"Morning Beautiful."
I feel familiar lips against my cheek and neck. I groan attempting to push the intruder off me.
"Geh off, urg," I groan incoherently. I open one eye and see Casey smiling down at me. She laughs when I try to push her off, failing to do so, might I add.
"Cmon Ari, you have to get up. You know you have technical training first period today and Colonel Peters hates you as is," she says nudging my shoulder when I close my eye and mumble something under my breath.
Whack
Suddenly an unidentified object is hurled at my face. I roll over on my side.
"UFOs are attacking my face," I mumble around the object. I open my eyes and find that it's a t-shirt with The Linkin Park symbol on it.
"It's a T-shirt. Not a UFO, are you awake now?" Casey says laughing a bit at my comment. Her laughter is rejuvenating. I look up at her and smile sheepishly.
She is already dressed in a simple navy blue t-shirt with black jean shorts. Her hair is up in a messy bun and there are dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. I recall the previous night. I checked out Thirteen Reasons Why and read it to her last night. Neither of us wanted to stop, so we read until we finished it. It was after 3 AM when we finished. I check the time now. The clock reads 7:21 AM.
"Well it was un-identified and it flew into my face. So it was technically a UFO until I identified it," I say mostly rambling. She rolls her eyes and gets off of me so I can sit up.
"Whatever smarty pants, you gotta get dressed. Let's go," she says giving me a quick kiss on the cheek and getting off me heading into the bathroom. I sit up and quickly pull on a sports bra and the LP tee. I swing my legs over the bed and walk to the closet to find a pair of cargo pants. I walk over and start shuffling through my half of the closet. I am wearing only the shirt and panties as I lean forward to search. I jump when a hand slides around my waist and hugs me from behind.
"Calm down babe. Just me," Casey says in my ear. I take a sharp intake of breath when she tightens her grip and slides her slim fingers around my flat stomach and the edge of my panties. I bite my lip blushing hard.
"Mm. You have no idea what you do to me Ari," she says huskily kissing my neck and slides her fingers farther down into my panties.
"C-Casey," I stutter out, my face almost as deep red as my hair, "W-we a-are g-gonna be l-l-late." She doesn't move her hand anywhere and I squirm in her strong grip.
There is a knock at the door that finally makes her let me go. I let out a long breath not realizing I was holding it in the first place.
"Yo. Open up guys," Rose's voice sounds through the door.
"To be continued," Casey whispers seductively in my ear before turning around and unlocking our door. I quickly pull a pair of cargos out and slide them on. I am quickly buttoning them up when Rose comes in.
"What have you two been doing," Rose says waggling her eyebrows at me. She noticed my heavy blushing and pulling up my pants I realize and quickly turn around.
"Nothing!" I exclaim cutting Casey off before she can answer giving her a glare.
"Aw, cmon Casey. Don't go fucking her on the second day you've gotten together," she teases as she leans casually against the doorframe. I look into the mirror and run my hand through my hair. It's starting to fade to a lighter red and you can see my blonde roots. I flip my hair around a little and flatten it with a hand as I pull on a blue converse shoe. I listen into Casey and Rose's conversation.
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Roses aren't always Red
Teen Fiction[GirlxGirl/LGBT incl.]My name is Arianna Stroker. If you call me that I'll kill you. Just call me Ari. Before my mother died in the accident I went to a nice, normal school in Los Angeles. Now? I go to an all girls military style boarding school...