"So, you and Nefera.", repeated Deuce, as he passed a hand through his snakes. "Why didn't you tell me?" Jake sighed. Looking back, he didn't even know why they had kept it a secret. "I wanted to. Plenty of times I was about to call her by her name, but… I don't know. I wanted you to know, I wanted to 'introduce' her to you." He laughed. "I would have died to see your face when you would have realized that it was actually Cleo's sister."
"You're an ass.", answered Deuce as he started to drive in Jake's street. "Hey, Cleo is organizing my birthday. You'll be there, right?" Jake chuckled and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Of course I will."
They said goodbye and before shutting the door, Jake bent his head a little. "Dude, please don't tell Cleo about it." His friend mimicked zipping his mouth up, closing it with a key, and handed said-imaginary key to Jake, who laughed and went home.
As Cleo went to find her sister in the palace, she received a text from her boyfriend saying that Jackson would come to Deuce's birthday party. She replied and opened her sister's bedroom door, without knocking first. Nefera was sitting on her bed, reading again the list of the girls that wanted to join or stay in the Fealeaders' training. The eldest let out a sigh. "Toralei wrote her name."
Cleo winced. She has despised Toralei since her first day in High School, the Werecat, on the other hand, used to be rather close to her sister. When Nefera left Monster High, she had passed on her team captain title to Cleo, much to everyone's surprise, mostly Cleo's. Seeing how close Nefera and Toralei had been, every fearleader thought that she would let her friend be the next captain, but the princess had chosen her little sister, declaring that Toralei 'didn't have it in her', and so the Werecat had declared war to the youngest DeNile.
"What's wrong with it? I hate her but you got to admit that Toralei is pretty good. In fact, I thought you would have chosen her as your successor." Nefera looked up at her sister. "I wanted you to, and I know that being the team captain was the only reason she started to get closed to me at first. You earned your title."
The brunette blushed. "You think I'm good?" Her sister nodded. "And what about the others, you won't fire anyone, huh?" The youngest princess thought back at how her sister behaved near Frankie.
"What's with you and Frankie Stein?", she asked as she watched Nefera cleaning her stuff. "Nothing." Cleo sat on the bed with her sister. "Don't say 'nothing', you nearly fought with a student because of her."
The eldest sighed again. "It wasn't Frankie's fault, I corrected one of her moves and he attacked me because I spoke to his girlfriend. He's the problem, she isn't." "Ex-girlfriend.", corrected Cleo. "She broke up with him. Because he's a douchebag."
Nefera's chest felt instantly tight, and she didn't know whether it was because he was single or because her sister had just insulted him. She noticed that Cleo was studying her face and tried to put her mask back on, but it seemed too late. "But… You know that already.", she spoke softly. "That he's a douche. Right?" Nefera didn't dare to look at her sister's eyes. It was too risky. "He's the one that broke your heart." It was both a question and an affirmation.
And when Nefera tried to change the subject, Cleo knew she was right. If nothing had happened between them, the princess would have felt offended. "I don't think either of the actual girls is gonna get fired, but I'm thinking about recruiting more girls though. What do you think?" Cleo stared at her sister for a few seconds."You know he's going to be here, Saturday night. For Deuce's birthday." Nefera faked reading her notes again and just said "I know." And, so did Cleo.
Much later that night, Holt entered the palace, rejoining as quietly as possible his girlfriend's bedroom.
"Hey.", she said, when she saw him coming in, and she closed her laptop and pushed it under her bed. "Hey.", he replied, crawling in her bed and kissing her strongly. Their kisses were rarely soft, more often than not they felt like a battle between the two of them. It was always wild and strong and she craved that. She felt his teeth biting her lips and heard his growls against her mouth.
Surprisingly for both of them, they hadn't had sex yet. Holt wanted to wait until she was ready, and so even though they had been sharing the same bed nights after nights, he would always be careful not to put any pressure on her. Nefera found it odd how urgent their kisses could be when they would never dive into the real deal.
Not that she didn't want to. The boy knew how to act around women and he definitely knew all of her turn-ons already. She knew his', too. He loved it when she kissed his neck and would always moan whenever she would whisper in his ear. Many, many times he'd told her about his fantasy of taking her doggy-style and pulling on her long ponytail. Unfortunately for him, though, she had cut her hair short a few days after her breakup.
Holt was feeling insanely drawn to her and he remembered how he hated that at first. She was too him for his taste. He'd only wanted to bed her but when he understood that she wasn't like others -unlike the girls that said that they weren't like other girls but who were actually like everyone else-, he had been spiraling down what seemed to be the torment of his feelings.
They fell asleep in each other's arms, as they often used to do, last summer. The muffled sound of Holt's music in his ears felt like a sweet lullaby to her. It used to annoy her, for she couldn't fall asleep if the room wasn't dark and silent but he had employed the great argument that she would probably rather fall asleep with music than wake up next to her ex. He had won with this fair point and ever since she would always sleep with music.
Saturday came and found Nefera alone in her room, reading the notes she had taken during every girl's audition, when in the living room Cleo was yelling at their servants to hurry. Her sister was always anxious when she planned a party, and even more now that she was in charge of her boyfriend's birthday.
The eldest growled and without thinking twice, she scratched Operetta Phantom's name from her list. No way she would allow two of Jake's sluts in her team. Frankie was enough. The green girl still had some progress to do but she was still a good Fearleader. And even though Nefera hated her, she wanted to prove to herself that she could be professional. Plus, she couldn't wait to see Jake's face when he'll learn that she had kept his little ex-girlfriend with her.
Her choice was simple to make, most of the girls had either failed or shine during their audition. But the biggest question mark was still on Toralei, she had talent and was a great Fearleader, Nefera couldn't deny that, but she strangely didn't want her friend in her team. Was Toralei even her friend? No, they were acquaintances scheming together when necessary. Not taking Toralei would probably mean a wave of insults and have the werecat probably scheming against her. But taking her would mean losing Cleo, losing the good atmosphere her team had.
And for the first time since her debut in coaching, Nefera had to choose wisely.
Jackson arrived at the Palace with Frankie at his arm. She had broken up with him, right after they had sex the other day, but since she had chosen to stay friends, they were going together at Deuce's birthday.
Jake felt odd, coming back here, he wondered if she was going to be there. Probably, it was her place after all. He wondered what she would wear if she would come and talk to him… He was curious how all of this would turn out. Maybe they would reconcile tonight, they were both single, after all.
Much to Jake's deception, she wasn't at the party when he arrived. He gave his gift to Deuce, who was screamed at by Cleo, his best friend having probably lurked at the wrong thing at the wrong time. It made Jackson chuckle, some things just never changed. Frankie served him a drink, two drinks, and even three, and after that… Well, he couldn't remember.
Nefera was nervous. She had decided that tonight would be the night. The more she slept in the same bed as Holt the less she could resist, and, as good as he was with his fingers and tongue she just needed more. Once she was done with her coach tasks and once she was done recomposing her new Fearleaders team, she had gone to the mall and went to buy some lingerie for the night.
She had chosen what she thought was the hottest piece of lingerie at the stores. Black lacy bra, thong, suspender belt, thigh highs stockings, and of course, a pair of dark Jimmy Choo.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
She had also gone to the hairstylist and had gotten hair extensions. To please him, she had asked her hair into a tall and long ponytail, the whole thing hurt her head but she went past it, it felt good to feel sexy again. She had missed this.
Once at home, she took care of herself as her sister's guests started to arrive. Nefera shaved and scrubbed her whole body, painted her nails, and put some makeup on. When she was done, she discovered how her servants had redecorated her bedroom for the night. New linen sheets, honey-scented candles, and curtains added around the bed. It looked perfect for tonight.
Everything was ready, so she grabbed her phone.
Holt woke up to Frankie laughing off, who looked drunk or at least, pretty tipsy. He felt tipsy too, though, not drunk but not quite sober either.
"Where the fuck am I?", he asked his drunk friend. The green doll yelled so he could hear her through the music. "It's Deuce's birthday! We're at Cleo's place!" Holt chuckled when Frankie almost fell backward. He needed to bring her back to her friends.
He found Clawdeen and Laura next to Cleo and Deuce, and he held the Stein girl to them.
"Oi! Dude! Happy birthday!", screamed Holt at Deuce. "You really know how to celebrate, don't you?!" He almost stumbled and was helped by Deuce. "What are you doing here? It was Jake night, Holt!" Holt barely heard Frankie explain to Deuce how Jake had turned into him because he focused on the vibrating phone in his pocket.
He had received a text from his baby girl, and so, with a smile on his face, he opened it. Holt's eyes widened, it was a picture, not a text. A pic of his girl laying on her bed with a tall ponytail splayed around her face. He could see that she was wearing a black bra and it immediately caused a response from his own body. As he analyzed the picture, he received a text. It said 'Come and pull it.'
"Holt, you need to give the lead back to Jake, you had promised." Deuce told him and Holt almost had pity for the man. "Look, dude, I would have, ten seconds ago." Holt showed up the text he had just received to Deuce and bent to whisper in his ear. "But I got stuff- hot stuff, waiting for me. I'm sure you understand."
And with that, he left the group of friends and started to make his way to his princess' room.
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She turned herself around so they would face each other. Holt smiled at her with the brightest smile. "My soulmate.", he whispered. And they were both smiling stupidly at each other. Until he wasn't anymore. "The condom. I didn't-" She groaned. "I'm on the pill, Holt."
He let out a sigh of release. "Oh… Good. Good." He said, and he kissed her forehead.
Later that night, after another two wilder and longer rounds, they fell asleep against each other. The only sound being their steady breaths.
Thanks for reading! Full explicit chapter on Ao3 (Ft. Holt and Nefera's first time, hence this chapter's title)
