Title: Wildfire Focus: BoA/? Genre: AU Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 611 Summary: You used to be such a good girl before she came along. A/N: Epic lesbianism for halcyon_morn. Actually, it's not very epic at all, but there definitely is lesbianism. Also, I'm sorry this took me so long. Life is hectic. D:
You haven't a clue who the other girl might be. You only know that you've been coming here for her every Friday night for a month despite the fact that Heechul doesn't approve of your clubbing, despite the fact that you should be home studying. You've been coming here alone, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, not really daring to hope more but still, perhaps...
You know your steps might look clumsy by now, though you had just enough to drink to strip most of your self-consciousness. You still check the straps of your dress, the fall of your hair around your shoulders. You want to look perfect for her.
Her friends are beautiful, tall, stunning enough to be models with their stylish clothes and stylish features, all cut out from magazine covers. She's wearing simple cargo pants, though, which stretch and loosen in all the right places as she dances, completely absorbed in the music and her own corresponding movements. She looks so sure and comfortable in her skin, so alluring as she runs her hands over one of her friends' hips, makes her laugh and roll into her body just the way you suspect she wants her to.
And you, you want to be the one she dances with, want to be the rag doll in her hands so bad. If only you had the courage to approach or the power to seduce, you would be there in a second. If only you weren't a scared little girl inside, if only you...
It's two drinks and three songs later, just when you're ready to give up and go home that you see her walk through the crowd towards you. Your heart skips a beat or two; you didn't come for nothing, after all.
You feel shaky and ridiculous as she takes your hands, twines your fingers together briefly. Your palms must feel hot and sticky with sweat but she doesn't seem to care as she pulls them to her hips, pressing them there. You gasp, clutch at firm flesh and the curves of bone under your thumbs and she smiles, thinly (like she doesn't think you deserve more). Then she's moving to the music again, rolling her hips still held between your hands and you try to move with her despite the warmth pooling in your belly, between your legs, spreading through your whole body like wildfire. She must feel your heat as she pulls you in close, presses soft kisses to your neck, slides a hand over your thigh so the tips of her fingers barely brush the edge of your panties under your dress.
Who are you? you want to ask, the question already on the tip of your tongue but she is faster; sucks the words right out of you before you have the chance to say them. You moan into her kiss, melt into her touch like you've wanted to ever since you saw her that first night, and suddenly it's clear as day; she will never tell, because she is hiding something under those loose clothes and fluent movements, something you are better off without knowing.
Heechul is already home by the time you stumble through the door, his back to you as he lies facing the wall and you fall beside him guiltily, listen to his even breathing as you smooth your tongue over your swollen lips and wonder how long can you go on like this. You feel tainted, nasty in your sweaty clothes. You used to be such a good girl before she came along.
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