There was this one night she had nearly kissed her. She'd come so tantalizingly close to pressing their lips together, that her taste buds still ached from Lauren's promised taste.
It had been a Friday night – or a Saturday morning. All the gang had been at a party, drinking and flirting. Slowly they'd drifted apart, each going their separate ways. Lola with this guy she'd been fawning over all evening, Danny shuffling over to the bar in search of a 'mike' and Jez and BB creeping over to a corner, to causally brush their hands together over the sticky table top.
The warm beer she had been drinking all night had curdled in her throat and frayed the edge of her vision, so Claudine went home. For once choosing bed, over a fumbled grope in some foul smelling alley. She let herself in quietly, trying not to wake Mrs Troy, and wandered into the kitchen.
Lauren stood lent against the sideboard, facing slightly away from her. Her head titled, exposing the soft creamy flesh of her neck. Claudine swallowed.
Stepping closer she made a small noise in her throat and Lauren turned round abruptly.
"Claudine." Her face was the same smooth colour as her neck, all her thick eye makeup having rubbed away long ago.
It seemed such a cliché. But to Claudine she was more beautiful and more…real than ever. Unlike most of the girls at Britannia High Lauren wasn't a stick insect. It now made her stomach churn when she thought of how she'd played that against her, till she had practically starved her self thin.
Instead Lauren was soft and curvy, but in the right places; Claudine had looked when she'd changed. She blushed at the thought.
"I thought you were still at the club." She managed to force out.
Lauren shrugged. "I came home. We've got a dance rehearsal at 8 tomorrow." There was pregnant pause and both girls looked uncomfortable. "I thought you'd still be there."
"Nah, like you said early start. Especially if you want to use the shower before the boys clogging it up with…well..." They shared a smile and Claudine took step closer.
"You're getting better you know…at dance." She murmured softly, surprising herself.
For a second Lauren looked confused at the unexpected compliment, but then she smiled. "Thanks. It's hard when you have two left feet." Again they trailed into silence. Both aware that this is the closest they'd ever been to have a friendly conversation.
But then on impluse Claudine had moved closer, only stopping when she could felt the heat radiating off of Lauren. She raised a hand up, reaching to touch the curve of Lauren's jaw, which looked so soft, like her fingers would simply skate over the surface of her.
She wanted Lauren. Not Danny. She'd been fooling herself the whole time. Pent up longing and denial pumped arousal through her and she lent forward till their bodies were flush against one another.
But then Lauren let out a breath and Claudine had realised what she was doing. She'd stepped back quickly, like she had been scorched. Lost for an excuse, embarrassment flushing her cheeks and burning her throat.
"Night." She'd spat at her, and then she fled up the stairs, only looking back once she was out of sight to find Lauren staring at the spot she had just occupied, her lips parted slightly, her face flushed and her eyes widened in fear.
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