Don't Blame Me: Genius

You make me sick

*smut scene*
~Tess pov~
Monday Night
I waited at the front door until I saw Hope walk up on the sidewalk. She made sure she didn't want to be seen. She was wearing a black hoodie with a black tank top underneath, black jeans, and black converse. I opened up the door before she reached the knob.

"Whoa. How did you know I was here," her eyes waved side to side as she grinned.

I rubbed the nape of my neck nervously, "I waited for you. I saw you through the peephole," I chuckled.

"Oh cool. Well, can I come in?," She stands there in the dark as I forget what it's like to have her over.

I let Hope in, grab two waters for us and show the way upstairs. Hope sat on my bed quietly with her hands in her lap. Her eyes beamed around the room almost as if it was a foreign place, technically.
Hope is staring out of my window with a frown on her face. I sat down beside her, she looked back towards me.

"You know I thought out of the two of us, I would be the one to sneak off," I joked.

"Well, I got bored. And I wanted to see you," she says nervously. I smiled. "What's up with the sheriff and deputy?," she asked. I gave a confused look.
"I mean like the late hours over here, dinner and stuff?,".

"Oh I don't know. It's just dinner, didn't he bring y'all some too?,". Hope made a face that told me no. "Oh man. Well him and mom just sit and chat, no biggie. As for Peyton, I hate that guy," Hope laughed at me. It's true though, he's a pain.

Hope softens her voice, "Do you know if they found out anything else?,".

I lowered my head, "No. Just what they told me. They have a fingerprint, possibly mine,".

I caught a glimpse of a scared look on Hope's face, her eyes were wide, eyebrows raised, but she straightened her face quickly so that I wouldn't notice. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing" she faked a smile. "Just tell me," I pleaded.

She smiles, "Tess, it's hot in your room," she changes the subject. "I have to take this off," Hope removes the black hoodie she's wearing. I motioned to the drinks I sat on the dresser, "oh, here's your water," I stood to get both drinks. I heard Hope stand up behind me, "that's not what I want, nor need,".

I turn around to face Hope. She's inching closer to me with her eyes locked on mine. "And what do you need?," I matched my wide eyed gaze with an attractive tone. Hope sets both hands upon my waist, taking glances between my lips and eyes. I didn't have but three inches, maybe, between the dresser and myself but that didn't stop Hope from guiding me backwards. "Fuck, the water." I hit the corner of the dresser. Hope smirked, "It's okay, I'm gonna make you spill too,".

Hope lays a gentle kiss on my lips. Both hands trickled up my body to remove my top, leading into another kiss, this one more passionate. The taste of love and hate are dancing on our tongue. I reached to unbutton Hope's jeans, she broke the kiss slightly to unravel herself out of her clothes. She swiftly removed the rest of my clothing. Hope tongued her way down my body leaving patterns of wet marks that may turn into hickies later. I shivered at the invincible feeling of seeing Hope on her knees. I give in to a moan once she kisses the inside of my thigh. Hope props my left leg up on the dresser, the right still planted. She lines her tongue across my vulva slowly, almost as a warning. A second time is a promise. The sensation I feel corrects my head to tilt back and moan. A simple tug of Hope's hair while I thrust her face, leaves her looking up with an evil grin. Hope opens me up with two fingers earning a loud gasp from me. "You gonna cum on my hand?," she chants. At the same time, Hope windmills her tongue around my clit faster, "mmm yeah more," and faster, "come on, come on more," and faster, " ohh yeah, im-im gonna-i-," a wave of heat crashed over me, my thrust became rapid,  and with no shame my body fell limp into Hope's arms. "Wanna taste?." she grinned.
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I lay on my bed with Hope in my arms. This was the best time we've had in a while, and I'm in love with every second of it.

"It's my print," Hope blew out a breath.
"What?" I stop running my hands through her hair to sit up.

Hope sits up on the edge of the bed. "They found it at the scene, and it was a match. The fingerprint is mine," she starts to sob.

"Why didn't you tell me you were in serious trouble?," I asked her.

"Our stories don't match anyway so it doesn't matter," she pouts.

"So that means I'm in the clear?," I said it outloud but I meant to say it in my head. Hope scrunched her face up at me as if to say you make me sick. I probably do.

"And with that shitty ass comment, I'm going to go home," she grabs her hoodie and sneaks back out the door. My phone buzzes.

Hope: Oh btw, i looked through mommy's files. The information they get is anonymous. So no, you might not be in the clear. Have a good night :)

Fucking fire.

AN; it's a shortie but with important points.<3