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Closer

Summary: Three days after their drunken night together, Larissa finds herself hiding in the library. But, of course, Morticia just happened to find her there...

Larissa jumped at the sound of a book slamming somewhere in the library. She sighed at her own paranoia and looked back down at her textbook, scribbling half-assed variations of the information into her notebook. This was a time for studying, not a time to be thinking about that night.

Right. That night...

"Don't be shy, ma chérie." Morticia whispered, cupping Larissa's face in her hand and stroking a thumb along her jawline. "I want to hear you."

Larissa cleared her throat and pushed the thought out of her mind. This was ridiculous; why did she care so much about it all? She wasn't a lesbian.

She was not a lesbian!

This... incident... had been due to a clouded sense of judgement. It was NOT because of Morticia, or her perfectly full lips.

"Thinking about me?"

A cold shiver ran up Larissa's spine when the whisper sent a little breath of air that brushed up against her ear.

Morticia trailed a hand along her shoulder, tracing the collar of her shirt with her pointed nail. She looked down at Larissa with a devious smile, and Larissa desperately tried to restrain herself from making eye contact.

"Oh relax, Issa, I'm just teasing." She smiled wider, her tone once again flirtatious. Just like last night.

"Did you want something, Morticia?" Larissa eventually managed to spit out, barely keeping the quiver out of her voice.

"Yes. Why are you avoiding me, cariño?"

"I'm not avoiding you. What gave you the impression that I'm-"

"Issa..." Morticia tutted, slowly reaching over and closing Larissa's textbook. "Don't try and lie to me."

What right did Morticia have to say such a thing? It's not like she had any control over her. What happened that night was a fluke. A poor decision on Larissa's part, spurred on by the alcohol she'd nearly drank an entire bottle of. She was NOT like Morticia. She was not a lesbian. It was all a mistake that she didn't intend to repeat. They would go back to being roommates, in a platonic relationship, and that would not happen again.

No matter how much the thought of it brought a blush to Larissa's cheeks.

"Are you embarrassed, querida?"

"What would I have to be embarrassed about?" Larissa tried to say nonchalantly, but the slight quiver in her voice gave her away.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I had a great time, and I'm almost certain you did too..." Morticia grinned, leaning forward and unintentionally exposing her cleavage a little too much.

Larissa used all the willpower she had left to not look down and further incriminate herself. Instead, she stood up from her chair and closed her notebook.

"I'm leaving."

She turned to walk out of the library, but a whisper of her name drew her back.

"Larissa..." Morticia's hand slid along her shoulder, slowly turning her back around to face her. Larissa's breathing was stuttery and shaky as she looked down at a grinning Morticia. "What did it feel like when I made you come?"

"Morticia-"

"Did you like the feeling of my fingers inside you?" She whispered. Her other hand had slipped around Larissa's waist and was slowly walking her back over to the table. "You make the most beautiful sounds when you're pleased, ma chérie. And you especially seemed to enjoy when I kissed your neck..."