Warning: This is where the M rating comes into play. Tread lightly.
Several days had passed of them working side by side. There was an apparent tension between them, but they'd managed to work together despite their issues. The set was slowly coming together and they had managed to not bump heads too many times. The times they spoke the most included when they were debating on what shade of blue to paint some of the props and when they were in the presence of others. Once they were alone, they barely said anything. Tori wore the same blank expression. Whether she was happy or angry with Imogen, she couldn't tell by the emotions that played across her lips. There was nothing there. It saddened Imogen, but she didn't know want to breech the dreaded topic. She didn't even know how to begin that conversation. She wasn't sure if Tori was wanting an apology or if she didn't want anything at all. It killed her that things felt so unsettled.
One day Imogen was completely taken aback when Zig invited her to one his shows. He was no longer the leading man for the school band. Instead he had started his own thing with a few skater friends. According to Eli they weren't half bad.
After a long internal battle with herself, she'd decided to attend the younger guy's show. Awkwardly Imogen stuffed her hands in her pockets as she showed the bouncer her ID. She always hated when she got carded. Her youthfulness was both a curse and a gift. Several seconds of scrutiny passed before he finally let her in. Feeling completely out of her element, she immediately ordered a drink. She needed anything to take the edge off. She ordered a Jack and Coke and downed it in less than a minute. Ordering one more, she finally felt herself settling.
"You came..." Tori called from behind her. Feeling slightly more chipper than she had when she first arrived, she nodded her head. "I didn't expect you honestly."
"What can I say I'm just full of surprises?"
Tori raised a brow, but didn't comment on it. "Zig will be glad to see you."
She said nothing more before walking closer to the stage. Imogen closed her eyes and sighed deeply. More than anything she wanted to fix the mess that she'd made. Resigning herself to the fact that there was no repairing things between them, she walked towards the opposite side of the stage.
"Welcome you scoundrels!" Zig called over the mic. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Shot to Kill." He pointed at himself and his bandmates. His eyes met Tori's for a moment and they shared a cute smile. Seeing them only enhanced the feeling she was already getting. After several songs, Imogen had decided that they weren't bad at all. Just when she was really getting into it, the musicians decided it was time for a break. Sighing she looked around awkwardly, not really having anyone to talk to. She hated that Eli had plans with some theater stuff at TU.
As she focused on the stage, Tori rushed towards Zig. Eagerly, she kissed her boyfriend, and he happily reciprocated. The image was too much to bare, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. Once they pulled away, the girl must have felt Imogen's gaze on her, because she swiftly turned to face her. Immediately their eyes met. The older girl couldn't make out the expression on her face. She merely felt Tori's gaze penetrating through her. Shaking her head, she headed to the bathroom as ex her companion turned away. Just before she opened the door, she saw the boy pull Tori into one more kiss.
Imogen rubbed her eyes roughly as she looked into the mirror. Trying to rid herself of the image of the two of them, she scrunched up her face in frustration. Happiness was something she knew that she should feel, but she couldn't find it. More than anything she wanted Tori to be happy; however, she couldn't muster the feeling. She felt dispair and longing. On top of all else she felt disappointment in herself. Two years later and she still couldn't get Tori Santamaria out of her head.
She couldn't handle seeing the two of them together. Splashing water in her face she tried to calm herself. The brunette wasn't a fool, she knew she didn't have a right to be jealous. Rationalism wasn't something she was fond of nor was it something that really existed to her. Hearing the door swing open, she was taken aback at seeing the younger girl with her hand on her hip. She glared at Imogen for a second before angrily shaking her head.
"What the hell Imogen?!" She pointed her finger at the artist. When Imogen stared at her blankly with no explanation she got closer. As she moved nearer to the older girl, Imogen found herself backing up closer to the stall. "You can't just pop back in my life and..." She groaned loudly, "And just... god what the hell is your problem?!"
Imogen shook her head, "I don't have a problem, Tori..."
"No!" She pointed her finger threateningly in Imogen's face. "You come back and you're what...?" The artist shrugged her shoulders dismissively, but Tori wasn't having it. "No! Why? Why did you just disappear like that?" The college student opened her mouth to say something but she was cut off right away. "No you left... you don't get to come back here and act like..." Furiously she shook her head.
"Act like what?" Imogen swallowed hard, "Act like I still care?" Exasperatedly she threw her hands up in the hand. "Newsflash I do still fucking care!" Imogen shouted, sullenly she dropped her head before hitting the madness once more. Opening the door, she heard Zig's band back on stage. As she was about close the door behind her she was stopped immediately. Tori grabbed her arm, roughly pulled her back in, and shoved her against the stall, hungrily capturing her lips. Instinctively she tensed up, but soon caved into high schooler. There was nothing gentle or sensual about their kisses, but there was deeper passion than the artist had ever experienced. Each time their tongues swiped, there was an anger behind it. There was a hurt behind it, but more than that there was feelings that Imogen thought would have dissipated over time.
Imogen pulled the girl into her body, wanting to be as close to her as possible. She held on as tight as she could as she felt Tori's hands wondering. Fingers aggressively fiddled with the button of her jeans. When she tried to assist the girl, her hand was tossed back above her head. Imogen let out a stifled moan. She felt the younger girl's slim fingers enter her. Her pace started off slow and steady, but as though something switched on, she became rougher. Imogen winced slightly in pain, but soon she found herself unable to get enough. Bitterly the girl's thrusts got harder, deeper, and each one more aggressive than the last. Tightening around her fingers, Imogen met every thrust of her fingers as she bucked her hips. Each time she met the girl's hand, she silently urged her on as she gripped her shoulders. As Tori curled her fingers, Imogen clinched around them, holding the girl right where she needed her. Several more thrusts, she felt herself spiraling out of control. Biting harshly down on Tori's lip as she rode out her the waves of her orgasm. Slowly she pulled back from their kiss. Her eyes remained closed for several seconds as she tried to make sense of what had just transpired.
She opened her eyes as she felt the dark brown orbs burning into her. Staring back at her were a pair of confused and angry eyes. Uncertainly she took her bottom lip between her teeth. For a fleeting moment she thought the girl was going to say something. Her features relaxed, but it didn't last long. Putting herself back together she snarled at Imogen as she withdrew her fingers. She said nothing as she washed her hands. Imogen felt sick to her stomach as she realized in some way this was payback. She knew she deserved it. Tori didn't even glance at her as she exited the restroom. Slumping against the wall of the bathroom stall, she felt so dirty, but at the same time she now knew the girl still cared.