Why do I feel this way?

Chapter 90: Teenagers Again

Vivian nudged Siobhan's arm, prompting the blonde to slip her arm into Vivian's, gripping her forearm gently. Smiling, she rested her head on Vivian's shoulder as the brunette led them into the main arcade and up the stairs to the pool tables. They were the only ones up there. Before pulling a cue stick from the wall and handing it to her wife, Vivian pressed a kiss to the top of Siobhan's head. "Have you played before?"

Siobhan met Vivian's gaze with an unreadable expression before a playful smirk curled her lips. "I guess you'll just have to find out," she said, winking. Vivian rolled her eyes fondly and sauntered toward the table, swinging her hips purposefully as she racked the balls for a game of 8-ball. Before they moved on to a round of 9-ball, she wanted to give Siobhan a warmup. There was no way she was going to break—she had set it up, after all.

She positioned the cue ball and gestured for Siobhan to line up her shot. The blonde bent over, locking eyes with Vivian before her smile turned coy. In a low voice, she murmured, "Can you help me?" Vivian crossed her arms, tilting her head as she arched an eyebrow in amusement. Siobhan's eyes flicked behind her briefly before returning to Vivian's. The brunette chuckled softly as she moved behind her wife, settling her hands on Siobhan's hips and pulling her close.

"First, you're not bent over far enough," she murmured, guiding Siobhan's stance. One arm wrapped around Siobhan's waist as Vivian adjusted her grip on the cue stick, aligning her for the shot. "You want to hit just above the center of the cue ball. That'll give it a forward spin." Siobhan shivered at the softness of Vivian's voice, biting her lip as warmth spread down her spine. As Vivian rested her chin on Siobhan's shoulder, the blonde hummed, "I love when you talk dirty to me."

Siobhan took the shot. As she straightened, Vivian gave a gentle thrust forward, pressing Siobhan into the table. The blonde gasped, squirming slightly before glancing over her shoulder. "I guess I'm solids," she murmured. Vivian smirked, her voice low. "Good shot, baby."

As Siobhan studied the layout of the table, Vivian observed her with growing amusement. She could practically see the gears turning as her wife formed a plan. "Bon, you've done this before, haven't you?" Siobhan chuckled, chalking the tip of her cue. "What makes you think that?"

Vivian could barely focus. She never imagined her Bon Bon being so competitive—or this skilled at pool. Watching Siobhan confidently move around the table, lining up each shot with precision, made Vivian's face heat. She tugged at the collar of her shirt, fanning herself slightly.

Then, without warning, Siobhan positioned herself in front of Vivian, angling for a difficult shot. She tilted her head slightly, seemingly struggling to find the right angle—until she turned toward Vivian, arching her back as she slid the cue stick behind her. She bit her lip, her gaze sweeping slowly over Vivian's body.

Oh, she knows exactly what she's doing.

Siobhan smirked, fully aware of the effect she was having on her wife. Even though she missed the shot, she looked completely satisfied with herself. Vivian, however, had already made up her mind.

Before Siobhan could react, Vivian closed the distance, positioning herself between her wife's legs and gripping beneath her thighs to lift her onto the table. Her lips ghosted against Siobhan's ear as she whispered, "One more shot like that, and I'm taking you somewhere more private."

Siobhan grinned. "Is that a threat?" Vivian nibbled gently on her earlobe before breathing, "It's a promise."

Laughter echoed up the stairs, accompanied by approaching footsteps. Vivian stepped back abruptly, clearing her throat as Siobhan hopped off the table. They exchanged a glance before Siobhan smirked, nudging Vivian's shoulder. "Your turn, Viv."

Vivian slid her hands into her back pockets, willing the heat in her face to fade. "Right," she muttered, striding over to grab her cue stick. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. The tension between them had definitely shifted. And now, with others joining them on the second floor, they had to behave— for now.

Siobhan had no idea how good Vivian was at shooting pool, but she quickly figured it out. One ball after the other into the various pockets across the table. She created impressive spins on the cue ball, flawlessly setting up her next shot. Siobhan leaned against the wall with her arms folded, completely entranced by her wife. Vivian ran the table sinking the 8-ball into the corner pocket. Siobhan pushed herself off the wall walking towards the table. Her eyes scanned the room, ensuring no one was watching before she playfully smacked Vivian's ass. The sharp smack echoed just enough to be noticeable.

Surprised by Siobhan's actions she squealed, quickly grabbing the attention of the crowd. Siobhan laughed as Vivian spun around smacking her arm in retaliation. The brunette narrowed her eyes at her love taking her hand, "we gotta go— now..." The adults dispersed through the room smirking knowing what their sudden departure meant— the tension was clear from the time they walked up the stairs.

They made it out to the car and Vivian walked Siobhan to the passenger side. The two felt like teenagers as Vivian pinned Siobhan against the car. Vivian leaned in, connecting their lips in a heated and passionate kiss. Siobhan gently placed her hand on Vivian's chest pushing her away. "I'm driving." She arched her eyebrows curiously before dangling the car keys between them. Siobhan smiled mischievously as she grabbed the keys and jogged to the driver's side.

Siobhan peeled out of the car park heading the opposite direction of their condo. Vivian faced Siobhan asking quietly, "where are we going, Bon?" The blonde smirked, "you'll see..." her voice had a slow, raspy and luring tone. She continued, "I don't know if we'll be screaming each other's names or—" She dragged out the pause, letting it settle between them before finishing, "Jumanji. But one or the other is happening tonight." Vivian bit her lip, her fingers tightening slightly on Siobhan's thigh.

Yeah, she knew exactly what that meant. A spark of self-consciousness flickered in the back of Vivian's mind. She thought back to the night she triggered the flashback for Siobhan. Her demeanor remained hopeful as she pushed the vision out and let excitement take over.