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I know it's taken me a while to update since my little spree whilst I was ill. I do have a valid excuse though, I've been working on my Big Bang entree for LJ.

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Sleep didn't come easy for me after the seemingly innocent kiss to the corner of my lips, given to me by none other than the fabulous Katie Fucking Fitch. Even now, three days later, I still feel the burning feeling of my lips against hers whilst we shopped for groceries, her skin under my fingertips, her body pushed up against mine. I really need to get out, I need to go to a club, get fucked up, and no, I won't be bringing Katie with me.

Then again, she informed me yesterday that she'd be going out with some of her other friends to a bar tonight… a straight bar. I declined her invitation to go with. I have no want or need to see her being felt up by some greasy bloke trying to get in her pants. If she didn't already know my feelings for her, she would definitely know when I would sock the wanker in the face, maybe a few times, actually. In fact, I'm not sure if I'll be able to stand it knowing that other people will be dancing with her, on her, touching her without me there to stand watch and protect her.

Right.

Protect her.

That's my plan and my excuse.

However I am still not going to go with her.

I can't, you see, I would plainly tell her, show her, just how much she means to me.

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"Are you sure you don't want to come?" she says to me as she's about to head out the door with her friends, who are waiting patiently to exit. I shake my head, a fake smile pressed on my face. I'm sure that Katie can read straight through it, but I don't really have any other choice, do I? Okay, so I do have other choices, like going with her, for fucks sake, but I can't. Her hand brushes my cheek, "you sure?"

"Yeah, I think I may go out as well, you know, get me out there and all." I see her eyes blaze for the quickest of moments before she masks it. The girls stood at the door don't see it, and her hand drops to her side before she spins around on her 4" stilettos. Her heels click so loudly that I wonder if I'll ever hear anything ever again. Maybe I don't want to.

Her body twirls back to look at me. "Have a good night," she says a curl to her lips and a devious look in her chocolate orbs. I try to decipher the look, and try to say something back, but before I can conjure up something cunning enough to say, she's exited the front door.

"Shit," I say to myself. "Well, time for me to go out and have fun."

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She's nice, don't get me wrong. Her hair is wrong though, it's dirty blond. So are her eyes (green), and lips, and as my hands roam over her body, and hers over mine… those are wrong too. I can feel the differences everywhere, yet I can't help myself in needing to feel something… something that's not belonging to the older Fitch twin. "Let's get out of here," the random whispers in my ear and I find myself nodding my head. Her hand slips into mine, it's wrong. It's all wrong.

I'm too fucked to fight it, and before I know it we're walking back to mine, well, to mine and Katie's. I feel nervous and I'm shaking as I finally get the key in the lock and open the door. She giggles as we walk in, pushing me up against the wall.

Her lips are hot and wet against mine, seeking and searching for something that I just can't give her. Her hands slip under my blouse, sliding along my skin, up my back, unhooking my bra. I don't resist her; in fact, I push her toward my room, backing her up step by step as our lips feverously entangle throughout the heated caverns of our mouths.

As we pass over the threshold I pause. This isn't right; I don't want this girl… I want Katie. I want her now; I want her skin under my fingertips and my lips. I want to taste her everywhere. I want to be inside her, feeling her from the inside out.

The girl is pulling me further inside my room, her foot kicking the door closed behind us. Her lips are on mine again, she doesn't taste right. I don't taste Katie's fruity gloss against my lips and tongue. I'm fucked up though, but I know that it's not her; it's not the woman I love.

She pushes me onto my bed, her body mounting my own, her hands pulling my shirt and unhooked bra off. I can hear the front door opening, followed by the distinctive sound of Katie giggling. I can hear a deep male voice and I freeze, and when I say freeze, I'm talking about not being able to move. Although I can't hear exactly what they're saying, I can hear them moving toward Katie's room. I push the girl off me and slide to the other side of the bed, until I'm rolling my legs off to sit on the side of the bed.

I'm listening, then, as I hear Katie's door click close.

"You love her, don't you?"

I hear the question coming from behind me, my head hangs down. "I'm sorry?" I whisper in response. I know exactly what she said, I'm not deaf, I just couldn't think of an intelligent response, or a lie, quick enough. I take a few deep breaths.

"The girl you were dancing with, at the club the other night, the shorter girl, with brunette hair. You two were both dancing with Molly." My head turns around, my eyes narrowing at the girl in the darkness. I don't respond though. I'm half paying attention to the sounds, moans and groans, coming from the bedroom across the hall.

"Is it that obvious?" I whisper softly, my eyes and face relaxing to look defeated rather than angry. I hear her chuckle rumbling before I see the physical smile on her face. She nods in response to my question, of course she does.

"How could you tell?" It's something I need to know. Something that could help me be less obvious as to the oh-so-obvious feelings I have for her, the love, the devotion. I look pleadingly into her eyes, begging for her to answer me.

She laughs again, and it makes me realize that I don't even know this girl's name and I'm asking her to help me. "Well, the way you look at her, for one, and for two the way you touch her, the way you let her touch you…"

"The way I… wait… what? The way I let her touch me?" I ask insistently.

The girl looks confused. She starts to speak slowly, as if she's speaking to a small child, "She always had some kind of contact with you, even if she wasn't actively dancing with you, she would still have your hand in hers, or a hand on your arm, or even a finger hooked through the loop of your jeans," she explained, "but you weren't so willing to be touched by Molly."

"Were you stalking me or something?" I quip.

"No, not you… Molly was my girlfriend, well, is my ex girlfriend now. I keep an eye on her. I know it's bad, but I can't not, you know? I still love her." I watch as her shoulders shrug, which makes me feel slightly better that it wasn't Katie or me that she was watching, at least it wasn't her first intension. "I couldn't help notice how you and…"

She was searching for a name, "Katie," I say softly.

"Right… how you and Katie were moving around each other, into each other, and then comparing it to how you were with Molly. It was like night and day, really. When Molly tried to back into you, you'd put your hands on her hips, but you'd also take a step back, which wasn't so when Katie would do the same thing. Your hands would move over her… her stomach, hips, back, up her sides, and you'd tease the underside of her breasts, your lips would be near her neck, and your body was pressed so tightly against her that I had assumed you were getting either other hot for later." She paused. "Even whilst dancing with me it wasn't like I had watched you with Katie." I hear another moan coming from Katie's room and my eyes close in pain. It should be me with her. "Have you told her?"

"No," I reply dejectedly, trying to block out any and everything coming from that other bedroom.

She moves on the bed toward me and gives me a hug. It feels nice, like she's comforting me and no longer trying to shag my brains out. I kind of fell out of the mood anyway, so it's good that we're on the same page, well, kind of. "You should just tell her."

"I can't. I can't lose her," I whisper as I pull back. I stand up quickly and take a few steps toward the door, "do you want something to drink?" I ask. She nods her head and I smile, walking from the room.

I don't go straight to the kitchen; I take a stop in the bathroom to think for a minute. I know I'll have to walk by Katie's room and I'm hoping I won't hear her fucking that tosspot she brought home. I know, I'm a bit of a hypocrite, I did bring my own girl home to shag, but even then I knew it wouldn't really happen.

Fifteen minutes has gone by and I finally go out toward the kitchen. The Fitch twin's room sounds silent, so he must not have lasted very long. I wonder briefly if she kicked him out after he was finished (because I knew she hadn't), or if he was still laid out beside her. I struggle to clear that line of thought as I go to the kitchen, grabbing juice, vodka, and two glasses to bring back to my room. The items sit on the counter and I lean back against the refrigerator with my arms crossed under my breasts, my head tapping softly against the appliance.

I can feel a gaze on me before I open my eyes and look over to see that Katie is standing there in a little camisole and knickers, staring at my topless form. Quickly I move my hands to cover my tits. I'm sure a look of pain and confusion is written clearly across my face. For a moment I think I see a flash of anger and jealousy cross the twin's face, but with the dull lighting it's a bit difficult to discern.

"Got a girl in your room then?" She asks, and I can't tell what the tone in her voice is telling me.

"Got a bloke in yours?" I snap back at her.

"No, actually, I don't," she quips. Shit, I know I heard her bring him in. I wasn't delirious or anything, and as much alcohol I've had, it hasn't been enough for me to completely create another person's voice and laughter in my head. "I just wasn't in the mood," she explains.

"Me neither," I mumble to myself, because I wasn't in the mood.

Katie doesn't respond to my muttered response, but she walks up to me, stopping directly in front of me before walking around me, her hand sliding along my bare abdomen, just above my jeans. My body shutters visibly and my breathing stops for a good thirty seconds. "I want to meet her."

Of all the responses, that was not one that I would have imagined. Before I could even respond she stalks off toward my room, I take two steps after her, and then turn around to pick up the items for drinks, rushing after her with both arms full. I round the corner just in time to see Katie burst into my room.

"Hey, I'm Katie," I hear the Fitch twin introduce herself. I walk into the room, a sheepish look on my face. I glance up to see that the girl is sat in her knickers and nothing else. Katie doesn't seem effected by the fact that she's nearly naked, but then again, neither does the girl in my bed.

"Amber," she says with a smile (shit, so THAT's her name), her eyes flicking over to me as I attempt to set down the bottles and glasses, "pleased to meet you. Naomi has said so many lovely things about you." I don't make eye contact. It's already awkward enough for me without having someone looking at me, and the fact that she just ousted me is not making me feel any more comfortable.

I plop down on my bed, covering my breasts with my arms, a bit of a distance from Amber. Katie goes over and takes a long pull of vodka straight from the bottle. She was already a bit drunk, I could tell when we were in the kitchen, but if she drinks much more she's liable to get sick. That would be one for the record books though.

"What is it that she's said?" Katie inquires as she passes me the bottle and I obediently take a mouthful myself, swallowing the burning liquid quickly. My head twists over to look at Amber, my eyes pleading with her not to say anything.

"All good things, I can assure you," Amber chuckles, not even looking at me at all, but she's moving closer to me in the process. My eyes flick back to Katie who I thought would still be looking at Amber, but she wasn't. Her eyes were glued to my partially exposed body. My mouth drops open, though I'm unable to say anything.

I didn't notice until now, but when Amber moved closer, so did Katie. I feel a bit claustrophobic now with both of them closing in on me. I don't say anything though. I don't have anything that I can possibly say to make this less strange.

I feel a hand on my left shoulder, soft and gentle, and I look up to the not-so offender, Katie. Moments later I feel a slip of a finger down my right bicep… Amber. I get the feeling that this has become some kind of competition between them. My cerulean gaze moves from one girl to the other, but neither are looking at me, they're staring at each other.

Amber's touch moves to my abdomen, which earlier she had done with (almost) no problem or complaint from me. Now, however, it feels foreign and unwelcome. The girl at my right leans into me, her breasts brushing my arm as she whispers in my ear in such a way that Katie would never be able to hear, "She wants you." My body shivers, not because of her heated breathe on my skin, or the touch that is steadily moving up to pull my arms away from covering my breasts, but because of the words she spoke.

I glance up to Katie, whose eyes are on fire, black fire. I've never really seen that look on her face, but it turns me on. Katie's hand moves from my shoulder up the nape of my neck, sliding under my blond tresses. My eyes have since closed, unable to take in anything that is going on. It just seems so wrong, what is going on, but I'm powerless to stop it as well.

My hands fall from my chest and Amber's cool hand moves around my breast, except for the one place that would send me into a frenzy. I hear a growl and my hair is pulled back, my eyes flashing up to the Fitch twin who is glaring at the hand on my tit. It almost looks possessive, as if Amber is touching goods that belong to her. In honesty, they do, they have, for quite a while now. My gaze stays on Katie who's now licking her lips and I can feel my knickers get that much more sodden.

Amber squeezes my breast and in an instant the hand is being slapped away, not by me, but by Katie. I hear a laugh beside me, my eyes still watching the twin's reaction. I have to say that I'm rather surprised at how she's acting. I really shouldn't be, thinking back to the black knight, Elvis, and how she nearly ripped his berries off for dancing up on me and touching me in not very appropriate places. That was kind of a possessive way to react. This is the same sort of thing, though I think Amber might be doing it on purpose after the conversation we just had. In fact, I'm positive that she's acting like this to get a rise out of Katie.

It seems to be working.

The girl at my right leans in and starts peppering kisses down my neck, setting her hand on my thigh (yes, I still have my jeans on) for leverage. I don't tilt my head, but Katie grips the hair at the nape of my neck tighter.

It all happens so fast that I have really no idea how Amber went flying backward and Katie started standing between my legs, leaning down slightly to attack my lips. At first I was too stunned to kiss back. It wasn't until her tongue ran along my bottom lip that my body just went on instinct. I could feel a groan from Katie vibrating against my lips. Both her hands were in my hair, holding me to her, whilst my own were lying limply at my sides.

As quickly as it happened, it was over. The twin didn't pull away fully though, rather, she stared defiantly over to Amber, "She's mine," she growled.

"Funny, I was under the impression that you two weren't together," Amber countered.

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