Okay guys, here we are with the double length instalment. This is my favourite chapter so far, prepare for some truly terrible jokes, shenanigans, fluff and... not fluff. I hope you enjoy and I will catch you at the end. - J
Chapter 11: War
Soph woke slowly, there was something wrong here. Cold? She was never cold in the mornings, Jones was like a goddamn space heater. Frowning, she realised the woman was not curled against her like a limpet, as was the norm. She reached out an arm in search but came up with nothing.
Her eyes snapped open, where was she?
She sat up and looked around, no sign of her in the room. Her clothes were still scattered about the floor but her side of the bed was cold. What was- her sleepy brain caught up to her and she heard the shower running in the bathroom. Relief washed over her.
What, exactly, she'd been worried about, Soph had no idea, but for some reason the idea of Kelly disappearing scared the hell out of her. She ran a hand through her hair and chuckled to herself as she flopped back on the bed, heaving a heavy sigh. This was so fucking weird.
She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling and glossing her mind over the last few weeks. It had been a roller coaster, and now the school was settling properly into the year, there was nothing to distract her from the building storm that was her… relationship. It had been easy, back when this had started. Between the heist, her plotting and Kelly running the school, they barely had any time alone together that wasn't spent in bed… or against walls, or in cupboards… She blinked her thoughts back on track. Now, between them, managing the school was easy, and she had no extraneous plotting to take care of. They had a lot of time to themselves, and really, they were only human, they had to find something else to fill the hours after they'd worn themselves out.
Honestly, the idea was kind of daunting. They'd had conversations, somewhere between sex and sleep, tiny glimpses at each other's minds, and yeah, they'd gotten along well so far. But what if Jones found out something about her that she didn't like, or vice versa? Did they just break up or what? She had no idea. Maybe she should ask someone? Jeez, she was bad at… normal things.
"Do you ever stop thinking?" She'd been so lost in thought that she hadn't heard the shower turn off, or Kelly walk back into the room. At the sound of her voice she rolled her head to look at the woman. She was standing beside her vanity, wrapped in a towel. Soph smirked.
"Probably not." She rolled to her feet and stretched her arms up above her head.
"You're up early?" She gestured to the bathroom and Kelly laughed.
"You're up late." She plugged in her hair dryer and Soph frowned as she glanced at the clock. Go figure, the woman was right.
"You looked kind of peaceful, so I let you sleep." Jones looked at her in the mirror and Soph smiled as she moved over to stand behind her, trailing her hands over bare shoulders.
"Thanks. I don't normally sleep that well… Something must be wearing me out." She kept her eyes on Jones' face in the mirror as she spoke. The woman wore a fair amount of makeup, and Soph would never complain, she was gorgeous either way. However, she also liked the moments just before bed, or first thing in the morning, when she could see Kelly just as she was. Usually hidden by foundation, light freckles scattered across her face, centering mostly across the bridge of her nose. No-one would see them unless they saw Jones like this, half out of bed, not dressed or ready for a day of being the Head Girl.
She was so beautiful.
Soph dipped her head to press a kiss to the join of her neck and shoulder and smirked against her skin as long fingers carded through her bed-messed hair.
"'Morning." She mumbled before straightening to meet her gaze once more and Jones turned her head to meet her lips for a lingering kiss before slowly pulling away.
"Good morning." She smirked back and Soph grinned as she stood properly, giving Jones' shoulders a gentle squeeze before she stepped away.
"I'm going to take a quick shower, save me a seat in the hall?" She half-stepped into the bathroom before glancing back in time to see Kelly shake her head.
"Not going, budget meeting with Miss Fritton." She spoke to her own reflection and Soph rolled her eyes but shrugged.
"Have fun with that. Lunch on the roof?" She leaned against the door frame and waited until the Head girl cast her a smile.
"See you there." She flashed a smirk and Soph winked before ducking into the bathroom. She actually was running a bit late.
She managed to make it to the dining hall before the end of breakfast, so she scooped up an apple and dropped into her usual seat across from Polly.
"'Morning." She smiled cheerfully and the redhead gave her a nod.
"Kelly at the budget meeting?" She spoke to her laptop and Soph shrugged.
"Apparently so." Figuring they wouldn't be talking much, she took a bite from her apple, only to immediately spit it back out on the table, her face contorting at the foul residue left on her teeth.
Wax.
She examined the apple in her hand and found it was, indeed, one of the ones from the art room. Laughter behind her made her aware of the culprits but even it if hadn't, she'd know. Taylor wasn't one for subtlety. Fucking chavs. She cast Polly a despairing look and the geek arched a brow.
"Technically, you started it." She offered no help and Soph heaved a sigh. It was going to be a long day.
Paint bombs, exploding pens, fireworks under her chair, tripwires, tar and feathers (that one had been hard work to dodge), actual fire, Trinski in her drink and a water balloon full of syrup. All before lunch. She was grumpy.
When she finally made it up onto the roof with today's lunch for her and Jones, she was too annoyed to be hungry and simply dropped down beside the woman, landing with her head in her lap. Apparently able to guess the situation, Jones had said nothing, simply brushed her fingers through her hair until Soph had relaxed, catching hold of the hand that was slowly sending her to sleep.
"Thanks." She spoke quietly and finally opened her eyes to find Jones' slightly sad expression above her.
"Rough morning?" She arched a brow, clearly already aware of the answer, Soph heaved a sigh and sat up, pulling on half a smile before leaning in for a kiss.
"Could have been worse." She pulled away again and moved to retrieve their sandwiches.
"Yours?" She glanced over her shoulder and Jones shrugged.
"Average. Budget's going strong, normal classes." She turned so her back was against the low wall and Soph smiled as she moved to sit beside her, handing over her share.
"So, what happened?" After a comfortable silence, Jones finally asked and Soph sighed.
"Chavs have declared war, specifically on me. Been dodging their half-assed schemes and pranks all morning." She grumbled into half a sandwich and Kelly squeezed her knee.
"I'm guessing you haven't put any heads through a wall?" The way she asked said that she already knew this was the case and was glad, Soph managed half a smirk.
"Take more than a morning to push me over the edge. But they're just stupid enough to be getting on my nerves." She warned gently and Kelly sighed.
"The chavs can be irritating. Keep track of what they do and let me know, if something goes beyond the norm, you can retaliate." There was an edge of 'Head Girl' to her tone that broached no argument. Soph repressed her immediate desire to argue and instead set her crusts down (she never ate them, something Jones found hilarious), shaking her head.
"Yes, boss." She grumbled and Jones laughed, throwing an arm about her shoulders to pull her to lean against her. Soph restrained an automatic grin as lips pressed to the side of her head.
"Your patience is appreciated." Her soft tone made it hard for Soph to be angry.
Their afternoon was spent together, and quite frankly, Soph was impressed. Jones' capacity to spot a trap from a mile away was bordering on omniscient as she stopped Soph from catching triggers that even she hadn't seen. She supposed she should have guessed, there was a reason Jones was Head Girl, after all. It wasn't just her observation, either. Her ability to safely disarm almost everything they came across without so much as losing a step in her stride was actually beyond belief and... kind of hot.
Who knew watching your… -ahem- Girlfriend smoothly catch a snooker ball before it hit you in the face and use it to set off a flour catapult before either of you were remotely in range, would be so attractive? Maybe it was just because it was Jones doing it? Soph wasn't sure. Was this what all Head Girls were like here?
Probably not, she couldn't fathom there being more than one Kelly Jones.
Though that thought lingered…
An hour before dinner, they were finally caught.
It wasn't the most sophisticated plan, by far. They'd been checking the weapons storage when some genius had locked them in. Great. The lock clicked shut and faint giggling could be heard fading into the distance through the heavy metal door. Soph hadn't moved from her position leaning against the far wall, but shot Jones a despairing look in the dim light. The Head Girl rolled her eyes.
"It's always the simple ones." She shook her head and Soph managed a dry smirk.
"Could be worse?" She folded her arms and Jones shook her head, looking moderately amused.
"Care to step in?" She gestured to the lock and Soph frowned in confusion for a moment before it hit her and a grin spread over her face.
"You've been snooping in my file." She shrugged away from the wall and up to the other woman, who arched a brow, making no effort to hide the smug turn to her lips.
"I'm Head Girl, it's mine to snoop in. Hope it's not exaggerated, that lock's a bitch." She straightened up as Soph turned to slide past her and paused, barely a breath between then in the cramped space.
"Maybe I don't want to open it." She glanced pointedly downward and Jones leaned forward, placing a hand on the wall beside her head to tower over her.
Bloody tall woman.
"Hm.." She tipped her head so the gap between their lips was practically non-existent.
"We could stay in here… " She lowered her voice to a whisper and Soph repressed a shiver as Jones' lips brushed hers with every word.
"Or… we could get out, and go back to my room, where we have a lot more time." She felt, more than heard, the woman's grin and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Oh? Don't think you're up to working on a time limit?" She tipped her head, bumping her nose against Kelly's as the other woman's eyes flashed at the challenge.
She did not regret her words. Jones' free hand came forward to rest against the side of her face, barely a brush against her skin. It didn't stay still; ghosting over her cheek, across her jaw.
"I think…" She moved around so that her breath drifted over Soph's neck with every exhale.
"We both know…" A thumb traced her lips and Soph parted them without a thought, her eyes dropping closed.
"How easy it would be." Her thumb dragged down over her lip and Soph felt the shudder that rolled down her spine at the dark velvet tone of Jones' voice. They were stood so close, Soph's back pressed hard against the wall as though pinned there but nothing held her. So close that she could feel the body heat building in the space between them, but still Jones' hand on her face was the only contact. It was dizzying, intoxicating… Fucking brilliant. Soph's breath came harder now, her limbs jelly.
"But I don't want to rush." Jones continued, her voice full of dark promise.
"I want to take my time with you…" The pressure on her lip finally faded as Kelly's hand ghosted lower, long fingers splaying across her neck and applying just the slightest pressure. Soph imagined she'd be embarrassed later, but for now the only logical action she could find was to tip her head, exposing her neck further with an almost silent whine.
"So, how about you do us both a favour-" She was barely listening to the woman's words anymore, revelling in the feeling as Jones slowly moved her head, her lips brushing over the newly bared skin of her neck with every word.
The grip on her neck turned hard, causing Soph's eyes to snap open in time to see Kelly pull back to meet her gaze, a mischievous grin plastered across her face.
"- and open the damn door." Gone was the soft tone, in its place was pure amusement and teasing smugness as she relinquished her grip and slipped away, taking up Soph's old position leaning against the far wall.
Honestly, it took her a minute to remember she had limbs.
However, following a quick mental reboot and a whole lot of internal cursing, she managed to stagger away from the wall she'd been pressing herself into. She cleared her throat once, then again a couple more times, banging her fist against the wall once or twice before straightening up.
"I hate you." Her voice was quiet, but at least it didn't shake as she shot Jones a scowl that was half-hearted at best. The woman simply winked.
After another moment to right herself, Soph trudged over to the door, fishing around in her pockets for her penknife.
"So what does my file say anyway?" She glanced back to the other woman, who scoffed.
"Which bit? There's over a hundred pages." She rolled her eyes and Soph smirked, gesturing to the door as she finally located the useful multi tool.
"You let out all the students in a criminal institution, causing a riot that lasted four days." She helpfully supplied and Soph smirked at the memory, carefully unfolding the fragile pick and pulling the second piece from the seldom used toothpick slot. Ideally, she needed her full set for this sort of thing, but in a pinch, this one could be used for most modern doors. There were a few old ones around the school she'd be stuck with, but this one... seemed about right. Dropping to one knee, she set to work, squinting in the dim light.
"Didn't let them all out, the snitches stayed in their cells." She huffed, Jones chuckled.
"Sounds like a shit hole." She spoke casually, but the air around them felt oddly charged, and not in the crackling way it had been only moments ago.
"It was. Not the worst, but not great." She talked to the lock as she wiggled the pick about, trying to align the pins correctly.
"Took me three months to learn how to pick the locks, broke seventeen doors in the process." She offered the information freely and was rewarded as Kelly laughed.
"What did they think you were trying to do?" There was movement behind her as Jones clearly got tired to standing and moved to sit down beside her, resting comfortably in Soph's peripheral.
"Beats me, break doors I guess?" They shared a chuckle, but before they could lapse into silence once more, Soph pushed out a question.
"Were you always here? A St. Trinian from first year on?" She tipped her head despite not actually looking at the woman.
"No. I moved here in my third year." She answered quietly and Soph bit the inside of her lip, wondering if she should ask or not. Clearly it was a sore spot.
"What happened?" She asked just as quietly, half offering the chance for Jones to pretend she didn't hear her if need be.
"My dad wanted me to go to a normal school. My mum went here, so she hated the idea, but she let him." She sighed and Soph glanced her way long enough to catch the faraway look on her face.
"Shit hole?" She arched a brow and Kelly gave a slow nod.
"Nothing on some of yours, but yeah... not great." She raised a hand to play with the padlock on her choker and Soph let go of the second tool to reach behind her and squeeze the older girl's leg.
"Worked out in the end though, yeah?" She let go to get back to work and Jones shrugged.
"My parents split, and with Dad gone there was nothing to stop Mum sending me here." It was bittersweet then, but she didn't seem particularly sad about the break up. Soph let it lie for now, temporarily distracted as the final pin shifted into place and she could turn the lock.
"Well, your wish..." She got to her feet and pushed the door open.
"... Was my command." She gave a sweeping bow, offering a hand to help her up, which Kelly took as she laughed.
"So useful." She smirked and swept in to press a lingering kiss to her lips. Soph was, by no means, complaining.
"Happy to be of service." She winked back and grinned as Jones rolled her eyes.
"Where did you get a penknife with a lock pick anyway?" She held out her hand and Soph hesitated before handing it over. She jammed her hands into her pockets to keep from fidgeting while Jones folded out tool after tool.
"I didn't, you can take the thing apart, probably intended to replace broken tools, but I swapped some out for more useful shit. Who needs a nail file anyway?" She arched a brow at nothing in particular and Jones chuckled as she flicked it open into a pair of pliers and closed it again. Only then did she seem to spot the lettering Soph had roughly scratched into the side, god only knew how long ago.
"… Ex Machina?" She glanced at her in confusion and Soph smirked to herself, holding out her hand to take it back.
"A bad joke; Deus Ex Machina. Reference to writers back in ancient Greece that would suddenly have a god appear at the end of their play as a lazy way of resolving the plot." She waved the penknife in the air once before tucking it back into her pocket, watching realisation dawn on the other girl's face, closely followed by amusement.
"Nerd."
They made it in time for dinner and got the scoop from Polly on the big stuff that had been set up in attempts to catch them out. It didn't seem like they'd be letting up any time soon, which Soph was in two minds about. If they stopped tomorrow, she wouldn't be allowed to fight back, if they kept going, she'd have to deal with them trying to catch her out until Jones deemed it a 'step too far'. Tough call.
Still, she made an effort not to sulk, eating quietly while the head girl and boss-geek discussed the general running of the school. It wasn't so bad, the first real chance she'd had to get lost in her own thoughts all day, and she could do it without ignoring anyone. She was getting better at this social-life thing, but ultimately she was a solitary person, a few times a week, at minimum, she needed to dash off into the lost recesses of the garage, or up onto the roof for a little peace, or she got snappy. Jones seemed to understand that need, if nothing else, so typically she didn't question it when Soph vanished for hours at a time, and honestly, she appreciated that.
Worn out from a long day, Soph headed straight to their room, giving the room a thorough check over before settling into bed. Jones still had Head Girl things to do, so she was happy to curl up with her book for a few hours.
She must have fallen asleep, as the next thing she knew, gentle fingers were combing through her hair.
"Hrm?" She managed some semblance of a question as she opened one bleary eye to find the room a little dimmer… Had Jones turned off the main light? Speak of the devil, the woman herself was perched on the edge of the bed, a gentle smile on her face.
"Hey." Her tone was soft, quiet, Soph managed a sleepy smile.
"Hey… What time is it?" She opened her other eye and raised her head, squinting in the direction of the clock.
"Nearly midnight, time for bed." Kelly chuckled quietly and Soph joined her in a grin, letting her head drop back against pillows with a yawn.
"Okay." She nodded slowly as the other woman stood, moving about the room to get changed. Soph needed to do the same, she'd fallen asleep in her uniform and ugh… hadn't even brushed her teeth yet. With a huff of effort, she rolled to her feet, joining the older woman at the chest of drawers to steal some clothing.
"The way things have been today, wear something you could wear outside this room, never know if we might get dragged out in the middle of the night." Kelly seemed to be half talking to herself but Soph nodded in agreement, too sleepy to argue, but if she was awake it would probably still make sense, so she grabbed a long sleeve shirt and some joggers. Jones scooped up a t-shirt and some shorts, giving Soph's sleep-addled brain some time to whole-heartedly appreciate the mile long wonders that were the legs of Kelly Jones, before she ducked into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
Finally back in bed, she didn't even try and pretend to settle on her side, waiting only for Jones to shut off the light and climb in before scooting over to curl into her. She was warm and soft, and Soph was tired. Kelly chuckled quietly and wrapped her arms tight around her, if anything pulling her closer.
"You're so cute when you're tired." She chuckled into her hair and Soph managed an affronted grumble against the other woman's neck.
"It's okay, I won't tell anyone." She whispered, leaving Soph to heave a sigh of defeat… and just a little contentment.
"'Night." She mumbled, smiling to herself as lips pressed to the top of her head.
"Goodnight, Soph."
In startling contrast to the delightful awakening she'd had the previous night, this morning was less than gentle.
She was being shaken by the shoulder.
"Nnn… 'm sleeping." She grumbled into the pillow beneath her head but the shaking persisted.
"Soph, wake up." A sharp voice finally broke through her haze of slumber and Soph sat up with a growl.
"What?" She snapped back in annoyance as she sat up and found Jones already sat beside her, looking sleep ruffled and annoyed.
"About time." She scowled and lifted her arm, which, oddly, seemed to lift Soph's with it.
"What- Oh." More focused examination revealed the issue, and the cause of Jones' mood.
Handcuffs. Bloody idiots.
She flopped back down onto the bed with a groan.
"Can I kill them yet?" She addressed the ceiling and heard Jones sigh in response.
"No murder." She dropped down beside her, raising her free hand to run through her hair.
"But they've crossed a line. A lesson is in order." She seemed thoughtful, but a grin found Soph's face and she rolled onto her side to face the woman.
"Really?" Honestly it was hard to believe, but Jones' lips turned up in a dry smirk as she looked down at her.
"You think anyone can wander into the Head Girl's room when they like and get away with it?" She arched a brow and Soph grinned before she could help herself.
"I do." She tipped her head and Kelly's eyes flashed with amusement.
"Are you anyone?" She shuffled down onto her side to face her, their trapped arms sitting between them a little awkwardly. Soph arched a brow at the implication, her stomach choosing this moment to tie itself into a small knot that was both pleasant and highly uncomfortable.
"Am I?" Her voice was quieter than she expected; the knot in her stomach apparently also a knot in her throat. Jones' free hand came up to brush a probably ridiculous lock of hair from her forehead, an oddly soft expression coming to settle on her face.
"No." Long fingers carded through her hair and Soph swallowed hard. The soft look in the other woman's eyes simply too much for her right now and really, of all times, this was one where she couldn't run away.
The realisation that she was trapped hit her like a brick to the side of the head. She rolled her wrist in the handcuffs, flexing against the tight metal; they were strong, well made, and the lock would be hard to pick. She inhaled sharply as tension set into her shoulders and concern flew to Kelly's face.
"Soph?" She seemed confused, but as Soph flexed her hand about once more, realisation seemed to dawn quickly.
"Shit. Sit up, c'mon." She sat up herself and took Soph's hand rather than pulling on the handcuffs to lead her into an upright position. Without too much difficulty, the woman moved behind her, her back against the head board as she gently coaxed Soph to lean against her.
"Breath slowly, try to relax." Her tone was gentle, calming, as she tangled their fingers together, Soph's head settling back against her chest. It did help. The steady beat of Jones' heart behind her head caused her own to slow. The deep, calm rise and fall of her breath helped Soph regulate hers. Worse still, the warmth around her, the familiarity… was comforting.
It took some time, but she settled.
"When did you get so good at that?" She scowled at nothing in particular, Jones' free hand back to playing with her hair. She felt the older girl sigh.
"Most St. Trinian's girls have issues, as Head Girl…" She trailed off and Soph smiled slightly.
"You have to be able to help." She chuckled a little bitterly and Kelly hummed in agreement.
"Bingo." They shared a quiet laugh before lapsing back into comfortable silence. When they both grew restless, Jones heaved a sigh.
"Shall we go to war?" Her grin was audible, Soph laughed.
"Thought you'd never ask."
It took them longer than usual to get dressed, as you might imagine really. Their clothing choices the night before were a good call, but Soph took the time to pull on a pair of jeans instead of the joggers she'd slept in and Kelly hunted out a similar pair, figuring it would be more practical than a skirt in this situation. Soph had never seen the woman in jeans before…
"What?" Jones arched a brow at her in the mirror as she finished fixing her hair and Soph had to blink hard to correct the location of her gaze, snapping her head up to face her.
"Sorry?" She tried for a casual smile but got a general sense it didn't come out that way, particularly as she felt her face warming quickly under the older girl's scrutiny. Eyes narrowing, Jones straightened up from where she had been leaning forward, a smirk curling one side of her lips.
"Something on your mind?" Her tone was anything but questioning as she stepped closer, so close Soph had to tilt her head back to look at her.
"Maybe." She shrugged, resisting the urge to fidget by shoving her unchained hand into her pocket.
"And what might that be?" Kelly's smirk only grew as she tipped her head, Soph swallowed hard but shoved away her embarrassment to flash a grin, shrugging one shoulder.
"You." She arched a brow, daring Jones to make a joke. She didn't, instead she leaned down, claiming a lingering kiss. Soph happily obliged, her free hand coming to rest on the girl's waist. When she pulled back, Jones' chuckled, resting their foreheads together.
"You know what I think?" Her voice was quiet, loaded with mischief.
"Hm?" Soph hummed questioningly and Kelly smirked, leaning around to her ear.
"I think you were just staring at my ass." The dry edge to her tone pulled a laugh from Soph she couldn't have helped if she tried, dropping her head forward to rest of the taller girl's shoulder.
"Guilty." Kelly started laughing with her, her free arm coming up to wrap around her shoulders. Neither of them could have stopped laughing if they wanted to.
Eventually they left the room, it was still early, so most students were asleep and Soph had to wonder about how early the woman had woken her up if they were still in bed after all that. Still, now was not the time to ask, on the warpath, Jones was all business.
The Head Girl set the rules, she made the plan; so Soph, quite frankly, was just along for the ride… Which she was surprisingly okay with. As they made their way down to the laundry, of all places, Jones took her hand, probably at least partially to keep the cuffs from tugging annoyingly at their wrists, but maybe that was just what Soph told herself. She didn't want to think too hard on it.
Their arrival at the laundry turned out to be rather simple. As Head Girl, Jones pretty much had the run of the school, meaning that if she wanted to order the cameras covered and all the night shift second years to leave the room, she could; and not a soul would do a damn thing to stop her.
"Got to say… power is hot." Soph chuckled as Kelly passed her a pair of rubber gloves, pulling on a pair of her own. She simply laughed in response and graced her with a kiss before moving to the cupboards and locating what she, apparently, was here for. Black textile dye?
"It's the emo's stash, black jeans cost money and buying new ones when they're faded in an 'unfashionable way' is expensive, so they re-dye as needed. Stains their skin a bit if they forget to wash them again afterwards, but it's cheaper." Kelly explained and Soph nodded slowly, taking hold of the heavy jug as Jones grabbed another and lead her over to the washing, where several bags labelled 'chav' lay waiting to be loaded into the wall of machines. It didn't take a genius to figure out the woman's plan.
"Think they need a style change?" She arched a brow as Kelly began pouring out the required amounts and the older girl smirked.
"This is just the beginning."
Next stop was the garage to collect some things then back up, all the way to the dorms, where a mountain of hair spray was replaced with black spray paint, shampoo was loaded with ink and all makeup thrown away. Harsh. As they were replacing the spiked shampoo, Soph had a thought.
"The kitchen have anything with chilli in it?" She whispered and the head girl arched a brow, a wicked smile turning her lips.
"Nice." With a single nod they finished up and hurried down, rapidly running out of time. Chilli oil is a cruel substance, Soph's plan was to add it to their body wash and toothpaste (a subtle art, but a highly valuable skill requiring a straw and a toothpick) but Jones took it further, adding a heavy coating to wash cloths and even bottles of water. Brutal. Soph made a mental note never to piss her off.
Still, they weren't done.
They shut off the hot water, to add insult to injury when it came to trying to remove black ink and chilli oil, and hit the science lab. While there, they collected some of the too-strong-even-for-trinski, alcohol that was up there from a miscalculated batch and took it down to the changing rooms, where Jones proceeded to spike the god-awful cider the chavs drank before fight club with just enough. It wouldn't hurt them, but they'd be thrown off their game enough that the emos would hand their asses to them wholesale. Diabolical.
By this time, the chavs would be awake, so they made a quick visit to the canteen to grab some provisions before taking a very long and convoluted route through the school to a room at the back of the teacher's wing that Soph had never been in before.
"We dodged all the cameras on the way here-" That explained the convoluted route.
"-so we should be safe here for a while." Jones led her further into the room, which seemed to contain very little apart from a bed, a desk, and a slightly old computer.
"I'll bring up the camera feed so we can keep an eye on them, work out when we can head back out." Soph obliged by standing beside her, moving her arm to allow Kelly to do what she needed to as and when it was required, but mostly she kept quiet, her mind busy.
"Still staring at my ass, or is something else on your mind?" Jones spoke without looking at her, but a dry smirk was plastered across her face. Soph chuckled.
"I'll tell you when we're done, now's not the time. But if you must know, yes, you still look great in those." She nudged the woman's leg with her foot and winked as Jones glanced up, earning a laugh.
"Good to know. Here we are." She sat back from the screen and Soph moved around the lean on the back of the chair, watching as Jones brought up various feeds. All their traps, so-far, had gone as planned and a mob of ink-stained, red-faced, dressed-for-a-funeral, chavs was now hunting for them.
"We won't have to wait long, they'll want breakfast soon enough." The head girl nodded to the time, breakfast would end within the hour and chavs were hungry beings. Speaking of, the pair broke into the food they'd grabbed from breakfast earlier. Revenge was hard work.
Sure enough, within twenty minutes they'd given up the hunt for a bad job and retreated to the canteen, giving Soph and Jones free reign to head back up to the dorms. Stopping in Kelly's room, the head girl issued a text to Tania and Tara, giving them the name of the game and their instructions. Soph almost winced at the enthusiasm they received in their reply. The poor chavs wouldn't know what hit them.
"Being Head girl has perks." She smirked at the older girl, who grinned a little smugly.
"I'm one of the first to wrangle the first years. Tania and Tara are a godsend." A fond look overtook her eyes for a moment and Soph smiled, squeezing her hand in understanding. They both had a soft spot for the terrible two, and now they'd have their army on the Chav's asses until Jones said stop. Ruthless.
Their finale would be something to remember. A stash of fireworks from the first years, a little soldering equipment from the geeks, a little of Soph's skill for setting traps and Jones' genius and they'd rigged the Chav's draws, wardrobes and trunks to go off like bonfire night the moment they were opened. Just in case they didn't want to wear the new outfits Soph and Kelly had made them.
All in all, it took an hour, so they were pushing their luck a little when they finally ducked back into Jones' room, double bolting the door and checking the windows, one of which was still unlocked, and most likely the way they'd gotten in during the night. Locking them all, they finally slumped back onto the bed.
"Are we done?" Soph rolled her head to look at the older girl, who nodded with a slight smile.
"I'd say so. If they don't get the message, we'll do some more tomorrow, and Tania and Tara will fill in for now." She yawned and Soph mirrored her moments later. They had woken up much too early this morning.
"We should shower while we have the chance." Jones sighed and Soph nearly choked on nothing, clearing her throat with a slight blush before turning back to the other woman.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve that?" She rattled their handcuffs and Jones shrugged.
"We can't just get in at the same time, one of us would need to hold the other's shirt outside the water." She tugged on her sleeve and Soph nodded slowly as she considered it.
"So I just get to stand around outside the shower." She arched a brow and Jones chuckled, rolling to lean over her, her free hand coming to rest beside her head.
"You also get to stare at me naked for a while." She tipped her head and Soph laughed, leaning up to press a brief kiss to the hilarious woman's lips.
"Sold. Is it my birthday?" She tipped her head and Kelly chuckled as she got to her feet, pulling Soph with her.
"Nope, you're just lucky… When is your birthday?" She frowned as she seemed to realise she didn't know and Soph grinned, leading them both to the Head Girl private bathroom.
"Already passed this year, 12th September." She shrugged, gesturing aimlessly.
"When's yours?" She leaned against the wall, her arm outstretched to allow the other girl some space as she got undressed, unashamedly taking in the view.
"December 29th." She smirked and Soph's mouth fell open as she did the math.
"Fuck! You're two years older than me!" She scowled in outrage and Jones laughed whole heatedly, throwing a sock at her.
"Sorry, the age gap's too much, I can't deal." She continued to laugh and Soph threw the sock back, smirking as it hit the older girl in the face.
"Fine by me, don't want to date such an old woman." She stuck her tongue out, intentionally childish as Kelly rolled her eyes, tugging on their joined arms to pull Soph staggering over to her, where she collided with a slight yelp.
"Sure about that?" Her tone dropped an octave as she wrapped her free arm securely about Soph's waist, pulling them flush against each other. Soph swallowed hard… and again… Then sighed.
"Smug git." She rolled her eyes and hooked a hand behind the taller girl's neck, pulling her down to claim her lips and silence her taunting.
Jones responded in kind, her arm still tight about Soph's waist as she leaned down to deepen the kiss, but Soph pulled back tugging at the hem of the girl's shirt.
"You wanted a shower." She untangled herself from her embrace and Jones pouted but shrugged.
"I do."
She finished undressing and climbed into the shower. It had a curtain, not a door, making it easy for them to organise themselves so that Soph was outside the spray with Jones' T-shirt pulled up to her own shoulder, like she was a washing line, and Kelly was quite happily under the warm water, showering one handed. Soph made no effort not to stare.
"What's with the ink, anyway?" She nodded to the girl's arm as Jones glanced at her own tattoo.
"Nothing dramatic, turned eighteen and felt like it. I'll probably get some more that mean things one day." She shrugged and Soph smirked but asked nothing further. It was good to know even Kelly Jones made rash decisions once in a while, maybe she was, after all, human.
Time ticked by and it became quickly apparent that Jones was dragging out her shower. If Soph wasn't very much mistaken, she was being provocative on purpose.
"You know, if you want me to join you in there, you only need to ask, I'm happy to remain without clothes until the first years terrorise the chavs into submission." She tipped her head and Kelly chuckled, a mischievous smirk on her lips as she bent to shut off the tap.
"You're no fun, Daniels." She shook her head as Soph handed her a towel.
"Hey, I mean it-" She held up her free hand, stepping back to allow Jones room to get out of the shower.
"-I am more than happy to lose the clothes until we're unchained." She shook their locked wrists about a little and Jones laughed, grabbing a smaller towel to shake the worst of the water from her hair.
"I have no doubt. You want to go in?" She nodded to the shower and Soph made to step forward but hesitated… It was very bright in here. She paused, chewing her lip in thought. Fortunately, Jones understood.
"I won't look." A gentle arm wrapped around her waist, Kelly's voice quiet in her ear. It was a promise, she could hear it. She leaned back into the embrace with a sigh.
"Thanks." She mumbled, knowing the other girl would hear it as she turned her head to press her lips to the taller girl's jaw. The arm around her waist tightened briefly before letting her go, where she stepped away to begin the long process of trying to get undressed and shower one handed. Regardless of her other reasons, she would also be glad Jones wasn't watching this as there was no way in hell she'd ever be able to manage it with as much grace as she had.
True to her word, Jones kept her head turned away for the duration of her shower, only turning back once Soph was wrapped in a towel, a smaller one hanging about her neck. It didn't cover everything, but Jones had already seen glimpses, so it was enough to cover the worst of it.
They got dressed in amicable silence, Kelly's laptop displaying various CCTV feeds from around the school that showed the poor chavs being terrorised by first years wherever they went. Fight club would start in an hour, and they'd record the fight for youtube, but apart from that they had nothing to do until dinner.
"So what else don't I know about you? You're an old git, you weren't always a St. Trinian, is your name even Kelly? Have you committed murder?" She smirked from her side of the bed as they reclined against the headboard, not really able to sit anywhere else while stuck together. Jones gave an amused huff and pulled their joined hands over Soph's head to lay an arm across her shoulders. Soph repressed a mild scowl at how easily she shifted to lean against the older woman, her arm across how own chest due to the handcuffs. She took Kelly's hand to reduce the pressure on her wrist.
Yes, that was the reason.
"There's not much to know. Only child, no real friends at my old school, they were a bunch of dickheads. Came here, and I've been... Kelly Jones, since then." She smirked and Soph chuckled.
"Never in any of the cliques then?" She tipped her head back to catch a glance at the other girl's face, Kelly shrugged.
"Not really. Sat next to Polly for Maths and English, Andrea for art... Taylor for Chemistry, for my first year here. Got to know all of them fairly well. This was back when Chavs were 'gangsters' and Emos were goths. We also had Skaters, but Posh Tottys pushed them out last year under French's reign, they'd been vying for a spot as a major faction for years, pretty sure it's the only reason JJ wanted to be Head Girl." Her free hand found Soph's hair and carded through it idly... Soph did not lean into her hand... at all... not even a little bit.
"Spent most of my time solving problems, to be honest. First years with shitty parents mostly." She sighed and Soph reflexively squeezed her hand.
"Are you sure you don't have a younger sibling? Your 'big sister' complex is impressive." She offered a gently teasing smirk and Kelly batted the side of her head.
"Pretty sure. I guess I just hate to see people struggle." She shrugged and yawned, Soph sighed.
"Suppose we should take a nap or something." She grumbled as she suppressed one of her own and Kelly nodded.
"The fight's set to record already, we have time." She sat up and Soph moved to allow her room to lie down properly, leaning forward to grab the duvet and tuck them both in. She didn't want to admit it, but she was knackered, early mornings were not her thing.
She was asleep by the time her head hit the pillow.
They were woken up by a series of loud bangs from the dorm. Soph flinched awake, moving to sit up, but Kelly's hand on her chest pushed her back down.
"It's okay, it's just the fireworks. Chavs must have opened their draws." She spoke quietly, her tone amused and with no trace of sleep… How long had she been awake? Soph grumbled.
"What time is it?" She squinted in the light, it was definitely still daytime.
"About four, you were out like a light." Kelly chuckled as she answered and Soph repressed the urge to blush.
"I don't…er…" She struggled with the appropriate words but Jones nodded her understanding.
"I know, you toss and turn a lot." Her expression was soft and her tone gentle, Soph sighed and gave up, rolling over too bury her face against the other girl's neck.
"Glad you got some rest." It was a whisper against her hair and Soph fought against a shudder.
This whole thing had gotten very… intimate… very quickly. What truly startled her was exactly how okay she was with it. As inexperienced as she was, this whole… touchy-feely thing, was happening fairly easily. Maybe it was because they were both damn awful with words, or just straight up didn't know what words to put to the situation, leaving physical gestures their last hope for communication… But it was kind of working for them.
A timid knock on the door caught their attention and Soph chuckled.
"Place your bets. Unconditional surrender?" She muttered into Jones' shoulder and felt, more than heard, the head girl's laugh.
"No spine on that lot, honestly, one day is all they've got?" She heaved a dramatic sigh and made to get up, Soph stretching and grumbling as she had to come along.
The downsides to being chained to a person.
As the suspected, at the door stood a shamefaced Taylor and Bianca (her protégé in Soph's year), and quite honestly, the snort that came from Soph was involuntary. They looked ridiculous.
Taylor's hair was still smoking, Bianca had no eyebrows. All of their clothes were black, and their hair was already dark, but now there were ink stains on their foreheads. More beside, Taylor was sporting a black eye, while her little copycat had a split lip, and both looked like the chilli oil had been in their eyes.
"Tough day, girls?" Jones was better at keeping her composure. While Soph brought her free hand up to her mouth to repress a never ending parade of giggles, the head girl's tone was hard and disinterested.
"Bit.. We er… found this…" Taylor held out a set of keys, two identical on a single ring. Handcuff keys.
"I wondered where they go to." Jones was unhurried as she reached out and took them, turning them over in her hand as though genuinely curious.
"So erm… We cool?" Bianca spoke up and Soph shrugged, making no effort to hide her incredibly smug grin, looking to the Head Girl for her reply. Kelly stared down at the pair for a long moment, time slowing to a standstill as she seemed to grow taller without even the aid of her heels. After that long moment, she finally shrugged.
"Maybe." With that she turned on her heel and strode back into the room, leaving Soph time to flash one last Cheshire cat grin and shut the door before she was yanked after her, laughing all the way.
The cuffs came off quickly, Kelly and Soph sharing a grin as they flexed their wrists about. Soph's was a little stiff, but otherwise fine, she imagined Jones' was the same.
"So, ready to know what I've been so lost in thought about, today?" She arched a brow and Jones looked almost surprised.
"You're actually going to tell me?" She arched a brow and Soph chuckled as she took the girl's hand, pulling her slowly closer.
"Only if you really want to know." She paused a moment as a thought occurred to her.
"And if you promise not to laugh." Jones moved close enough for Soph to wrap her arms around her waist, pulling her the last foot or so against herself but leaning back to meet her gaze. Kelly tipped her head, but nodded, her hands moving soothingly up and down Soph's arms. Almost hesitantly, she leaned up next to the girl's ear, partially since it hid her face as she lowered her tone.
"You... Were really fuckin' hot today." It was barely above a whisper, and she felt the girls' hands still on her arms. Her ears grew hot at the admission and she let her head drop to the woman's shoulder, burying her face in her neck. Kelly's grip on her arms tightened.
"Been thinking about that all day?" Jones' voice was dark velvet that she felt more than heard and Soph nodded slowly.
"On and off… Wasn't really a good time…" She trailed off, a little unsure of herself, but Kelly seemed to be good at initiative, letting go of her arm to bring a hand up to the back of her head, long fingers tangling gently in Soph's hair… Until it wasn't gentle anymore.
Her hand closed into a fist and Soph's head was yanked back with a startled yelp. It didn't hurt, not at all… Her hands gripped tight to the older girl's waist and the low-level warmth that had been in the base of her gut all day flared up with a vengeance.
This… was new.
Still, as she met the other girl's gaze there was a cautiously questioning look in her eyes. Immediately, Soph understood. Given her… issues, this sort of thing might be considered off the table… However, nothing in her was ringing warning bells in this moment. Right now, all she wanted was to surrender, to be at the mercy of Kelly Fucking Jones, and that thought did not scare her. She bit her lip and gave a small nod, and after another long minute of searching her face, likely for any signs of doubt, a slow smirk spread across Kelly's face, and she descended like a goddamn hurricane.
Her kiss was hard, possessive, broaching no argument over who would be running this show. The hand in her hair remained tight, keeping her head tipped back to allow the woman full access. Her other arm was released as Jones' hand flew up to her jaw and gripped it tightly, keeping her head exactly where she wanted it and leaving Soph to grip her waist in desperation, unable to even try and catch her low moan as teeth raked her bottom lip.
God damn…
Her breath came hard and fast as Kelly lingered, a mere inch away, that smug smirk still plastered across her lips.
"Not bad." She kept that soft, dark, tone and Soph shivered as the hand in her hair turned gentle once more, gently carding through where she'd pulled, easing the subtle ache. Then her jaw was released and Jones stepped completely away, nodding to the bed.
"Up you get." She smirked and Soph let herself drop back onto the mattress, unsure what to do with herself beside shove the duvet out of her way as she watched Jones move to the door and lock it. As she turned back, her expression was sober… not just sober, but almost indifferent, that 'Kelly Jones Head Girl' expression she made at everyone else, Soph's breath caught in her throat.
"Here's what's going to happen." She moved onto the bed and didn't stop until she was in Soph's lap, a knee either side of her hips. A hand came to rest in the middle of her chest and Jones pushed her gently back until she lay against the pillows.
"You, are going to hold this." The pressure on her chest vanished as Jones' hands moved to find hers, guiding them up to the bars of the head board. Without a word, she gripped them tightly, her stomach twisting oh-so comfortably as Kelly leaned down, keeping her weight off of her until she was barely a ghost above her.
"If you let go…" She trailed off, her threat hanging in the space between them. Soph swallowed hard, letting out a breath she didn't realise she was holding.
"Got it?" Jones tipped her head, her eyes dark as Soph bit her lip and nodded once more. At Jones' responding arched brow, she swallowed hard again, trying to restore moisture to her suddenly dry mouth.
"Got it." She choked out and Kelly's expression softened for half a second before she swept down to deliver a much gentler kiss, lingering for a long moment before breaking away and straightening up, any softness gone once more. Soph shivered.
It was hell, and it was intoxicating. She gripped the headboard tightly, fighting the impulse to let go as Jones moved torturously slowly above her. Lips trailed over her jaw, down her neck, sharp teeth sinking into her skin, only to be soothed by lips and tongue. Cool hands slid over her overheated skin, slipping beneath her shirt, ghosting over her stomach only to drag back down, nails bringing a hiss from her lips that turned into a groan as Kelly descended further, nipping at her collarbone, her shoulder.
"Fuck." It was a far-too-breathy gasp and quite frankly she half wanted to stop this now and go hide under a bed in the dorms somewhere. Jones chuckled against her skin, returning to press an intense kiss to her lips.
"You're hot, don't overthink it." Her voice was soft, but firm as she pulled back only a little, their lips brushing with each word. Soph blinked in surprise at the comment, how in the name of hell did the woman always seem to know what she was thinking? She was immediately distracted as Kelly's lips re-attached to her neck and teeth grazed across her skin.
A leg pressed between hers, the other woman's thigh pressing up and Soph's hips rolled involuntarily, searching for friction. Kelly chuckled darkly against her neck.
"Keep still." As if to make her point she pressed down hard on her hips, Soph bit her lip and gave a shameless whine. Kelly bit down as a threat, stilling above her until Soph swallowed hard, nodding once as she resolved to stay perfectly still, her grip on the headboard ever tightening to try and relieve some of her tension.
"Better." Kelly pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and lowered herself once more, her thigh pressing tightly between Soph's and pulling a low moan from her lips.
Still she moved lower, hot breath trailing along the burning scratches on her stomach even as deft hands undid her jeans and pushed them down, dragging them all the way off until a distant thud announced their departure to somewhere far from in the way.
Kelly settled back over her, her arms keeping her weight from settling anywhere Soph needed it and she bit her lip, fighting the urge to reach for the other woman and pull her where she wanted her. A fire burned beneath her skin and it was becoming unbearable. With deliberate care, Kelly's hand ghosted up from her knee, barely touching as long fingers trailed at a torturous pace up her thigh. Soph shivered, her arms shaking from the effort of keeping herself still, particularly as Jones hand settled over her boxers, touching enough for her to feel the warmth of her hand, but no-where near enough to give her any relief. She bit her lip to prevent a sound from leaving her throat, dropping her eyes shut and letting her head fall back against the pillow. She couldn't watch, seeing how close she was to getting what she wanted, needed, would drive her mad.
"No, no. Look at me." It wasn't a question, she wrenched her eyes open and brought her head back up, meeting the older girl's gaze. A smirk spread across Kelly's lips, light fingers tracing maddening patterns over her underwear.
"What do you want?" She leaned forward, her hand staying where it was, still moving ever so lightly. Soph couldn't catch the whimper that escaped her before it got free, but as Jones grew closer, the other woman bit her lip at the sound, her eyes dark. The pool of lava in the base of Soph's stomach only grew hotter at the thought.
"Kelly…" She whined and the Head Girl chuckled darkly, pressing an, almost-chaste, kiss to her lips.
"Tell me." It wasn't a request, her voice echoing around the pulsing in Soph's ears. She dug her feet into the mattress, battling with herself so hard her hips were shaking with the effort of holding herself still.
"I… Please." She could do little more than whisper, a shaky breath close behind and Kelly's smile grew.
"Good."
A fierce kiss smothered her sharp gasp as Jones' hand slipped under her waistband, applying immediate pressure where she needed it so much.
Soph couldn't focus, her hips moved of their own accord, rising to meet Kelly's movements, but the girl seemed to have no problem with it now, biting down hard on Soph's lip and pulling back to release it before leaning down, leaving Soph free to give a loud moan as teeth sunk into her neck.
"Fuck!" It wasn't a whisper anymore, Soph was glad to have the headboard to ground her as she hung on for dear life, her head tipping back to allow the other woman all the access she had to offer and her back arching from the sheer pleasure of it.
She could happily die in this moment and stay here forever but she was barrelling toward the end faster than she could comprehend, and when it came she couldn't keep the other girl's name from her lips, calling it to the world like a goddamn prayer as she crashed over the edge, every muscle in her body contracting and her eyes snapped tight shut.
Fucking hell.
Her muscles slowly unwound, leaving her boneless on the bedspread. She let go of the headboard, the blood rushing back into her hands stinging a little, but she was beyond caring as her arms flopped down at her sides, a long breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding easing from her lungs.
Kelly was still above her, and suddenly her presence felt a little more than she could handle. Fortunately, the woman took this moment to remove herself, her hand slipping from Soph's underwear and vanishing a moment before the girl's presence re-appeared at her side, gently coaxing her to roll over. She didn't want to open her eyes, to face what had just happened. Her eyes burned behind her lids and she refused to let the tears form. She would not. Still, Kelly insisted, rolling her onto her side facing away so that she could curl securely against her back, her arm coming to rest gently on her waist and the other appearing under the pillow to support her head.
It was warm, it was… comforting.
Soph cursed internally as she shuffled back, eliminating any space the woman had left between them and reaching down to take the hand that rested on her waist. Lips pressed gently to the back of her neck and she felt the tension in her shoulders ease slightly at the action.
"Rest, love. We'll talk in a while." Gentle, soothing words drifted calmly to her ears and Soph gave a slow nod, burrowing into the sheets and Kelly arms, more at peace than she had been in a while.
When next she woke, she was sure it had only been a few minutes; the girl behind her was definitely still awake. Yawning quietly, Soph stretched, a pleasant ache answering the movement throughout her body; then, slowly, she rolled over, turning in Kelly's arms to face her.
"You alright?" Jones' voice was quiet as they looked at each other, tired and comfortable.
"Yeah." She mumbled back but Jones' arched brow dragged a heavy sigh from her. With deliberate care, she sat up, easing herself from the other woman's arms to face her properly. She was dimly aware that she wasn't wearing trousers, and really, it was hard to have a serious conversation with a person without them, but she made do, pulling the duvet about her hips to sit cross legged. With a stretch and a yawn, she ruffled her hair out of her face, settling her thoughts now that her mind had been given a chance to rest. When she looked back Jones was sitting up too, watching her curiously; patiently waiting while she righted herself.
"So... That." She clasped her hands in her lap and the older girl chuckled, tipping her head for her to continue.
"Got to say, didn't really know some things about myself, though... it kind of makes sense." She shrugged, glancing off at nothing as she considered this thought, however, as she turned back, Jones looked confused.
"I won't get into that tonight. But as you already know, I typically... have issues, with that sort of thing." She gestured vaguely and Kelly's expression turned understanding as she nodded.
"As far as I can tell... My main problem is 'trust issues'." She struggled to find the right words and felt her ears start to warm up as she realised where she was going with this, looking away from the other girl's intense gaze to address a pillow that had been thrown to the floor.
"I suppose... My-" She searched for the right word.
"- discomfort, is less prominent with you because... I suppose... I erm... Trust you." Her voice trailed to barely above a whisper as she battled with herself, blood flooding her face as she continued to ramble.
"There's still limits obviously, I don't imagine I'll ever be okay with being restrained but I er... Wouldn't be, too opposed, to that sort of... dynamic, happening again. If you weren't either, of course, I mean-" She was cut off as lips pressed to hers. She hadn't even heard Jones move, let alone see her move into her space; yet more proof she had almost no guard up around the bloody woman.
The kiss was tender, but all consuming, demanding all of her focus and pulling her from the tangled depths of her mind. Her embarrassment faded into the back of her thoughts and quite frankly she forgot what they'd been talking about until Kelly finally pulled back, resting their foreheads together.
"Move in with me." It was so quiet Soph almost didn't hear it, and even as she did, her brain didn't quite make sense of it.
"What?" She frowned in confusion and Jones chuckled, pressing forward and muttering against Soph's lips.
"Move. In. Here. With. Me." Following the last, lingering, kiss, she retreated and Soph found an oddly sheepish expression on the Head Girl's face. Like she was... nervous?
"You're in here most of the time anyway... Just thought it would make sense to actually bring your things in, save you having to walk back and forth..." She trailed off, a faint pink tint appearing in her cheeks that brought a grin to Soph's face.
"I'd love to." She dropped her grin into an oddly soft smile and Kelly mirrored her.
"I'm glad." Silence fell between them as they shared a smile, a sense of peace and comfort filling the air. This was beyond anything she'd expected to happen, not just in school, but in her life. Jones was more than she deserved, but for some reason, god only knew what, she wanted her to stick around... And for once... She was happy to oblige.
They climbed into bed once more and Soph hit the lights, snuggling down under the duvet. It wasn't a surprise when Jones wrapped around her from behind once more, lips pressing just behind her ear.
"I trust you too, you know." It was a whisper in the dark, so quiet it was barely there, but it hit Soph like a fist to the gut, a shard of ice lancing painfully through her chest and wedging there; the hollow ache pulsing painfully and keeping her awake long after the other girl's breathing had evened out.
She did not deserve her trust.
... I had to slip a little angst in there, but this was just fluff and Kelly appreciation day really. I mean, let's face it, she's the whole reason we're all here. And yes, I was way too proud of the Ex Machina joke.
I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, I hope you all had just as much fun reading it, and I hope to see you all next week - J
