The second time I kissed her, well I guess I should say it would be more of the second incident involving her. It wouldn't make much sense to say the second time I kissed her, because I sure as hell had kissed her more than once that first night. So we'll call them incidents from here on out.
Anyway, I could write off the second incident with Vega because I felt like teasing her. After all, one heated night doesn't change the fact she was still my favorite person to torment. I suppose you could say the teasing started the morning after her party. I made a purpose to brush past her whenever I walked by, subtly made certain that when we were sitting at lunch that she sat next to me so I could lightly run my fingers up her thigh. My jeans were a little tighter, skirts a little shorter, shirts a little more revealing. Nothing too noticeable by the others in the group, apparently. Rex was the only one who said anything, and lets say he doesn't have a leg to stand on right now.
Regardless, I got immense joy watching Vega's eyes trail up and down my body, pausing briefly at my chest. She looked like she had been hypnotized. When she caught herself staring, she would look at me with that same amused expression she had during the first night. Her gaze would linger though, and no smile can hide what the eyes can tell you. She wanted me. She lusted for me. The things that can do to a girl's ego, I tell you.
So I guess that explains why I took such a risk in creating a catalyst for the second incident. She had me feeling almost high over the past week, which was peculiar and frustrating at the same time. We were in the Black Box Theater, helping set up for Sikowitz's next play. Beck had been preoccupied with scenery, Sikowitz put Cat back up on the catwalk to do lighting. Andre was of course up on the music stage setting up equipment. Robbie was too busy moping about legless Rex to do much of anything other than sit in the front row and pout. So that left me alone with Vega getting costumes ready in the back storage room.
I also might have uncharacteristically asked for her help. Brushing it off with a comment similar to telling her that her wardrobe matched that of prairie settlers and her help would be beneficial. She knew I was only saying it to wipe away suspicion that our friends might develop.
I was mindlessly futzing with the fabric in my hands as I debated on whether or not I wanted to have a repeat performance, something I had initially written off. But I couldn't help myself. Especially since we were left alone. It was like the universe wanted this to happen. So I dropped the dress back into the crate I was leaning over, but before I could turn around, I felt a presence very close behind me.
"You look good, Jade. Are you trying to impress someone?" She breathed into my ear, causing my hair to stand on end.
"Depends," I said with a smirk, "you impressed?"
I heard her chuckle, and felt it vibrating from her chest into my back as her fingers lazily traced patterns on my exposed hip as she pulled up my shirt ever so slightly.
"You are the biggest tease, you know that?" She said, taking a step back as I turned to face her.
"Oh, you have no idea." I said, my voice an octave lower as I looked at her with a predatory gaze. I knotted my fingers into her hair and pulled her face to mine, only to stop when our lips were barely a hair apart.
She let out an almost animalistic growl when I stopped her from getting what she clearly wanted. She opened her eyes to look at me with a raised brow, "Something wrong?"
"This time is the last time." I said, my voice sounding solid and sure despite the fact that I was turning into putty at the moment, and it was all because of her. I couldn't let her know that, though. That wold ruin everything. After all, I'm the one with the control in this situation. She's merely a pawn in my twisted game. And what was the goal of today? To get Sweet Sally Peaches to curse. Preferably while saying my name in the same sentence.
I backed her up into the wall and pressed my hips to hers, which caused her to let out a small moan as her hips pushed back into mine. Using my hands, I ceased any movement of her hips and looked at her.
"Uh-uh, Vega. Stay put." She looked at me skeptically and I wondered if she would question my motive, or even defy it. She did neither as she kept herself still as I added just the slightest amount of pressure, reveling in the noise she made.
"Keep your hands at your sides." I instructed as I grazed my lips across her cheek, nipping lightly at her earlobe before trailing hot kisses down her throat and to her collarbone, pushing away the shoulder of her sweater to grant myself more access. Her breathing was erratic as my tongue danced on her flesh and my teeth nipped and pulled every so often.
"Oh God." She moaned, and I could feel herself fighting my instruction to keep her hands to herself. It wasn't a curse, but I was getting closer so I stepped my game up. My fingers walked slowly up her stomach underneath the soft fabric of her sweater. When I reached the underwire of her bra, I simply let my fingertips slide underneath it and gently graze the skin being supported and hidden. Just as I gave the slightest silent inclination that I would go further, I pulled my hands out completely and had to suppress a smile at her irritated groan.
"Something wrong, Vega?" I said, amusement lacing my words.
"You have got to be the most evil person I have ever met." She said in a shaky voice.
I tilted my head, looking at her with a smile, "Aw, thanks Vega. That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."
Her irritation obviously grew as I took a step back, indicating I was done playing for the day.
"You have got to be kidding me." She said, looking at me with disbelief.
"Hey, we've got work to do, Vega. Plus, you're not exactly quiet." I threw in a wink as I turned back to the crate that initially had my attention.
"No fucking way, Jade." She growled and suddenly she had me with my back against the wall and was attacking my neck with feverish kisses and harsh bites. I relinquished my title as Game Master because, well, with what she was doing with her hands and mouth had caused my mind to run completely blank. Not to mention I had gotten her to do exactly what I wanted. Granted, it wasn't exactly in the context of what I wanted, but I'd take what I could get.
Her hands were running up and down my body, as if she were trying to commit to memory every inch of me. I dropped my head back, giving her more access to my neck that she took very graciously as she dragged my hips over her thigh that had been placed in between my legs. My hands knotted in her hair as I pulled her mouth from my neck and she moved up to nip at my ear, breathing heavily as she did so.
"Jesus Christ, Tori." I said, breathlessly into her ear.
I'm going to assume me calling her by her first name erupted something inside of her, because she roughly pushed me back into the wall, her lips never leaving my skin as she made her way back down my neck. Christ, at the rate she was going I was bound to have a series of hickeys.
"Fuck it." I could have sworn I heard her say and a smile spread across my lips. Two times. My smugness was wiped away as I felt her hand plunge down the front of my jeans, causing me to drop my head back again, this time with a little more force that it made a thud.
I kept my grip tightly to her hair as she played me like a fiddle. My breathing was almost out of control and I felt like I was literally going to explode. The kisses had stopped as she rested her head in the crook of my neck, putting all of her energy and attention on the rhythmical movement of her fingers.
Just before I hit the breaking point, she removed herself completely from my grasp and out of my reach as well. I looked at her, dumbfounded as to what she had just done.
"Who's the tease now?" She asked in a low voice, looking at me through hooded lids.
I was torn between being pissed off beyond belief and impressed at what she had just done. I gave her a pointed glare as I fixed myself, running a hand through my fingers, readjusting my shirt, and buttoning my jeans. A knock on the door disrupted the tension in the room as Andre poked his head in.
"What is taking you two so long? Sikowitz thought Jade mighta snapped and finally put you outta your misery." He said, looking at Vega, then looking at me. There was a flash of confusion on his face, I'm sure wondering why we were just standing there staring at each other.
"I'm alive." Vega said in her cheery voice, taking me by surprise with her ability to change character so quickly.
"Good to see, girl, but we gotta get those costumes out ASAP."
"Yeah, whatever." I said, breaking my silence and picking up the crate that was now behind Vega. Andre took his leave from the room and Vega turned ever so slightly to me.
"Are you okay? You look a little...tense." She said with a smirk. If my hands weren't full I would have probably given her an applause. But as I thought about it more, I wondered why she was going along with this, and why she hadn't questioned it once. Not once, but twice did I pull her aside to have my way with her. Well, I suppose this time she had her way with me, but I was still the initiator. Was this just a game to her, too? Was it still a game to me?
"Watch your back, Vega." I said as I brushed past her, carrying the box out of the storage room.
"I thought this time was the last time." She called back to me, causing me to stop dead in my tracks. This time should be the last time. But I think it's safe to say that Jade West always has to have the last word.