lana del rey imagines

ꨄ︎ pick me, i wanna be your girlfriend ꨄ︎

"Got a minute?"

Before she can reply or even blink, you're already dragging her by the hand to the end of the hallway and into the bathroom. Certainly not for the first time but at least the place is different on this new occasion.

The moment the door is closed, she's pinned against it - the weight of your body against hers, breaths mingling.

"This dress... This dress is doin' things to me, Lana."

The words are murmured against her cherry-lipstick lips, which send shivers down her spine. She can see it clear as day, desire sparkling in your eyes as careful fingers brush soft caresses over both shoulders.

It takes all the willpower not to crash your mouth against hers, to let her know how desperate you are, how much you want her, so you place a kiss on her neck instead. The sound of her breath hitching only encourages you to continue, to press your body even closer against her own.

The fragrance of her fancy perfume impregnated on her smooth skin is intoxicating, you want to drown in it. Your hands seem to have a mind of their own as they rest on her waist, fingers gently digging into the fabric of her black dress, which is driving you to absolute madness.

She looks so, so fucking good in it, it makes your head dizzy, your skin burn, and your heart race like it wants to escape your damn ribcage.

You stop kissing her neck to bring your mouth close to her ear-god, you're already a panting mess-and beg her to please, please let you fuck her in Jen's bathroom. But before you can do so, she places her hands on your shoulders and speaks first.

"I'm seein' someone."

Your mind goes blank. You're pretty sure you stop breathing for a good five seconds before drawing your face away from the warmth of her neck and meet her gaze, frowning.

"What?"

Lana looks at you with what appears to be guilt and pity. Her cheeks are flushed, more likely due to embarrassment than excitement.

"I... I met this guy on Bumble and... He seems pretty nice."

The word guy makes you retract your hands from the comfort of her waist and take a step back.

"Nice?" You can't help the word rolling off your tongue with some bitterness. "So you have seen each other?"

Lana steps away from the door a little, fixing the skirt of her short dress to keep her hands busy.

"We already had a few dates, yes."

Hearing such a confession feels like being shot in the heart, the one that you're willing to tear from your chest for her; the same that's breaking right now because of her.

You want to ask millions of questions. But you're only able to formulate one.

"Did you fuck him?"

Lana gapes at that. Surprise and annoyance soon overwhelmed her features, the lines on her forehead forming a severe frown.

"What?! 'Course not!"

The raised volume of her voice echoes in the empty, spacious bathroom. You immediately know you're screwed. Jesus, why can't you shut your mouth?

Lana takes a deep breath to compose herself; her best friend doesn't deserve to deal with drama in her own damn bathroom. The moment her beautiful eyes reopen, her gaze is softer, as is her tone. But the words she speaks are not necessarily so.

"News flash. I don't go around fuckin' people when I'm intimate with you."

Neither of you had a friendship with benefits before but one thing was established from the beginning: no casual sex with other people. And if you do want to have it, it's discussed beforehand between both of you. Taking care of each other has always been a priority.