The drive back to the girl's dorm was tantalizingly slow. Isabela found a way to hit every red light, drawing out the silent sexual tension. By the time they finally pulled into the small parking lot and shut off the engine, Cassandra had broken into a sweat.
She quickly hopped out of the Shelby and leaned against the hood, trying to get some fresh air and cool off. "I'll consider it?" A woman like that blatantly offers you what could be the best sex of your life, and that's the best you can do? What are you, straight or retarded? She closed her eyes and mentally slapped herself a few times. But her eyes shot open when a body broke into her personal space. Isabela was standing over her, one hand on the car, next to her hip. A set of tan breasts were barely a few inches away and Red gulped, her throat suddenly dry.
"Hawke?" The older woman purred as she cupped the rugby player's jaw with her free hand. Hawke blinked continuously, blue eyes focused on the lips that were drawing slowly closer. "I'm going to kiss you." It was a threat, a warning, and a demand all in one. Even if Hawke wanted to complain, she hadn't the time. Her lips parted expectantly and a large set covered them. The younger woman nearly swooned, her head feeling instantly lighter. Isabela leaned into the kiss, continuing it with fervor despite her partner's complete lack of movement. Yep, clue-
Holy shit. Her athletic body sprung into action, a hand pushing through dark curls to take hold of her companion's neck and force their lips together. The winger wasn't the best kisser, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. –less. Maybe not! Mind blank and heart racing, her tongue plunged into the exotic beauty's mouth, elicited a moan. Oh God, I want to hear that again! Their lips and tongues practically battled, but Isabela had her barely covered thigh between Cassandra's legs and was almost forcing her against the perfectly waxed hood. But the classy lady broke the kiss, leaving the younger woman up on her elbows panting like a feral dog.
"We can't have sex on the hood of my concubine." Isabela asserted as she stood up straight and adjusted her clothing. Sorry Shelly, you weren't detailed but a week ago.
"We can't?" Red blurted out before she could censor it. The older woman smiled down at the rugby player as her blush grew even darker. "I didn't mean to say that out loud." She smacked herself in the forehead and closed her eyes tight.
"You're adorable when you're flustered." Enthusiastic. I like that. The older woman chuckled lightly as she reached out and took Hawke's hand, sliding her off of the vehicle and onto shaky legs. "But no, not in a public parking lot. Surrounded by college voyeurs. At 3:30pm on a Saturday." She gave the eager winger a playful pat on the cheek. There were at least a dozen eyes on them; few even had the decency to feign innocence. One of Red's team members waved nervously at them from across the street. Isabela gave a cheerful wave in response.
I'm going to get so much shit next practice... She gulped and waited until her knees had the will to stop shaking before looking up to her beautiful companion. "Would you, um, like to see my room?" She asked nervously.
"I think I would like that, yes." Isabela gave a sincere smile and allowed herself to be led by the hand. Cassandra quickly beeped them into the service entrance and opened the elevator door. "Oh, no. Not happening." The tan southerner exclaimed as she took a step back.
"What? It's old, I know, but it works fine." Hawke opened the metal gate and stepped inside. It was more than old. A 1930s Otis did take a little getting used to, and it creaked a bit, but it was the easiest way to get up to her room.
The older woman grew slightly pale and looked around. "Where are the stairs?"
"Down past the laundry room." Red just blinked for a moment, squeezing her friend's hand to get her attention. A set of worried amber eyes flashed to hers. "Are you… claustrophobic?" She asked tentatively, blue eyes attempting to comfort the obviously frightened woman.
Breathe, dammit. Isabela quickly covered her dread with a smug smile. "No. I just don't trust that rickety old elevator. I'd hate to cut our lives short due to mere laziness." She put her hands on her hips and turned to face the long hallway.
Hawke quickly stepped out of the elevator and placed a hand on the small of her back. "I live on the fifth floor." The unnaturally tall woman looked at her sideways as she pointed downward. "And you're wearing stilts."
Isabela placed a hand on her companion's shoulder and bent forward to remove her shoes. "Here. Problem solved." She handed them to Cassandra and straightened her clothes.
Red smiled down at her, hooking the heels into her back pocket. "Aw, you're short." The older woman was about 5'8", not short for a woman, but two inches below the rugby player.
"You're just extra tall. There's a difference." Isabela folded her arms over her chest and began to stomp indignantly down the hall and up the stairwell. Hawke couldn't hold back the giggle that erupted as the smaller woman skipped from step to step, nor could she stop herself from maliciously eyeing the skirt-clad rump that bounced with every one. She clasped a tan hand as they made it to the proper floor and she began to lead her new friend through the corridor. A few stray eyes and smiles from the other residents made her blush as she pointed out where the bathroom, shower room, and kitchenette were. She knew that Isabela could care less, but the older woman politely humored her.
"And here we are." Cassandra gestured to her door before unlocking it and pushing it open. Isabela took in the surroundings. Directly on her right were three closets, the middle one hiding a sink. There were bunks on opposite walls, lifted with totes tucked underneath, and two desks on either side of the window in the rear. On the left: pastels, perfumes, trinkets and frilly girly things. On the right: dark colors, the slight musk of sweat, and at least a dozen posters from various movies, games, and TV shows.
"Not bad." Screams Geek-bian, but looks comfy. She waltzed right in and leaned against Red's bunk, taking the time to admire the other side of the room before dropping her purse on the more masculine desk. "Though it looks like 'Flower Shop Barbie' threw up over there."
Hawke closed the door and sighed before setting the discarded heels next to the matching bag and sitting on her bed, feet kicking just above the carpet. "Yeah. Merrill, my roommate, is a Plant Sciences major. I call her 's a little nerdy and socially awkward, but nice." She leaned back on her hands. Probably should have texted her before bringing a girl in here. Well, woman. Either way, it's a bit late now.
Isabela turned and admired Hawke's side more thoroughly before poking her square in the sternum and laughing. "You are a big, fat closet geek." She prodded to emphasize the last four words. And yet I can recognize every character… Well, I'm hip. It's my job to know these things.
The winger couldn't resist chuckling and grabbing the shorter woman's hand. "I'm not fat, and I'm certainly not in any closet." She smiled up at her, being extra careful not to stare too long at the chest that rested at eye-level.
"Prove it." The exotic beauty dared, her honey eyes dilated slightly and her wicked grin arousing as ever. She climbed onto the bed, straddling her host. Red gulped hard. Isabela's height difference put her face just above level, giving Hawke an undeniably wonderful view of exquisitely tanned and freckled cleavage. Worst (or best) of all, that blue pencil skirt had ridden up to the point where it covered only the top few inches of her exceptionally thick thighs. The young woman sat motionless in the heat of battle, frozen from inexperience. She wanted to kiss and touch her everywhere, but didn't know where to start, where to stop, and what to avoid altogether. She had technically had sex before. But the first time was back when she was 16, and sticking your hand down a girl's pants at a birthday party hardly counts. Her second attempt was with a boy, just for scientific comparison. It was sweaty and awkward, and she was out of the room long before he got what he wanted. After that, intercourse was set aside to allow time for academia.
A set of perfectly toned arms wrapped around her neck, urging her closer and out of scrambled and self-defeating thoughts. She licked her lips and raised her attentions to the most amazing amber irises. Everything about the woman was flawless curves and fine details, built to be praised. Her suitor had the sudden urge to push a single misplaced strand of hair behind Isabela's ear and she gave in, knuckles drifting lightly over her tan neck. "You're amazing." She mumbled, mostly to herself.
"Then kiss me." Isabela parted her lips and leaned in, leaving the last centimeter for Hawke to complete. The younger woman gulped and closed the distance. They kissed passionately, giving and taking with a small amount of force. Cassandra ran her hands along her companion's back, one reaching up to bury itself in dark curls, the other reaching diagonally and cradling a shoulder blade. The more experienced woman led the kiss, pushing herself into strong arms, enjoying the soft cotton collar of the skirt she was grabbing onto. She's a fast learner. Isabela had received a lot of kisses over the years, but it was usually a momentary distraction before sex. This, however, was making out for the sake of making out. No groping, no stripping, no teasing.
When she picked up a rugby player, she expected a rough tumble in the sheets, maybe some name-calling and hair-pulling. Which was fine; preferable, in fact. Instead, she was being embraced and worshipped passionately, not forcefully, for what felt like an eternity. But as strangely soothing as it was, she did intend to have sex today. She certainly didn't take the fit and trim athlete out to lunch just to chat. Not that the conversation wasn't good, and their debates on hot topics were actually very well informed. Smart, incredibly articulate, funny, willful, and just a little flirty. If she gets that brain and that body to work together, I could be in for a long weekend. She sucked Red's bottom lip hard before breaking the kiss with a 'pop'. The winger sat gasping for air, her hands loosening their grip but not moving, wholly content with the honor of resting innocently on her companion's clothes.
Isabela massaged her hands from the back of a tense neck to strong biceps, then dipped them under the cotton Star Wars tee and kneaded her thumbs against muscular shoulders. What does she do to get these deltoids? "You can touch me. I'm not fragile." The sun-kissed woman leaned back a bit, pushing out her chest. Her nipples were hard and visible through her bra, tank, and blouse. Come on, wolf eyes, do your worst.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Hawke's eyes did exactly what she wanted them to, staring deeply at her chest as she licked her lips. Being a female athlete, she spent plenty of time in group showers. Logic dictates that she saw a lot of breasts; large, small, oblong, uneven, bruised, even downright nonexistent breasts. But she never had the opportunity to have her face so close to a pair of flawlessly symmetrical DDs, let alone be encouraged to touch them. Her eyes shot up to Isabela's, noting her approving smirk and dilated pupils. She continued to focus on the more experienced woman's eyes as her hands roamed over her back. She looked for subtle cues of disapproval as her palms gently held the slim waist, but she didn't find anything but an aura of calm.
"I feel like I'm taking an anatomy lesson." Hawke winced at her own omission, waiting for derisive snickering than never came.
The older woman just smiled warmly down at her. "I am a TA for Human Anatomy and Physiology, if it makes you feel any better."
"Of course you are." Cassandra rolled her head to the side with a sigh. "You're the Tony Stark of Kirkwall. Pirate, race car driver, runway model, millionaire. A jack of all trades in a sexy lab coat. I'm not dreaming, am I? That would be the cruelest joke in history." She stammered out, just voicing her thoughts and trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of her jeans. She received a pinch to her shoulder, making her jump and tighten the grip on Isabela's blouse.
Soul rotting sweet talk? A girl's ego can always use more stroking. Isabela smirked at the little pout she elicited from the winger. "See, you're awake." She pressed forward, kissing the nervous lover. She felt her tense, but they kissed languidly until she relaxed under her teacher. Hawke began to slowly stroke up and down her sides and the older woman continued to lead on, nipping at her bottom lip while trying to tease her into further action. Getting little response, she pulled back from the kiss and used one hand to reach back and pull the hair away from the side of her neck, tilting her head to the side invitingly. Red blinked for a moment before taking the hint. She lowered her lips leisurely, barely brushing them over the soft skin. God, she smells awesome. The light musk could only be described as 'sex in a bottle'. It broke something in her brain, driving her forward. Her hands rose up just underneath those bountiful breasts as she devoured the chocolate skin of her neck.
"Mmm." Isabela purred. The young woman may have been inexperienced, but she had zeroed in on her weak spot almost instantly. Her body throbbed as eager lips sucked and kissed forcefully below her ear. Even those strong, athletic hands began to roam; one reaching back to wrap around her hips while the other cupped her breast. She gasped at the sudden heat in the room and her hips began to rock involuntarily, hands gripping tight to powerful shoulders. Takes a little warm-up time, but you can't deny the results!
God, I wish I had a penis sometimes. I'd be so far up her skirt right now. She could hear the little gasp as she wrapped herself around the woman, and enjoyed the little shivers and movements she was making. The idea of the tanned woman naked and writhing in her lap was overpowering, and her body wanted to make that happen ASAP. She focused on the sighs and moans Isabela was letting out as she sucked at the spot on her neck. It's so fucking hot in here. But she didn't pull away; instead, her arm tightened around the woman's impossibly wide hips, her skirt pushing up slightly, the fabric taut from the spread of her legs. She squeezed a soft breast lightly, experimentally, then rubbed her thumb over the peak.
"Fuck this, I want to be naked!" Isabela growled against her forehead. She leaned back and ripped open her blouse, causing buttons to fly everywhere. Cassandra just stared, hands lowering to her hips, as the ruined garment dropped to the floor. The older woman came back with a passion, nails digging into short black hair and forcing their lips together, tongues fighting roughly. Red couldn't help being aroused at the feel of their breasts rubbing together, even clothed as they were, and she squeezed the skirt-clad rump, pushing them as close as the material would allow without ripping. Isabela, spurred on by the groping of her ass, reached her hands under the Star Wars t-shirt and scratched at perfectly toned ribs. Stunning serratus anteriors.
But right as they were getting hot and heavy, the door opened with a creak. "Red, are you ready to go to-" Merrill stuck her head in the room and froze. Hawke didn't even hear the intrusion, her pulse throbbing in her ears. But Isabela broke the kiss and looked to the doorway.
"You must be Daisy!" She didn't even attempt to move her hands out from her host's shirt and smiled, undaunted. "Don't mind us. We were just chatting."
"Chatting?" Merrill tilted her head, face bright pink.
Cassandra groaned and attempted to pull her shirt down to cover her stomach, but Isabela's hands refused to budge from their perch below her breasts. "Kissing. We were clearly kissing." The oblivious roommate's mouth just formed an 'o' in response and she turned a deeper red.
"And quite well, might I add." The older woman purred down at her target, eyes full of mischief.
Daisy coughed loudly and backed slowly into the hallway. "I'm going to… go find Aveline," she murmured as she closed the door.
The jack of all trades gave an uncharacteristic giggle, her thighs squeezing Red's lap. "It's cute. Can we keep it?" She tilted her head toward the doorway.
"Merrill's not a lost kitten." Hawke was still trying to pull her shirt back down over her washboard abs, and Isabela relented, moving her hands up to her collar bones.
"Yes she is. That's what I'll call her! Kitten. Yes, I like it." She beamed down at the winger, amused with herself. "Who's Aveline?"
Hawke groaned again, hands resting on her partner's hips. "A member of my rugby club. Lives down the hall. Can't miss her." Even if you want to.
Isabela arched an eyebrow. "She can't be that horrible."
"You'll redact that statement when you meet her." She glanced at the clock above her desk. 5:20. No wonder my lips are tender! We just spent almost 2 hours making out. "I must have lost track of time. We always go to dinner at 5:30."
Dammit. I really don't want to be an asshole, but someone has got to scratch this itch. The guest sighed and slid back onto her bare feet, leaving her hands on her host's thighs. "I suppose that's my cue to skidoo."
Cassandra planted her hands on the tan set before Isabela could turn to grab her purse. They just looked at each other for a moment before the young student gathered her nerve. "You could go to dinner with us. Maybe spill something on yourself so that we're forced to part company, thus leaving me free to go to dinner with you…" She held onto her new favorite set of hands as she slowly stood from her bunk.
Isabela leaned against the taller woman, bringing her nose against a collarbone and giving a sniff. "What's that? The faint scent of desperation?" It was mockery, of course. Red didn't smell of anything except for soap and her own perfume, with a faint tang of sweat. Stop complaining. You know she'll be eager to please.
The rugby player gave a low groan. Shit, I do sound desperate. I AM desperate. But she had a sudden stroke of brilliance. "It makes sense when you hear the list of possible outcomes."
The older stood patiently, her face against the winger's neck and hands gently gripping her hips. "Do go on."
Red cleared her throat. "Scenario A. Go to dinner without you. Have awkward conversation. 0% chance of sexual activity. Scenario B. Go to dinner with you and the girls. Have awkward conversation. If Aveline doesn't kill you, 50% chance of sexual activity. Scenario C. Go out with just you. Make small talk while enjoying a meal. Definitely pick up where we left off, 75% chance of sexual activity." She informed her companion scientifically. She wasn't sure about her statistics, but it all seemed to make sense in her head.
The shorter woman smiled, obviously fascinated by the logical thought process her new friend was using. She decided to play along, albeit unfairly. Isabela was completely without shame as she ran her tongue across a pale pulse. "Scenario D. Skip dinner and go back to my apartment. 100% chance of ludicrously steamy sex." She retorted mischievously.
Hawke couldn't even hide the shiver that weakened her knees. She gulped down a breath, but tried to stay on track. "Scenario E. Quick introductions, a sudden emergency or distraction, then scenario D."
"I'm going to fuck your big ingenious brain out." Isabela exclaimed as she stepped out of the embrace. Her smile was mile-wide, having obviously won her argument. That sounded way nerdier than was intended. Luckily she's into that shit. Apparently so am I…
"That's… not as frightening as it should be." Cassandra admitted as she picked up the shirt that lay discarded on her floor. She threw it in her wastebasket before walking to the closet. Isabela leaned against her bunk as the student rummaged about in there. When she turned back around, she held the top of a black and boring pantsuit. The only kind she would wear, and only when absolutely necessary. "Here. You can borrow my suit jacket. It's plain, but it should fit."
The exotic beauty just blinked at her for a moment with her arms crossed over her chest. "For what purpose?" She asked calmly, her eyebrow raised.
"Because your blouse is a casualty, and it's supposed to be chilly tonight." Red remarked coolly as she held the jacket in such a way that her companion could easily slip it on.
"And they say chivalry is dead." Isabela smiled heartily as she stepped into garment. She opened up the closet and examined herself in the mirror. It wasn't quite built for her busty figure, but she wasn't planning on buttoning it all the way up anyway. It was just another excuse to show off her… assets. And the sleeves were not as long as they should have been for a woman Cassandra's height, leaving them actually about right for her. "Not bad." She noted as she continued to look vainly at herself.
Her host chuckled, a small blush playing over her pale cheeks. "Please. You'd look good in a burlap sack."
"If it came to that, I'd rather be naked." She remarked as she adjusted her skirt, smoothing away the wrinkles. "Though, with the rate of global warming, who knows?" She continued taking in her appearance as the younger woman got lost in thought. It's totally self-serving to pray for climate change. Don't even think about it. "Do you have a hair-tie?" Isabela asked politely as she tilted her neck to the mirror.
Red quickly dug one out of her desk, but stopped short when she saw the love-bite she had left. It was almost a half-dollar sized bruise, and it stuck out like a sore thumb on an otherwise flawless neck. "You're not… You should probably leave your hair down," she muttered nervously.
"And cover up all your hard work? Don't be ridiculous." Isabela cooed as she snatched the band from her hands. "It's the first of many marks I plan on receiving this weekend." She noted hopefully as she pulled her curly hair back. That'll keep anyone from rocking my boat… unless I want them to. She glanced in the mirror to see a red-faced rugby player.
"You're going to be the death of me," the winger sighed as she tousled her own hair.
The older woman closed the closet door and gave her friend a light slap to the cheek. "Best death you've ever had, or your money back." She winked as she grabbed her purse. Hawke hooked the heels into her back pocket again, adjusted herself, and took her companion's hand as they exited the room. She barely had time to turn her key before a familiar voice boomed from down the hall.
"YOU!" Cassandra spun on her heels in time to catch a very angry Aveline charging directly at them.
Isabela planted her feet firmly and frowned. "Well, shit."
The red-head stopped directly in front of the smaller woman, practically seething. The obvious nemesis just looked up at her with disdain. Merrill joined them, the tension leading her to hide behind her roommate. "I'll take it you two know each other?" The host mumbled quickly, suddenly in fear of inciting a brawl. The opposing women were mere inches apart, looking like Hatfield's and McCoy's.
"This female is the bane of my existence!" Aveline growled as she pointed a stubby finger toward the tan woman's bountiful chest.
Isabela calmly pushed the hand out of her personal space, a slightly amused look in her eye. "I like to think of myself as more of a Catwoman, but sure, Bane could work. Although Hawke thinks I'm more of a Tony Stark, so that would make you Doctor Doom, most likely."
"Ok, ok. Slow down." Red tried to step between them, but they refused to budge. "Aveline, why are you two at war?" She looked over at her teammate.
The woman warrior continued to point at the new arrival, staring her down with clenched fists. "I have written this slattern a multitude of parking tickets, speeding tickets, even one or two drunk and disorderly's! You'd think your car was a taxi service with all the people coming in and out!" She growled before turning her head to her friend. "I nearly vomited when Merrill described who you were kissing."
Isabela stood on tip-toes, puffing out her chest. "Jealous bitch! You threatened to tow my Shelby!"
"You were in the Dean's parking spot!" The security guard exclaimed as she threw up her arms.
The little dog bit back, taking a half step closer until they were nearly touching. "He rides a bike until the snow hits! It's hardly bank-robbery!"
"And then you tried to offer yourself to me to 'make it all go away'!" She spat down at the shorter woman.
The angry beauty poked her target square in the chest. "If you weren't such a frigid bear-sow, Officer Vallen, it would have worked!" And that's when the childish (though inventive) name-calling began, leaving the occupants of room 5374 to watch anxiously.
"Wine-soaked pearl diver!"
"Bull neck!"
"Scurvy tramp!"
"Carrot head!"
"Bargain harlot!"
Hawke finally stepped between the warring parties, separating them before it could come to blows. "Alright, that's quite enough! You're scaring poor Merrill half to death." She pointed a thumb back to the sniffling waif.
Isabela stepped back and looked to the roommate. "Sorry about that, Kitten." She boldly took the girl into her arms, much like a mother would. The pitiful little thing didn't attempt to complain or move as the exotic beauty cooed into her ear. She even hugged back, surprising the two rugby players. Cassandra looked on intently, suddenly concerned about wandering hands. On whose part, she wasn't sure, but her socially-awkward friend's face against her new lover's neck left her Spidey Senses tingling. "I'll protect you from the big, scary lady." The older woman's eyes flashed to the red-head's menacingly.
"Kitten?" Merrill pulled back to arm's length, tilting her head curiously.
"Because you're so cute and lovable." Isabela got back to squeezing the life out of the skinny body. "Isn't she just the most adorable thing you've ever seen?" She smiled brightly at her host. Before she could receive an answer, Aveline jumped in.
"Look here, whore! You can't just go around hugging my friends and expecting me to forget all about your past indiscretions." She growled as the two smaller women broke apart.
"I'm your friend?" Daisy blinked up at the muscled woman.
"…Yes." The prop groaned as she looked at the floor. This earned a toothy smile and some blushing cheeks from the green-thumb, who had obviously never heard Aveline refer to her in that way.
Red couldn't stop the slight snicker that broke from her throat as she looked at the embarrassed battering-ram. "Don't smile, Ave. You'll break your face." She covered her own mouth with her fist, trying not to break into giggles.
The red-head looked back down at the guest, her lips pursed. "On second thought, you can have Hawke. You're perfect for each other." She slighted as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Glad to have your blessing, big girl. I'll send you an invite to the wedding." Isabela remarked sarcastically as she wrapped herself around her new lover's side, getting up on tip-toes to press a kiss to her cheek. Why did that almost not sound like a joke? I'm sooo losing my touch.
"There's going to be a wedding?" Merrill chirped, her hands clasped together excitedly.
The tom-boy was too busy pressing her new friend against her and staring down at tan breasts to actually hear the conversation. "Wait, what?" She shook her head, trying to focus on the events unfolding in the hallway.
"Yes, of course, Hawke. I would just love to join the three of you for dinner." Isabela blinked sweetly up at her rugby player, effectively batting her eyelashes. The winger opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out.
Aveline waved her arms, motioning a foul move. "Oh, no, no, no! I'm not going to eat anywhere near that woman." She pointed to the busty broad adorning her teammate's side.
"But you just said you were starving a minute ago?" Merrill placed a hand on the largest woman's elbow, catching her attention.
"I've lost my appetite." She said as politely as she could, trying to choke back her loathing.
Cassandra stepped carefully out of the embrace and motioned to her prop. "Aveline, may I speak to you in private for a moment?" She nodded and they walked into the bathroom together. The winger looked around, making sure they were alone before speaking. "You need to tone it down, Ave."
The big girl leaned up against a sink, arms crossed over her broad chest. "Says the woman who left hickeys all over some whore's neck?" She remarked with one eyebrow raised. Snarky bitch.
The dark-haired counterpart went tit-for-tat. "I'd gladly give you some new bruises if it would shut you up."
Aveline groaned and shook her head. "You're the last person I would expect to convince me not to speak my mind."
Red put her hands up, showing a partial surrender. "I'm not asking you to lie. I'm going to tell you what my mother tells me every year at Christmas, 'If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all'."
"If you insist on having that woman around, then you'll enjoy plenty of silence from me; that's for sure." The larger woman pursed her lips, unamused by the whole situation.
"Good! I like her. And I want to have sex with her. Lots and lots of sex. And as my friend, you should respect my wishes, even if you don't agree with them."
"Let the record show that I disapprove. Also, I predict an STD in your near future." She grunted out.
"Your objections are noted. And I promise to talk to her about her traffic violations." Hawke bowed her head and gestured to the door. "Now let's go make sure the little ones are playing nicely." She punched her friend's arm playfully, but got a harder hit in exchange. She rubbed at the sore spot as they walked out of the bathroom. The two smaller women were chatting away in the hall, smiling as if no argument had ever occurred.
Isabela stopped talking as they approached and closed the distance between her and her latest conquest. "Hey gorgeous." She put her hands on the taller woman's collarbones and lifted herself on one foot to kiss her evenly on the lips. Cassandra took a moment to react, wrapping her arms around a set of wide hipbones. They kissed lazily, one of Isabela's knees bent, like out of a cheesy romantic movie. Bolder by the moment. By the time we get to my apartment, she'll have me up against the walls. It wasn't until they heard a fit of giggles that the younger woman broke the contact. A few of her dorm mates were standing in open doorways, watching awkwardly as the couple made out in the corridor.
"Back to your rooms! Don't encourage them!" Aveline waved everyone off, and the extra eyes quickly retreated into their respective rooms.
"Let's eat. Food. And stuff." The winger mumbled as she shook her head, releasing the smaller woman to stand on her own.
Isabela wrapped her arm around Hawke's back as they turned to walk down the hall, Aveline and Merrill in tow. "Yes, Scenario B. Lead the way."
They walked in silence until they got down the stairs. Isabela reached into her friend's back pocket to grab her shoes, amongst other things. Glutes too? Christ, she's toned! The chivalrous woman said nothing and snatched the heels, dipping on one knee to help her into them. Isabela grinned from ear to ear, not used to the red-carpet special. She's probably going to fuck my brains out, then do my laundry, sort my closet by color, and sweep my floors; all before I come down off my high. Can't say that idea doesn't have merit!
"That's so sweet!" Daisy squealed. The couple rolled their eyes and held hands as they exited the building. "Can we hold hands?" She asked the large red-head sweetly.
"No." Was the deep and immediate reply. Merrill made a disappointed whine, which caused Aveline to roll her eyes. But the couple also caught her blushing, and when they looked at each other they burst into laughter. A series of expletives erupted from the woman-shaped battering ram, leaving a very confused maiden to wonder what was going on and why she wasn't included. American women are so odd. Queer, really.