Soft ~ wlw one shots

Paradise ❀02❀

A/N: There's tiny bit of boy on boy action in this chapter as well :D Solidarity <3

Backpfeifengesicht

Language: German

Meaning: A face badly in need of a fist/punching.

〜 ALI'S POV 〜

"Dare."

The moment the word left the girl's mouth, she groaned in annoyance. The room suddenly cheered with excitement, but I had no idea what was going on.

The girl spoke, "Wait, wait guys, no I didn't-"

"YES YOU DID OH MY GOD." Nate shouted. "Gabe, use it wisely, this may be the one and only time she'll do a dare."

From the corner of my eye, I saw that she face-palmed herself as we all waited for the dare.

I was so going to kill Nate. His dumb smirk desperately needed to be punched out of his face. That was the only way he could change, with a fist in his happy-go-lucky freaking face.

Forcing me into his stupid party and then his stupid games. My shelf of books was waiting for me upstairs and I was stuck playing spin the bottle with jocks and their girlfriends. Just because he was older than me by two months, my cousin thought he had every right over me.

Somehow, knowing Nate, I knew there'd be a new party at his house every day. But boo-hoo, my parents decide to disappear all of a sudden, God knows where, and leave me with Auntie Elo and Uncle Brad and their can't-take-no-for-an-answer son, Nathan, who's a notorious party animal. Which was okay, since I usually spent my time on the third floor, away from the commotion of his parties. Until he started making me join them. He kept telling me that I had to 'socialize a little' and I caved in after the fourth party this week, seeing that he's incredulously insistent.

Finally, a brunette boy who was holding a redhead on his lap, spoke.

"Strip down to your underwear and stay that way till the end of the game."

The girl with the short hair whined and tried to object as the guys started to give each other high fives. Everyone inside was at least a little tipsy, hence they couldn't see the girl's anxiety about the whole situation when the boys started whistling and clapping, encouraging her.

Seeing her distress, I was about to stand up and stop this nonsense, but suddenly the girl stood up and glared at the brunette boy with the promise of revenge. His arms were draped over the redhead protectively and he was smirking at the girl who was supposed to do the dare.

After throwing the brunette boy a challenging smirk, the girl slowly kneeled down until her right knee was on the floor. She slowly untied the laces of her left boot and then started working on the other. The room was silent except for the anticipating breathing of the boys and the muffled pop music playing in the background. I leaned back on my hands and watched the show.

She stood up after untying her combat boots and got rid of them in two swift moves. Then her hands moved to the waistband of her jeans. Moving her hands to the front, after calmly unbuttoning the only button, she leisurely pulled the zipper down, all the while biting her bottom lip. I wasn't expecting what came next. As she took down her skinnies and stepped out of the puddle of fabric on the floor, my eyes widened. Those legs. Long and adorned with lean muscles, giving the impression that she spent some considerable amount of time in the gym.

Sparing us no time to be amazed over her muscular calves, her hands moved to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up in a teasing manner. When the shirt was finally off of her, I heard several gasps throughout the room, along with a few 'wow's. And seriously, wow. She had a somewhat defined six-pack and a black sports bra covering most of her toned chest. I never knew muscle could look this hot on a girl's body.