this side of paradise, reneé rapp

lock broken, slur spoken: iv

"Yeah, just like that."

Maybe she would.

With half-lidded eyes, Cason tried to look at the girl who was on her knees in front of her. Both of her hands were on top of the girl's head, gripping blonde locks tightly in an attempt to ground herself. Her eyes locked with soft, greenish and blueish ones, and her brain started to create and flash images she didn't want to see right now.

It was definitely over now.

Cason bucked her hips and felt the blonde's tongue move skillfully against her. She drew in a sharp breath, a gasp, and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, stilling herself and moving the girl's head instead. That elicited a wanton moan from Cason, her eyes forcing themselves shut, knowing the blonde couldn't breath while she used her mouth.

"Fuck, El. I'm gonna come," Cason sighed.

And Eliana hummed in response, sending vibrations up Cason's body.

At that moment, Cason nearly fell onto the cold floor. Her knees buckled and she lost control, moving her hips against Eliana's mouth like it was the last thing she would ever do. The grip her hands had on Eliana's hair tightened, holding her still as she took over. Her eyes were pressed shut, but she felt as if she could see everything clearly.

For a moment, a millisecond, Cason opened her eyes. She spotted Eliana's face, so cute and so eager-looking, that she started to rack her brain for the latest memory where Reneé had even looked at her that way. Cason groaned as she sorted through her memories—not because she couldn't find any—but because her high had begun fading.

No, no, no, no, no—

"Fuck!" Cason grunted.

She couldn't do it with someone who wasn't Reneé.

So, she won't.

Cason closed her eyes and made a horrible attempt at faking an orgasm, letting out a few choice sounds loudly, before pushing Eliana's head away and pulling her underwear and jeans back up. She ran her fingers through her hair, still panting rapidly as she caught her breath, the familiar feeling of slight anger and frustration creeping into her mind.

"Okay, you're really bad at that," Eliana said as she got up from the floor.

Cason glanced at her reddish knees. "At what?"

"You definitely didn't come," Eliana laughed, unoffended.

"I did," Cason mumbled faintly, "How would you even know otherwise?"

"You didn't, Case," Eliana said, "You don't have to lie. I don't care. Really."

Embarrassed and shocked, Cason slumped down onto the couch. She groaned, but she didn't exactly know what she was angry at. It wasn't because of Eliana, who was walking to her room completely bare, because she had done almost everything right. It was Cason, herself, who had done everything completely wrong, and she hated herself.

It had all begun when she had agreed.

She really should not have done that.

It had seemed right at the moment; calling her friend and asking to be picked up. Cason had needed Eliana's help, but it had not been in her plans to need Eliana in other ways. But it had seemed right at the time. Eliana had been trying to make a move on her for months, and it had seemed like the proper thing to do in exchange for a favor.

In hindsight, she absolutely should've known better.

Cason spoke just as Eliana stepped into the living room, "But I did—"