Typically Grace was much more humble and vigilant when in someones house but having been attacked right when they entered the doorway, and getting the confirmation that no one was going to be home for a while with a cute pout adorning Zoe's lips - Grace had taken them right then and there, allowing herself to be dragged upstairs and to the other's room where they withered against each others bodies on the king sized bed, and more.

Their kiss is sweet, alive and addicting. Grace devours her cherry chapstick leaving nothing left. Tongues wrestle in eachothers mouth, Zoe putting up a hefty fight and Grace attacking with just as much vigour. Grace discards her jacket and helps Zoe with hers. Zoe moans in delight and shimmies her chest just a little, wearing a black t that shows just about everything she needs to gain a favorable reaction from her girlfriend.

"God Zoe, how on earth did I get you?" Grace hisses in a low voice as her kisses suddenly trail down Zoe's bare neck, who laughs and enjoys it as she buries her hands in Grace's duo-hair color.

"God Grace, yes.. right the- ahghh" gasps Zoe, as she raises her head to trail feather like kisses over the top of her head. Grace raises her head and meets her lips halfway, demanding more.

And like that, the two get lost in eachothers embrace and warmth, clothes fly to the ground. They're about two shades away from making a baby when a voice close to the door catches them off guard.

"Gosh Zoe, you left the front door unlocked again. How many times have I told you-" they barely have time to contain themselves before the door opens. Grace had already scrambles off and beside her. Zoe reaches for her shirt and quickly covers herself.

And if it wasn't for their red and pale faces, panting like no tomorrow, Mama Rivas could have believed the inferences from her daughter sprouting things like wrestling and "This... isn't what it looks like?"

"I'll... have to... I have to call you back." The speechless woman practically shouts in the phone, surprised she even managed to say it, before she turns it off, and places her hand to her face. Both girls could already see the veins popping out of her neck trying to make sense of things. Chloe Rivas was known for many things: her utmost confidence and beauty, her elegant yet sharp demeanor, her strong way with words which could either make any man or woman either melt to their knees or cower in fear for their safety. Yet none of that stops her from a screaming fit a moment later, potentially stirring up the entire street with just a button away from calling the police.

"I'm sorry, I honestly didn't think she'd be home that early. Seems she got chewed out by her boss again." Zoe says in a semi-annoyed voice, though Grace could already see the fear behind her eyes. She honestly didn't know what to feel either; initially horrified and abashed, much like her flushed counterpart, but after the screaming match came to a close and Ms. Rivas with the most calmest voice she could muster told Zoe to see Grace out the door, the urge to throw herself out the window was gone and replaced by something lighter.

"And.. that's a regular occurrence?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow as she turned to her once they got to the gate. Seeing the expression in her girlfriends face makes her pause, "Hey, don't worry about it. Honestly I'm not mad. It seems like she was biting her tongue, so for that I am grateful."

Zoe laughed, nodded, and sighed all at the same time. She wasn't looking forward to going inside.

"But hey, on the bright side, she seems pretty hot when she's angry."

The punch had been expected and entirely welcome, and she laughed at the shocked look Zoe gave her, "If you say that again, I'll maul you."

Grace gave her a weird look before amusingly saying, "I might like that, I think?" Zoe angry face broke before she laughed as well, placing her hands over her shoulders and leaning in, yet raising a curious eyebrow as she was rejected. She followed Grace's quick gaze towards the house where her mother was non-nonchalantly standing at the window watching them, "Yeah, maybe not a good idea. I'll see you tomorrow th-" Before she can finish her sentence, she felt hands over her collar pulling her into an unchaste kiss that lasted seconds. Grace ended it quickly and sent her a look of disapproval, shifting her bag over the shoulder as she quickly moved out and away with a wave.

"See you tomorrow!" Zoe yelled with both hands to her mouth to enhance her voice before she turned to find her mother absent from the window, and with a hesitant breath she walked inside the pit of fire.

I wonder how my parents would react if they entered my room to a scene like this. I guess that's why they invent locks for these kinds of things.

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