Steps Of Desire (Lesbian/GxG)

Dementor's Kiss (Part 1)

I stared at her bright brown eyes, forcing my gaze to remain above the plunging neckline of her black dress. I felt her nails scrape just above my collarbone.
"Are you not going to do something to ease the aching and anger I know you are feeling?", she asked, a brow arched while the corner of her lips lifted up in a knowing smirk.
"What do you expect me to do? We're in plain sight of other people," I answered bitterly, frowning.
"I'm not sure... Maybe excuse us both and lead me to your dark and lonely room. Or perhaps some other place we can have privacy," she cocked her head suggestively.
"We are done, Savannah. Nothing can happen between us anymore. Now leave me alone. I don't want to have anything to do with you," I replied through gritted teeth. The girl was getting on my nerves. Bad enough she showed up on my birthday after hooking up with my best friend when we were still together and leaving her crying the next day. Now she had the guts to try something on me knowing I was beyond pissed off at her.
"If I were you, I would stop whatever it is I'm planning and get the hell out of here before Bri shows up and beats your body into a pulp," I growled, my eyes narrowing.
She just gave a small chuckle and winked at me before walking up our staircase as if she belonged with us. Shocked at her reaction to my threat, I stared at her back as she ascended to the second floor of our house slowly, as if to mock me. That was when I noticed how heavily the dress accentuated her curves, both front and back, and how the slit on the sides of her dress showed off the fair skin on her toned legs. I couldn't help but still be attracted to her. After all, I am a lesbian. I was spellbound by the way her hips swayed when she walked up. The trance was broken by a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see my guy best friend, Brian, holding a cup to me.
"Thanks," I smiled at him.
"Looking good, are we?" he grinned at me mischievously before looking me up and down.
I did the same to him and hummed in appreciation as his white polo shirt hugged his body tightly and showed off his flat stomach. He was wearing his favorite faded blue jeans which he called his 'lucky pants'.
I gulped the contents of the cup quickly making my head spin because of the sudden rush and I tumbled backward.
"Easy there, buddy," Brian held me back from falling, looking concerned.
"What's inside? That was damn strong."
"Just the best vodka in the house, of course," he winked at me, grinning, "You like?"
"No. Too strong. Have you forgotten again that unlike you, I don't handle my alcohol pretty well?" I frowned at him.
"Sorry. I thought you've improved considering you spend every weekend drinking with me," he looked sheepish and scratched his head. I downed the vodka in two large gulps and threw the cup behind me, not caring where it went. Suddenly, my head started to feel like it was being hammered. F***!
"My head hurts," I stated to Brian.
"Already? Come on! It's your birthday. You can't leave yet," he pouted.
"Those pouts of yours don't work on me, Bri. And whose fault is it that I drank when I'm not supposed to?" I raised a brow at him.
"Ugh... Fine. I'll cover for you. Wake up in an hour," he relented just as I started stumbling up the staircase, forgetting all about what went up these exact steps just a few minutes ago due to the pain in my head.