Blood Flower (girl x girl) [COMPLETE]

chapter 5: A Bud

"And on today's menu, we have whisky with some tonic," Vella announced with a heavy French accent, turning around to face Lara with two round cups in her hands. She grabbed a pair of tongs and dropped a single ice cube into each cup. "On the rocks."

Lara took a cup over from her. The two girls had already reached Vella's apartment which was on a street that the officer had never heard of before. Not that it was strange, she barely knew this part of town anyway. The place was well-made, with furniture and art work nicely placed- it almost looked like the house had come out of a magazine. A fascinating and surprisingly mature home for the young girl. Lara was impressed.

They were standing on opposite sides of Vella's kitchen island as the smaller girl prepared their drinks for the night. Things were going smoothly even after the ride home, with Vella now pretending to be a posh bartender for the two of them. It might be expensive to go out for drinks now, but right now, the officer preferred this. It was cozy and personal in Vella's apartment, and there was nothing to distract them from each other. Lara could feel her cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and so was her core, but she didn't want this atmosphere to dissipate. It was too fun, too enjoyable.

"Cheers!" Vella exclaimed, clinking their glasses together. "Last one to finish has to do a sexy dance."

"Wait, what?" Lara choked out, her eyes widening as she saw her date throw her head back. Crap. Closing her eyes, the officer did the same, but even she knew that it was too late.

By the time she was chugging the last of her drink, she heard the sound of glass against ceramic. When she swallowed her drink, her suspicions were confirmed. Vella had finished the drink before her, and it seemed like she was already trying to find a song to play from her speaker.

Lara felt her stomach grow warm as the whisky went down her throat. Gosh, dance? There was something that the police officer certainly was not, and that was to have a sense of rhythm.

"Dance for me, come on," Vella grinned, clicking play and letting a slow sensual song fill the quiet apartment.

"I need more drinks for this," Lara grimaced, running a hand through her hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail.

The officer felt a fingertip trace along her collarbone, the motion slow and deliberate. Lara had to close her eyes to steady herself as goosebumps raced up her arms, her body thrumming with anticipation. No, she did not like the idea of trying to dance- let alone a sexy dance- but she did enjoy the electricity in the air. The sparks were so strong. The officer had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to prevent an audible groan of disappointment from slipping through her lips as the finger moved away.

Lara heard the sound of a chair being dragged along the floor, and saw Vella plop herself down upon it with the opened bottle of whisky in her hand. A bottle of temptation. Lara really wanted to get down and drunk.

"Give me a good show and I'll reward you with more," Vella said, teasing her with the raised bottle in her hand.

Gosh, Lara really needed more alcohol for this. She eyed the bottle hungrily, wanting the feeling of more intoxication, but it was almost like the smaller girl could sense what she wanted. Maintaining eye contact, Vella took a big swing from the whisky, making a face after she swallowed the harsh liquid.

"Dance, or I'll finish it before you can get to it."

Well.

Lara didn't have much hesitation left in her. Not with the anticipation racing through her body, her body feeling the sparks every time she made eye contact with Vella. Not with the whisky already warming her from the inside. Not with the promise of more whisky. And not with the way in which Vella was demanding her to dance.

How could she say no?

Walking over to the chair where Vella was sitting, Lara pulled the entire thing- both the chair and the girl sitting on it- towards herself. Her hands ran up her own body, tugging on the ends of her own ponytail in a manner that she hoped was sexual. She felt good. She only could hope that she looked good too. Lara could barely hear the music in the background. The only thing she could care about was the burning fire between the two of them, and a nagging ache in her core that demanded to be quelled.

Her hands ran down Vella's thighs, exposed under her short dress, before sitting herself down on top of her lap. Vella's own rapid breathing matched hers as her own hands reacted, feeling Lara's torso over the thin material of her clothes. As promised, Lara was rewarded with the mouth of the whisky bottle at her lips.

"Good girl," Vella murmured, tipping the bottle higher to force more of it out.

Lara tried to protest, but Vella grabbed her hand and stopped her. Drops of whisky leaked out of the corners of her mouth, dribbling down to her chin and dropping onto her shirt. The officer drank, her throat burning as the whisky went down, but she liked the feeling of it.

"Take this off," Vella growled, pulling her hair tie out of Lara's hair, letting her dark hair flow around her shoulders.

The sexy dance was barely a dance to begin with, but now it certainly wasn't a dance anymore. The only dance moves in this nightclub was the hungry grinding of hips by the girls, hands tugging at clothes, pulling at hair, their motions fueled by the alcohol. Lara's breathing was getting more erratic. Vella's lips, once at Lara's own lips, had trailed down to her neck, leaving a line of bites. Each time she felt her date's teeth close around her skin, the officer let out a gasp. Her fingers gripped on tighter to Vella's dress, already hitching it up past her waist.

The action came to a stop as the chair almost tipped backwards. Both girls let out a scream, before the chair righted itself once more.

Lara laughed.

"Bedroom?" Vella suggested, chuckling too. "I think that this chair isn't big enough for the both of us."

Giving her a gentle kiss, Lara grabbed the smaller girl and lifted her. Vella squealed, wrapping her legs around the officer's waist.

"This way."

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Written on: 21 Nov 2022

Edited on: 28 Nov 2022