BETWEEN OUR LIPS. paige bueckers

thirty

Kai grins to herself as she sets up her phone, carefully positioning it to capture the whole prank. She wanted to get back at Paige for her little outburst after the loss against Notre Dame.

The fake hickey makeup looks shockingly real, even to her, and she can already imagine Paige's reaction. It's going to be hilarious.

Once she's ready, she calls out, "Hey, Paige! Can you come here for a second?"

Paige walks into the room, her usual playful smile fading the moment she catches sight of the purplish mark on Kai's neck. Her brow furrows, eyes narrowing in disbelief.

"Kai... what the fuck is that?" Paige's voice is low, almost dangerous, and her eyes are fixed on the fake hickey like it's some sort of offense she needs to settle.

Kai's heart skips a beat, a tinge of guilt creeping in, but she tries to play it off, forcing a casual shrug. "Oh, this? It's nothing, just... you know..."

Paige steps closer, crossing her arms, her gaze unwavering. "Nothing? You don't just get a hickey by accident, Kai." Her voice is a mixture of frustration and something possessive, something Kai didn't expect but feels deeply aware of now.

Kai laughs nervously, hoping Paige will ease up. "Paige, really, it's... not what it looks like. Let's just forget about it."

But Paige isn't letting it go. She tilts her head, her eyes darkening as she reaches out, her fingers grazing the spot on Kai's neck. "Why would you even think this is okay?" she murmurs, her tone laced with something more intense than anger—a mix of jealousy and possessiveness that sends a thrill down Kai's spine.

Kai tries to distract her, but Paige steps closer, her hand lingering on Kai's neck as she leans in, her voice barely a whisper. "I don't think you understand, Kai." Paige's fingers trail softly along Kai's collarbone, her thumb brushing over the mark with just enough pressure to send a shiver through Kai. "If anyone's leaving marks on you... it's going to be me."

Kai opens her mouth to respond, but the words die as Paige's lips brush softly, deliberately, over her neck. The light touch of her mouth grows more heated, and Kai's breath hitches as Paige's hand settles on her waist, pulling her closer. "Paige... wait..." Kai stammers, trying to maintain the joke, though her voice sounds less convincing by the second.

Paige pulls back just enough to look at her, eyes blazing. "No," she murmurs, her tone firm. "You're not getting away with this."

Kai's heart races as Paige's mouth returns to her neck, more possessive this time, her lips pressing firmly, leaving a real mark over the fake one. Paige's kisses trail downward, each one lingering longer, as if she's making sure there's no doubt left. Kai can feel her face flush, realizing she might've underestimated Paige's reaction. The intensity, the firm touch, the way Paige's hands grip her waist—they all make her feel like Paige isn't just reacting; she's staking her claim.

Finally, Paige pulls back slightly, admiring her work, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. "There. Now there's no question about who you're with," she murmurs, her voice low, still holding that possessive edge.

Kai swallows, trying to keep her cool, but she can't help the thrill that Paige's reaction sparks in her. "Paige... it's actually..." She hesitates, feeling a hint of nervous laughter bubbling up. "It's just makeup. I thought... I thought it'd be funny for TikTok."

Paige's expression shifts to surprise, followed by a smirk. "So, you wanted to make me jealous?" she asks, crossing her arms, though her tone softens. "Well, congratulations, Kai. You got exactly what you wanted."

Kai smirks, "not yet." Paige raises her eyebrows in confusion. Kai says nothing, she pushes Paige into the bedroom with one thing on her mind.

"Kai, you are so not fucking me with my strap." Paige says shaking her head, Kai pays no attention to the blonde. Paige audibly gulps as Kai's mouth leaves open mouthed kisses along her neck and jaw.