"Shirov's Jaw-Dropping Bishop Sacrifice. Game over." Rachel grins, folding her arms across her chest with pride.
"WHAAAAAAAT!?" Vic whines, "No fair!"
Rachel's smile widens, "Life isn't a fair game, and neither is chess."
Rachel, Garfield, Kory, Richie, Jay, and Wally all gathered in Richie's and Kory's dorm. It was a couple of days before students would be sent home for holiday break. The friend group decided to celebrate the holidays together before they temporarily depart.
Each person wore their own casual fashion with a little holiday accessory. Kory happened to be the most decked out, out of all of them, since she wore blinking Christmas lights, a green Santa hat, and an ugly Christmas sweater.
Snacks, finger foods like barbecue wings and mozzarella sticks, were at the group's disposal. Additionally, soda, juice, and desserts like cookies and brownies were a part of the menu. The aura was warm and cheerful as the friends chattered, ate, laughed, and played games.
"Anyone wanna play the next round?" Rachel asks?
"You know these type of games aren't my strongest suit." Kory kindly declines.
Rachel glances at Richie.
"Uhhh, I'd rather be a spectator, Rach." he nervously rubs the back of his neck.
"Aw, come on. Are you guys scared?" she rasps in her monotone.
Bee instantly denies, "I ain't scared ah noth'n! I jus' don't wanna get my butt whooped."
"Fair enough. Wally, Jay, Vic? Gar?"
All four reject Rachel's offer, leaving her with no opponent for the next match.
"Jay, I think you should give it a shot. You've got the mind for it, and you hold your own pretty well." Wally encourages.
"Rachel, I gotchya next time. I've gotta prepare before I face the "Master of Chess"."
"Alright, if you insist." Rachel shrugs.
"Aye, you afraid ya girl moppin' the chess board witchya, aren't ya, G?" Vic teases.
"Quit it, Wires! As if you didn't just take the biggest "L" in chess history." Garfield hisses, a red blush forming in his cheeks.
"Oh, yeah? That's why I wanna see you play, you might have the same fate."
"Friends, maybe, we all need a break from the games. We have been competing for some time now, I think we should do the Secret Santa." Kory gently recommends.
So, that is what the friends do. They exchange gifts, talk about how happy they are with their new items, discuss the hassle of sales or what was in and out of stock. Following another hour of warm festivity, the group prepares to leave.
"I can't believe Jay got me platform combat boots." Rachel comments to Garfield as they return to their dorm.
"I'm glad ya like 'em. Vic got me some comics, and I got him a tool kit. Richie was kinda hard to gift for, but hopefully he's happy with the football gear I got him." Garfield responds.
"I'm sure he is."
The pair exit the elevator, then Garfield fumbles for his keys.
"I got it, Gar." Rachel swipes her keys out with ease, then opens the door.
"Dorm sweet dorm." Garfield sighs, placing his items next to his bed.
"Yeah, it's gonna be "home sweet home" in a couple of days." Rachel sighs, eyeing the room.
Some of Garfield's and Rachel's belongings were packed in boxes and bags for when they returned home.
"I'm sorry, Rae. I know your home life isn't a bed of roses."
Rachel sits on her mattress, Garfield right beside her.
"Not at all. I was so excited to go away just to get away from all of the crap that goes on at home. I mean, Mom doesn't bother me at all. It's just that she's always down from the stuff she's going through with my father," Rachel exhales deeply, carding her left hand through her dark purple hair. "It's really hard. I try to handle my own emotions while being a support for Mom. And the holiday season doesn't make this any easier."
"It's hard, but you still do it. Even in all of that pressure, you believe you can achieve bigger and better. It would have been way easier to sit on your hands and let life beat you up, but here you are trying to make something of yourself. Remember, it's okay if things hurt a little more than they usually do. Just know that you will always come up on top, because you've done that before." Garfield asserts, looking at Rachel.
"You're right. Thanks, Gar."
Rachel smiles lightly, slipping her hand through his nest of hair, and down the side of his face. She runs her tongue through her pale lips, dropping her stare to his mouth. Rachel trails her eyes back up to Garfield's.
They're green, the green that gives life and love. It's the color the dark, mysterious purple of her eyes needed. A balance, so to speak.
The concept was complex, but it made so much sense. Everything about Rachel and Garfield was compatible, their emotions, their struggles, their personalities, their interests, down to their physical features.
Rachel smiles softly, pressing her lips against her partner's. Gradual and intimate is the theme of the kiss. Rachel's hands journey to Garfield's hair and stay there for a while. His hands descend to Rachel's waist, holding her close to him.
The smell of lavender and cream is more than familiar to Garfield, as the scent of light, fresh cologne is well known to Rachel. Garfield chuckles into Rachel's lips, which nearly makes the girl dissolve right in his arms. She can't help but giggle back.
Their teeth click, their mouths crush and tug, and the breaths between them gets hot.
Garfield's hand sneaks from the girl's waist to her inner thigh, which is easily accessible due to the dark skirt she is wearing. Her flesh is consistent in its soft texture, which contends with the texture of his bare hands. He hikes up her shirt with the same hand, then drags it back down to her thigh. Rachel moans, her lips slipping from Garfield's as his fingers played across her sensitive skin.
The master of chess who recently was being held high for her triumph, was now completely submissive to the master of her pleasure.
Garfield descends, resisting the temptation of Rachel's upper half.
His hand strokes her thigh just one more time. Rachel's lip is caught between her teeth, and she secretly wishes she had some sort of mask to hide the embarrassing red in her cheeks.
Garfield eyes Rachel, his gaze appearing almost animalistic. Even with such a dangerous stare, Garfield knows Rachel is fragile, and he will please her in the ways her body needs.
When he reaches Rachel's thighs, he decorates them with love. He meshes his mouth against her, planting warm kisses. In the sequence, he nibbles the new addition. He suckles a bit , too, just enough to make Rachel's blood rise to the surface and for a bruise to develop.
At his own leisurely pace, Garfield removes Rachel's panty. He looks at her while doing so, almost like a bragging right. Garfield knows she loves him this way, and willingly uses it as leverage.
Unexpectedly, Rachel's phone rings. She lets it ring by instinct, bringing her attention back to Garfield.
"Answer it." the green teen doesn't ask, he demands.
"What? Gar, I can't... not while—"
"Answer. The phone."
Rachel sighs, receiving the call.
"Hello?"
The person responds.
Garfield lets his air ghost over Rachel's heat. The amethyst in Rachel's eyes tremble with anticipation. The girl's certainly flustered, just how Garfield likes her.
"What do you want, Father." Rachel hisses through clenched teeth.
Garfield's mouth bends into a dangerous smirk as the conversation advances.
He pecks Rachel's entrance slowly, letting his tongue and mouth roll over her dampening flesh. He nips on her inner lips, watching her writhe. He kisses the outer labia, kisses the inner labia, wipes his tongue over a cluster of nerves.
Rachel jolts, releasing a whimper.
Her father speaks, seemingly asking a question.
"Oh, nothing's wrong. I just got frightened by something..." Rachel bites back a noise as Garfield dips his tongue inside her.
Garfield expands his tongue into Rachel's privacy. His lips are already dampening with her pre-wetness, and by instinct, he wants more. Rachel inhales, bearing intensity from the moment. Her skin crawls with desire, and her heart is heavily knocking inside of her chest.
Garfield pulls Rachel's hips closer to him, going in deeper, harder. He allows his tongue to wander inside of Rachel's saturated walls, slips it out to trace it over the outside skin, tongue kisses her heat, then puts his tongue back in again. The phone in Rachel's hand is trembling ever-so slightly, while the other one is buried in Garfield's hair.
Rachel gasps, her head dropping a small degree.
"Gar—" she breathes in a needy way.
"You like that, Rae?"
The purple haired adolescent reassures her father again that she is okay, and creates another excuse. Rachel evades Garfield's question, trying to maintain the conversation with her father.
"I need to hear you say that you like it, Rachel." Garfield clarifies, making another move on her.
Rachel's monotone breaks from the sexual pressure. The girl's dealing with a disaster while being pleased by a blessing. In the present moment, she has to converse with someone she dislikes, while displaying the pleasure for someone she loves.
"I— I do, I like it..." Rachel pants, angling her hips towards Garfield's mouth.
Garfield knew exactly what he was doing. He was going to show—rather let Rachel's father hear all of it. He wanted the father to hear that his daughter is being loved, cared for, and absolutely enjoying herself.
The same person that made Rachel constrain her emotions, and manipulated them, was the same person that was going to hear her express them freely; in any way she found fitting.
The father talks once more.
"Oh, you're so good," Rachel can't stop the words from coming, "Just like that, yes!" her back curves into a deep arch, her legs starting to tremble.
Before she can apologize to her father and beg him for another pardon, Rachel makes a low sound of delight, murmuring a couple of inarticulate curses.
Garfield lifts his dark, emerald eyes up at Rachel. He feels a little hazy from her pleasure, but it's nothing compared to what she is feeling. Sweat is dousing her shirt and streaming down the sides of her forehead. Rachel's intoxicated in bliss, and she can't even help herself.
Garfield decides to spare a bit of mercy, keeping his fingers out of the action.
Despite that, he's getting down on Rachel, and he was going to make sure she loved every part of it. And for sure, Garfield was going to finish Rachel, right when her father could listen to it.
Rachel moans quietly. Her mind won't think, all of the sounds she wanted to make wouldn't come out, and she feels the orgasm burning inside of her. Even still, she refuses to release due to the current circumstance.
"Stop holding back, Rae. Let it out."
Rachel goes still, her words splintering from the orgasm. She melts right into the mattress, letting out a sigh of relief. Inside of her is positively sore and throbbing, but Rachel is too immersed in guilty pleasure to ponder on it.
"Good girl." Garfield grins at his partner, taking in what she left behind.
Surprisingly, Rachel is still holding the phone, and her father is still on the line. Rachel hangs up the phone as Garfield moves up to kiss her.
Rachel kisses Garfield roughly, as if she wanted to seek some sort of revenge, or thank him for what he did. Rachel was feeling a lot at once, her mind was spinning with a variation of thoughts.
But, Rachel found a liking to it. She found comfort in being complex and hard to figure out.
Garfield was teaching her that even in the middle of a struggle, you can love, and you can love with no restraint. He's helping Rachel unleash the freer version of herself. Even if it was a growing pain, she loved doing it, because she was with Garfield.