The fifth month was the scariest.

You and Mo both knew it had to happen. You had to tell them eventually. It was inevitable. Neither of you really discussed it, but it was always in the back of your mind.

You think that the reason it took so long to want to tell them was because you wanted to know this would work. You wanted to know that you and Mo would last. That it wasn't some 'fling' or 'experiment'. At almost half a year of being in a relationship with her, you knew that this was what you wanted. She was what you wanted. And she wanted you.

It was only fair to tell them. To be honest with them.

But it was mostly Mo you were worried about. The way they would react to her. So naturally, you would go first. You both agreed to do it together but, you had to be the test run. The preparation for her. And that was fine if it made her happy. If it helped her.

Were you scared? Hell yeah, you were.

After years of no real relationship with them, you were scared shitless of destroying the one you had now with this revelation. But Mo was always first. And you knew how they are with her.

If you were scared shitless about telling your parents, imagine how terrified Mo was to tell hers.

But just like always, you two would get through it together. Whether your parents accepted it or not.

You and Mo were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when you heard the car door slam in the driveway.

It was a cool September night, about 8 o'clock. You and Mo always hang out at your house on Friday nights, especially since the start of Senior year has been disrupting your time together.

Although most Friday's you feel relived for the weekend and giddy about being around Mo, tonight your nerves are on end. Your anxiety is killing you, and your heart is thumping in your chest.

Your leg is bouncing up and down rapidly, and you run your hand through your hair as you hear the front door open and close. You feel Mo's hand on your knee, and you look over at her. She gives you a reassuring smile and a light squeeze on your leg. It's enough to get you to calm a little. Knowing she's here with you.

You hear your parents talking, as they set down all their bags and papers from work. They finally step into the living room, glancing at you guys. Your heart pounds harder.

"Hi, girls!" Your dad greets cheerily, picking up the news paper and settling down in the loveseat.

"Hey, Mr. Yamada." Mo replies with a small smile.

You hate how casual it feels.

"Have you girls eaten yet?" Your mother asks, pointing towards the kitchen. Mo is about to answer, but you can't take it anymore. Your palms are sweating, and you're trying hard not to hyperventilate.

"Yeah, actually, I need to tell you guys something." You blurt out urgently. Immediately the atmosphere changes. Your parents catch the tone in your voice, the fear, the seriousness. You turn off the TV and your dad puts the paper down.

"What is it?" Your mom asks, sitting on the other couch.

Both are watching you curiously, and you suddenly feel self-conscious. You gulp thickly, glancing at Mo. She gives a small nod, urging you to say it. You glance back between the two of your parents, not sure how to say it, scared to say it.

You clench and unclench your fists nervously, taking a deep breath. It's now or never.

"Mo and I are in a relationship."

Dead quiet.

You close your eyes wanting to disappear. Not wanting to see the looks on their faces. Not wanting to hear the harsh words they'll say. But what you hear isn't what you're expecting at all.

Laughing.

You slowly open your eyes. Your dad is laughing.

You're too shocked to react. Is he laughing at you? Laughing with you? Does he think it's a joke? You look at Mo, who's smiling with relief. You glance at your Mom who's smiling from ear to ear.

"I-I don't understand…" You let out, struggling with the situation.

Your Mom starts laughing along with your dad, as she stands up, holding her arms out and walking to you. You stand up as well, completely confused as what to say. Your Mom hugs you tightly.

"Stell, I'm so proud of you!" She exclaims happily. You start to calm down, realizing they aren't mad or disgusted with you.

"Wait, so…you're okay with it?" You ask, stepping away from your mom and looking back at your dad. Mo is standing beside you, smiling brightly.

"Okay with it?" You dad echoes, as he too pulls you into a hug. "Of course we're okay with it!" He declares stepping away and hugging Mo as well.

"We may be science geniuses, but that doesn't mean we can't see love when it's right in front of us!" Your mom adds in, clapping her hands like a fan girl. In any other situation, that would've been really creepy.

"So, you knew?" Mo asked, glancing at you.

Your dad looked between you two, smiling. "What, you mean how Stella was overly happy all the time? Why only you two would hang out and not the whole band? Oh and I hope you know that your room isn't sound proof, Stell."

Your eyes widen as Mo blushed furiously, looking away.

"Dad!" You call out, embarrassed, covering your face with your hands. Both your parents started laughing again.

You take Mo's hand and start pulling her towards the hallway leading to your room. "I love you guys, you're the best!" You call back to them as Mo waves. You make it into your room and you shut the door.

You turn, running to Mo as you grab her around the waist and spin her in a hug. She starts giggling, wrapping her arms around your neck, as you set her back down.

The only light in the room, was the moon shining through the window, but you couldn't care less. Mo was always gorgeous to you.

"I can't believe this…I'm so happy." You admit, just holding her tightly. She laughs quietly, snuggling into your neck.

"I can't believe your dad said that." She says chuckling. You smile.

"Yeah, we haven't done anything like that yet, but you do tend to be loud." Mo pulls away, slapping you playfully on the shoulder at your teasing.

"Don't act like you aren't loud either." She retorts, smiling.

You sigh over-dramatically, slipping your fingers through her belt loop and pulling her closer. "I know, I just can't help it…" Your voice trails off lowly as you lean towards her, your faces inches away.

She giggles once more, her hands around your neck. "Well maybe we should work on that." She whispers, closing the space between you.

The second her lips meet yours, your heart is beating out of control. You'd think that you'd be used to kissing Mo. Used to the feeling of your heart racing. But it's the exact opposite.

Every kiss you share is different. Every kiss gives off a different emotion. And right now, with this teasing, playful atmosphere, you know well that Mo is intending to make this kiss like that. Teasing and playful.

And as much as you hate her teasing, you can't help but love it. You'd never admit it to her, or else the torture would never end, but her teasing is just as much a turn on as her herself.

As your lips move with hers, Mo doesn't hesitate to start the teasing. Her fingers are already tickling the back of your neck, and you're desperately trying to not let that drive you crazy. She starts walking, pushing you backwards.

Before your brain even has time to wonder what she's doing, the back of your legs hit the mattress. Her hands grip your shoulders, pushing you onto the bed roughly.

You lay there on your back panting and staring up at her. She's standing at the foot of the bed, watching you thoughtfully. You slide up to the middle, trying to calm your nerves and even your breathing. She doesn't give you any time to recuperate because she's climbing onto the bed as well, a mischievous smirk on her face.

Uh-oh.

There's no escaping as she crawls on top of you, straddling your waist. She leans down, her lips meeting yours once again. Your hands grip her hips tightly, and you find your heart beating harder than before.

Her fingers slip under the hem of your shirt and you shiver at her cold touch. Her lips leave yours as she starts kissing your neck lightly, barely making any contact. Your hands subconsciously clench the fabric of her jeans as you hold back a moan.

"Fuck, Mo. Stop teasing me." You mumble. At your words, you feel her bite gently, and another moan crawls up your throat.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you…" She whispers, her breath against your skin makes you shudder. "You aren't allowed to make a single noise, or else none of this for a week." She tells you, as she bites down again.

Your hands clench again, trying to contain whatever noise was about to come out. She smiles against you, and you know that your reaction is only fueling her teasing. You can still feel her fingers at the base of your shirt, and you pray she doesn't try to lift it up.

But you aren't that lucky. She does something worse.

Suddenly, both her hands slip under your shirt, making your whole body tense up. Her hands are freezing. Your breath hitches in your throat as she runs her hands all the way up to the rim of your bra and back again.

"Shit, Mo! You're making it really hard not to make any noise right now." You growl into her ear. She's still kissing your neck lightly, and you feel her smile once more. She drags her lips back up to yours, and your thankful now that there's something blocking the noises you're trying so hard to contain.

Although with Mo, you learn kissing doesn't really help at all.

Next thing you know, she's kissing you. No light touches or teases, but serious kissing. Not that you're complaining at all, but this little game of hers is seriously starting to become unbearable.

She's kissing you roughly, her cold hands still pressed against your bare stomach. You're starting to get used to the coolness of her hands, but her lips are what's driving you insane now. Your lips are moving with hers harshly, and your starting to find breathing an issue. You really don't want to pull away, but Mo makes that decision for you.

Her hands run back up to your ribs, and very slowly, she drags her nails down your stomach.

Unintentionally, you throw your head back, breaking the kiss, and gritting your teeth as you try to keep control over yourself. Her pinkies are moving down the side of your stomach, and you shiver when goose bumps cover your body.

Her lips immediately go back to your neck, only this time she isn't holding back. She's nibbling everywhere, and her nails are still tormenting you as you clench her hips even tighter.

"Mo, I can't take this much longer or else I'm gonna loose it." You warn her, tensing again as her nails start moving up to your ribs. You feel her laugh.

"Your doing such a great job Stell, your parents won't have a clue. I would hate for them to hear their daughter 'loose it'." She continues kissing down your neck, to your collar bone, and back again.

So that's what this is about. Two can play at this game.

You take all your body weight and turn sideways, flipping her over. Immediately, you start kissing her. Not giving her anytime to protest or stop you.

Already she's starting to breathe heavily and you realize how much easier this could be for you. Her legs are wrapped around your waist, which isn't going to help her at all. Unfortunately the only thing holding you up and keeping you from crushing her are your arms on either side of her shoulders, meaning you can't use your hands.

But frankly you don't need them. All you have to do is get some noise out of her.

Her arms wrap around your neck, and you kiss her even harder. After a few seconds, you pull away, giving her a chance to breathe as you start to kiss her neck. You feel her pulse and you realize just how fast her heart is beating. You let out a smile, because you're just getting started.

Without warning, you grind your hips downwards into hers roughly as you bite down on her neck hard. Mo's nails dig into your neck, and her body tenses up, trying to hold it in.

"Fuck, Stella! That's cheating!" She protests, her voice raising.

"You never said I couldn't." You mutter back, kissing the spot where a hickey will surely appear later.

"Don't do that! That's so unfa-"

You don't let her finish as you buck your hips against hers again, her words cutting off into a growl. Her nails scratch down your shoulders this time, making you hiss in surprise. She leans her head back, as your shoulders start burning.

You take your lips up to her ear and you start kissing right below her earlobe. "I didn't know you were a scratcher Mo…" You whisper, this time letting the weight of your waist drop down on her. You slowly push upwards.

"Damnit, Stella." She starts, taking a deep, shaky breath. "I didn't know you were a fucking thruster."

You push forward roughly once again, and she gasps, digging her nails into your shoulders making them sting even more.

"Shit! Stop doing that please…" She begs.

"What? You mean this?" You grind down a last time, and that's when Mo looses it.

She grabs your shoulders, pushing you back slightly, and slams her lips into yours. She slides her tongue into your mouth, and you don't hesitate to kiss her back just as forcefully.

All playfulness and teasing has disappeared, the kiss becoming heated and serious. Your tongues are battling for dominance, not really caring at the moment how far its going, or how far you want it to go. You're just doing.

Her hands are around your neck, pulling you into her, and her hips are grinding into yours just as much as yours are grinding into hers.

Her hands slowly release your neck, and you feel them trail down your sides and reach for the hem of your shirt. The second she grabs it to pull it off, a buzzing goes off in the room.

Mo's phone.

"Shit…" You breathe out, pulling away slowly, your nose brushing against hers.

Neither of you open your eyes, living in the moment that you really don't want to end. Her hands come back up, balling the fabric of your collar as she pulls you down and kisses you slowly.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The phone is still buzzing.

Regrettably, you pull away once more as her lips lean up to meet yours. "Mo…" You whisper as she kisses you again.

"Just ignore it." She breathes out before kissing you harder, bucking her hips into yours again.

Finally the buzzing stops and you don't protest any longer.

You kiss her back, continuing where you left off as you slip your tongue into her mouth. Her hands are still clutching your shirt tightly, holding you closer as your heart starts racing again.

You can feel her hips against yours, and it's driving you wild. She releases your shirt, her hands running through your hair, and resting around your neck. Once again her fingers are tickling the back of your neck and you just can't help it.

A low moan escapes your throat.

Mo giggles against your lips. "You moaned." She mumbles as she brings her lips back to yours.

You scoff, pulling away slightly. "Like I give a shit." You mutter, leaning up and reaching for her shirt. She smiles at you, lifting her shirt over her head and throwing it to the floor.

You look down at her in awe. She's laying below you in just a bra. Her flawless, smooth skin. Her heavy, uneven breathing making her stomach brush against yours. Her bright brown eyes sparkling up at you. And she was all yours.

"You're so beautiful." You whisper, crashing your lips down to hers. Unlike her hands, you can feel the warmth emanating from her body and it just makes you want to be even closer to her. Her hands start reaching for your shirt-

"Monu?"

The door opens widely as the lights are turned on.

"WHAT IS THIS?"

You don't even have time to get off Mo or turn around, before a pair of hands grab your shoulders, throwing you away from her. You fall off the bed awkwardly, trying to catch yourself with your hands, as your stomach slams to the ground.

The breath is knocked out of you as you slowly roll over, leaning on one elbow, your other arm clutching your gut. You take a deep breath and look up. Complete and utter fear runs through you as you stare up in shock.

Mr. Banjeree.