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It was Jackie’s 21st birthday and of course the girl had to have a massive party. Nat had to sit through one too many uni lectures next to Jackie to not miss every single detail about the party. Jackie even had a binder with the night's plans tucked inside. One of the few perks to still being friends with Jackie past highschool were the killer parties she threw and of course she got invited to every single one.
“I hate how everyone says highschool friends split up once they move out of town.” Jackie had complained one day, scrawling into her notebook with a glittery pink pen. “Once a team, always a team.”
Nat had rolled her eyes in an attempt to hide the swelling affection in her chest. Maybe she was a bit silly, thinking she could rid herself of them all. She doubted she could find friends that would love each other enough to travel across state lines just to visit on an odd weekend. (Shauna did that more than once — but Nat wouldn’t dare prod the wasp's nest of Jackie Taylor about that.)
And Lottie.
Lottie.
Nat repeats her girlfriend’s name over and over in her head like a chant. She’s moving through the mess of bodies during the party, trying her best not to slip on any suspicious puddles that now litter the once pristine floor of Jackie’s sharehouse. Despite arriving to the party together — as always — Nat still had a terrible habit of wandering off during big events. What could she say, mischief seemed to follow her like a black cloud.
Eventually she stumbles onto the balcony and finds Shauna and Lottie laughing together. Lottie loosely holds a cigarette between her middle and index finger, smoke billowing from her pretty painted lips. She catches Nat’s eye as she closes the sliding door behind her and grins ear to ear, eyes sparkling with affection.
“There’s my baby.” Lottie holds out the burning cigarette for Nat, who takes a quick drag without plucking it from the taller girl's deft fingers. Her lips briefly touch Lotties fingers and she almost coughs on the smoke in her throat. Lottie raises a perfectly groomed brow before her attention is returned to Shauna.
Nat’s fingers tangle into the silk fabric of Lottie’s shirt at her lower back. Her head spins and for a brief second she regrets accepting the pills Jackie had drunkenly pushed into her hands.
“I kinda miss the blonde on you, Nat.” Shauna smiles sweetly, nodding at Natalie’s dark hair.
“Mm, needed something new for a new city.” Her gaze is stuck on the ash dripping from Lottie’s cigarette and she finds herself leaning into the other girl's side. Did Lottie always smell this good?
She can hear Shauna speaking but the words don’t quite translate in her brain. Nat’s stuck listening to the booming music inside the house, suddenly keenly aware of the tingling in her fingertips and toes. Lottie takes a slow drag, letting the smoke sit in her lungs as she looks over Nat carefully. She was always quick to catch onto the other girl not being in her most sober state.
Suddenly, she’s catching Nat’s chin between her fingers, pulling her attention back to her girlfriend’s deep brown eyes and Nat’s all too aware of how close their faces are.
“What did you take?”
“MDMA— I think.”
It was a well known fact between their friend group that Natalie’s always had something wild deep in the pit of her stomach, from smoking weed in the school bathroom during their teenage years to now. Being in her early twenties in New York turned the city into a Mall with the varying kinds of drugs she could get on a night out.
Lottie’s eyes search her own, checking for signs of Nat taking it too far with her latest side hobby. When she doesn’t find anything but Nat’s blown out pupils that match her large toothy grin, her shoulders ease up slightly and her arms circle her waist.
She realizes Shauna had disappeared and wonders if the other girl had been on the balcony at all, or had it always just been Lottie with her hip pressing against the cold railing and Nat, fingers scrunching up the taller girl's nice blouse in her tight grip.
“You could’ve given me a heads up, you know.”
“I’m sorry.” Nat blinks, shame caught in her throat. “I didnt think—”
“Nat, calm down. It’s okay.” Lottie’s smiling in the way that's all dark lipstick and softness, her doe-like eyes flashing with a hint of something sinister that has goosebumps traveling up Nat’s spine. “You can make it up to me later.”
Later, as it turns out, is at 2am in their drafty one bedroom apartment.
The back of Nat’s knees hit the bed and she stumbles back, her naked body hitting the mattress with a soft thump. Lottie had wasted no time in peeling the complicated layers of Nat’s outfit off as they danced towards the bed.
Lottie’s painted nails drag down her sides leaving red scratches that paint her pale skin. Sometimes she would tease Natalie for her porcelain complexion, the nickname ‘Snow White’ rolling off her tongue with little bite that caused the tips of her ears and chest to blush pink. Lottie has a strange obsession with marking her skin with colour, whether that be hickies that speckle her neck like constellations or scratches that scrawl across her back like ancient scriptures.
“Lot—” A broken whine escapes her lips as her girlfriend's clothed body scratches against her soft skin, the sensation heightened thanks to the drugs she had swallowed earlier that night. Her fingers tug at Lottie’s silk button-up. “Doesn’t feel good—”
“Oh.” Lottie blinks before hastily peeling her torso free of any clothing, leaving Nat’s space for a moment to squirm out of her skirt. She sits up on her elbows and watches Lottie struggle for a moment with a laugh to which the other girl shoots her a dangerous look. “Do not rush perfection, Natalie.”
“Sure, princess.”
“I heard that sex on MDMA is really something else.” She muses, now free of her skirt. Nat says nothing— mostly due to the dryness in her mouth at the sight of a naked Lottie now crawling over to her.
She holds her hands out to Lottie and beckons her closer. Lottie, however, drops down to be face to face with Nat’s taunt stomach. Her lips leaving burning kisses across her skin, lipstick staining ivory. Nat sucks in a deep breath as she watches the other girl travel up her body, Lottie never breaking eye contact. She kisses the undersides of her breasts and Nat's back arches off the mattress with a whine, pushing herself impossibly closer.
Lottie always took her time teasing Nat. She wouldn’t call it teasing— it was more like worship. Every pointed curve of Natalie’s body had been memorized by Lottie’s lips. Soft ‘I love you’s were whispered into each crevice like Hail Mary’s. And when she got onto her knees Nat couldn’t help but blush under the heavy gaze of Lottie Matthews.
Their lips meet with heated force, a gentle push and pull. Teeth clacking and all smiles. Lottie tastes of cigarettes and peach schnapps and if that wasn’t the most addicting taste Nat didn’t know what was.
“Lottie— please—” Nat whines into her mouth, pressing her hips up to meet Lottie’s stomach, grinding up into her.
Lottie grins, all teeth, and finally makes her way down Natalie's body before coming to rest between the soft swell of her thighs. She closes her eyes and Natalie thinks she's taking a moment to say a prayer before going down on her. Which, honestly, sounds like a Lottie thing to do.
She’s pulled from her thoughts when a delicious tingle shoots up her spine and her back arches. Lottie giggles from her spot between Nat’s thighs and presses the flat of her tongue against her clit again to elicit the same reaction.
“So sensitive tonight, baby.” Lottie teases. Natalie’s so keenly aware of her body that she swears she can feel every gentle breath that hits her slick.
“That MDMA shit is on another level.” Her voice comes out gravely and breathless, almost embarrassed at how she was reacting just from the lightest touches of Lottie’s tongue. She was acting as if she’d never experienced her girlfriend going down on her before, for god's sake.
Nat tangles her fingers into her girlfriend’s silky hair and braces herself, her head spinning. Lottie’s tongue speaks a secret language only the two of them know. Nat barely has to use her voice whilst the girl worships between her thighs. It’s delicate and hungry— the way Lottie pushes two fingers deep inside Natalie and curls them. Her lips are lifting, wanting more and more. Lottie pins her lower body against the mattress and sprawls her hand against Nat’s abdomen, feeling the way her stomach clenches every time she kisses her clit.
Natalie almost mewls with how gentle Lottie is. At one point Nat has to clamp a hand over her mouth in order to quiet herself. The last thing they need is the neighbors banging on the shared wall, again. When her body freezes Lottie doesn’t stop till Nat is shaking, the orgasm making her vision go white.
When Lottie finally comes up for air she’s grinning. Nat can see the wetness that coats her mouth glittering in the neon light that peeks through the window. Their lips meet and it's messy. Nat relishes in the moment as Lottie presses their foreheads together.
“So I was thinking…” Lottie starts and Nat stares at her lips as they move around the words. “We could use that new strapon. On me?”
Nat’s face lights up in a grin. She’s up in moments to rummage through their shared drawers for the toy.
Lottie helps her with the complicated straps between soft shared laughter and chaste kisses. It’s gentle and loving, not as rushed and heated as when they had first come home. Nat feels everything tenfold. The delicate brush of Lottie’s fingers as she tightens a buckle on her hip— the kiss she presses to Nat’s cheek once the dildo is securely positioned between her legs. Everything sets her nerves alight, like a cathedral set aflame.
She gnaws on her lower lip as she gazes at the brunette now laying on the bed, hair splayed in a soft halo above her head. Lottie chews at her fingernails under Natalie’s heavy gaze, almost bashful when she begins to cross the space between them to settle between her spread legs. Nat’s palms ghost along her thighs as she positions the silicone toy to Lottie’s dripping folds.
Before she decides to push any further, Natalie reaches up to take Lottie’s hand away from her nervous teeth and instead places it against her own cheek. She turns her face into the other girl’s calloused hand and kisses her palm. “I’d kill for you.”
“A bit intense but— same.” She laughs breathlessly, eyes sparkling. “You’re my everything.”
Blushing like a highschooler, Nat finally begins to rock her hips forward. She watches in fascination as the slicked up toy pushes past Lottie’s entrance, eliciting a sinful moan from the brunette under her. ‘I love you’, she mouths— watching Lottie’s face melt into pleasure as she’s slowly filled, eyes rolling back like a possessed saint.
With the toy nestled deep inside Lottie, Nat hovers over her and plants her elbows on either side of her shoulders. Lottie immediately locks her legs around her waist, her heels gently pressing into her lower back. The space between them barely exists and Nat breathes Lottie in, lips just barely touching.
Beneath her Lottie trembles. For a moment she looks just how Nat remembers her the first day they met in highschool. Wide brown eyes, a pursed lower lip and a sense of purity mixed with mischievousness that had drawn Nat in. She rocks her hips back and watches as Lottie’s breath gets caught in her throat.
“Baby.” Nat coos softly and Lottie’s whole body reacts, nails sinking into the soft flesh of her back.
“Keep going.” She whispers against her lips and Nat obliges. A gentle motion begins with Nat rolling her hips, never completely pulling out. The base of the toy rubs against Nat’s still sensitive clit in a way that has her moaning into the crook of her girlfriend’s neck.
It’s slow and drawn out in a way that Nat knows it's probably just edging Lottie, but she can’t help it. Her legs feel like jelly and her brain screams at her not to stray far from Lottie’s personal space. She needs to be breathing the girl in. Swallowing every small noise she makes. Every whispered ‘fuck, Natalie’ has her seeing stars.
She loses track of time, their bodies intertwined in more ways than one. Nat only briefly takes in the sound of rain pattering against the window between Lottie’s quiet mewls of pleasure. When Lottie eventually comes undone there's tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Nat uses her thumbs to wipe them away and kisses her damp skin.
“You okay?” She asks once Lottie has stilled, her eyes still squeezed shut.
“Mhmm, yep.” A smile plays on Lottie’s lips. Her eyes open and she looks at Nat in a way that squeezes her heart. Nat swallows thickly.
“I love you.”
“And I love you.” Nat goes to move and Lottie quickly grabs her waist, pulling her back on top of her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” She muses, making no attempt to unlock her long legs from around Nat’s waist.
“You wanna sleep with me—”
“Inside me? Yes, yes I do.” Nat laughs loudly and buries her face into the crook of her neck. “You heard me, coward.”
“That’s fine with me. I don’t think I can feel my legs, anyway.” She nuzzles into Lottie’s warm skin. “If you wake up sore it’s not my fault.”
“I’ll take my chances.” Hums Lottie, tracing words into Nat’s bare back. “I don’t want you straying too far.”
“I’m right here. ‘M not going anywhere.”