"Well, well, look who it is! Slutty McGee."
Evie slammed down her unopened beer bottle with a loud crack, and turned to glare at the violet-haired girl that she so… loathed? Strongly disliked? At least definitely felt indifferent toward, maybe?
"Shut your fucking face, Mal."
Mal flashed one of her signature cocky smirks and leaned in close to Evie, much to the girl's annoyance. Evie wrinkled her nose; it seemed Mal had been committing arson again with her friends, because the smoky scent of fire wafting off of her was strong.
"Hey, hey, language. How about you put that dirty mouth of yours to work and suck my dick?" She winked. "C'mon, be a dear."
Evie's anger faltered and she swallowed hard. She could do nothing to stop the fluttering of her pulse at those words. Mal was an asshole, there was no denying it, as the blunette was not the only one to think so, far from it. But truth be told, Evie wanted nothing more than to crawl into the backseat of Mal's car and allow the fae to have her way with her. She could already feel the heat in her abdomen building up intensity just from Mal's close proximity.
You whore. You absolute whore. Evie felt the need to reprimand herself.
All throughout high school, Mal had been an annoying thorn in Evie's side. An annoying, irritating, confusing, torturous, oh-my-God-do-I-like-her-or-not thorn. The fae seemed to have targeted Evie from their first meeting, and so had begun years of relentless teasing and suggestive wisecracks. Evie was sure she hated Mal - hated her with a raging passion, yes, of course she did - and would become so full of emotion at just one look from the other girl that she inevitably would burst out yelling any and all obscenities she could think of, backing Mal up against the lockers, the wall, the closest car in the parking lot - to the nearest vertical object wherever they happened to be, actually - and glaring down the fae. Mal's typical response was an amused grin and a lazy dropping of her eyes to the blunette's lips.
While Evie was so sure of her hatred, her best friend had other ideas. Carlos, finally sick of hearing his friend bitch nonstop about Mal, confronted her in their junior year and stated plainly that the sexual tension between the two females was so thick, that surely everyone within a five mile radius was suffocating. Mal wants to screw the hell out of you, he had said. Obviously, Evie had been very indignant. She had given Carlos the telling off of his life and refused to speak of it again. However, the notion turned out to be impossible to not think about. Evie found herself to be stuck in denial for weeks, fighting with her conscience, until one fateful night when she once again lay awake thinking of Mal - attempting to think badly of her, that is, though to no avail - that she finally lost the battle and gave in to the dark desires that actually had been lurking in the back of her mind. She gave in to the overwhelming desire to touch herself, to imagine it was not her own hands on her body but Mal's, and then to experience the best fucking orgasm of her hitherto short life.
But still Evie had to suffer through one last year of high school and Mal. Only now, being acutely aware of her very sexual want for the fae, Evie tried to condition herself into believing that what she felt for Mal was pure hatred. Hatred for making her feel such things. The blunette had thrown herself onto Doug then, the poor dope who sat next to her in Chemistry and who had drooled at the sight of her for the past two years. Sex with Doug while imagining he was Mal was Evie's toxic coping mechanism, one which she felt immense guilt over. Though wracked with this guilt as she was, Evie fucked Doug all through senior year while enduring Mal's unending teasing and innuendo on the sidelines. Finally graduation came around, and Evie was sure she would be able to be rid of Mal and finally move on with her life.
Only it seemed the powers that be had other things in mind for her. Somehow, some fucking way, Mal was attending the same college. She had spotted the fae across the quad one afternoon, staring at her with those crystally green eyes and grinning one of those stupid fucking grins of hers.
And now Mal was here, a foot away from her, leaning close so as to be heard over the pounding music of the party, smelling of campfire smoke and leather and all things just Mal. Asking Evie to suck her dick was one of her go-to quips, but tonight Evie felt compelled to give an answer, a genuine answer. Her hands were shaking and her pulse was pounding. She had been pining for this girl for over two years now, and subconsciously for several years before that, and enough was finally fucking enough. Evie was growing weary of denying herself what she wanted, especially when there was nothing whatsoever stopping her from getting it. It was time to act, it was time to take the initiative. Indeed, it was time to do what Mal would do.
"I… I guess I don't have much of a gag reflex. You'd be in for quite a treat."
Mal's breath caught in her throat and her teasing smirk slipped from her face. That was far from what she had expected to come out of Evie's mouth. She had been waiting for the usual telling off, maybe even a slap this time. She searched the girl's face for any sign of deception, but found only blushing cheeks and a rosy lip clenched between teeth. She ran her tongue over her own suddenly dry lips.
Is it finally happening? Mal dared to wonder.
"You drive me crazy, Mal, oh my God, do you drive me up the fucking walls with your bullshit," Evie took a deep breath and steeled herself. She met Mal's inquisitive eyes. "But I want you to fuck me until I can't walk. Maybe… right here on this table in front of everyone. Actually, I kind of want them to watch."
Okay, wait, where did that come from? I'm not usually so dirty.
Evie slid her eyes around the room, taking in the many faces. She knew a large portion of the party-goers, she went to school with them, hell, she had classes with them, so participating in wild sex for their viewing pleasure was a rather daunting thought. Looking back at the object of her arousal, she gasped audibly at the sight. Mal had moved even closer, and all traces of cheek were gone, replaced by hooded eyes and parted lips. She held the edge of the refreshments table in a white-knuckled grip, and Evie could see her fingers trembling. When Mal opened her mouth, her words were quiet and shaky, very unlike the loud, brash fae that Evie was used to.
"I'll take you right here and now." Her eyes darted back and forth between Evie's, and she dared to move closer, so that their torsos brushed. "I'll fuck your mouth so hard, your tongue will have bruises."
Evie could have laughed at that if she hadn't been so distracted. She wasn't sure if she was more surprised at Mal's willingness, or at how turned on she was because of it. She rolled her tongue along her lips and didn't miss it as Mal's dilated eyes darted down to the movement, watching with the intensity of a lioness stalking her prey.
"I want you, Evie." She breathed.
The blunette, with a hard bite on the inside of her cheek, reached forward to lightly graze her hand along the growing tent at the front of Mal's jeans. The reaction was immediate; Mal gasped and bucked her hips forward, seeking more of Evie's hand. A sudden rush of empowerment filled Evie at this, who knew Mal was so easy to entice?
"Come on," Mal placed her hands low on the girl's hips and leaned forward to whisper, brushing her lips along her ear as she did so. "Ben has a guest bedroom right over there. Don't turn me on and then bail. Just say yes."
Evie shivered at the fae's touch and her ballsy invitation. Dare she succumb? The insistent throb between her legs was so strong it nearly spoke with a voice of its own; a low chanting of yes, yes, yes in her mind. She watched Mal's glazed eyes a moment longer as they trailed over her face again and again, as if etching each detail into her memory.
"Yes."
The second Mal heard the word leave Evie's lips, she scooped the taller girl up over her shoulder and all but ran into the empty room. Evie shrieked in surprise at this brash action and clung to her captor's shirt for dear life. She did take a moment to scan the crowded room to see if her current boyfriend, Chad, was in view. She wasn't sure what his reaction would be to seeing her being carried off by an excitable fae sporting a prominent boner. Actually, the picture in her mind made her laugh. Before she knew it, Mal had kicked the door shut and thrown Evie unceremoniously onto the bed, following closely behind, whole bodies pressed together, Mal's face nuzzled into her neck, breathing her in. The fae's hands were already wandering without shame, making Evie's head spin deliciously. A rather hard bite on her neck brought her back to herself, and she realized she didn't want to rush her time with Mal so stupidly.
"Stop, stop, wait a minute."
"Agh, what is it?" Mal brought her head up and scowled impatiently. "Don't say you changed your mind."
Evie smiled smally and shook her head. She could feel the bulge of Mal's hard-on resting against her inner thigh and almost dismissed her notion in favor of continuing things at a feverish pace.
"If we're doing this, I want it to be on my terms. And, um, I want you to do something for me first."
Mal stilled her movements and cocked her head, prompting Evie to continue. The blunette frowned, suddenly embarrassed at what she wanted from Mal. She had asked it of only one other person and had been laughed at. Meanwhile, Mal was genuinely interested in what this thing could be. Evie, when her emotions were running high, had a tendency to sometimes say the weirdest yet most arousing things, and it would hit Mal hard in the gut, sending a fire to her precious parts. Just recently, Evie had been flustered at the sudden appearance of Mal and had shouted something about Mal eating pussy for breakfast. She had obviously messed up her words, as her face had screwed up into an embarrassed grimace before she abruptly ran away.
"I… I-I want you to touch yourself." Evie said shyly, unsurely.
A mischievous grin broke out on Mal's face before she could stop it. This girl was so damn dirty, and she loved it. The fae knew she would always want to fully submit to her wishes.
"So you mean, like, jack off while you watch me?"
Evie nodded, definitely embarrassed now. Mal was going to make fun of her. Chad had made fun of her, called her weird, and had flat out refused. Mal was such an asshole, she would no doubt do the same. She went to push the other girl away, having decided the whole thing was just a bad idea. But Mal was already shedding the tight shirt she wore, exposing her toned stomach, which Evie's eyes easily roamed.
"Okay," Mal said, leaning back in to press her forehead to Evie's. "Let's do it. You're fucking filthy, Evie, it turns me on like crazy. Take my pants off for me?"
The blunette couldn't mask her surprise or the smile that overtook her features. She obediently reached for Mal's tented jeans as the fae moved back. Her slim fingers fumbled slightly with the zipper. She had been waiting the past couple of years - dreaming of it really - to see Mal's bare cock. She sucked her abused bottom lip between her teeth when she pulled Mal's boxers down her thighs and her hardened member sprang free to bounce against her stomach. Evie raked her eyes over the flesh, noting the thickness and length that Chad definitely lacked. Unconsciously, she ran her tongue over her lips.
Mal chuckled. "Like what you see? Say something dirty for me."
Mal let out a sharp breath when she gripped herself in her hand, fingers wrapped tightly around the shaft. Evie's own breath escaped her lungs at the sight, and she felt the arousal pooling inside her suddenly spike.
"I-I want to ride you on the desk, hard. And I want to feel this inside me."
She accentuated her words by running a single finger along the underside of Mal's member. Her heart beat erratically at this, Mal masturbating right in front of her, leaning over her so that her cock was mere inches away from her lap.
Mal's breathing had picked up considerably due to her actions. She kept her eyes locked on Evie's mouth as she stroked herself roughly, base to tip, gathering precum in her palm. Evie's reactions were such a turn on; a hitch in her breath, the dilation of her pupils. Her cock twitched almost violently.
"Ah, fuck," She groaned. "Aren't you soaked, princess?"
"Mm-hm," Evie found it hard to focus on speaking, and her words came out in panting breaths. "But k-keep going."
"Show me some skin?" Mal purred.
Evie lifted the hem of her shirt up under her chin, exposing her breasts. She had opted to go without a bra tonight because Chad had stated they would be having a quickie in the pool later. She raised her wide eyes to Mal's face in time to see a sexy, lopsided smile dominate her lips. The girl laughed quietly and proceeded to stroke herself harder. She leaned in close, accidentally brushing her tip against the skin of Evie's stomach, who let out a raspy yelp that turned into a low moan. Mal lowered her head to capture the swell of the blunette's breast in her mouth in order to hear that moan again. At the contact, Evie lifted a hand to tangle in the fae's violet hair and pull her closer.
"Help me out." Mal murmured against her flesh.
Evie lifted her free hand to encircle her rock-hard cock. Mal placed her own hand atop hers and guided them swiftly up and down. The feeling of two hands on her caused her to shoot her head up to nuzzle against Evie's cheek, letting out pleasurable little growls. Evie pumped her hand harder, unable to get enough of the feel of Mal's smooth skin along her palm. She boldly raised herself up so that the plane of her stomach met her cock with each thrust. She flicked her tongue out against the underside of Mal's jaw and whispered dirty nothings to her.
Mal could feel the knot in her abdomen growing tighter, and she knew she was close to her climax. She wouldn't have imagined she would come so soon because of this. She bucked her hips into the blunette's midsection one final, hard time before a flurry of sperm shot out of her member onto said skin. She faintly heard the sensual gasp from Evie as she shuddered out several breaths of her own and pumped her hand slowly, riding out the orgasm.
"F-fuck yeah," She panted out. "I came hard and I haven't even touched you yet."
Evie was out of sorts at the feel of the fae's hot seed pooled on her stomach. She had never thought she would have a positive reaction to that kind of thing, but intense lust clouded her mind and she loved it. It all caused the heat between her legs to become unbearable, so she rubbed her thighs together to seek satisfaction. She was almost tempted to reach under her skirt and speed things along.
"I don't think it would be too terrible if I kissed you now?" Mal questioned.
Evie nodded dumbly at the words. She silently reached up to knot her fingers in the other's hair and press their lips together. Mal wasted no time with pleasantries and delved her tongue between her lips, which Evie welcomed with a soft moan that vibrated against their cheeks. Mal traced patterns against the roof of her mouth that Evie swore spelled out her name.
Kissing Mal was much better than Evie had imagined it (and despite her wishes, she had imagined it). She figured Mal to be a sloppy kisser, awkward and rushing, not unlike an inexperienced middle schooler. Actually, not unlike Doug. So she was pleasantly surprised at the inviting softness of Mal's lips, and the almost exotic taste of Mal's tongue on her own.
The fae raked her hands down Evie's side to her hips, where she dug her fingers in hard, surely enough to leave bruises. The blunette squirmed, but made no attempt to push Mal away. In truth, she very much enjoyed this rough loving. Evie tugged Mal's bottom lip between her teeth and opened her eyes to find the other girl staring back at her. Her green orbs were glazed over darkly with lust, and Evie's heart skipped a beat or two when she realized it was solely because of her. She broke the kiss immediately, breathing heavily.
"What's the problem?" Mal asked, breathless herself.
"I just… I-I'm so sure of my hate for you. Your taunting and your stupid smug attitude, they drive me fucking crazy. But… well," She met Mal's eyes and her voice broke. "I crave it."
"Evie -"
"It doesn't make sense! I mean it does, but it shouldn't!" Evie huffed, then added more quietly, hesitantly, "I-I hate you… don't I?"
Surprisingly, Mal stayed silent a moment. She furrowed her brow in contemplation, but kept her eyes locked with Evie's.
She really hates me? Am I mean to her? She pondered. I definitely tease her, but….
"I'm sorry, Evie. I'm an awkward idiot and I'm stupid as hell with my emotions. I mean I'm… I'm like that with everyone. I'm not trying to single you out. I-I promise I'm not trying to bully you or…."
The fae trailed off. She raked a hand through her hair before letting out a sigh and starting again.
"I'm pretty emotionally stupid, like I said. When I was in third grade and met Jay for the first time, I had no fucking clue how to tell him I liked him and wanted to be friends, so I walked over and punched him in the eye. I guess after awhile he got the message." She laughed softly. "But I, uh, I like you, Evie. I do. I like you kind of a lot, actually. I mean, if I didn't, do you think I would've come in here with you?"
The fae sat up then, with a slightly hurt expression marring her features. Her own words had struck something inside her that she hadn't realized. Her feelings for Evie were much stronger and deeper than she had always thought. She really liked Evie, and she wanted Evie to like her back.
"This is just… something that I can't explain."
Evie sat up as well and hesitantly gripped Mal's forearm.
"Everything you say, even your dumb wisecracks, I can't enough of. When I see your stupid, good-looking face, I can hardly breathe. And whenever you touch me…." Her words trailed off with a shudder.
"You blush, and get adorably flustered, and call me every name under the sun to avoid whatever you're feeling?" Mal questioned, and Evie's suddenly flushed face was the only answer she needed. "That doesn't sound like you hate me." She added smugly.
The bluenette finally met Mal's eyes, all the while moving her fingers along her forearm to lace with the fae's fingers.
"It's denial. Everything about you, Mal, is what I've been taught my whole life to avoid. My mother has standards that she's tried to push off onto me. So what was I supposed to do then, when you show up all of a sudden lighting bonfires in the faculty lot and spraypainting lockers and being ridiculously fucking hot?"
Mal grinned despite herself. "Rebel, of course. Live a little. Sin a little. Maybe fuck a fae?"
"Well, it's not like I've never pretended it was you when - you know. I'm in lust with you."
Mal was silent after this confession. Her heart beat faster than she thought it should as she took in the look on Evie's face. It was difficult to read; maybe relief, but happy as well? Then, almost without thinking, she surged forward and kissed her. Evie immediately kissed back, wrapping her arms tightly around Mal's neck, and Mal could feel her smiling. The blunette didn't pull away and waited until Mal broke the kiss.
"I lust you, too." Mal breathed.
They stared into one another's eyes for what seemed like hours, but was surely only minutes, until a rather risque, nose-wrinkling smirk slowly drew across Evie's lips. Mal's green eyes flashed wonderingly.
"So, are you going to fuck me senseless now?"
The fae smirked back. "Absolutely. Get up."
She pushed Evie off of the bed and onto her feet. She stroked her cock several times, tempting the soft flesh to grow stiff again. She backed Evie up against the dresser across the room and looked her up and down greedily, cock in her hand all the while. A shiver ran through the blunette at the sight. Suddenly and without warning, Mal tore the seam of Evie's skirt and threw the offending garment off to the side.
"What the hell are you -"
She slapped a hand over the girl's mouth. "Shut up. I am going to fuck you so hard, you're not going to be able to walk right afterward. Turn the fuck around, Evie."
Said girl bit back a noise of excitement and swiftly turned her back to the fae. She caught sight of their flushed faces in the dresser mirror and watched. Mal dropped her eyes to the shapely hips and creamy thighs in front of her. She allowed herself a moment to take in the contours of Evie's panty-covered ass and memorize every detail. Then, in one sudden motion, Mal bent her over, slamming her legs against the dresser drawers, and pushed her panties down.
"I like this rough attitude of yours." The blunette laughed, sexy and raspy.
"Just wait."
Mal grabbed her by the hips tightly, and surprised the both of them by ferociously shoving her cock completely into her slit, eliciting a sharp moan from Evie. Sparing no time for her to adjust, the fae pulled out and slammed back in just as roughly, rattling the whole dresser. It felt fucking amazing having her shaft wrapped in this steamy heat; he could feel every square centimeter of Evie's moist walls. After several more of these slow, hard thrusts, Mal immediately began to pound into her with short but demanding pumps. With each thrust, Evie let out moans and yelps that gradually increased in volume.
The fae couldn't recall a time when sex had felt this great. The tightness of the girl's muscles squeezing her each time she pulled out, as if they were begging her not to, was delicious. Never had she wanted to fuck someone so intensely as right now. The sharp slap of their flesh meeting only managed to arouse her more, so that her cock grew ever harder. She was egged on by Evie's near shouting of her name, and watching her in the mirror. Mal could see that the girl was barely hanging onto the dresser, she was under such immense pleasure. Her pretty face was completely flushed and screwed up into a look that Mal had never seen before on a woman, an image of such raw passion that it made her shaft ache with the want of filling her even fuller. Mal bent over and used one hand to grab a fistful of long, blue hair to pull her head back. Evie's eyes snapped open and met Mal's in the mirror, and the fae nearly came right then.
"I fucking love that look you're giving me. C'mon, say my name, princess."
"M-Mal… Mal…!"
Evie allowed Mal to grab a fistful of her hair to pull her head back, it turned her on to no end. The feel of the fae inside her was like nothing she'd experienced before, not with Doug, especially not with Chad. Mal was so damn intense that it flung all other thoughts from her mind and left only images of her. She would be satisfied if Mal's name was the only one she ever uttered again in her life. Meeting her gaze in the mirror nearly sent the blunette over the edge, so she lowered a hand between her own legs to rub lazy circles around her clit, crying out once again. Mal's thrusts were causing the whole dresser to bang loudly against the wall. It never occurred to the couple that they could most definitely be heard in the other room.
Mal bit her lover's shoulder hard enough to leave rather deep indentions. A darker part of her wanted Chad to see the mark and know that Evie was no longer his to pleasure, solely Mal's. And pleasure her she would, whenever Evie wanted it. At these thoughts, the fae clenched her teeth to fight back a bestial growl, and instead raked her fingernails across Evie's thighs, leaving vivid red lines that would take time to fade. Mal's darkened eyes caught sight of Evie's hand working between her own legs in the mirror, and her arousal spiked to a feverpitch. She released her hold of luscious blue hair in order to grab onto the girl's hips with both hands.
The blunette's legs felt as if they would give out at any moment. She was sure it was Mal's hold alone that kept her upright. She was not even thinking of the loud moans that were escaping her, they were simply a reflex. She hadn't even thought herself capable of making such vulgar noises, but oddly enough, the sound of her own voice pushed her closer to her climax.
"Mal, I… I think I'm about to come…."
"What was that, princess?"
"I'm going to -"
Evie was abruptly cut off by the bedroom door bursting open and richocheting off the wall with a loud crash.
"What the hell is going on in here - oh my God! Oh no, oh no!"
Mal froze her motions immediately when she saw the white-haired boy. She hurriedly pulled out and turned away, panting heavily.
"What the fuck, Carlos! Get the fuck out!"
Evie stood up and took a step towards her friend. She nearly fell to the ground; it felt as though her legs were filled with helium. Mal wasn't kidding about how hard she fucked.
"I'm sorry! I mean, I heard horrible banging sounds and screaming - oh my God! I thought - wait, is that jizz?! Evie, you ho!"
Carlos, although his face was red with embarassment, was laughing hysterically as Evie attempted to shove him back out the door. She slapped her palm against her friend's face and gave a hard push.
"Maybe you should have locked the door?"
"Out! I can't fucking believe you!"
Finally, Carlos submitted and left, laughing all the while, allowing Evie to slam - and lock - the door. She was still extremely out of breath from the rough pounding she been receiving, and her sex was still throbbing with the closeness of an orgasm. She hurriedly turned around to find Mal pumping her cock swiftly.
"What the fuck are you doing? No way are you finishing like that!"
Before Mal could get any words out, Evie shoved her backwards with such force that she fell onto the floor right on her ass. The blunette immediately straddled her and lowered herself onto the fae and sunk her shaft in all the way to the base. Sharp sighs of relief escaped from the both of them at the reconnection.
"Hah… I told you I wanted to ride you hard."
Then show me what you can do."
Evie placed her hands on Mal's shoulders, feeling the sweat-slick skin. Slowly, experimentally, she rolled her hips, eliciting a soft sigh from Mal, which she savored. With a repeat of the action she received the same response, sending a shudder of delight down her spine. Mal threw her head back and lifted her hips to meet Evie's eagerly.
"C'mon princess, fuck me hard. You're filthy, remember?"
Evie smirked seductively despite herself and picked up speed without warning, much like Mal had against the dresser, giving the fae a taste of her own medicine. She had to admit, being top was fucking amazing. Chad had never let her top. She loved watching Mal squirm beneath her, the feel of her lightly calloused palms on her hips, pushing into already bruised flesh. She panted heavily, her eyes glued to Mal's face while she moved at an almost alarming rate. She could feel her walls clenching the cock tighter and tighter as the flame in her gut consumed every part of her.
"Ah… I-I'm going to come… Mal…."
"Do it. I won't stop you."
With the succession of three more thrusts, each sharper than the last, Evie dropped over the edge. She buried her face in the fae's neck as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her. Her shoulders shuddered violently, her arms clenched around Mal desperately, and the throatiest moan she ever sounded passed her lips. Before she could ride out her orgasm to completion, Mal flipped them both over and pounded into her mercilessly. Evie's fingers clenched loosely in violet hair, urging Mal to climax as good as she had. As the last of the blunette's orgasm passed through her, her walls tightened into almost a vicegrip and the fae hit her limit, blowing her seed into her in spurt after spurt until it felt as though her insides would come out as well. After one last shudder, she collapsed, completely spent.
Evie ran her hands through Mal's damp hair soothingly, while the two of them caught their breath. She couldn't hold back the smile that crossed her face, in fact, she didn't want to. After several moments, Mal lifted her head to look down at the girl with tired eyes and a lazy grin. She distracted Evie with a loving kiss while she pulled her softening member from her slit and rolled them over so that they rested side by side. Evie didn't want to pull away from her lips, but the lack of air eventually demanded she do so. Silence ensued between them for what felt like an eternity, until Mal finally spoke up.
"Actually, I think I might be in love with you. And it's not just because you're a hell of a good fuck."
Evie giggled quietly. "In love, huh? Maybe we should have a few dates first? I'd like that."
It felt as if Mal's breathing stopped. She wanted to tell Evie that yes, she would like that too, especially if Evie returned her feelings. But she bit her tongue, since it seemed the girl had more to say, and Mal desperately wanted to hear it.
"I just wish you had been more straightforward about actually liking me, and not just wanting to get in my pants."
"Yeah, and I wish your mom wasn't so much of a bigot she made you scared of your feelings."
Evie responded by rolling her eyes goodnaturedly and placing a sweet, chaste kiss on her lips. She turned to lay her head against Mal's chest, listening to the thump of her steadying heartbeat. She knew that Chad was definitely a thing of the past, and there would be no quickie in the pool tonight… at least not with him. She had no desire to leave the warmth of Mal's embrace anytime soon, and neither did the fae, if the firmness of her grip meant anything. She was extremely content, even when Mal's voice broke the silence.
"So… you didn't explicitly say earlier, but you thought about me during…?"
Mal let the question hang, hoping to rile Evie up with the implied meaning. She smiled to herself when she felt the blunette squirm uneasily next to her.
"Yes. During sex with Doug. …And Chad." She admitted in a small voice.
"I see, I see," Mal said, trying to sound indifferent. "And also when you… ahem… touched yourself…?"
"…Yes."
The silence resumed. Minutes later, just when Evie thought she might drift off to the sound of Mal's heartbeat, the fae broke the silence again.
"Did you do it a lot?"
Evie lifted herself on an elbow, looking down at Mal in bewilderment, laughing softly. Mal lifted her eyebrows and shrugged, as if to say, "Well?"
"…Yes, Mal. I did."
Mal nodded to herself, as if she were confirming a theory. The blunette continued to watch her, convinced she wasn't done.
"One more question. So, where did your voyeurism kink come from?"
"Okay, we're fucking done here."
As Evie attempted to get up, Mal let loose her own bark of a laugh and curled an arm around the girl's waist, pulling her close again.
Author's Note:
Man, being a human kinda sucks, amiright? Here's my yearly contribution to fanfiction lol. Thank you for reading!