Katie'd been walking home when she'd caught sight of them snogging on the swings. She knew about their game. She'd played a part in it before, passing along messages from one alter-ego to another across a club as they teased each other. She'd protested, of course, out of dignity (especially when the messages had gotten filthy), but, truth be told, it had stirred things in her as well. Some of those were basic things like the desire to be loved and the aching want to have someone to share life with and play her own games with. Some were things that she had trouble admitting, even to herself.
The truth was that she'd known, deep down, who she wanted, she just wouldn't admit it.
She inhaled deeply, letting the nicotine flood through her, working its magic to settle her nerves. She turned her eyes to the sky, watching the stars shining brightly overhead. There was only so much of watching her sister having her brain fucked out that she could tolerate, even if she'd long ago learned to see the beauty in their relationship and in them together. Even when they were being dark and dirty like now, there was still an incredible magnificence to the way they worked and moved together. Their love, even now, in these characters they were playing, shone so brightly that it was almost blinding.
Tonight, she knew, it was finally her turn to admit that she loved someone like they loved each other. She knew who she wanted to play The Game with. It was the same person who'd gotten her into the habit of smoking to begin with, she reflected with a nostalgic smile as she took another deep drag.
Her mind flashed with images of brilliant blue eyes, long, flowing brown hair, and perfect pink lips curved up into a delicious smirk. She closed her eyes and visions of pinning a lithe, lean body up against a wall, pressing her lips against that smirk until it disappeared into a moan of pleasure, and sliding her leg up between slim, toned thighs flew through her mind.
She hadn't been sure until recently that Effy wanted what she wanted. She still wasn't positive, but the enticement of what Effy might be able to do with The Game (of night after night spent fantasizing about that very thing as her fingers thrust inside her, her palm rubbing roughly over her clit until she cried out in ecstasy) made her have to try.
She glanced back at the writhing bodies on the slide as Naomi's sharp cry broke through the night, answered by a growl from Emily. Naomi's top had been partially ripped off, exposing the bare flesh of her chest to the cool night air, and Katie got a bit more of an eyeful than she bargained for. She smirked to herself as she turned away, flicking the remains of her cigarette out into the dewy grass before pulling out another from her pack. I wonder who's winning tonight? Who's predator and who's prey? she thought. Not that it didn't always end up in both of them winning, really.
She sat down in the shadows of the trees as she lit her next cigarette. They were clearly going to be a while, but she'd wait. She needed to enlist their help. After all, tonight was the night.