Feral Daydreams 🎀

When Sparks Fly (🌸/🔥)

Samantha, a striking goth girl at Lily's workplace, was of Puerto Rican descent. Despite numerous attempts to engage her, she remained unfazed. One day, in a bustling coffee shop, Lily accidentally collided with her, sending Samantha's books tumbling to the floor. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" Samantha snapped, her irritation palpable.

Looking up at Samantha through her thick lashes, Lily offered a sheepish smile, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Clumsy me,” she said with a nervous laugh. “Here, let me help you with that.” She quickly crouched down, the hem of her tight skirt riding up slightly as she carefully gathered the scattered books, making sure to avoid touching anything else that belonged to Samantha.

“There,” Lily said, straightening up and holding the books out with a warm smile. “All better now.” Her gaze locked with Samantha’s, and a playful glint sparkled in her eyes as she added with a teasing lilt, “Maybe we should stick together next time—might save us from making a mess again.” Her tone was lighthearted, but there was no mistaking the flicker of curiosity as she took in the striking presence of the goth girl before her.

Samantha let out a scoff, not quite buying into Lily's playful banter. She crossed her arms over her chest, arching an eyebrow at the tight skirt.

"You think you're so clever, huh?" she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You should really watch where you're going, even if you are trying to show off those legs."

Despite her annoyed tone, there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes as she observed Lily, taking in her delicate but confident demeanor.

Undeterred by Samantha's prickly response, Lily continued to flash her a charming smile. She brushed off the criticism with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Hey, someone’s gotta bring a little excitement to this place! Can’t blame a girl for flaunting what she’s got, right?” Her voice was smooth as velvet, with just a hint of mischief.

Leaning in closer, Lily’s dark eyes sparkled with intrigue as she studied Samantha’s face, drinking in every detail – the pierced nose, the edgy tattoos, the way her lipstick seemed to pull her features into a sultry pout. There was something undeniably captivating about this mysterious goth girl, and Lily found herself drawn in, eager to unravel the secrets hidden beneath her tough exterior. “So, Samantha... what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” she purred, her tone a playful mix of flirtation and genuine curiosity.

Samantha's eyes narrowed slightly at the charming smile, her resistance starting to crumble just a bit. But she kept her cool, refusing to show how much Lily's words were affecting her.

"What's it to you?" she retorted, her voice a little less cold than before.

She paused for a brief moment, studying Lily's confident and flirtatious demeanor. A subtle smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Just trying to get some caffeine." She shrugged nonchalantly, trying to seem disinterested despite the growing interest in her eyes.

Lily chuckled softly at Samantha's coy response, her own smirk mirroring the other woman's. “Well, I think I can help you with that,” she said, gesturing towards the counter. “But first, how about we ditch this crowd and grab that coffee somewhere more... intimate?” Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, laden with suggestive undertones.

Lily reached out, lightly trailing a finger along Samantha's arm, feeling the goosebumps rise beneath her touch. There was a thrill in the connection, a spark of electricity that sent a shiver down her spine. She leaned in closer, her lips barely brushing against Samantha's ear as she whispered, “I know this quaint little spot just around the corner. Cozy atmosphere, great coffee... and plenty of opportunities for us to get to know each other better.”