Blurring The Lines
a/n: warnings, f/f slash, but nothing descriptive, later rape, nothing descriptive, maybe langauge.
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Does she know how *hot* that makeup makes her look?And oh, those soft curls she's got.... damn, too hot, she shouldn't be allowed *out* in that dress she's poured into. Even her shoes are a bloody aphrodisiac, all those deep reds are setting off her hair.
But, I already know I can't have her. Godamned.
I mean, she *does* have a boyfriend. Not that he seems particularly hetrosexually inclined, if those recent football locker room stories are true. But he could be suprising. I know *I* suprise most people I've been with. They all see me as their typical private school kid --the stereotypical hot snob.But I'm nothing like that, at all . I work to get where I am.
Oh, gods, she's about to talk to me.Stay clam....
I joined the dance committee to get closer to her. It worked, but, unfortunatly, due to one late-night planning session set up in an oh-so- clichè effort by myself, she knows what I really want from her. *Fortunatly*, she seemed to get over it and we were normal again. I never got over it though. I still want her. She's started joking, and talking about how great "our" dance's worked out. I shiver as she touches my arm absentmindedly, *damnit*. I thought I was good about controlling myself, but tonight she just looks like bloody sex on legs. Without knowing it, too -- it's part of her appeal.
Oh, great. The annoying meat head's coming over. I put on an even bigger, cheery, public act to hide what I'm feeling.
Thankgawd he's never suspected me. Although, I guess you wouldn't expect me to be a threat.... not the way I look, anyway. I guess her boyfriend's usually pretty nice to me. He thinks I'm popular, so he's nice. But if I didn't know the people I do, he'd probably scorn me. I find it very, very, VERY hard to stomach that so many girls could be crushing on him. God, even if I went against my sexuality he's STILL not cute. He doesn't find it hard to believe though, he knows who they are and loves it, sometimes takes advantage of it....they've fought over it before.
She laughs at some dumb joke he's just made and I pray she's doing it for show. Maybe she's drunk. Real nice of me, but I love her too much to see her with him. She's amazing. You know, she does so much? School, Formal committee, part time job at a record shop, gymnastics.
I always chuckle and blush when I think how flexible she must be from it, then I *hate* that *he* might get to take advantage of it. Although from the way she was reactng that one time when I ... approached... her, maybe not.. Maybe I still have a chance?
Oh, Gods, she's smoothing a stray bit of my hair... I blush and she notices it, but still continues with it. My eyes widen at the display of blatant affection and I'm shocked as she leans in and whispers to my ear.
"Courtyard.Ten minutes. Be there?" Her soft breath tickles my senstive ear and I've got goosebumps up my arms, but I manage to nod in understanding and agreement.
I watch her leave with The Boyfriend for a secluded area, then dance with the next person who catches my eye, first to a slow song and then to two faster ones, and all too quickly, it's time to go. I gotta get out there, to her. I duck through the crowds, smiling and charming them, keeping up appearances.
As soon as I get there I see her standing by a beautiful, tall fountain, and she turns to face me. My heart's out of my chest, it's long gone, off and running, possibly taking my coherence with it. I can barely breathe, but keep up the façade for her. Gods, she looks so beautiful....
She speaks softly and I feel so overly emotional, hypersensitive.
"Baily,"she says, and I wait for her to continue. "Baily, I....I just broke up with Him. And I did it because....because....I want to be with you."
And there it was. The thing I wanted most in the world handed to me on a platter. A sexy, eyelash fluttering, blushing, beautiful, amazing, platter....
I mumble something stupid, conveying a meaning similar to "For.... for me?"
She nods and looks up at me with those huge blue eyes. I forget she's shorter than me....millions of trivial things I never noticed about her, I do now.
"For you, if you'll still have me."
I speak eagerly and tell her exactly how much i *will* have her. Ok, not *exactly*. I want her to retain some innocence.
She grins and steps closer. And I thought my heart was mad before. The closeness gives me a heady rush and I breathe raggedly as she leans in and we share our first kiss together, in a romantic courtyard with soft strains of music gently playing from the main hall. It's perfect, it's amazing, it's clichè, it's....
"Soft, " she whispers dreamily.
"What?"I ask, confused for a moment, crazily thinking she can read my thoughts. She ran a finger over my lips.
" Your kiss. Your skin, everything....it's so soft. You're the first girl I've kissed, you know."
a/n: warnings, f/f slash, but nothing descriptive, later rape, nothing descriptive, maybe langauge.
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Does she know how *hot* that makeup makes her look?And oh, those soft curls she's got.... damn, too hot, she shouldn't be allowed *out* in that dress she's poured into. Even her shoes are a bloody aphrodisiac, all those deep reds are setting off her hair.
But, I already know I can't have her. Godamned.
I mean, she *does* have a boyfriend. Not that he seems particularly hetrosexually inclined, if those recent football locker room stories are true. But he could be suprising. I know *I* suprise most people I've been with. They all see me as their typical private school kid --the stereotypical hot snob.But I'm nothing like that, at all . I work to get where I am.
Oh, gods, she's about to talk to me.Stay clam....
I joined the dance committee to get closer to her. It worked, but, unfortunatly, due to one late-night planning session set up in an oh-so- clichè effort by myself, she knows what I really want from her. *Fortunatly*, she seemed to get over it and we were normal again. I never got over it though. I still want her. She's started joking, and talking about how great "our" dance's worked out. I shiver as she touches my arm absentmindedly, *damnit*. I thought I was good about controlling myself, but tonight she just looks like bloody sex on legs. Without knowing it, too -- it's part of her appeal.
Oh, great. The annoying meat head's coming over. I put on an even bigger, cheery, public act to hide what I'm feeling.
Thankgawd he's never suspected me. Although, I guess you wouldn't expect me to be a threat.... not the way I look, anyway. I guess her boyfriend's usually pretty nice to me. He thinks I'm popular, so he's nice. But if I didn't know the people I do, he'd probably scorn me. I find it very, very, VERY hard to stomach that so many girls could be crushing on him. God, even if I went against my sexuality he's STILL not cute. He doesn't find it hard to believe though, he knows who they are and loves it, sometimes takes advantage of it....they've fought over it before.
She laughs at some dumb joke he's just made and I pray she's doing it for show. Maybe she's drunk. Real nice of me, but I love her too much to see her with him. She's amazing. You know, she does so much? School, Formal committee, part time job at a record shop, gymnastics.
I always chuckle and blush when I think how flexible she must be from it, then I *hate* that *he* might get to take advantage of it. Although from the way she was reactng that one time when I ... approached... her, maybe not.. Maybe I still have a chance?
Oh, Gods, she's smoothing a stray bit of my hair... I blush and she notices it, but still continues with it. My eyes widen at the display of blatant affection and I'm shocked as she leans in and whispers to my ear.
"Courtyard.Ten minutes. Be there?" Her soft breath tickles my senstive ear and I've got goosebumps up my arms, but I manage to nod in understanding and agreement.
I watch her leave with The Boyfriend for a secluded area, then dance with the next person who catches my eye, first to a slow song and then to two faster ones, and all too quickly, it's time to go. I gotta get out there, to her. I duck through the crowds, smiling and charming them, keeping up appearances.
As soon as I get there I see her standing by a beautiful, tall fountain, and she turns to face me. My heart's out of my chest, it's long gone, off and running, possibly taking my coherence with it. I can barely breathe, but keep up the façade for her. Gods, she looks so beautiful....
She speaks softly and I feel so overly emotional, hypersensitive.
"Baily,"she says, and I wait for her to continue. "Baily, I....I just broke up with Him. And I did it because....because....I want to be with you."
And there it was. The thing I wanted most in the world handed to me on a platter. A sexy, eyelash fluttering, blushing, beautiful, amazing, platter....
I mumble something stupid, conveying a meaning similar to "For.... for me?"
She nods and looks up at me with those huge blue eyes. I forget she's shorter than me....millions of trivial things I never noticed about her, I do now.
"For you, if you'll still have me."
I speak eagerly and tell her exactly how much i *will* have her. Ok, not *exactly*. I want her to retain some innocence.
She grins and steps closer. And I thought my heart was mad before. The closeness gives me a heady rush and I breathe raggedly as she leans in and we share our first kiss together, in a romantic courtyard with soft strains of music gently playing from the main hall. It's perfect, it's amazing, it's clichè, it's....
"Soft, " she whispers dreamily.
"What?"I ask, confused for a moment, crazily thinking she can read my thoughts. She ran a finger over my lips.
" Your kiss. Your skin, everything....it's so soft. You're the first girl I've kissed, you know."