Jade wants to say, but the statement doesn't surface. It can't. She shakes her head and the short laugh that pushes its way through her teeth is directed at herself. "You're fucking impossible." She could almost hear the shattering or her own defiance. And that's when Jade does something that shocks even herself. She kisses Tori again, soft and fleeting, and when Jade's lips leave hers, she allows the girl to gape at her-confused-for a moment before scooping up her bag and exiting the Vega household without another word. She doesn't need one, after all.
It's okay like this.
She doesn't like Vega.
But she can't tell herself that for much longer.
A/N: Well, this may or may not be terrible, so let's call this collection a drabbles an experiment. I eat reviews for breakfast. So. Feed me? Oh, and please feel free to leave drabble/prompts requests! It'll help get my writing gears turning again.