So yeah. Enjoy. Don't like femslash? Don't read it.
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"I don't get what's wrong with that dress," said Caitlyn, rolling her eyes and Mitchie showed her yet another option for what to wear that night. Mitchie pursed her lips, assessing the item she was holding up before shaking her head and throwing it down on the rapidly-growing pile that was on her bed.
Caitlyn sighed impatiently as Mitchie picked up something else. "What about this?" she asked in that sweet voice of hers and Caitlyn thought about how damn good Mitchie would look in it.
"Wear that. It matches those new shoes, plus it looks great with your skin color," she said quickly, hoping it'd convince the girl. Mitchie looked at it thoughtfully before shrugging and nodding.
"I'll wear it," she said, smiling happily. "Thanks, Cait! You always know what to say."
Caitlyn leaned back on Mitchie's bed, trying to stop herself from saying what she was really thinking – something along the lines of, "You'd look better without any clothes on." Sometimes having a crush on your best friend really sucked.
She sat up a minute later, wishing as always she could make all those feelings vanish, and suddenly realizes that Mitchie has shed the bathrobe she was wearing – she is now standing in the middle of the room, in her underwear.
Fuck. Was she trying to kill Caitlyn or something? She must be, because next thing she knew, Mitchie was leaning over to pick up something she dropped and Caitlyn was literally dying, because, of course, she had the perfect view of Mitchie's backside from where she was.
Caitlyn bit her tongue to keep herself from saying something inappropriate and M-rated when Mitchie stood up and turned around and Caitlyn just about died. Again. "Damn, Mitch, when'd you raid Victoria's Secret?" she asked, trying really freaking hard to keep calm.
Mitchie giggles innocently and shook her head. "Well, maybe," she said, biting her lip. "Why? Is this too bad? Should I change out of it?"
Caitlyn shook her head vehemently. She had no doubt Mitchie wouldn't care about Caitlyn seeing her naked, and that was exactly what the girl did not need right now. "No, they're cute," she said, admiring her friend's body – from her curves to the small, lacy lingerie she was wearing. Caitlyn sighed once more and closed her eyes, hoping it'd make her forget about Mitchie's current attire.
"Cait, you okay?" Mitchie asked, walking over so she was standing in front of Caitlyn, which, of course, meant Caitlyn was staring right at her… you knows. She swallows before standing up quickly, fully planning on getting away from Mitchie as quickly as she could, except her clueless best friend misunderstood – and ended up wrapping her arms around her in a friendly hug.
Caitlyn groaned, trying to figure out how to get out of this mess without sending the wrong message across, except the sound she made sounded more sexual than anything else, and Mitchie's eyes widened, looking at her curiously.
Caitlyn looked down, blushing brightly as she tried to explain the sound that she'd made. How do you tell your best friend you've liked her for ages and would really kill to make out with her? Oh, wait, you don't.
Mitchie tilted her head to the side, frowning slightly as she looked at Caitlyn. "Sweetie, you can talk to me," she said, placing a finger under Caitlyn's chin to lift it, so Caitlyn had no choice but to meet her eyes. Caitlyn shivered and nodded, trying to figure out what to say.
Looking down again, Caitlyn remembered the very inconveniently transparent and thin top she was wearing, and crossed her arms, realizing how very obvious it was she was turned on. Unfortunately, Mitchie caught on – and noticed – before Caitlyn had successfully covered the "evidence."
Mitchie's eyes widened almost comically this time, and Caitlyn swallowed. "Um. I can explain," she said meekly, still not sure of what exactly to say. "Who am I kidding?" she continued after a beat. "I can't."
Mitchie giggled quietly, a reaction that Caitlyn really wasn't expecting at all. She tightened her hold on Caitlyn before smiling mischievously and sliding her hands down to Caitlyn's backside and squeezing tightly.
It was Caitlyn's turn to be surprised, and boy, was she surprised. "What the hell, Mitchie?" she asked, her eyes wide as she looked at her best friend, whose hands felt incredibly nice where they were at the moment.
Mitchie giggled again before pressing her chest to Caitlyn's, causing the curly-haired girl to hiss at the feeling of their breasts pressed up together. "Mitchie, what are you doing?" Caitlyn insisted, and Mitchie shook her head.
"Now's not a time to talk, Cait," she whispered huskily (who knew Mitchie had a bedroom voice?) before leaning in to kiss her. Caitlyn kissed her back immediately, knowing how stupid it'd be to push her away when this was what she'd been waiting for.
The kiss was hot, most definitely – Mitchie's lips parted open and Caitlyn didn't waste a second to deepen it, their tongues wrestling together. Caitlyn let her hands roam down Mitchie's back before resting them on the small of her back. Mitchie giggled into the kiss before squeezing Caitlyn's backside, causing the other girl to shiver noticeably.
In a sudden act of boldness that – by now – didn't really surprise Caitlyn, Mitchie pushed her back on the bed before straddling her. Caitlyn grinned up at Mitchie, in somewhat of a daze, before leaning up to kiss her again.
Mitchie moaned against Caitlyn's lips, pushing her down on the bed and pressing their bodies tightly together. Caitlyn kissed her back enthusiastically, letting her hands roam down her sides, to her backside, before moving them up to Mitchie's breasts and squeezing them.
Caitlyn pulled away, sitting up and looking at Mitchie. "Wait, Mitch," she muttered when the singer's lips began moving down her neck. Mitchie pulled back to look at her, her hair a mess and her lips swollen, and Caitlyn thought she looked more beautiful than she'd ever seen her.
"What's up, Cait?" Mitchie asked, giggling. Caitlyn pressed her lips to her softly, holding Mitchie in her lap delicately.
"What does this mean to you?" she asked quietly, looking into Mitchie's eyes. Mitchie smiled and kissed Caitlyn again.
"It means everything to me, Cait. You mean everything to me," she whispered and Caitlyn grinned widely, feeling happier than she had in a while.
She pressed her lips to Mitchie's yet again before setting her down on the bed and standing up. "Get dressed. You and I are going dancing," she said, tossing her the dress that had been discarded earlier. "It's our first date, come on."
Mitchie smiled widely and stood up. "I can't wait," she said before kissing Caitlyn again.
Caitlyn smiled. So maybe the crush she had on her best friend wasn't such a bad thing after all.
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I think I might make this into a series of one-shots. Some of them may be rated M. Thoughts?