CH FOURTEEN || true love for teen-girls

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|| SABRINA'S AFTER PARTY ||

OLIVIA AND AMELIE arrived in separate cars to Sabrina's after party but snuck out together once an hour of the party was enough for their homebody's.

Amelie wore a simple white T and a checkered skirt that went with Sabrina's theme, while Olivia wore a tight little skirt and Amelie's angel black shirt.

"i can't wait till we get home." Olivia told Amelie.

Amelie held onto Olivia's waist, their minds being intoxicated by each other's perfume, and alcohol:

"wait." Amelie spoke,"home." looking into Olivia's eyes, seeing how they went from being dilated and returning to her normal sedative stare.

"i'm sorry." she apologized, again.

Amelie dismissed Olivia's apology and brushed the strand of Olivia's hair behind her ear:

"do you want to move in with me."

Olivia gave her a gentle smile,"i'm drunk right now, ask me tomorrow." kissing Amelie's lips.

Amelie melted into Olivia's lips,"i'll remember that."

the hit of deja-vu punching both of their guts.

|| A LITTLE SUM ||

OLIVIA AND AMELIE STUMBLED into what was going to be their apartment the next morning, giggling as Olivia pinned Amelie's against the wall.

"take it off." Olivia said to Amelie.

Amelie obliged and spun Olivia around, kissing her shoulder blades as her fingers grabbed a hold of the tight-skirt's zipper and guided it down, Amelie gave Olivia a look through the hallway mirror:

"you're beautiful." she reminded her.

they walked over to the large couch that looked like it could be a bed, Amelie kneeled on it and tossed her shirt to the side as Olivia kneeled behind Amelie:

"c'mere." bringing Amelie closer.

Olivia unzipped Amelie's skirt too, her hands smoothing themselves over her girlfriends stomach from behind:

"you're gorgeous." she whispered in Amelie's ear.

Amelie bit her bottom lip, tilting her head back and resting it on top Olivia's shoulder, releasing a siren but angelic gasp when Olivia traveled her polished fingers down and into the glimpse of heaven Olivia knew better than anything else:

"wait."

Amelie turned around and held back a moan when she felt the brunette's fingers hit a spot, her hands gently pushing Olivia back onto the couch as they moved in synchronization and "sung" together.

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