A/N This fic revolves around femslash activities, don't feel comfortable with it? Don't read it. Thanks. :)
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Double Minded
Lilly leaves her lovers home with a painful kiss, and makes way to her own house dressed as her altar ego Lola Lufnagle. It was painful because she was seeing Mikayla behind Hannah's back, behind Miley's back.
She isn't sure how they got together that first time, and she knows it's not out of love. It's a dislike that's been mistaken for lust, but after the first time, she found herself going back and she can't help it.
But why should she? Lola shouldn't have to fight Hannah's battles, and Lilly shouldn't always have to be the good girl sidekick. That's when Lola came along, to free Lilly of herself.
It's the perfect relationship, Lola thinks darkly, hate laced with desire. On the outside, it seemed Mikayla couldn't stand Lola, and vice versa, but noone knew what went on behind locked doors. Noone heard the screams Lola couldn't help let out as the dark haired girl went down on her again and again, and Mikayla couldn't hold her gasped yells in either when Lola returned the favour, no matter how hard she tried. A smirk curls her lips as she recalls the way Mikayla's toes curl up instead of down, and the way she brings one of her many pillows to her face as if to muffle her cries. Sometimes she even screams out Lola's name, over and over until she rode out her climax and was left panting, falling back onto the bed in a trembling heap.
Oh if Hannah could see her enemy then.
Lola stopped questioning what went on between her and Mikayla, Lilly on the other hand often tried pondering the situation, asking questions to herself, to Lola. It almost made her feel crazy, and she must be. Talking to Lola meant she was talking to herself, even if they were different parts of her. Lilly would never sleep with Mikayla, Lola on the other hand secretly liked the heights of excitement she felt being with the other girl, even if Lilly felt guilty before, during, and after. When it came to sexual things, Lilly was tied and put away. Lola filled with adrenline and took charge of the scene, of Mikayla.
Lilly sighs, now that the excitement of the evening was over Lola had retreated to the back of her mind. Lilly was left with her guilty thoughts, guilty pleasures, and the cold she felt seep through her as the rain drizzled from the late night sky above her.