Blue is the Warmest Color
[One Shot]

Vriska huffed, resting her head in her hand as she scribbled idly on her notebook. The teacher was talking, but it obviously wasn't a huge deal – she could shake down some kid after class for their notes. Probably Tavros, he was a notoriously good note-taker. Her real problem wasn't the fact that she couldn't pay attention, or even that she was feeling incredibly uncomfortable at the moment, but more the reason behind both problems: she had a crush.

Normally, when she had crushes, she'd simply talk to the boy, seduce him with her wit and charm, or sometimes simply demand that they date her. The latter usually ended in affairs that were less than intimate, and more mechanical and fear-driven, but she got what she wanted nonetheless. This time, however, was different. She was more than capable of either scaring or charming any boy in the school into doing what she wanted. This particular crush she'd have to handle with more… finesse.

"H3Y, VR1SK4," she heard her friend… well, whisper would be a touch too generous. A few others stared, but Vriska's friend didn't seem to notice. She was, after all, blind.

"What, Terezi?" she hissed in response.

"WH4T 4R3 YOU DO1NG TH1S FR1D4Y N1GHT? 3V3RYON3'S GONN4 B3 4T T3H P4RTY." Vriska paused. There WAS a party at Ampora's, wasn't there? She cursed herself for not having planned ahead of time, as she usually did. She'd have to talk to her mother about money for clothes, and that alone was a daunting prospect. But she'd also, very likely, need to bring a date, so that she wouldn't lose her "cool kid" status in the public eye.

"Don't worry, I'll be there," she replied. Terezi scrunched her face up, but cut the conversation short. Vriska frowned down at her notebook, full of scribbles and small drawings of various things – 8-balls, dice, and, of course, her crush's name. She scowled, crossing it out. It was just another passing fancy, she'd have others. She should shoot for someone easier to attain, and one she didn't want to be secret about.

Finally, class ended and she got up, storming from the room, snickering at the "Ouch!" and "Hey, watch it!" of kids being bashed aside by Terezi's walking cane as she entered the hall behind Vriska.

"It's a wonder you can follow me around," Vriska commented as she walked down the hall.

"W3LL YOU 4LW4YS W34R TH3 S4M3 P3RFUM3, S1LLY," Terezi replied offhandedly. Vriska paused, smelling herself. Perhaps she should change it up? Maybe her crush- no, stop it. She had no time for silly crushes. She grumbled quietly to herself as she handled her locker open, stuffing her books inside and getting those for the next class.

"Um, hey, Virska? Er, Vriska?" She spun, wide-eyed, at the girl in the scarf, who looked a bit taken aback.

"Roxy!" Vriska sputtered, almost yelling. "I-I mean, yeah, what do you want?" Fuck, she scolded herself. Be cool, be calm. Don't snap at her.

"Oh, sorry, I was just, like, wonderin' if you had the notes from last class? I didn't take 'em, I sorta fell asleep…" Vriska could smell the alcohol on the poor girl's breath; she had been sleeping off what Vriska assumed was a massive hangover.

"Oh, well, I can get them, certainly. Do you want me to give them to you tomorrow?"

"Well I was hopin' I could get 'em tonight so I could study…"

"Say no more. I'll get them to you by the time school's out. Cross my heart."

"Really? Oh, thanks. You really ain't as bad as everybody says. I'll be back here at the end of the day." Vriska nodded, feeling her face hot. "As bad as everybody says".

"W3LL SH3 S33MS N1C3," Terezi commented.

"Yeah," Vriska replied with a smile.

"W41T. W444441T," Terezi grinned, moving closer.

"Hey, shut up, go to class you blind freak," Vriska replied, shoving Terezi playfully.

"OH MY GOD. OOOOH MY GOD, VR1SK4."

"Look, you can't tell anyone, alright? Maybe I have a little crush, it's whatever. People can't know I have a crush on a girl, okay? It'll be bad for my reputation."

"TH4T'S NOT SO B4D," Terezi said with a thoughtful frown. "1 M34N, 1'V3 SL3PT W1TH 4 F3W G1RLS B3FOR3, S1NC3 YOU H4V3 TO K33P MY S3CR3TS."

"Wait, what? Really?"

"Y34H SUR3, 4 F3W T1M3S."

"How was it?"

"H3H3H3, M4N, YOU R34LLY L1K3 TH3 THOUGHT OF TH1S G1RL." Vriska sighed.

"Yeah, kinda. Can you shake down Tavros between classes? I need those notes by the end of the day."

"SUR3 TH1NG, SP1D3RB1TCH. 1'LL G3T TH3 K1D'S NOT3S 4ND BR1NG '3M B4CK H3R3, 4S LONG 4S YOU G1V3 M3 4LL THE JU1CY D3T41LS OF HOW YOU F33L 4BOUT TH1S ROXY G1RL." Vriska chuckled and shoved Terezi before the two parted ways, Vriska thinking about exactly that.

"Hey, Roxy," Vriska said with a smile, holding up the packet of notes. "Got your notes right here."

"Oh, awesome! Man, this is really gonna help, I just wish I was better at studyin'." She took the notes and sighed, looking over them. "Yeah, it's gonna be a long night."

"Well… what do you have problems with?" Vriska asked, leaning in to look over the notes. The hair along her arms and the back of her neck stood on end, Roxy's scent of alcohol and heavy perfume choking her, forcing into her nostrils and down her throat. It was utterly intoxicating.

"Well, I dunno. Like, I don't really get what the author's tryin' ta say, so it takes me a while to write my reports an' stuff."

"I could, like, come over or something, and maybe we could work through it together. I-if you wanted. We certainly don't have to, I mean, if you think study groups are weird or anything."

"No, no. It'd be nice. I don't really have friends over very often," Roxy smiled. "You wanna just ride with me and my mom when we go home?"

"Sure," Vriska said with a smile, suppressing her blush and following Roxy out to the school parking lot, where her mom had parked an old stationwagon.

" 'Ey mom, I brought a friend home, she's gonna help me study. That okay?"

"Oh, that's quite fine. And what is your name, young lady?"

"Uh, I'm Vriska."

"Very nice to meet you, Vriska. Are you thinking about staying the night, or just helping with Roxy's homework?"

"Probably just the homework," Vriska said, scratching her neck. "I'm not sure if my mom would let me stay out all night."

"Oh, I could certainly talk to her. Roxy needs more friends to hang out with her, she rarely gets the chance out. She often just sits in her room and writes those wiz-"

"Ha, alright mom, how 'bout you focus on drivin'?" Roxy said, kicking her mom's seat hard and causing Vriska to snort. "But nah, you don't gotta stay the night, but it'd be cool. We could take you in to school in the mornin' and all that." Vriska shrugged.

"I guess I can ask my mom," she replied, already pulling out her phone to text her mother. By the time she'd sent it, they'd already arrived at the Lalonde house – a seemingly enormous manor near school, the kind that all the kids thought was haunted. "Oh wow," Vriska muttered. "This place is really big."

"Yeah, don't let that fool ya, we're just normal people," Roxy winked and opened the door for Vriska, leading her inside. Each room was spacious and open, decorated with a few tastefully modern black furniture against a stark white or purple room. "Mom's kinda an interior decorator. She made some of this furniture herself."

"Really?" Vriska asked idly, running her hand over the upholstery of a loveseat. "It's so… wow. Lavish, I guess."

"Yeah, I guess," Roxy admitted, chuckling. "But anyway, how about that Poe." Vriska nodded and sat at a dining room table next to Roxy, as they began to discuss homework. After a while, the conversation turned from homework to friends, to relationships and silly things their friends had done, when finally Ms. Lalonde called them for dinner.

They ate quietly in the kitchen, and Vriska squirmed at the tension. Ms. Lalonde had a wine glass full of red wine that she didn't touch, though she did daintily pick at the spaghetti. Roxy, on the other hand, devoured her spaghetti with vigor, not pausing between bites and simply slurping up the noodles happily and quickly.

Finally, when they were finished, the doorbell rang and Ms. Lalonde returned with a tall, lithe woman and the two girls retreated to Roxy's room, where she produced a bottle of rum.

"Want any?" Roxy asked, unscrewing the top and taking a swig.

"Oh, uh nah, I'm good," Vriska smiled. Roxy shrugged, taking another drink and setting the bottle down. "Who was that lady?"

"That was Ms. Maryam, Porrim's mom. She and my mom have book nights where they just lock themselves in a study and talk about boring books all night. They're pretty lame." Vriska nodded slowly, her mind jumping to something else, but forcing it back to normal. Not all girls are into other girls, Vriska, she told herself. "So what do you wanna do? I don't really have sleepovers often or nothin', so I don't know what to do."

"I don't really either," Vriska replied with a shrug. "I mainly just go to parties and hang out with people and go home. Don't really sleep over too often."

"That's a relief," Roxy grinned, leaning back. "I was worried I was the only one outta her depth." She closed her eyes and rested her head back, and Vriska had to stifle a gasp. She was, for lack of a better word, enchanting. Her hair mussed, her dark blue lipstick smudged by the bottle of rum, and her eyes so blissfully sleepy. She even let her eyes drop to the curves of her chest, hips, and thighs, and they made her squirm with discomfort. "So. Got any fun boy stories?"

"H-huh?"

"Like, I dunno. Girls talk about that kinda stuff, right? What you've done with boys?"

"Oh. I mean, I guess."

"Alright, then. Go." Vriska bit her lip.

"Well, I've slept with a few guys, not many."

"Slept with? Jesus Louise, I haven't done that yet," Roxy laughed. "But I guess you're cooler than me so it makes sense." Vriska scrunched up her face. "Oh come on. Don't even try an' say you ain't cooler than me. You know you are, I know you are – it's cool. I don't need ta be popular or nothin'. I've got cool friends," she grinned and slugged Vriska's shoulder.

"I guess you do," Vriska grinned, flushing lightly. "So. Let's see. You know Dave?"

"Strider?"

"Slept with him."

"Holy shit," she laughed.

"He was… not bad. Had a thing about his shades that was kind of weird, though. I've also slept with Eridan once, as a sort of dare."

"Eww, really?"

"Yeah, he was… less endowed. You know his fancy cars and big talk? Tooooooootal compensation." Roxy giggled. "What about you?"

"Well, I've sorta gone down on Dave," she blushed.

"Really?" Vriska asked, feeling heat travel up her spine.

"Yeah. Like you said, not bad. He went down on me too and it was pretty good. But, like. I dunno. I guess I didn't feel anythin'? I mean, I certainly FELT somethin', if you know what I mean." As Roxy laughed, Vriska felt the heat reach her cheeks. "But, I dunno. Just wasn't doin' it for me."

"Why not?" she felt herself say before she could stop it.

"I dunno," Roxy frowned. "Maybe he just wasn't the right guy?" She paused, meeting Vriska's eyes and stopping mid-sentence, mouth open slightly. "O… or…" Vriska made the first move, stumbling forward and gently resting her hand on Roxy's thigh. "Vriska…"

"Shh," Vriska replied, brushing the hair from Roxy's face.

"I don't… I don't know…" Roxy said, her breath heavy on Vriska's face. Vriska reached behind her, grabbing the bottle of rum and taking a large swig and offering it to Roxy, who nodded graciously and took a few long drinks before crushing her lips to Vriska with a moan, taking her by surprise. Vriska's hands moved to Roxy's face, cupping her cheeks and holding her close. Roxy set the bottle down and pulled Vriska up, not breaking the kiss as they stood and moved to Roxy's bed, Vriska tumbling down onto her back and Roxy hovering over her.

"I've never done this," Roxy panted as she climbed up onto Vriska.

"Neither have I," she sputtered in response. "I… just do what feels good." Roxy bit her lip but nodded, reaching down and rubbing Vriska through her jeans, eliciting an excited whimper as Vriska did the same. The blond girl moved down and ground against Vriska hard, their legs tangling together and tongues exploring the other's mouth as they writhed and whimpered. Finally, Vriska could feel her climax building in her, faster than she'd anticipated, and heard an eager whine from Roxy as well. Vriska gripped Roxy's hair, yanking gently and hissing in her ear. "Don't hold it in, Roxy," she whispered. "Do it. Do it for me. Cum." Roxy's body began to shake and she nearly cried out before remembering her mother was in the house and burying her face in Vriska's chest, body wracked with shakes as Vriska gripped Roxy's hair and tossed her head back, mouth open in a silent scream, her body radiating heat as she thrashed beneath the young girl. The two stayed like that for a moment, both writhing and panting against one another until finally the waves of pleasure subsided and the two settled in, their bodies sweating and spasming gently.

"That… that was…" Roxy started.

"Yeah," Vriska huffed. "Wow." Roxy crawled up next to Vriska, tugging the blankets over them.

"You think this is what girls do at sleepovers?" Roxy giggled, and Vriska laughed.

"I doubt it. But I think if they did they'd have a lot more fun." Roxy nodded, closing her eyes, and Vriska could feel her breath, reeking of rum, on her neck as she nuzzled in. Vriska stared at the ceiling for a moment before letting the event sink in. Fuck. She was going to have to bring Roxy to the party. That was going to put a damper on things. She sighed and let herself fall asleep in Roxy's arms, a problem to consider another day.