A/N: I'm new to posting my writing, and I decided to start by posting a backlog of older pieces with minimal editing. Hopefully you'll see the quality increase with newer writing! Feedback welcome.
(I think these characters are hot and might return to them later, let me know in the comments if that interests you.)
~Lacey
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Maria tried not to smirk at the woman in front of her, and failed. Fortunately, based on the giggling and batting of eyelashes she received in return, it was taken for smoldering rather than contemptuous.
She grinned at the blonde.
"So, are we gonna stand around and talk all night, or were we headed back to your place?"
The blonde tilted her head and giggled again. She must have been more than a little drunk.
"I'm not going to make it back to my apartment. I don't think you could wait that long, anyways." She winked, and turned away, starting to head out. "I'll get my coat. You can take me to your place."
As Maria watched her long, tanned legs, and the gorgeous, barely covered ass above them, she realized she was stuck with the bill.
Which, admittedly, she always planned on paying for drinks when she went out to pick up chicks, but still.
She rolled her eyes at the other woman's drunken audacity, and nearly spit out the rest of her drink when the bartender told her the total.
How could that woman still be standing after that much booze?
Worth it, though. She paid and left, happy to see the blonde standing right where she was expecting her.
Lily took her by the hand and started walking, fortunately in the correct direction. She was clearly in a hurry, and Maria didn't want to need to redirect her.
God, she was single minded. A pretty thing like her, though, if she had to have one focus, this was a good one.
Lily shivered, then glanced at Maria sidelong, barely slowing down. Maria sighed.
The "coat" she'd had to get before leaving was hardly a jacket at all, a short sleeved little thing designed to make her tits look nicer rather than for warmth. Of course she was cold.
She'd loved the gentlemanly thing so far...
Maria cursed the lengths she went to in order to get laid, and took off her leather jacket, settling it around the other woman's shoulders.
She groaned theatrically.
"Ohhh, that's
so
good..."
Maria grinned. They couldn't make it back to her apartment fast enough.
By the time they made it to her building, she was freezing, but they'd also taken several breaks to make out, during which she'd gotten to feel up the blonde's ass, so she figured it was even.
They made it up to her apartment, where Maria locked the door behind them. When she turned around, Lily was there, a smug look on her face.
She pinned Maria to the door and kissed her passionately, leaving her gasping for air when they finally stopped. Maria was flushed, and embarrassment popped in her stomach. She let herself get carried away, let some drunk blonde bimbo take control.
Just for a second, but still.
She took a deep breath, then grinned cockily again, an old standby.
"How about we take this to the bedroom, hon? I've got my toys all in there--"
"No," she interrupted, "we'll do this here."
Maria, already having turned towards her bedroom, turned back around to stare at her guest.
"I don't think you--"
"You don't think very much, Ms. Jamison, do you?"
She knew her name. She hadn't given that name out, she never gave her last name at bars, she even paid in cash so nobody could sneak a peek at a credit card.
She examined the woman more closely, adrenaline already pouring through her like cold water.
Her eyes, brilliantly green, had pupils that were slightly oblong. She had an extra set of canines, and they looked sharp as knives. Her fingernails-- claws-- were painted with tiny flowers, a cutesy little detail that she thought was a bit much.
Lily-- God,
Lily
, what a stupid alias-- hadn't stumbled or slurred a single word since the two of them had entered the building.
Maria Jamison was slowly coming to the realization that she was completely fucked.
"I don't know what you've heard--"
"
Shut up, and get on the ground
." Lily's voice was laced through with a geas, a magical compulsion.