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“You really mean it?” Deep blue eyes stare through Bonnie’s soul.
Ange had a way of looking at someone like they were the only person there. At least, the only person worth Ange’s attention. It had taken her a while to get used to it. Now, Bonnie preens under Ange’s intense gaze. It was only fair that she be treated with reverence. Tucked against Ange’s side, Bonnie lets her eyelids fall half closed. She smirks, removing any of the ice from her expression.
“When do I say things I don’t mean?” Ange opens her mouth. “Augh, wait, don’t answer that,” Bonnie says with a huff. To distract herself, she reaches up and drags one of her sharp nails down Ange’s neck. It makes Ange shudder beside her. As much as she tried to hide it, Bonnie knew Ange enjoyed it when she was treated like this. “But I do mean it, fyi. Since you’re so, like, fixated on this.”
This close, it’s easy to see how Ange’s throat subtly bobs with a quiet swallow. Something warm starts to take shape in Bonnie’s abdomen. “What, uh, what gave me away?” Ange says, tone wavering.
Bonnie looks like a cat that’s trapped a mouse. “You’ve been staring for the past minute,” she purrs. To her satisfaction, Ange flushes. Ange was always so cute when she got caught in the act. A delicate chin tilts towards the sky. Bonnie exposes her neck willingly. She hears Ange’s breath catch. “Go on, Angie,” Bonnie teases. Leaning back languidly, she watches Ange twitch to follow her. Ange likely doesn’t even realize she’s doing it, Bonnie realizes. That just made it better.
Ange licks her lower lip. Suddenly, Bonnie is incredibly impatient.
“Bite me, Possible,” she orders.
It’s all she needs to do. Ange surges forward. Bonnie catches just a glimpse of Ange’s lips pulling backwards, exposing a flash of white incisors. They sink into the side of her throat, hot and sharp as electricity.
Her breath stutters.
Ange's warm tongue slides against her skin, pressing, searching. When Ange finds Bonnie’s pulse point, she scrapes the tips of her incisors to it. Lights spark behind Bonnie’s widening eyes. Wet suction against her heartbeat pulls a whimper from Bonnie’s cherry gloss lips. Her skin burns up and all Bonnie can focus on is how sharp teeth trap her in place like a vice.
A moan that isn’t hers vibrates the skin just below her ear. Strong hands bracket each of Bonnie’s hips and Bonnie finds herself pinned to the metal plane of the gymnasium bleachers. Maybe doing this before school wasn’t the best idea. The thought is a wisp of smoke that gets carried away by the wind when Ange kneels between Bonnie’s legs and presses her hips into her. Immediately, the heat forming at the bottom of her stomach becomes an inferno. The fire burns across her whole body, down her legs and up her arms. Hazely, Bonnie realizes she’s started rocking her hips into the cloth of Ange’s joggers, catching friction against the body that’s spreading her legs wide.
Thank fucking God Bonnie wore her cheerleading uniform today.
Ange digs her fingertips into the divots of Bonnie’s hips. The sound of their combined panting pushes out any rational thought Bonnie might have still had. Bonnie slides her hands up the underside of Ange’s shirt and wraps her arms around Ange’s solid back. She digs her nails in when Ange tilts her head to bite down on Bonnie’s collar bone and Ange actually growls.
“Oh fuck.” Bonnie doesn’t even realize saying it. She arches underneath Ange, scraping her nails down the dense muscles of Ange’s back. Ange starts meeting each rock of Bonnie’s hips with a desperate rut that sends Bonnie spiraling. An obscene moan escapes from somewhere deep in Bonnie’s throat. She can’t get enough air into her lungs, she isn’t close enough to the body pressed up against her, she needs more so desperately her legs start quivering.
The distant sound of a door slamming shut makes them both freeze in place.
A warm mouth loosens against her neck. Bonnie can feel Ange panting through her nose. It’s the only movement Ange makes for a few brief moments. When Bonnie swallows, the swell of her throat drags out a pitiful whimper from Ange. Then, obviously reluctant, Ange sits back up. Wide turquoise and blue eyes meet. Bonnie’s chest rises and falls with every breath.
Ange swallows this time.
“U-uhm.” Ange raises a shaking hand to motion towards Bonnie’s neck. “We should probably cover that before class.” No doubt, the skin is covered in purple and red bruises. Bonnie gingerly sits up and flushes when she realizes how sensitive she is.
“Right- of course.” Bonnie coughs awkwardly. That had gotten far more intense than she had intended it to. She takes one quick inhale to ground herself. “Geez, Possible.” Bonnie touches her tender skin and does her best not to shiver. Echoes of teeth roll through her mind. “What are you, some kind of animal?”