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The universe had a pretty strange sense of humour. But then again, so did Felix. Maybe that was why it always found the perfect moments to mess with him.
Like how sometimes, when Felix thought of someone, they would suddenly show up.
DAKOTA (11:09PM): knock knock
Felix’s face broke out into a grin when the notification lit up his screen. It was ridiculous, really, how two words from the right person at the right time had that much power over him.
He walked to the door – in no way did he run or scramble or anything silly like that. If he did – and he definitely didn’t – Dakota would never let him live it down. What was he, some little lovesick puppy waiting at the door? No. He was Felix fucking Ventura, after all. He was chill, and unbothered, and-
Felix opened the door and his brain immediately short-circuited.
Dakota, in all her glory, stood at his door. Her messy shag cut was a bright red today, a vibrant shade that almost seemed to make her sun-kissed skin glow. An oversized jacket hung off one shoulder in that effortlessly cool way of hers. A pair of tight jeans hugged her slender legs. But none of that was what made him mentally unravel.
It was the familiar logo emblazoned across the front of her shirt.
She was wearing a Lady Fortuna shirt. His band’s shirt. She might as well have been wearing his name across her chest. Was she walking around in public like that? Dakota, who had too much pride to admit she was a fan of anyone – or anything, really. Or was he reading too much into it? And – have mercy – the shirt was cropped, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach-
Fuck. He felt like he was going to combust.
“Hey,” Dakota greeted, casually leaning against the doorframe as if she hadn’t just made him lose his mind. “Are you going to let me in or what?”
Felix blinked. Once. Twice. “Uh, yeah.” He cleared his throat – when did his throat get so dry? “Sorry. Come in.”
She flashed him an amused smirk and sauntered past him, the smell of her expensive perfume lingering in the doorway. Felix felt himself close the door behind her, but he barely registered the movement.
Dakota plopped herself on the edge of his bed, radiating a confidence that made it feel like it was hers. Felix couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. At that shirt. His band’s shirt. On her.
It looked good on her. Of course, everything looked good on Dakota – she had a way of turning even the most casual outfit into a fashion statement. But this was different. She was wearing his band’s merch. Not just any merch, either – judging by the looks of it, it was from Lady Fortuna’s very first drop. Even Felix didn’t own that shirt anymore.
Seeing her in it was almost surreal. Dakota, who usually strutted around in designer tops and sleek, big-name dresses, now wearing a faded band tee Felix and his friends had barely scraped together enough money to produce. And yet, it looked like it had been tailor-made for her, clinging to her figure in all the right places.
He bit the inside of his cheek. God, he needed to get a grip before he made an even bigger fool of himself. Felix crossed his arms, forcing himself to act like a functioning human being. “Did you raid a merch table before coming here or something?”
She tilted her head, and Felix watched, entranced, as a lock of hair fell against her cheek. “You like the outfit?” she said coyly. “Heard this band makes alright music.”
Felix sputtered out a laugh, coming to sit next to her. “Just ‘alright’? You wound me.”
Dakota rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay, it’s better than most.” She pulled in close, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “And I’ll admit… the frontman’s pretty cute.”
He let out another laugh, but it came out a bit breathless. His mind scrambled for a clever response, which was difficult considering his entire body felt like it was burning. For a moment, all he could do was stare at her. The delicious curl of her lips, the playful glint in her eyes, that fucking shirt. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.
“Good thing he’s sitting right here then, huh?” he managed, voice low and teasing. Composed, as if his head wasn’t spinning over the smell of her perfume.
“Well, what do you know,” she murmured, so softly he had to lean in to catch it. “He is.”
Dakota’s eyes were dark as they roamed his body. Felix’s gaze flicked down to her shirt again. Mine, came an unbidden thought. The raw, unfiltered intensity of it surprised even him. Mine, mine, mine, until it ignited everything inside him and there was only wildfire, burning him up from the inside.
Burning away all his worries and inhibitions and reservations until there was only Dakota, Dakota, Dakota.
Without thinking, he leaned forward, his lips brushing the warm curve of her neck. At first, it was tentative, but the moment she sighed – a soft, contented sound that sent sparks dancing down his spine – he knew he couldn’t hold back anymore.
His mouth found her skin again, this time harder, firmer, determined to leave his mark. The thought of her wearing it, wearing him, made his chest tighten in ways he didn’t fully understand. In response, her fingers tangled in his hair, nails grazing his scalp in just the right way to make him shiver.
Felix pulled back to catch his breath, trying to ignore the blood roaring in his ears. Before he could fully recover, Dakota tilted her head towards his neck, clearly eager to return the favour.
She undid him in three simple steps: her breath warm against his skin, the sharp nip of her teeth, and the wet heat of her tongue. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought there was some desperation behind it, the same physical, emotional hunger that mirrored his own. For a fleeting second, he wondered if she felt it too – that same wildfire burning everything else away.
All of a sudden, she pushed him back onto the bed with a swift, practiced movement. Felix let out a soft, surprised laugh as she easily manoeuvred herself between his legs, their bodies slotting together perfectly in this familiar dance of theirs. Her lips were on his now, slow and deep, as if she were trying to taste every part of him. One of her hands took his, guiding it to her waist. Instinctively, he pulled her closer. She shifted her hips against him, and he swallowed a groan as she tugged at his hair.
Lady Luck, she doth shine upon me.
Another strangled noise escaped him when Dakota broke the kiss. Their lips were so close that they shared the same breath. He felt dizzy, drunk, high all at once. Felix licked his lips, savouring the faint sweetness of her lip balm. “You’re dangerous,” he mumbled, voice thick.
For a moment, she didn’t reply. Her eyes flickered across his face, searching for something only she could see. Then, her lips curled languidly into a smirk. “And you’re cheesy.”
He scoffed in mock offence, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Cheesy? Me?”
She kissed him again, silencing his protests. When she pulled back, her grin was sharp, hungry. “Absolutely. Now, stop talking and give your fan what she’s been waiting for, Rockstar.”