Can't keep my hands to myself

Payback

It's a hot and sticky Sunday afternoon, and even the breeze from the wide open windows can't distil the thick air. Vada and Mia were sprawled out on Vada's bed, waiting for Nick to arrive for their study date. Of course, there wasn't to be much studying to be done from Mia who was never as serious about school as her studious girlfriend. Nevertheless, she seized any opportunity to be in the soothing presence of Vada, no matter how many times she had to listen to her repeat the formula of Pi. Nick was a nice addition too; he had really embraced Mia over the past couple of months, and Mia was grateful for any ounce friendship, wherever she could find it.

'It's too hot!' Vada moans, throwing a tantrum, writhing her body around in her typical distressed Vada fashion.

'I'm literally sticking to the sheets,' Mia sighs, not even able to muster a laugh at her girlfriend's childish shenanigans.

'It's November, who decided it was okay for it to be like this in November?'

'Pretty sure it was global warming that decided on that one,' Mia jokes, eliciting a slight exhale from the nose of her restless girlfriend.

Vada pouts at the heat, throwing herself on her back, spreading herself out on the sheets like a starfish. As she closes her eyes, her chest rises and falls rapidly. Mia turns her head towards her. Her eyes quickly fixate on the smaller girl, the rise and fall of her chest, her tightly closed eyes, the small beads of sweat travelling down her temple, the breathy exhales leaving her lips.... Her mouth twinges at the sight, and she suddenly feels herself growing in heat if that were even possible. The only times she was used to seeing her girlfriend this hot and bothered was usually during very different scenarios. God, she hated how attractive her girlfriend managed to look even at the most inconvenient times. The heat of the room quickly erases the image from her head though, as she tries to train her mind on anything other than how unbearably suffocated she was feeling. She shifts her gaze back to the ceiling.

'I need to cool down.'

'You're not the only one,' Mia blushes, her eyes stuck steadily at the ceiling.

'I'm gonna see if we have any popsicles, hopefully Amelia didn't eat them all at 3 am again.' Vada says, peeling herself from the slightly damp sheet and stumbling to her bedroom door.

Mia tries to find a comfortable laying position, wrestling the sheets underneath her, picking up one of Vada's study cards and fanning at herself furiously.

'No luck!' Vada shouts, slamming the door behind. 'I swear to God I'm kill Amelia when she gets back.'

'No popsicles?'

'Nope, only ice,' Vada says holding up a humorously large jug filled to the brim with ice cubes.

'I guess that will do,' Mia replies, as Vada throws herself stomach-down, back down onto the sheets, shovelling a fist of ice into her mouth in the process. Mia rolls over onto her stomach to join her at the foot of the bed, crunching down onto the ice for a moment of relief.

'Can you rub some ice on my back or something?' Vada sighs, 'I'm literally about to implode.'

'Sure, but 5 minutes only, and then it's my turn.'

'Well in 5 minutes Nick will be here, so I guess I'll tap out at 2 and a half and then it can be your turn.'

'And then we can have nick rub ice on the both of us when he gets here,' Mia jokes.

'Ewwwww Mia... I don't wanna ever live in a world where Nick is rubbing ice on me, or on you for the that matter.' Vada laughs, a look of pure disgust laced in her expression

'You don't like the thought of Nick rubbing me down? I think it would be kind of cute,' Mia teases, rolling up Vada's shirt at the bottom and gently rubbing a piece of ice on her back in soothing swirls.