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Closer

She reached upward, pressing a gentle kiss at the base of Larissa's throat.

"How long did it take for the marks to fade, Issa?" Morticia grinned, her lips ghosting over the almost-disappeared outline of a bite she'd left.

"Stop it." Larissa whispered, yet she made no move to push her away. Morticia was leaning back against the table, and within a second of hearing it, she pulled her hands back down to her sides.

"If that's what you want-" Morticia shrugged, moving to walk away.

"Wait!" Larissa caught her wrist.

Screw the alcohol. Screw her parents. Screw everyone else.

She pulled Morticia up into a frenzied kiss, moaning against her lips after three days of missing them. They were intoxicatingly encapturing, and Morticia was just as quick to respond. She slid her hands around Larissa's waist and pulled their bodies flush together, biting her lip teasingly.

Larissa reached down and grabbed the undersides of Morticia's thighs, lifting her up onto the table and slotting herself in between her legs.

"I thought... you were... leaving." Morticia managed to get out through pants and gasps, as Larissa moved her kisses down her jawline to her neck.

"Shut up."

Larissa heard a throaty chuckle from above, and she moved her hand underneath Morticia's plaid skirt, tracing the outline of her underwear slowly. A hand came up and gripped the back of her neck.

"Are you sure you want to?" Morticia asked, looking into her eyes for reassurance.

"I want to." Larissa grinned, and she gave no warning before tugging Morticia's panties off and rubbing over her clit slowly.

"Fuck me!" Morticia gasped, leaning into the crook of Larissa's neck and letting out stuttery breaths.

Larissa carefully slipped her fingers lower and lower, before thrusting two of them inside of Morticia's entrance and holding them still. An entirely too loud moan was ripped from her throat, and Larissa kissed her quiet, nipping at her bottom lip as punishment.

"You have to be quiet." She cooed, pulling her digits out and thrusting them back in an a languid movement. "Unless you want people to hear you; gasping for air as I fuck you. Do you want that, Tish?"

She shook her head with a whine. "N-No. I'll be quiet, please keep fucking me."

"Good girl."

And Morticia tried so hard. Sitting atop the reading table, her legs wrapped around Larissa's waist, her hips jutting up with every thrust, Morticia clawed at Larissa's back desperately, seeking a way of keeping herself quiet. She finally resorted to biting down on her bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, and muffling her breathy gasps by burying her face into Larissa's neck.

All the while, Larissa could feel Morticia's inner walls clenching harder and faster, and she rubbed her clit quicker in an attempt to help her come quicker.

Morticia let out an involuntary cry, and she looked up at her roommate pleadingly. "R-Rissa... I-I'm- I'm gonna-"

"Come for me, darling."

Larissa silenced her final moans by pulling Morticia up into a kiss, one hand on the small of her back to keep her upright. She continued thrusting her fingers in and out to help her ride out her orgasm, and Morticia struggled to catch her breath for a long time afterward.

She eventually sighed, then looked up at Larissa and began to laugh. Not at her, but at the situation. Her skirt had hiked up, Larissa's hand was buried beneath it, their lips were stained and smeared with a mixture of both their shades, Morticia's hair was raised and a little knotted. Lord knows how they'd explain themselves if a teacher were to show up now.

"You're..." Morticia paused to lick her lips. "You're surprisingly good at that."

"Surprisingly?" Larissa remarked sarcastically.

"For your first time, I mean."

She nodded astutely, before stepping away to let Morticia pull her underwear back on and smooth down her skirt. When she'd finished, Morticia hopped down off the table and grinned up at Larissa once again.

"I have a proposal."

"Do enlighten me, Tish."

"What if we kept on doing... this?" Her eyes were full of glee. "You wouldn't feel the need to label it or anything, it could just be something we do together sometimes."

"Casual sex?" Morticia nodded. "But what if someone found out?"

"It's not like we're going to have sex in the middle of class, are we? There's no way of anyone finding out unless we tell them."

"Need I remind you we just had sex in the public, school library?" Larissa huffed, gesturing around them. "Anyone could've heard us just now."

"Then next time we'll do it more... discreetly, shall we say?"

Larissa stood in front of her, arms folded skeptically. "You're serious about this?"

"As the plague."

"And we wouldn't need to tell anyone? My parents- they're, I mean-"

"It'll be our secret." Morticia nodded. She outstretched her hand and smiled softly. "Deal?"

Larissa couldn't help but mirror her grin. She took Morticia's hand and shook it.

"Deal."