tongue of the serpent ➵ a.b.

Chapter 11: Dust

I feel his body grinding up against mine. I feel his heavy breaths on my neck. "I've always wanted you," he whispers. I kiss him and he kisses back. He teases me by biting my lip and slipping his hand to my crotch. I open my legs slightly and he moves downward. He feels my walls through my pants and I rub his erection against my sweating body. His hair was every which way, due to me grabbing while making out.

I slip off his shirt and kiss his stomach, something he didn't let me do last time: Andy. I feel with my lips up his chest and make my way to his neck. I nibble slightly while Andy pulls off my shirt. He slips his hands behind my back to slip off my bra. I feel his soft hands trying to find the hook. The metal passes against my skin, making my spine tingle. The feeling is so intense that I -

"RING RING!" sounds the alarm clock. I push forward my hand to press the snooze button as the body below me disappears quickly.

A dream. But for the first time in forever, a dream wasn't a nightmare. Essentially it was a nightmare, haha, get it? But it was a good dream. I hate to admit.

I let the alarm snooze a couple times until I officially open my eyes for the first time for the day. A beam of sunlight was shining through the curtain. It hit the mirror, which made the dust in the beam above my head light up. Dust everywhere. I was breathing it in every second. Making my lungs contract and burst in an effort to purify the oxygen I breathe without intention. They swell like balloons, like our own universe. They swell to a size the creator can withhold and then they deflate. A universe made of oxygen and nitrogen. And dust.

I sit up and notice Kane is somewhat awake, texting drowsily on his phone. He seems not phased by the heavy dust and debris circling his face.

I get up from the mattress and drag my body into the kitchen for some water. My throat was parched and dry. I went to the bathroom, straightened my hair, brushed my teeth, put on some heavy eyeliner, and voila!

At 10, the guys pile into the van and we head to the rehearsal studio down the street. Week three of competition was just getting started.

We walked into the lobby just as Defect Rhymez came in the door. They gave us dirty looks, but that didn't phase me.

We walk into a room with the one big mirror. BVB is there and they're...arguing?

"I think it should be a KISS song!" Jinxx mildly protests.

"What about Queen?" Andy adds, making the guys cringe.

We walked towards them and stopped right before we landed in the middle of the disagreement.

I stand up mentally to the guys. "What's wrong?"

Ashley sighs and scratches his head, Belle grabbing onto his arm. "The theme this week is Genre Classics. They're arguing about what song to choose."

I sigh and roll my eyes to the back of my skull. Really guys? "Why not just let us pick?"

"Well..." Jake suggests, "we could always do Nikki," completely ignoring me.

"I like the idea of KISS," Ashley consults, putting on his thinking cap.

CC, silent this whole time, comes out of the blue. "How about Love Gun?"

"By KISS?" Andy asks, suspicious.

"Yeah."

Andy concentrates and turns his head towards me, scanning my body. Pervert alert!

Andy smirks, "Let's do it!"

There were agreeing nods and the guys set off the practice the musicality, leaving me and Andy alone.