It starts with calculus and ends with kissing. Kerry's not really sure what happens in between, something with Bridget bemoaning her blonde hair and ridiculing Kerry's big brain. There's an argument that feels more routine then natural, an escalation to playful shoving, and then a twisting of bodies that makes the breath catch in Kerry's throat. Bridget is suddenly too close and in her space and if Kerry didn't say she'd always been a little bit jealous of Bridget's soft pale skin she'd be lying. This time, though, it's something else. Something primal and instinctual, something warm and wanting, something that makes her inch a little bit closer and press her lips to Bridget's temple.
Her skin is just as smooth as Kerry had always thought and then, when Bridget doesn't flail or shriek in confusion, but rather shifts enough to bring her face even with Kerry's, it's the simplest of things to let their lips brush instead. Bridget's lip-gloss is sticky, cloying, but it tastes of pineapple and…well, it's nice.
The kiss is awkward at first, the position all wrong and Kerry's twisted uncomfortably, but somehow it doesn't matter because Bridget is warm against, pliant and willing and not railing against her for being a goody two-shoes.
When Bridget slips a hand into Kerry's hair, runs it through the tangled strands, it pulls just right and Kerry feels a rush of heat flush her cheeks, her breath catching involuntarily again. When Bridget gently nips at Kerry's bottom lip, the pressure is just enough to make her intentions known. Kerry pushes back, her tongue darting into Bridget's mouth to continue the previous test of wills. It devolves into a sloppy kiss, messily unpredictable and gloriously welcome.
When Bridget starts to trace rough kisses along Kerry's jaw, nipping and sucking a trail that makes Kerry's toes curl, it's all she can do not to push her against the bed and have her dirty way with her. However, it doesn't take long before she can feel a wicked smile tugging at the corners of her lips and really, she could only resist for so long. She pushes back, maneuvering Bridget and manhandling her into a more comfortable position for them both. There's more kissing and licking and biting and really, the low moan she gets from Bridget makes Kerry feel more accomplished then finishing two weeks worth of homework in three days.
It's not what Kerry expected from a night of studying, but she wasn't complaining. She'd always been willing to discover new things and if Bridget was the one to teach her, rather than the other way around, then she'd just have to show her up next time.