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"You do know that we shouldn't be doing this, right?"
"I'm quite aware, yes."
"And that this is like, totally immoral."
"Indeed I know."
"Fantastic. So, maybe we should probably call it right now and-"
"Oh, shut up. Which one do you prefer? Standing here and second guess yourself or-"
"I'm just going with the or," Melanie chimes in. She then pulls Sasha closer to her once again and lets her hands rest on the thin girl's hips at around the same time as her lips find their way back to the other girl's.
Sasha feels a tingling and cold sensation as Mel's right hand wanders underneath her shirt and rests on her flat stomach. She smiles into the kiss and moves her mouth to another focus point: the long and slender neck. A trail of kisses is her work's result and she grins with content as a soft moan escapes the taller girl's swollen and reddened lips.
"You know who else moans like that?" she asks.
"Oh, please don't say Michelle," Mel answers.
Sasha chuckles and lets the answer fall far back in her mind. Her lips are once more taken over by Melanie's and all thoughts flooding her brain suddenly lose their priority to the feeling her hands are transmitting to the complex of neurons. Melanie gasps when Sasha rubs her fingers against her chest and then fake-pouts when that's all they do. The blue eyed girl smiles into the kiss and she feels her friend take over the opportunity of her parted lips.
Melanie's tongue does but tease Sasha and no more than a moment does it last. The taller brunette breaks the contact and looks at Sasha without really facing her eyes.
"This is probably not the most appropriate place for this kind of teenage depravations."
"You sound like Fanny."
"I'm just stating that perhaps a ballet changing room isn't the most adequate place for a smooch…"
Sasha leans against the locker marked with a green "S". She laughs at the coincidence and continues her - incredibly boring and not at all perfect in timing concerns - dialogue.
"Are you even hearing yourself? That's exactly something someone who's lived through the 50's – and not the 1950's, I'm talking about the 18th century – would say."
"Don't be mean. Maybe Michelle?" Melanie asks tentatively.
"Isn't it just the same?"
"I'm guessing all this Michelle talk turns you on," Mel comments with a devious grin.
Sasha pokes her arm and focuses her attention on the other girl's jaw line. She leaves small kisses along the whole path she trails with her wet lips as Melanie roams her hands all around her waist. She pulls her closer and both girls fall into the grasp.
"Curiously it's you the one who keeps bringing her up," Sasha whispers against Mel's torso. The latter giggles quietly and lets the laughter die in the embrace.
Sasha looks up and leaves one kiss on the other pair of lips. They both close their eyes and then part. It feels final.
They separate and both go through their bags. They close them and pick them up.
Melanie leans against the doorway and Sasha walks over to her, a mocking grin dancing on the smaller girl's lips as she approaches the light-brown haired girl, who she envelops in a hug.
"Don't you feel better now that all your daydreams have been made real?" she mutters against Mel's ear as she unhooks the tall girl's bra.
She then leaves, leaving Melanie with a smirk and a bag tossed on the floor, two hands up her shirt trying to hook it again.
"Oh, the arrogance," she words and a broad smile adorns her face.