THE FIELD, BALL PARTY

BALLROOM

Having the brunette in her arms, the female clad in official wear could hardly keep her nervousness at bay, the memories of their little time at the library flashing in her mind they danced slowly. The music barely reached her ears but she knew they were on beat.

At least, Max hasn't stopped them yet. Although the slight wince in her expression was something to worry about.

Her smile faded noticing that the girl in glasses had made several pained expressions throughout their time together. Bri wasn't one to dance with two left feet, so something else must be causing Max discomfort.

The person in question let out a sigh of relief as the music came to an end, taking quick steps to her seat, leaving the taller girl feeling dejected.

She must not feel comfortable being around me.

"Thank Heavens. I almost lost all sensations in my feet. I informed Elise that heels and I are sworn enemies but she simply doesn't listen", Max rambles to herself, prying her feel out of the dangerous footwear.

Relieved at the discovery of Max's discomfort being her shoes, Bri makes her way to the barefooted female.

"If I knew you were so uncomfortable, I wouldn't have asked you to dance with me"

"I might have underestimated the wickedness that one footwear can do to the feet"

Her brown hazels widened as Bri stooped to her knees and gently massaged her feet. The girl sitting was taken aback by the position she found herself in.

"You don't have to do that", she whispered, withdrawing her feet from the other girl's grasp.

With a huff, gathering Max's discarded shoes in her hand, Bri rose to her feet.

"Come on, let's walk out the soreness", she suggested, stretching out her empty hand to the brunette. Grabbing her book from the table, Max clasped the outstretched hand and got up, adjusting the tail of her dress. She let out a little hiss as the pain radiated through the soles.

"Wait, that bad? Maybe you should sit-"

"No. Let's take a stroll. I was building up a bit of suffocation due to the crowd"

"Are you sure?", Bri asked in concern.

With a look of finality, Max led both of them out of the hall, feigning ignorance of the pain radiating through her soles.

Before long, they found themselves at a familiar entrance. Max scanned them in, the smell of furniture pungent in the room.

"Why are we here?"

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THE LIBRARY

GROUND FLOOR

Releasing her grip, Max walked towards the large oak shelves, a slight limp in her step, glancing through the books arranged chronologically.

"You understand, this is my favourite site in the entirety of the school. Anytime I feel uneasy or inconvenienced, the presence of books calms me. I theorized that it is the rationale behind my ability. Strange, isn't it?"

Bri watched her blue sleeves glide by her side, entranced by her graceful steps despite the little limp. Ridding herself of her coat, she took brisk steps to the unaware female.

Why is she telling me this? Is she opening up to me?

Swiftly, she carried Max, placing her to sit on the table void of books.

Her slim fingers still lingering on Max's waist, she breathed,

"I think you have walked around enough"

Without showing her surprise, she held a masked expression, shifting her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"I would appreciate it if you could release your clasp on me. Thank you"

Bri released her hold, her smile slipped before covering it with a strained laugh,

"Hey, I just wanted you to get comfortable. You know, your feet and all"

Surveying the book in her hand, she replied, "A table isn't frankly what I would call comfortable but thank you for your concern"

Running her hands through her short waves as the tension of the situation,

"I guess... I'll let you enjoy your book", setting the shoes down at the feet of the table. Feeling unwanted, the ginger-haired girl attempted to leave the brunette in her space.

"Where do you believe you are going?", Max called out, settling her book to the side.

"You don't seem to want me around", Bri answered with a sigh, "So, I will leave you be to enjoy your book"

Crossing her hands across her chest, the brunette took in the sight of the other female, a calculating look on her face.

"Remember I mentioned this place is a special area for me. I likewise called this my favourite spot"

Bri agreed to hear that, still confused about what the girl was getting at.

"And I would not merely bring anyone to my special spot... however I brought you", she quietly said the last words, her eyes averted from Bri.

In three quick steps, The copper-haired girl found herself in front of a flustered Max, whose eyes looked everywhere else but at Bri.

"You are avoiding my eyes, Maxine"

Quickly, she peered her eyes to look into Bridget's dark brown orbs.

"False accusations", her voice went a tone higher, betraying her emotions.

Sliding herself between the thighs covered with blue fabric, Bri peered closer to Max, tucked her hair behind her ears and whispered,

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"I don't think you know how hard I tried to keep my hands off you tonight. Blue is your colour"

Not one to back down from a challenge, the tingles she felt from the words suppressed her nerves.

"Is it? Well, I'm pleased you went with this suit. I like how it...", running her fingers along the line of the waistcoat, "fits so excellently"

Bri was taken aback by the abrupt switch from shy to daring. Max just surprises her every time they spend time together,

the good kind of surprise, that is.

Taking this sign as acceptance, she was tempted to push further. Out of nowhere, an idea popped into her head. A little payback for Max's previous snobby attitude.

Her hand slowly glided over the dress applying firm pressure to the thighs beneath, her other hand snaked around the brunette waist, pulling her closer to her. Taking her glasses in hand, Bri removes them to capture the beauty of her eyes.

"Don't ever take these off in public. I don't want anyone seeing how beautiful your eyes are, except me"

With a shy smile, Max's fingers glide up the bridge of her neck, before losing themselves in her bright copper hair.

"You are impossible, Bridget" "I have been told"

They both let out a shared laugh.

Gradually, the taller girl's lingering hands made their way to the curves of her dress, drawing little circles in them. Her eyes fixed on the hazel orbs in front of her. She saw Max's eyes briefly glance at her lips before returning.

Almost there.

The brunette was too focused on the circles on her waist to notice the absence of the hand that was once holding her thigh. Just as she leaned close to kiss the girl between her legs, her lips made contact with something hard.

Snapping her eyes open to find herself face to face with the cover of a book, Bri's laughter reaches her ears.

"Bridget Pond!!!", her angry voice echoed across the library.

Bri tried to explain between fits of giggles, "I'm sorry. I just... I just felt like teasing you"

Noticing the serious expression on Max's face as her brown eyes pooled with tears, Bri realizes that she might have overstepped it.

"Max, please, don't cry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to prank you"

"Has this all been a joke to you?"

The snap in the voice was more than just a simple shock to Bri. Her eyes pooled with tears.

I messed up. I have to make this right or she will never speak to me again

Bri reached forward to wrap her arms around Max, who struggled to pull out of her hold.

"I'm so sorry, Max. You are not a joke. Never. I was stupid. I'm sorry. Don't pull away from me."

She kept pleading with her until the girl stopped struggling in Bri's arms.

"You are a jokester but not stupid. Your pranks are though. It's alright. Anticipate payback...soon"

Shit! I am in trouble.

With worry on her face, Bri asked, "How soon is soon? Max... Max"

But the girl on glasses remained silent, a mischievous smirk resting comfortably on her lips.

How does she make scary look sexy?

"You look so sexy when you are scary, do you know that?", Bri uttered out thickly, wetting her lips with her tongue.

"Is that so?"

Her eyes gazed over the girl in her arms,

"Hmm hmm... Makes me want to do this"

Her lips connected with the groove of Max's shoulder, leaving kisses up her neck, giggles filling the air.

Ever since Bri caught a special glance at the patch of pale smooth skin, constantly covered by brown hair, it had been on her mind. Finally, she got a chance to taste it. A bite pulled a moaning hiss from the once-laughing girl.

"Bri...Don't leave marks. We have school in the morning"

"Hmmm". The girl continued with her feasting, causing small whimpers from the brunette.

Delivering a last kiss to the neck, Bri looks at Max with doe eyes, "Am I forgiven now?"

"You naughty prankster, come here"

Max linked their lips together, pulling a stifled moan from both of them.

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THE FIELD, BALL PARTY

BALLROOM

Sanya stretched out his hand to the boy sitting by him after the DJ made the announcement. Copper brown hair parted in the middle didn't hide his honey eyes that reflected naturally, staring at Tome, expecting a response.

"I don't know how to dance"

The younger boy confessed. The way he said those words so quietly sparked something in Sanya, his inert desire to take care of Tome. The list of things his innocent baby boy can't do just keeps getting longer.

"I'll teach you"

Taking hold of the younger boy's hand, he pulled him to his feet and led him to the dance floor. Pouty lips turned to a frown as Tome tried, and failed, to accurately follow Sanya's leading. He looked up to find his partner enjoying the music, not noticing his struggle. In a fit of a tantrum, he resigned to standing still.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't seem to do anything right. I can't even dance with you"

Tome cried out, hanging his head low to avoid the expectant look of disappointment on his partner's face. A sigh resonated from the taller boy, affirming the insecurities in Tome's head.

"Baby boy, look at me"

However, the younger boy couldn't bring himself to face the boy in front of him. Cupping his face, Sanya made Tome look up into his eyes. The ginger was met with a smile resting on his man's face, no sign of disappointment whatsoever. Tears gathered under his eyes at the warm image.

"I'm sorry... I ruined tonight"

"Now now, baby baby, come here"

He fell into Sanya's arms, his scent calming him. They both stood, right there on the dance floor, oblivious to everyone else around them.

Just two people, in each other's arms.

Sanya couldn't help the wide smile on his face, Tome sharing an unseen shy one. Slightly pulling away, he placed a kiss on the forehead of his beloved.

At that, the song gradually comes to a close.

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"That song was perfect! I almost cried while I and Senza were dancing"

Hannah cooed, her head swaying as she hummed the tone of the song once again to herself. Sanya and Tome walked hand in hand back to the group table. The blonde's question hits them before they have a chance to even sit.

"Did you guys get to dance together? Of course, you did! Why did I ask such a silly question? Oh! Max, are you okay?"

The said brunette ridding her feet of her shoes wordlessly answered the pending question. Tome instinctively leaned into his partner's space, who laid his arms over the ginger's shoulders.

"Hannah, I must say you did a really good job today. I'm impressed"

Sanya commended the bubbly girl, Tome nodding in agreement. The blonde flipped her hair across her shoulder in pride,

"Thank you. Thank you very much"

The quiet male behind her pulled her by the waist into his embrace, whispering into her ears,

"I'm proud of you, my lily"

His words coated with a thick accent caused a faint redness to appear on her cheeks as she smiled shyly upon hearing those words. Senza wasn't one to speak much but his rare times of speech were a weakness of the blue-eyed girl. The dark-haired boy leaned into her neck and nozzled into it, earning head pats from Hannah.

Watching the two contrasting lovers with dreamy eyes, Tome's hand unknowingly caressed Sanya's thighs. The innocent boy was so absentminded to the torture he was subjecting the taller boy to.

Determined to give him a taste of his own medicine, Sanya grazed the skin under the smaller boy's waistcoat. He froze, snapping out of his face, at the recognition of the contact. Tome's shocked eyes turned to his partner. With a shrug, Sanya stated,

"Don't give me that look. You started it"

"How did I-"

Tome's eyes followed Sanya's to where his palm rested dangerously close to the crotch of his purple pants. His eyes widened as he snatched his hand away from that area.

"Tome, are you good? You look like you saw a ghost", her concerned voice rang out.

"Oh Hannah, he almost touched-"

"A bug! I almost touched a bug"

The source of stifled laughs welcomed a very nasty stick eye from Tome.

"Are you crazy?", the younger boy wordlessly mouthed to Sanya. He just shrugged and took a sip of his drink, feigning ignorance. Desperate for payback, Tome thought of a way to get back at Sanya.

Without giving much reasoning, lest he backed away out of fear, he returned his palm to Sanya's thigh. Pretending to be trance by people dancing a little distance away, he crept closer to the grove of Sanya's wide-spread legs, before moving away.

The taller boy's cautious eyes narrowed down at Tome in slyness and mischievousness of his actions, a bit taken aback by the spur of courage.

"Baby boy, don't think I don't know what you are doing? If you don't behave, I will gladly take you to this table, in the presence of everyone"

His deep, smoky voice revealed his arousal. Tome swallowed at the effect of those words, stiffening in his actions, his gaze holding those honey brown.

"Hannah, Senza, if you would excuse us. Tome and I have to use the men's room"

The younger boy added, "Yeah... the men's room... we'll be back"

Hannah watched the two boys walk away in a hurry, confused as to why they both needed to go at the same time.

Then it dawned on her.

With an exaggerated gasp, she jumps,

"Baby! Do you think, they are going to do what I think they are going to do? Those two are so naughty."

She giggled like a little girl, lightly punching the male's shoulder in glee. Wiggling her eyebrows, she winked at Senza,

"Baby, what do you say? How about we also get wild and frisky?"

He replied by sniffing a kiss into her hair and holding her closer. The response from him made her pout in defeat, crossing her arms across her chest. A smirk plastered itself on his lips. My Lily.

Senza pulled her face sideways to meet his, locking their lips into a kiss. Her lips pull into a smile as they break apart.

"My Lily"

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