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From inside the hazy fog surrounding her brain, Veronica could only tell two things.
One: She was really drunk. Probably the work of the keg she had downed, or the margaritas Heather just kept pushing into her hands. Her usually sharp inhibitions were clogged and slow, leaving her feeling disarmed and easy.
Two: She was really horny. Combined with the drink, this wasn’t helping her much. She was almost wondering if Heather had slipped something in her drink, to get her fired up for whatever dumb jock she had to pleasure for the good of the status quo. The thought made her laugh, and she giggled like a loon. Through her boozy delusions, Veronica could only think of one thing.
JD. Janie.
Her hair and her thighs and her arms and everything about her. The way she took down Kurt and Ram, the way she targeted their weak spots and took them down with a handful of punches. The way Veronica felt safe talking to her, and safe around her. And best of all, that magnetic fiery pull.
The pull that was currently dragging her, in her drunken state, to outside JD’s house.
It wasn’t hard- in Shitsville, Ohio, you tended to know where people lived. Her mom had once said to her in a sporadic burst of maternal protection- if an intruder breaks in, turn off the lights. You know your house better than they do. That’s what Veronica felt like- the dangerous fabric of the night was her curtain, and she was the one to navigate it.
And of course, the distinctive motorcycle resting outside the grubby house.
A last small stab of Veronica’s clearly overtired survival instincts kicked in, and she wondered if JD would mind that she was just.. breaking into her house and asking for sex. Probably not, if their chemistry was anything to go by.
Soon enough though, the haze overtook her once more, and she found herself climbing the rough bark of a convenient tree leading up to what she hoped was Janie’s room.
With a jiggle of her fingers, the lock was broken and she was free to climb in, landing in an ungainly heap on stained carpet.
She looked sheepishly up at the shocked face of JD, who by the looks of it was trying to enjoy a quiet night at home, dog-eared copy of Baudelaire clutched in her hands.
Too late.
Veronica shivered. The cold air was creeping in, and distantly she wondered if she was cold. More pressing however was the heat. The warm, pressing sensation in her core that put her body in overdrive. She wanted JD, and god, she would have her.
‘Veronica?’ She spoke. ‘What are you doing in my room?’
Veronica smiled, looking up at the girl above through her eyelashes, trying to copy whatever Heather had that made boys go crazy. Whatever she did, it was working.
‘I had to see you. Heather… whatever. She doesn’t matter . You matter.’ She murmured, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on her prey. Today, she wasn’t the old Veronica. She was the new Veronica, equipped with all her new maneater powers.
JD swallowed.
‘Veronica.. are you…?’ She whispered, wetting her lips.
Veronica stood up, trying not to trip, and clambered onto the bed to straddle JD, feeling the firm weight of the girl beneath her.
‘I want you.’ She said breathily. ‘I want to do it. With you.’
‘Veronica.’ JD reached down to put a reassuring palm on Veronica’s thigh, burning a hole on bare skin. ‘Are you sure? This.. this is a big decision.’
‘I’m sure.’ Veronica said confidently. She wanted JD, and she would have her.
She leaned in until she could pick out every eyelash on JD’s eyes, until their lips were barely touching and she could feel the ghost of JD’s breath on her lips. Veronica looked up at her, dating her to take the final step.
Luckily, it didn’t take long for JD to sweep her into a passionate kiss.
Kissing JD was everything that Veronica thought it would be. She tasted like fire, like gunpowder, like something she wasn’t supposed to have. She kissed like she was dying, and Veronica reciprocated.
JD bit at the soft flesh of her lips, and Veronica moaned at the hot taste of blood. She nipped bites down the long expanse of JD’s nape, even daring to pull her long dark hair to lick a stripe up the base of her neck.
JD’s hands slipped underneath the fabric of her skirt to cup her thighs, and suddenly Veronica was immensely happy she had taken Heather’s advice about what to wear to the party, and what to wear under that. Veronica had brushed it off at the time, but god, if past Veronica knew..
She was going to lose her virginity to JD. A girl. But then JD’s hands were coming up to her chest and taking off her shirt, and suddenly Veronica couldn’t think anymore.
She smiled at Veronica, and the flames licked at her stomach as she scrambled to kiss JD again, sucking down on her bottom lip and pulling herself further onto JD’s lap to grind down.
The girl had both hands in Veronica’s hair, pushing and pulling while her lips worked the last of Veronica’s restraint away.
Veronica pulled away abruptly, before smiling darkly at JD. Her shirt was tossed on the floor and she unclipped her bra with deft fingers, letting the blue lace fall to the floor.
JD swallowed heavily, and Veronica watched her throat bob up and down. The knowledge that it was Veronica driving her crazy.. it felt powerful.
She saw the danger in JD’s eyes- that faraway look mixing with lust, the hands tightening on the covers like they weren’t sure if they wanted to choke Veronica or fuck her.
And Veronica didn’t mind. She was going to let JD wreck her. Suddenly, the thought of being used didn’t feel so bad. After all, she was using JD too.
She slammed JD against the headboard, letting her lips and thighs communicate everything she couldn’t be bothered to put into words. The girl clearly got the memo, using strong arms to swap their positions and press the angles of their body together to kiss Veronica harder. She tangled her hands in Veronica’s hair and pulled, watching her lips part in equal parts of surprise and arousal.
She wanted JD. And tonight, she would let JD have her.