Sitting in my bedroom, I couldn't help but think of Mavis. I know that I told her not to flirt with me as much as she did before, bit I had gotten used to the way it was before. Now, without it, it seemed like something was missing.
I heard footsteps down the hall, and hoped it was Mavis. "Mavis?" I shouted, but not super loud.
"Is something wrong." I heard her footsteps speed up and a few seconds later she appeared in my doorway, clinging to the frame.
"Yeah. Sit." I pointed to the bed directly across from me, thinking it would be more comfortable to sit this way. "Something's up with you." I messed with my hands, staring down at them as I spoke.
"Yeah, apparently I have a hand fetish." I heard her giggle, which of course made me laugh as it always did.
When Mavis told me my laugh is cute, I blushed extremely hard, but did my best to conceal it. When I peered over at Mavis, she was blushing and was doing a horrible job at trying to hide it.
This. This was different than before. Pure, honest flirting. She meant this. It wasn't an act anymore, and that honestly scared me.
"Shit, sorry!"
"It's fine." My stomach felt lighter and my cheeks warmer as I stood up and walked over to the other bed. I sat down to Mavis's left and scooted back to the corner of the bed.
I told her how I missed her little flirts and that it was cute. It was true. The only thing that was ever annoying about it was her motive, but now I didn't know what she was pining at.
"You have the best laugh I've ever heard. And the best skin I've ever seen, and your lips, god..." I could barely register the rest of her sentence. I was completely awestruck by her unfiltered comments. 'She likes my skin, my laugh? My lips?'
When I realized that she was talking about flirting again, I repeated, "I don't mind." I reached my hand up to her chin and opened my palm as she gently rubbed her jaw on it.
"Wait." She stood up and stuttered, but eventually asked if I was gay. She'd already asked this question, and honestly, I wasn't surprised that she brought it back up, I wasn't exactly clear last time.
"That's complicated." I laid back onto the bed and closed my eyes. "Do I like women? Sometimes. It depends."
"The fuck does that mean?" I chuckled softly and continued.
"I like people because of their personality, not their gender. So yeah, I guess I'm a brand of gay, if that's what you want to call it." I trailed off, avoiding eye contact with Mavis as I continued. "I think I'm pan, but I'm not exactly sure yet."
As Mavis slowly made her way back over to the bed, she asked if I 'found her personality attractive.' Did I? I mean honestly, did I really feel something for her?
"What you actually want to know is if I think you're hot." I hadn't lied to her yet, so I wasn't going to start now. "Yes, you are one of the more attractive people that I've met."
I could barely focus on Mavis's words as she lifted her legs onto the bed so that she was straddling my waist. We weren't touching, but I could tell that she wanted to. But was that what I wanted?
Fuck yes.
Her legs inched closer to mine, causing my heart rate to be a little faster than it should.
"Were to..." I was finally able to register what she had said, and in an attempt not to sound over eager, I kept a straight face and maintained eye contact with Mavis.
I will never forget the next few moments.
The soft skin rubbing against my thighs in all the right ways, her hands exploring the area under my skirt, but her lips, fuck.
On my neck I could feel her lips kissing, then sucking on my skin. I tilted my chin up and bit my lip, trying my best not to release any noise. Mavis's mouth made its way up to my chin, tracing it with kisses and small licks from her tongue. I couldn't hold back anymore. I released a small moan, finally letting a fraction of the immense pressure go.
And, oh god, when Mavis moved her hands down to my legs...that was the best part.
She roughly grabbed one of my knees, but was still able to be gentle with me as she lifted it up to her hip, sliding her hand beneath it. I reached my mouth up to hers, but Mavis pulled her head back, not allowing me to kiss her just yet.
"Lemme guess...Lace?" Her fingers traced the edge of my underwear. 'Yes' i wanted to reply, but I didn't have enough breath to get the word out.
"So delicate Hannah." She was right, hearing my name come from her mouth did fluster me, but much more this time than the last.
I gripped the bed sheets as tight as I possibly could as I felt something moving along the inner part of my underwear. That was my weakness. Right there.
"Keep-" I gasped quietly and turned my head to the side, allowing Mavis to continue what she was doing.
"Mavis..."
"Ahem."
I heard a voice come from the door, and quickly brought my knees back together, fixing my skirt, then searching for Mavis who was awkwardly positioned on the floor.
"Hey, Lana." Lana? Oh, Lana right.
"Hey May. Hello Hannah." She redirected her gaze towards me, and I waved back with red cheeks, embarrassed for her to see me like this.
"You two know each other." Bet your ass we do, or at least we used to.