The next morning, the sunlight filtered through the windows, illuminating the room with a warm glow. Delilah stirred, slowly waking from her slumber, a small smile gracing her lips once she caught a glimpse of her roommate curled up against her, snoring softly. Delilah admired her features - the delicate curve of her nose, the softness of her lips, the way her eyelashes fanned out against her cheeks. Giving into her intrusive thoughts, Delilah reached out, gently caressing her cheek with the back of her hand. Blair stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and for a moment, the two girls simply stared at each other, their faces mere inches apart.
"Morning, buttercup." Delilah whispered, her voice barely above a whisper
"Morning, peaches." Blair murmured, a small smile playing on her lips
"Yup, I still hate that nickname." Delilah groaned, rolling her eyes playfully as she shifted away from Blair
"Don't worry, it'll grow on you." Blair laughed, pulling Delilah back into her arms
"Alright, it's official: you've lost your privileges. Now get out of my bed." Delilah grumbled, trying to wriggle free from Blair's grasp
"Why don't you make me?" Blair challenged, a mischievous spark glinting in her eyes as she straddled her roommate, pinning her wrists above her head
"You're not playing fair." Delilah breathed, her voice barely audible
"All's fair in love and war, Del." Blair whispered, her voice a low caress, no longer playful, but edged with a startling sincerity that stole Delilah's breath
Delilah may have allowed a lot to fly — the nicknames, the invasion of her side of the closet, the stolen glances in an institution ran by neurodivergent priests — but being bound, being pinned, being at the mercy of anyone's control? That was a line etched in steel. A slow, smug smile touched her own lips, a predator's smile that promised a reversal of fortunes. She bucked her hips, not to throw Blair off, but to unbalance her. At the same moment, she twisted her wrists, not pulling away, but turning her hands to grasp Blair's forearms. Using Blair's own weight and momentum against her, she rolled them over again in a single, graceful motion. Now she was on top, the positions utterly reversed. She caught both of Blair’s wrists in one hand, pressing them into the mattress above Blair's head, mirroring Blair's hold but with a firmer, more deliberate grip.
"If it's war, you should know you just unlocked a predator." Delilah continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper
"And if it's love?" Blair asked, her voice husky
"If it's love, then you should know I'm a possessive one." Delilah whispered, the words a secret for Blair alone
"Mm, is that so?" Blair breathed, a challenge and an invitation
"Utterly. I don't share. I don't compromise on what's mine. If anyone has the audacity to fuck with what's mine, they will find that this predator doesn’t just hunt for sport. She protects her own. Viciously." Delilah affirmed, her free hand coming up to brush a stray strand of hair from Blair's forehead
"Del..." Blair breathed, the name a prayer, a surrender, a wish
"Blair. This... what we're dancing around... It can be whatever we want it to be. But my terms are non-negotiable." Delilah says, her voice soft but serious, all playfulness gone
"Your terms?" Blair blinked, her brows furrowing in a state of confusion
"Consent isn't a one-time permission slip. It's ongoing, revocable. It's a constant conversation, especially with me. Especially with... how I am. I need to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you are with me. That you feel safe. Always." Delilah said, her gaze unwavering
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Terror trio: back in action
Fanfictionone year after the movie theater massacre, Jake, Devon, and Lexy end up together again in a Catholic school ran by nuns and a strict priest. The three of them try and figure out how to fit into their new lifestyle, but it won't be as easy as they ho...
