Ever made a chapter so litty that you need to update your fic's rating from T to M?
Round, symmetrical, uplifted. Lara found herself unable to get them out of her mind as she experienced a particular swooping sensation in her midriff when she awoke in the morning. It had happened in the middle of the night, during what was apparently Sam's self-care hours. Lara had woken abruptly from a dream about losing teeth and had gone to the bathroom to get a drink of water. She stumbled through the bathroom door to find the lights on and Sam standing there, topless and naked save for her knickers, preening herself in the mirror.
"Sam!" Lara exclaimed, "Oh God, I'm so sorry-"
"They're just tits dude," Sam replied with a shrug, never taking her eyes off the mirror, "you have them too. Embrace the female form in all its power and beauty and move on."
Lara promptly extricated herself from the situation after that and went back to bed. She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in her pillow to let out a groan of despair. She wondered how awkward things were going to be between her and Sam after their encounter. Sam didn't seem too perturbed, however, when she entered the dorm with two coffees in tow.
"Time to wake up sleepyhead," she said in a sing-song voice. Lara sat up to take her coffee from Sam.
"Thank you…" she grumbled, setting the travel cup down on her nightstand so she could stretch, avoiding eye contact with Sam all the while.
"Anytime...how's the eye feeling?" Sam asked, leaning in to take a look at Lara's stitches. It was then that Lara became conscious of a few things. First was the scent of vanilla and amber emanating from Sam and tickling her nose. Second was the fact that Sam's face was close to hers, so close that she could hear Sam's soft breathing and the warmth of her breath teasing her flesh. Finally, she noticed that Sam was wearing a v-neck t-shirt and she could see right down Sam's cleavage with the way Sam was leaning forward. She looked up and found Sam's brown eyes burning intensely into hers.
"It's fine," Lara squeaked, averting her gaze. She felt all the heat in her body rush to her face, followed by the same peculiar swooping sensation in her midriff, accompanied by a throbbing in her nethers. She saw Sam frown out of the corner of her eye.
"You sure?" Sam asked. Lara laughed nervously beneath the intensity of Sam's eyes. Her heart began to race. Escape. She needed to get away as quickly as possible.
"I- my phone is… yeah," Lara stammered before darting to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and turned on the light as well as the fan so Sam wouldn't hear her. She flipped the lid of the toilet up and dropped her trousers to take a seat. "Shit…" she hissed between her teeth when she beheld the state of her knickers. She buried her face in her hands and took a deep breath. What is wrong with me? She thought as she unraveled a ball of toilet paper to clean herself up. She flushed the evidence of her sins down the commode, washed her hands, and walked back into the main room. Sam was sitting on her bed with the same concerned frown still adorning her features.
"Everything alright?"
"Yeah," Lara replied as evenly as she could.
"You know that if something's ever wrong you can come to me, right?" Lara swallowed thickly past the lump that had formed in her throat and forced her brightest smile.
"I know, and I do appreciate that. But really, I'm fine." Sam's response was to nod in understanding before shifting the topic of discussion.
"So anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to come to the library with me to possibly work on our papers for Paradise Lost and roast random strangers?"
"Is that what the coffees were for?" Lara asked, gratefully seizing the opportunity for normal, casual discourse.
"Of course," Sam grinned, "well?"
"You understand how strange it is for you of all people to be asking me to go to the library, right?" Lara asked with an amused smirk as she retrieved her coffee. Sam shrugged.
"I learned a valuable lesson after screwing up the first part of the semester. Besides, if my grades are good, then maybe my dad won't think that studying film is such a bad thing for me."
"That's a fair assessment, though I still think it would make things easier if you just talked to him." Lara took a sip of her coffee.
"It's...not that simple with my dad." Sam paused and started fussing with her nails. Lara took a seat on her own bed opposite Sam.
"Okay…" Lara began, "why is that?" Sam sighed.
"He's just a dick," Sam stated simply. "Everything needs to be done his way. And you better thank him for it later."
"He hardly sounds like a pleasant man to deal with," Lara noted.
"He's not. Can we go to the library now?"
"Yeah," Lara replied quietly, and cleared her throat, "just lemme grab my book and binder and we can go."
"Aren't you going to change out of your pyjamas?" Sam asked.
"I don't really care about looks today, to be honest." Lara set her coffee back down and picked a scrunchie up off her nightstand, pulling her hair back before she set about gathering her course materials.
"Well now I look like I'm trying too hard," Sam protested.
"Then throw on some flannel pyjama pants and be done with it then," Lara quipped.
"Okay," Lara looked up at the wrong moment when she heard rustling.
"Wait-" heat rushed to Lara's face once more when she saw Sam's pants drop to her ankles, and she quickly turned her attention to packing her rucksack to hide her face, which had doubtlessly gone red. I'm fine, this is fine, she thought to herself on repeat.
"Are you ready?" Sam finally asked, snapping Lara back to her senses.
"Y-yeah." Lara threw her bag onto her shoulders, grabbed her coffee, and exited the room before Sam. It was a bright yet brisk Autumn day when they emerged outside together, and Lara squinted and threw a hand up to protect herself from the relentless sunlight.
"You need sunglasses?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Lara sighed, "I've been neglecting to get myself a pair-" Sam held a pair of red-tinted circular-framed sunglasses that reminded Lara of the type worn by both John Lennon and Ozzy Osbourne.
"Take them," Sam insisted, and Lara took them and put them on. "Not bad. You can keep them if you'd like. They suit your face and nerdy-yet-badass history buff vibe." Lara grinned sheepishly.
"Thanks."
"Anytime," Sam said brightly as she slid a pair of aviators onto her face. They proceeded to the library in relative silence after that, appreciating the bright ambience and activity bustling around them between the birds, the bees, and the students playing frisbee on the campus.
"Lara!" Came a voice from behind. Lara and Sam both stopped and turned to look at its source.
"Hey Paige," Lara replied as she waited for the captain to close the gap between them.
"How are you?" Paige asked, turning her head to Sam, "Feeling any better?"
"Yeah," Sam replied with an embarrassed grimace, "sorry about that night, it wasn't my best-"
"No worries, I don't jump to judgements about people. You clearly had stuff going on." Paige looked back at Lara, "Listen, it's a good thing I caught you. Just wanted to let you know that the coach wants to hold extra optional practices beginning tomorrow. She sent out e-mails but I'm still supposed to let as many people know as I can. Apparently she's nervous about Manchester." Lara groaned internally. Like her schedule wasn't packed enough?
"Is this going to be a rest-of-the-season type of thing?" Lara asked.
"I'd imagine she's only going to implement extra practices for meets she's nervous about, which if we lose like we did to Birmingham...who knows?"
"That bad, huh?" Lara asked.
"Lexie took your all-around spot and...well, let's just say the poor thing's still recovering from the shame. Apparently she was really nervous. I'd talk to her when you can."
"What happened?"
"Don't ask." Lara blinked at her. "Anyways, I gotta go see if I can find any of the other girls now. See you at our 'optional' practice tomorrow?"
"I guess so...see you later," Lara exchanged a farewell wave with Paige, letting out a huff of exasperation as soon as the latter was out of listening distance, "bloody hell…"
"Do you have to go to those?" Sam asked incredulously as they resumed walking at their previous pace.
"Not necessarily but if I want to keep my competition slot, then I should. It is what it is."
"What about work and stuff?"
"I'll manage," Lara stated simply. They arrived at the library and found a table together, bobbing and weaving through bookcases to avoid having to make small talk with Alex, who was apparently on shift that day. Once they were seated, Lara scanned the students around them. "Okay," she began, pointing at a visibly-angered blonde with a bob cut, "why do you think she's so upset?"
"Baby daddy forgot to send child support again and she couldn't afford to get that new Gucci bag. Also, that's not the soy chai latte she asked for!"Sam smirked as she spoke. Lara snickered.
"You're awful."
"And yet you're still laughing," Sam pointed out before gesturing towards a guy rushing out the library, "alright, so what's his deal?"
"Easy. Late for his two o'clock shag with a slag."
"Bonus points for the rhyme," Sam snorted. "Alright. Let's get serious."
"That was quick," Lara said.
"Hush. Should we start with what I'm doing for my paper or...?"
"If you'd like."
"Alrighty then!" Sam whipped her notebook out of her bag and slapped it down on the table in one fell swoop. Then, she flipped open to one of the middle pages, where she appeared to already have a full draft of her essay done.
"You sure you even need my help?" Lara asked, raising an impressed brow at Sam's work.
"Doesn't hurt to get some peer-review, does it?" Sam grinned cheekily and Lara stared at her. Just a few weeks ago, Sam would have never shown that type of initiative in her academics.
"No," Lara finally admitted, "I suppose it doesn't. What's your thesis?" Sam picked her notebook up.
"So I chose the prompt that asks about how Adam and Eve's relationship changed after the fall. The general premise of my paper is that before the fall, they shared a spiritual love and functioned as a whole. When they were both enticed by the forbidden fruit, their relationship became one of lust and mistrust."
"But couldn't one argue that they grew closer in spite of their changes?" Lara countered.
"Well yeah, but the fact still remains that they had to learn to coexist with those new struggles ever-present in their lives. Adam used to be a rational and intelligent being, but after he partakes of the forbidden fruit he is rash, full of self-doubt, and able to succumb to anger easily."
"But in realizing and repenting their sin, they are able to learn forgiveness and return to a relationship of mutual respect and support." Sam let out an exasperated sigh.
"Lara, I know. But regardless, even if they manage to find a way to cope, the lust and mistrust is still going to remain as a dominating dynamic in their relationship. Even if they find healthy ways to handle those things, they still remain...you okay, by the way?"
"Yeah…" Lara breathed out before blinking and shaking herself back to reality, "Sorry. So, want to show me your main supporting points then?"
Lara awoke later that night to a weight settling into bed beside her. Then, she smelt vanilla and amber.
"Sam-?" Sam shushed her and nuzzled into her neck. In spite of her own confusion, Lara wrapped a protective arm around Sam. "Is everything alright?" Sam said nothing and instead leaned into her more. By this point, Lara's heart was pounding so hard that she knew Sam would be able to both feel and hear it. She also found herself paralyzed and unable to draw breath with how much Sam's scent suffocated her.
The one breath Lara was able to draw hitched in her lungs when one of Sam's hands unconsciously drifted towards the hem of Lara's t-shirt with a featherlight touch, drawing a series of involuntary twitches in its wake. Lara dared not move or make a sound when the hand stopped on the exposed part of her abdomen. Sam breathed out contentedly into Lara's ear, causing the hairs on her nape to stand upright as electric volts jolted down her spine. Sam laid a row of soft kisses on Lara's neck before moving up to her cheek.
"What are you-?" Lara breathed out in shock before Sam devoured the last of her words with greedy lips. Lara couldn't help herself. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the soft firmness of Sam's mouth. Their lips moved in perfect rhythm as Sam's hands drifted up underneath Lara's shirt. Lara's chest rattled as she forced herself to take a nervous breath when Sam's hand began to explore one of the tender mounds of flesh that adorned her chest.
Sam gave a throaty moan of approval as she raked her teeth along Lara's bottom lip. The exploratory hand began to drift back down Lara's abs, right to the apex of her waistband. Lara's flesh was pouring heat at that point, and her every sense was alive, though her mind was clouded save for one thought: Sam's hand drifting below her waistband, pressing up against her sweating sex, and commanding pleasure from her core. Almost as if on a cue, the hand plunged-
Lara's eyes snapped wide open as she bolted upright in bed and looked directly beside her. Empty. She turned her attention towards Sam's bed and found her roommate fast asleep. A dream. It was all just a dream. She ran a hand through her sweat-slicked hair and took a few deep breaths, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to will the images from the dream out of her mind. All that seemed to accomplish was making them more vivid. By that point, she was wound up and her nethers were practically screaming for reprieve. There was no way she was going to get back to sleep. She took another glance at Sam and bit her lip.
No way, she thought to herself, this is wrong. Illicit. Sam's my friend. She laid back down on her side and pulled the blankets up over herself. She closed her eyes to go back to sleep, and breathed slowly to calm herself into a tranquil meditative state. Then she practically felt Dream Sam's lips on her again and her midriff swooped. Her eyes snapped open again. She couldn't do this. She took a final look at Sam to make sure she was asleep before throwing the covers off herself and walking to the bathroom. She took extra care to make sure the bathroom door was locked behind her before switching the light and fan on. When privacy was achieved, she took a seat on top of the toilet lid and sighed.
Okay, just pretend it's someone else. She closed her eyes, plunged her hand down into her knickers, and began stroking between her swollen lips. She continued to stroke with even, measured pressure as pleasure began to blossom from her bud. Focus. Unbidden images of Sam's breasts began to crop up in her mind. Clouded as her mind was with arousal, she had no time for a conscience. All that mattered to her in that moment was carnal release.
Sam's breasts. Sam's warm breath against her neck. Teeth raking over her lips. Sam's hand on her breasts. Sam's breasts. Sam's hand drifting beneath her waistband. Sam's breasts. Lara's lips parted in a nonverbal moan as the tension that had been steadily building up was released all at once in an explosion that erupted all throughout her core.
She didn't make any eye contact with Sam the next day.
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