Oooor immediately... With all the tension at the minute, I figured I'd give you all a double update. This chapter is at least a little more cheerful than the last, so hopefully it'll keep you guys entertained for a little while.
So welcome back to the land of crazy. I hope you've enjoyed reading to this point and I hope you can put up with her as we continue. Thanks, as always, for reading, and I will see you at the end. - J
Chapter 6: A St. Trinian
As it turned out, half of the school had heard Sophie's little conversation with her mother and the other half had heard about it. Thankfully, no-one mentioned it directly, but everyone seemed to have warmed to her.
The oddest thing, however, was that no-one seemed to know of her little 'episode' in the Head girl's room. She had expected to have whispers behind her back, or some plot hatching in the background. However, a week down the line, and even Jones hadn't said so much as a word.
If anything, the other girl seemed to be a million times more relaxed. Well, sort of, it was still Jones after all, loosening the iron grip she had on the school was not something she'd ever do, but she had quit it with the hard stares and mistrustful glances. So that was nice. She wished she could say the same, she was more on edge around the woman than ever, waiting to see what her game was; watching for the moment the axe would drop.
She was on the back foot, and she was not enjoying it.
Functionally, aside from the sword hanging over Sophie's head, she and Jones were working well together. They met up every morning and discussed things they both had to do (Soph had taken to doing all the minor jobs for her so she could split her time between head girl duties and planning the heist), they spoke when they passed in the hallways and they met up at for at least an hour every night, between dinner and lights out, to debrief one and other on the day's activities. After every meeting, Sophie would leave, having decided that she was definitely close enough to the woman at this point; getting any closer was unnecessary, and just left her open to attack.
However, Jones had her own plans.
"Fancy a drink?" Jones had a bottle of bourbon in hand when Soph arrived on the roof. She paused for a moment, debating. She hadn't touched a drop since the night they'd-… Since the night she'd called her mum. She'd needed to keep her head clear, but it had been a few nights since the nightmares had receded now, so she supposed a drink couldn't hurt.
"Sure." She shrugged and took the, already open, bottle, tipping it up for a long drink and grimacing at the pleasant burn.
"How goes the day?" She broke the silence as they both turned their gazes on the fields behind the school.
"Okay. Only a small argument with the Maths department over their debt to Flash, oh and that fight in the canteen." She smirked and Soph joined her. The Emos would be cleaning that floor for hours.
"The girls got on better with the explosives today, just fine tuning the strength." She passed the bottle back and Jones took a drink, nodding slowly.
"Good." She set the drink down and Soph took it once more before deciding this was enough.
"Well I'd better-" She started but was cut off.
"How are you?" Jones was looking at her, right at her, in that piercing, creepy way that made Soph feel like she was being x-rayed.
"I'm fine." She stood her ground against the scrutiny.
"Why do you ask?" Attempting to seem relaxed, she leaned against the low wall.
"You seem… Tense." She arched a brow and Sophie frowned back.
"What's it to you?" The pent up tension that had been coiling inside her for the past week was ready to spring, she folded her arms tightly across her chest, defensive. Jones shrugged.
"Just interested." She took the bottle and pulled a long drink. Sophie took a moment, trying to figure out exactly what the woman's point was, but overall, she was tired, too tired to be playing back and forth when she had far more important things to be doing.
"Just what is your game?!" The outburst had Kelly's head whipping around to face her but Soph ignored the bewildered look.
"You found my weakness, congratulations. If you're going to take a shot, just bloody take it! Don't dangle it over my head, it's not cool!" She paced furiously while she ranted but rounded on the woman as she finished. Jones, to her credit, lost the look of confusion and was remaining impassive. She folded her arms and cocked her hip against the wall while Sophie seethed, barely a foot away from her.
Jones waited for a few moments, then arched a brow.
"Are you done?" She tilted her head and Soph blinked in confusion.
"Wha-" Then she was shoved back against a chimney by the collar of her shirt.
"Shut up." It wasn't a request, Jones didn't look pissed, simply… authoritative. Sophie floundered.
"You're really fucked up, aren't you?" She frowned down at her and Soph could do nothing but blink in astonishment. The only thing keeping her against the wall was one hand on her collar, which she could break from easily. Jones was crowding her, but had left a good few inches between them, was she wary of setting her off again? Kelly seemed to search her face for a moment before dropping her collar and backing up a step. Soph stayed where she was, unsure if she could move right now, let alone if she wanted to.
"Christ, you legitimately think I'd use that? Do I even want to ask what's made you this paranoid?" It was her turn to pace. Soph watched her with nothing but pure confusion.
"You had a panic attack in my bedroom, it's not something to use against you." She looked at her like she was mad and Soph arched a brow, feeling oddly defensive.
"It's what I'd have done." She jammed her hands into her pockets, averting her eyes. She didn't know what to say to this, it was incredibly weird.
It was damn near impossible for her to believe Jones wouldn't use any sign of weakness as a reason to rip her apart. It was how the world worked, and it wasn't as though they had any kind of loyalty to each other. The sound of heels on stone slabs caught her attention as Kelly draw closer, but Soph didn't particularly want to look up.
"Well, I'm not you. And I don't do that sort of thing to my friends." She stopped a foot or so away and Soph barked out a surprised laugh.
"Friends?" She snapped her gaze back to meet the older girls, her scorn obvious.
"Yes, is that a problem?" She folded her arms again and Soph laughed harder, shaking her head.
"Do I seem like someone with a lot of friends?" She held out her arms as though gesturing to herself. Jones frowned.
"Then what-" She began, confusion apparent as she gestured between them, Soph grew serious as she approached the older girl once more, stopping only when they were bare inches from one and other. Alarm bells were blaring in her head but her brain had peaced out and jumped off the roof.
"What do you think I want?" She pointedly glanced down to Jones' lips and back up, both of them remembering the 'incident' after the hockey match. Jones' frown deepened, but she didn't back away.
"Why?" It was quiet, tired, confused. Soph opened her mouth to speak, but nothing happened.
Her scheming mind had abandoned her, and the way Jones was staring at her, waiting for her to say something, anything, to explain what the fuck was happening here.
"I've never met someone like you." It was brutal honesty, the truth of her words startling even her. It was true though, wasn't it? Jones was… one of a kind. She was impossible to predict, cunning, smart, dedicated beyond belief... and right now, more than anything else, Sophie wanted to kiss her. It should probably bother her that she wasn't even thinking of her plan, or the eventual downfall of the woman before her, she just wanted that contact again; that lightning bolt sensation.
Her lips parted to allow her to take in more air, she noted Jones had done the same.
"I don't know if I can trust you." It was a whisper, Soph managed a bitter laugh.
"You can't." With that she caved, leaning up and closing the gap, her eyes dropping shut and repressing a groan at the touch.
Why was it so different? She had no idea, but she didn't fucking care. This time it was no brush of lips, this was something else entirely. All the confusion, frustration, anger, tension, it was all poured into this kiss, and as Jones' lips began to move against her own, her breath hitched and her hands fell to the woman's waist, tugging her closer. Jones didn't just give in to the request, she kept moving, shoving Soph up against a nearby wall and leaning down to, as far as Soph could tell, lay waste to every inch of her tenuous sanity.
Warmth didn't cover it, someone had doused her in lighter fluid and set it blazing, starting a new fire everywhere their skin touched. Jones' hand wound in her hair and she gave an involuntary groan as she tugged a little harder than most would enjoy, making her tilt her head back further and allow her deeper access.
She was fucking doomed.
When they finally broke apart, it could have been minutes or years, Soph couldn't have told you. They were both breathing hard, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with thoughts that made Soph shiver in a wholly pleasant manner.
Fuck.
…
Er… Fuck.
Yep, this is eloquent, well done there Sophie. Open your mouth and say something. Come on, words… Any words will do.
"Fuck."
Oh, well done.
"Yeah…" Jones still had her shirt in her fist, keeping her against the wall. It was reassuring to hear her tone as low as Soph's had been. Even footing. That was good. Yes. Right.
The way she saw it, she had two choices: she could stay and see where this led, talk it out, find out where they both stood and what they wanted, lay everything on the table... or, she could run.
She chose.
"I have to go." She didn't even pause to catch a reaction, she slipped out from between Jones and the wall like smoke and moved, double speed, back to the door. No footsteps followed her but the moment the door slammed behind her she took off at full sprint. Down the stairs, though the school and out of the building, around into the garage and off into the stacks. Honestly, she had no idea if she could find her way out of here, but, at the very least, no-one would find her any time soon.
It was there that she... did nothing at all really. She just kind of sat there, staring at the bare brick wall across from her. She remained there until her legs fell asleep from dangling off of the edge of the crate she sat on. In all honesty, she wasn't all that sure what was causing her to freak out so much. She'd acknowledged that Jones was hot the moment she'd met her, or rather, she'd tripped over herself and turned into a gawking idiot over her. However, actually giving in to an impulse and kissing the damn woman was an eventuality she hadn't prepared for, hadn't expected. How sad was that? In her life, she'd never considered the possibility that someone could come along that she just... Couldn't say no to. She had thought more of her self-control than that, or she'd never seen someone like Jones coming. Probably both. However, she had a choice. She could either go with it and forget her revenge, or go with it and continue. The only question was could she? She was by no means the most ethical person but that kind of shit was... bad. She'd flirted, of course, but never created something like this to suit her ends.
Whatever this was.
She ran a hand through her hair, letting out a long breath. If this really was going to be her last one, then she wouldn't have to think about how despicable she'd been for very long.
Yes. It would be fine. She could indulge this odd impulse without getting in the way of her plans. If anything it would probably help her keep away from suspicion.
Eventually, she checked the time. She'd been there all night, and most of the morning. Now, she needed to go, Annabelle would be persuading Flash today and Kelly had asked her to join them this morning.
Back at the roof, Jones was at the top of the stairs, arms folded and leaning back against the door. Her expression pensive as she was clearly listening to something.
Soph said nothing, simply stood across from her, hands in pockets. The air around them was heavy, like a rain cloud was attempting to form above them. Kelly, annoyingly, didn't seem phased, she kept a neutral expression as they waited.
Silence reigned as they listened to Flash refuse flat out, but as Soph sighed she turned to find Jones striding through the door. Suddenly she understood what they were here for and she chuckled to herself before following, sobering her expression in time to face the others.
"What's wrong? Not up to it Flash? Told you Annabelle." Her taunting tone implied everything it had to and Soph allowed herself a smirk. Leave it to Jones to apply Flash's greatest weakness whenever it suited her. Though, in all honestly, something in her muttered a strong desire to push him backwards off of the roof whenever his gaze lingered for too long on the older girl. Who knew she was the jealous type?
... Okay, maybe everyone would see that coming.
She dropped onto the wall beside Jones to oversee the conversation, and listened to Annabelle describe the guy Flash was supposed to be playing.
"...Successful, erudite and handsome... Oh and I almost forgot he's also very, very gay." Soph actually had to cough to cover the laugh that pressed through her lips before even consulting her brain, as Flash made a sound as though he'd been kicked somewhere very painful.
He left in a hurry and as soon as the door slammed shut, they all burst out laughing.
"Well done, Fritton." Kelly placed a hand on Annabelle's shoulder and Soph saw a small blush form on her cousin's cheeks. She smiled internally, glad Jones was holding up her end of their deal; Annabelle was starting to do well here. Soph opened her mouth to say something too but was interrupted by a shout from above them.
"Scramble! Black eagle, one o'clock!" They all looked at each other and jumped to their feet, rushing to see a series of press vans coming toward the school, led by a black car. Jones cursed under her breath.
"Christ, it's Thwaites. Soph, west wing, I'll get east wing, Annabelle, warn Miss Fritton." With their orders in mind she and Annabelle took off running, spreading the word to everyone they passed.
Doing an additional loop of the school, just to make sure, Soph hurried back to the planning room, Jones and Annabelle were already in there, helping put everything away. She leapt to help but as Taylor shut the door behind her, the loud thump stunned the room into silence. Everyone froze as Jones moved to the peephole.
"Christ! He's coming this way!" Dread sank into everyone's stomachs and they rushed with renewed urgency. It wasn't fast enough, given how short the corridor was, they were going to need to do something drastic and they were going to need to do it soon.
The next thing she knew, Annabelle was walking out of the door, she rushed over to try and catch her, but the door shut as she reached it. She and Jones exchanged a glance and immediately pressed their ears to the wood.
"I know your daughter." Soph winced, where was she going with this?
"You're friends with Verity?" The dismissive tone of his voice shot warning bells through her mind and darted a glance to the rest of the room, they still weren't ready.
"I was at Cheltenham with her, she was the school bully and I was one of her favourite victims." Annabelle's voice shook slightly but she didn't falter, Soph felt an odd swell of pride toward her cousin.
"Really? So minister, your daughter was the school bully? And what's it like being here at St. Trinians?" One of the reporters leapt on the information and Soph grinned to herself, but as she looked over to the Head girl she found an odd look on the other girl's face. It wasn't there for long, it quickly transformed into a smirk as they listened.
"Oh it's like some big, happy, if slightly dysfunctional, family-"
"A bastard proclaims the English throne, and the generous Britons are cheated by a juggler..." Camilla's voice rang out, interrupting Annabelle, but also seeming to distract the media, allowing the girl a chance to dart back inside. She was greeted by silent grins and thumbs up from everyone and Soph threw an arm over her shoulders.
"Well done, kid." She kept her voice low and Annabelle beamed, she was shaking, but she seemed happy.
As everyone continued cleaning up, Soph spotted Jones having an, apparently, quite serious conversation in the corner. When she arched a questioning brow to Chelsea, she received nothing but a wink in response. She got a feeling she was not going to like this.
Honestly, she wasn't sure if she should go to the roof tonight, but Jones seemed perfectly capable of keeping things 'all business' after her little escape routine the night before, so she opted to suck it up and go wait for the Head girl to show up.
She grabbed a drink, finding herself oddly in need of one, as she settled to watch the sun go down.
The sky was fading from orange to purple by the time Jones appeared. Soph didn't turn around, simply stayed on the edge of the wall taking hearty sips from her bottle.
"Everything get squared away?" All business, she spoke first, Jones came to a stop beside her and she offered the bottle.
"The cameras saw nothing, Flash has confirmed and Polly has a few ideas on how to get through the contest." She summarised and took a drink, Soph nodded.
"The twins are getting closer with the explosives and Taylor and Andrea are almost capable of working together for more than five minutes without someone getting shot at with a crossbow." She smirked and Jones gave an annoyed huff.
"It's fine, neither of them are a particularly good shot yet so…" She trailed off with a shrug and retrieved the bottle. This proved to be a mistake as she accidentally grabbed Kelly's hand instead. She glanced over to correct the issue and was met with a slight smirk.
"Just as well."
Soph cleared her throat and took the bottle back, taking a long drink. Why was this so hard? They'd kissed, and they'd certainly both enjoyed it. So why was she sitting here like a child waiting to be scolded?
Oh, right. She'd run off like a startled cat.
She took another long drink -
"I need you in my room tonight."
- and choked.
And nearly fell off the roof.
Jones caught her arm and pulled her back, Soph was less than amused by her really very shit attempt to hold back laughter. Still, as she righted herself, now on her feet beside the wall, she took a moment to clear her lungs of whiskey before straightening up.
"Sorry, what?" She fought to maintain some semblance of dignity, and Kelly, quite fortunately, managed to dial it back to a Cheshire cat grin to answer.
"We're planning something for Annabelle in the dorms tonight, so you and I are hiding in my room until it's time." She explained and Soph scowled.
"Yeah, that's the phrasing I would have chosen for that."
"You know it would have been." Jones folded her arms and Soph took a moment to consider; she might not be entirely wrong. After a few seconds she shrugged.
"Okay, maybe." They shared a smirk and the roof descended into silence.
It was long and very tense. Fortunately, Jones had some level of mercy.
"So, do you always run away like a four year old after you kiss someone or am I just that terrifying?" She arched a brow with a wry smirk and Soph, reflexively, took another drink.
"Can't say I recall another instance, no." She shrugged in the most nonchalant manner she could muster and Jones smirked, stepping closer to take the bottle away and take a drink. Soph honestly wasn't sure what distracted her more, the fact that Jones was in her personal space, the fact she didn't break eye contact once as she took a drink, or the way a tiny drip of whiskey clung to her lips as the bottle lowered.
"Listen…" She started but as her gaze refused to move even an inch from the older girl's lips, she gave up any hope of coherency. She moved forward, taking the bottle away from her and throwing it unceremoniously off of the roof. Jones took the, oh so subtle, hint and almost immediately lips pressed to hers, hands grabbing her shirt to yank her closer even as Soph sought some kind of balance, wrapping her arms about her waist.
It was as intense as before and just as addictive, if living wasn't a requirement to keep doing it, Soph was absolutely certain she'd rather have suffocated than stop to breathe, and god, if Kelly's slight hitch in her breath wasn't the hottest damn thing she'd heard in her life.
A hand wrapped in her shirt relinquished its grip and caught under her chin, bringing her gaze up to meet the other woman's. Kelly's eyes were dark and full of intent that sent a shiver down Soph's spine.
"Kelly? You up here?" A voice from the stairwell had them leaping apart as though burned and Soph moved quickly to the wall to face over the fields as Polly appeared.
The geek had come to notify them that everything was set for tonight and Jones dismissed her with the promise that they would be right there.
The door shut behind the girl and Soph, a little hesitantly, turned back to Jones.
"We should er… Get down there." She rubbed the back of her neck with a sheepish grin and Kelly nodded.
"Yeah." She stepped forward with an odd smirk, her hand lifting. Soph frowned it confusion, and it only deepened as the head girl ran a thumb over her lips with an oddly serious expression.
"Red is not your colour." She finished what she was doing and realisation struck Soph like lighting as the hand moved away, the pad of the other woman's thumb coated in the same deep red that she could only assume had imprinted itself onto her.
"Oh, right. Thanks." She gave a crooked smile and Jones nodded.
"Let's go."
Back to 'all business', they stayed in Kelly's room for about ten minutes, it was at this point that Soph took the time to enquire exactly what they were doing. Jones explained that it was a bit of a school tradition, much like the running through the school naked trick they pulled on all new students. Each of the cliques got to take turns dressing up the new student to see how they fitted into each group, then, at the end, Kelly, Celia and Chelsea took whichever looked best and created the final version.
It sounded pretty damn funny to be honest, though Soph was very, very glad it was Annabelle, and not herself, being subjected to it.
Eventually it was time to go and they both walked in, Soph darted off to get changed into her pyjamas (as was, apparently, the rule) as Jones got everyone else quietly out of bed. Together they woke and kidnapped a sleeping Annabelle and strapped her to a chair.
"You've had this coming since the day you arrived, Fritton." The false menace in Kelly's voice brought a smirk to Soph's lips. She knew very little about makeovers, so she'd opted to settle for watching.
"What're you going to do to me?" Annabelle thrust out her chin in defiance and Soph felt herself puff up in pride.
Look at her baby cousin, all tough.
The dangerous atmosphere was shattered as Kelly grinned.
"Give you a makeover, silly!" Annabelle looked dumbfounded for a second as she was pulled upright and sent rolling, chair and all, into the first year's area.
Music started up from somewhere and it all began. Jones took up a comfortable position on Annabelle's bed beside her as they watched her get transformed into a first year.
It took well over two hours, and involved multiple outfits, ranging from chav to emo, to geek. She didn't even look at her during the posh totty phase, safely assuming there would be more skin on show than she ever wanted to see of her cousin, however, when Jones, Chelsea and Celia all rushed forward to work on the 'final result', she felt an odd surge of excitement. Annabelle had been doing really well lately, even without much real assistance. In truth, she was a resourceful girl, she'd just needed the chance to catch a foothold. Soph was proud to have been the one to help her with that, but she was even prouder of how high the girl was climbing.
Still, the final look was impressive, Annabelle looked a force to be reckoned with. Soph sensed a long party was incoming, so she opted to duck out, not really in the mood. However, as she made to leave, Tania and Tara appeared in her path. The air grew ominous and she froze in place, suddenly very aware of the number of girls advancing upon her.
She backed up, raising her hands in defence.
"No, no, no. No." She levelled a death glare that was swiftly ignored as she was grabbed and bound into the recently vacated chair. She did note however, that she was bound a hell of a lot more securely than her cousin had been. In the harsh lamplight, Jones' smirking face came into view.
"No prisoners, girls." She grinned and placed a foot on the chair, leaning down meet Soph's glare.
"Have fun." She gave a sly smirk and Soph cursed her loudly as she was kicked away, rolling backwards down the length of the dorms and into the first year's den.
This was going to be hell.
And it was, she was forced into outfit after outfit, her face smothered in makeup and wiped clean time after time. First year, geek, chav, emo… Posh totty. Soph barely even recognised herself in the mirror behind any of them. Dresses, skirts, shorts, sheer blouses, long sleeve t's, hoop earrings, eyeliner and lip gloss for days. The put her foot down when they tried to change her clothes themselves, and the girls allowed her at least that, giving her a screen to change behind. Her alliance with Chelsea was even more fortuitous, as a beseeching look was enough to keep her from insisting on an open backed dress. It went on and on, a spinning mess of colour and clothing that had her scrambling to keep up. She was almost relieved when she was shoved back into the chair for the final time and the Head girl and her team descended.
She and Annabelle were dragged in front of a mirror with a flourish, the entire dorm behind them as they were confronted with their new looks.
Soph blinked in surprise.
She'd never been one for makeup, or excessive styling of her hair, but in this case… she might be willing to make an exception. They hadn't been overbearing; a little flourish with her eyeliner had really gone a long way and they'd trimmed her hair and styled it into a total punk rock look she could practically feel herself falling in love with. Her clothes were almost the same, though her shirt had been brutally divested of its sleeves and the top four buttons, and her tie left to hang loose about her neck. Complete the look with distressed skinny jeans and the sexiest fucking combat boots she'd ever encountered in her life and honestly... It was pretty cool.
"So, how do you feel?" Kelly's voice almost echoed over the tense silence in the dorm as Annabelle and Soph looked at each other for a long moment.
"Like St. Trinian." They shared a grin as the room erupted in cheers of success. The music kicked back up and the dancing broke out. Soph laughed along as Annabelle hugged her but as her dear cousin broke off to dance, she made a hasty retreat; content to lean against a support beam and watch as the girls enjoyed themselves. Or at least, that was what she had intended to watch.
The head girl really shouldn't be allowed to dance, it could easily be described as a distraction of war crime proportions.
She wasn't sure she'd ever been so hypnotised by a single person in her life. The woman was practically flawless, she was intelligent, cunning, oddly caring and just straight up stunning, and as Soph watched her dance it was all she could do to keep her eyes in her head. It was enough to send a jolt of something unidentifiable and unpleasant through her gut. Fortunately, the head girl herself chose this moment to walk toward the door, shooting her a knowing smirk as she passed.
Soph swallowed hard, well aware of that look, and its intent. The discomfort inside was swept clean out of the way by a tornado of butterflies and she took a long moment. It was partially to make sure no-one knew she was following Jones and partially to make sure her legs were actually going to work as she slid away from the beam and out after her.
"You owe me one for that." Jones was leaning against her door, arms folded, as Soph emerged, attempting some semblance of indignation. The woman only smirked in response.
"Quit sulking, it suits you..." Kelly's eyes drifted downwards and back up again, Soph resisted the urge to shift her footing. Jones shrugged away from the door and stalked toward her; leaving her feeling a little like a rabbit before a fox.
"You would say that." She huffed with a slight smile and the other woman shrugged, clearly done talking as she stopped, barely an inch from Soph. The air was thick, Soph honestly felt like it was the only thing holding her up.
A long silence stretched between them. She'd had pretty much given up trying to think, she was waiting now, waiting for Jones to make the first move, and by god did she.
She descended like a tsunami, Soph had expected it but not in this way. If it weren't for Jones' hands on her waist, she honesty thought she might have fallen over. It was hard and unrelenting, and in seconds Soph was fighting back at full force, her uncertainty swept away by the tidal wave that was Kelly Jones. She was shoved up against a door and quickly fumbled for the handle, knowing that if she didn't get it open, they'd carry on out here regardless.
Mercifully, it swung open and they staggered in. There was the sound of a foot connecting with wood, closely followed by a slam as Jones kicked the door shut behind them. Soph stumbled, but her grip on the other woman kept her upright as she pulled them further into the room, suddenly unable to bear the idea of space between them. Jones' hand buried itself in her hair and Soph heard her own groan as teeth caught her lip, dragging over it as they broke for air.
Their gazes met briefly Soph didn't give herself time to think, she pressed forward, her lips travelling from jawline to shoulder as her hands flew to Jones' waist, slipping under the older girl's top to brush against soft skin.
It didn't stay gentle long, within seconds Jones got the hint and began working on Soph's buttons, deftly flicking them open with startling ease. Encouraged, Soph took hold of the hem and lifted. Jones raised her arms without hesitation and the top was thrown off somewhere. There was a quiet chuckle from one of them before their lips met once more. However, as Soph felt Jones' hands slip under her shirt, alarm bells sounded in her head. Unwilling to stop this, she turned and all but threw them both onto the bed, immediately setting about distracting Jones from… just about everything actually.
She trailed teeth and tongue down Kelly's neck and across her collarbone, biting a little hard as nails dug into the back of her neck. The truly sinful noise that came out of the older girl practically pulled a groan from Soph as she pressed ever closer, unable to stand or pull away from the pure fire that erupted under her skin wherever she and Jones pressed together. She hated it and loved it, rejected it but craved it with everything she was. Kelly Jones was going to kill her, and god did she want to let her.
Jones' shorts followed her shirt and Soph trailed her lips up a long leg, her hands following close behind. When she reached her hips she took a moment to take in the sight before her. She'd thought about it before, of course, but nothing could prepare her for the sight of the other woman laid out on her bed, her hair mussed and her lipstick smudged. Her flawless skin flushed and her chest heaving with breath as ragged as her own. She was… beautiful.
The thought echoed through her mind like a bell and Soph honestly felt like she'd been punched in the gut. However, she didn't get a chance to search this feeling, as Jones' voice broke her from her reverie.
"Hey." Her voice was velvet, Soph blinked with a slight smile.
"Hi." She descended once more, crushing their lips together as her hand trailed slowly up the other girl's thigh.
Every sound, every shiver, burned itself into Soph's mind as the night flew by. Her boots were kicked away and her jeans thrown off somewhere. Her tie vanished and her shirt made it halfway down her arms before she gained enough sentience to put a stop to it. It didn't stop Jones' nails digging deep into her shoulders as she tumbled over the edge with a keening whine that could have dragged Soph over with her.
She groaned against the woman's neck as she arched up into her. Honestly, the world could end around them and she wouldn't even consider thinking of anything but this woman. She was… amazing.
Jones slowly settled back against the bed, and Soph let out a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding.
Pulling back slightly, she moved her hand to hold herself up and take in the sight before her. Unsure really why, she took the time to shift a sweat dampened lock of hair from the other woman's forehead, smoothing it out of the way with a gentle touch she didn't know she was capable of.
She was just so beautiful…
The pain was back, piercing her gut and shattering the sense of peace within her. With a sigh, she rolled to one side, moving to the edge of the bed and shrugging her shirt back on properly. The contact stung slightly and she almost smiled to herself at the realisation that Jones had scratched her half to death. That said, she knew without looking that Jones would have hair fair share of souvenirs, so turnabout was fair.
"Leaving already?" It was quiet and tired, but the disappointment was clear. Soph winced.
"I… Figured I should." She didn't look back but turned her head slightly. She heard Jones' exasperated sigh.
"Get in the damn bed, Daniels." It was a command, and for a long minute, Soph considered leaving, however, one glance behind her and she knew she couldn't leave tonight. Instead, she stood and shut off the lights before climbing back in.
As soon as she settled, Kelly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, her head met the woman's shoulder and she froze in place, unsure. Jones said nothing, but fingers combed through her hair gently, easing the tension from her shoulders as she fidgeted, trying to find a comfortable place to put her hands as it became clear she would not be allowed to move away.
It was a surprise to her, more than anyone, when she drifted off to sleep.
PSA: It is definitely not okay to use a personal relationship as a means of manipulating a person's trust. It is terrible and massively destructive to a person's self-worth, and Sophie should be/is very ashamed. This shame will be relevant later, but for now she's still on her downward spiral, so we'll have to deal with her being terrible, my apologies for that. If only she had any understanding of her own emotions... or the situation... Such a shame.
Hope you enjoyed reading, this last scene, the very first time I wrote it, was so terrible I can't even think about it. I'd like to think I've improved, but it's not hard to get better than it was, so here's hoping it wasn't nearly as cringe this time around. Hope to see you again next week - J
