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Say Cheese - Part 4

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Dean looked up from her book and sighed. Just looking at the algebraic questions gives her migraines. She sighed again and started to scan her surroundings. There were not many students in the library. The tables in front of her were all empty. She began to yawn. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw some movement and she turned. She saw Mary Cherry standing at the far end of her table. Mary Cherry? In a library?

Someone brushed past her and made her turn. Dean's heart skipped a beat. Nicole had just walked past and was heading to the table in front of her. She chose a seat that directly faces Dean.

Dean bit her lips to stop from grinning. She cursed herself for feeling like a giddy schoolboy at the sight of Nicole. No use pining for a girl who's so stuck up that she couldn't even acknowledge her as someone she knew from school. She looked at everything and everyone in the library but Nicole.

Nicole could see the discomfort she had put Dean in. And she loved it. It was obvious that the dark haired dyke is attracted to her. The look that she saw in her eyes the other night had confirmed that.

What happens to me if this slipper fits?

I turn you into a frog

Nicole shook her head. This is not the time to think about that… Not that she always think about the smoky voice and the eyes that looked up at her, with an adorable twinkle. This is the time for a little payback…

"Nicky…"

That snapped her attention back to Mary Cherry.

"You haven't been listening to a word I've said have you?" pouted Mary Cherry.

Nicole was about to answer her when she saw Dean getting up and heading to the back of the library. "Umm… Mary Cherry…" Nicole started to get up. "Why don't you go out and wait for me in class…"

Dean skimmed her fingers along the volumes of books in the shelf. She wasn't really looking for anything in particular she just wanted to get away from Nicole. She picked up a book about photography and began flipping through the pages. Suddenly, she felt a hand ran up her spine. Startled, she nearly dropped the book on her foot.

"Oh, did I startle you?"

She immediately knew who it was. Slowly, she turned. Nicole was smiling at her. A teasing glint in her eyes. "What do you want Nicole?"

"Ah, the question is… What do you want?" Nicole said, deliberately licking her lips.

Dean frowned. What the hell has gotten into the girl? She shook her head. "Whatever…" she said, turning away.

"Now, McLeod… Don't tell me you're not up to the challenge?"

Dean turned again. "What challenge?"

"I know you've been watching me…" Nicole said as she took a step nearer.

Dean could feel the blood pounding in her ears as Nicole again licked her lips provocatively. She continued to come up until she was standing so close, Dean could smell the fragrance of her hair. The sweet, creamy vanilla…

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Nicole breathed, enjoying the pained look in the brown eyes. She stopped merely an inch from Dean. Then, she ran a hand up her arms.

"My, you're tense…" she chuckled. Suddenly, Dean's hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. "What do you think you're doing?" Nicole screeched.

"I want to kiss you…" came the blunt reply.

"Wh – Wha - at?" Nicole began to panic. Now, she regretted doing this. This is not right; the plan is to humiliate her… Not for her to kiss me!

"And I know you want to kiss me…" the lazy grin began to widened. She moved closer to her and Nicole's back hit the wall. Dean planted her arms on each side of her. Trapping her right in the middle. Her hand slipped up to Nicole's shoulder, her grip tightening as she drew closer to her.

Nicole felt the searing impression of her fingers and shivered, avoiding her gaze. "I don't want to kiss you…" she said unsteadily, confused and at the same time frightened by the emotions the brown eyes was arousing in her.

Dean studied her intently. "Now, Nicky…" she murmured, her gaze clouding as she raised her hand to stroke her face. "Don't tell me that if I do this… your knees doesn't go weak…or this…" Her thumb began to trace the line of Nicole's lower lip. "This doesn't make you wonder how it would be like? Would it be soft? Warm…" her voice becoming deeper and more husky.

"Let me go…" Nicole said shakily as she saw the hungry look in her deep sensual eyes. The impact sent volts of excitement through her. Dean smiled, her eyes lazy and slumberous.

"Make me…" Dean drawled, pulling her softly towards her.

Nicole watched her dark head approach with increasing alarm. Dean seemed to move in slow motion. Her heartbeat increased in terrifying proportions, her pulse thudding quickly in her throat as Dean drew nearer with tantalizing slowness. Nicole felt her eyes droop, her lids closing as she automatically titled her head back to meet hers.

Her mouth fastened on hers with remarkable tenderness. Nicole's pulses leapt with confusion as she allow Dean's long fingers to slide down her back, pulling her still closer to her till she could feel her hard, lean body pressing against her. Her lips parted willingly and the kiss deepened, warm and firm. She kissed Dean back with a passion that surprised her. She ran her fingers through her dark hair, pulling her closer to her, her mind dizzy with emotion.

Dean drew back slowly. "Remember Nicky…" she said. "Don't play with fire if you're afraid to get burned…" With that, she shoved herself off her and walked away.

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To be continued

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