Sexually Invested In You

Finding That Dangerous Nerve

After Mal had unceremoniously jumped – well, Evie would more describe it as falling – from her window last night, Evie had gotten dressed and dealt with her mother's pestering, the magic mirror voice coming back into play. She had easily grown tired, so she had made an excuse to get her beauty sleep, only to lie awake another hour reminiscing in the heat she had built in her room with Maleficent's daughter before actually falling asleep.

Now, she roamed Dragon Hall's hallways, making her way to her fifth period, searching for the girl she hadn't seen all day despite sharing first period with her. She must be skipping school. Evie wouldn't be surprised honestly, the girl seeming particularly disinterested in learning, however, that guess was proved wrong when a hand clamped around her shoulder and she was turned around to face a scowling Mal, her high collar pulled even tighter around her neck.

"Hello, Mal," Evie greeted, quickly gaining a sense of their surroundings and deciding to slip into her perfected faux-oblivious state. "Enjoying the day?"

"Don't you ever shut up, Princess Blueberry?" Mal spoke through grit teeth.

Mal glanced around them for a moment before closing her fingers around the front of Evie's shirt and pulling her harshly into the nearest vacant room. Though she was well aware that this was far from the girl initiating one of their encounters, Evie still played into it, arching her eyebrow after allowing the smaller girl to push her up against the wall nearest the door; probably hoping no one passing could see them.

"Give me some make-up," Mal ordered, finally letting go of her shirt.

"You wrinkled my shirt," Evie pouted playfully, choosing to ignore the girl's wrath.

"Give me some make-up, Evie," Mal repeated, quickly losing her patience. "Or I'll do much worse than wrinkle your precious shirt."

"Oh, yeah?" Evie questioned, reaching up to twirl the ends of her hair between her fingers, a smirk forming on her face as she watched green eyes drop to watch her movement. "Like what?" It was a challenge, and she punctuated it by stepping forward to invade the girl's personal space. "Now I know you know I'm not afraid of you, M, so what's the use in using threats?"

Mal's face reddened, and Evie could tell that it wasn't only due to anger. "Okay," she forced out pleasantly. "Do you have any make-up I could borrow?"

"I'm really not sure my color would suit you," Evie giggled, thoroughly enjoying riling the girl up.

Within a second, Evie was pinned against the wall again, Mal's arm pressing against her chest as her breath hit her lips through a harsh huff. Clearly, she doesn't like being insulted. The girl's frustration only seemed to grow when another giggle escaped Evie's parted lips, but not even closing her eyes could conceal the brief glance green eyes had given glossy plump lips.

"You're testing my patience," Mal breathed out, part threat, part harmless statement.

"Am I?" Evie arched her eyebrow, dragging her bottom lip between her teeth. "Well, I might have something…"

"But…" Mal finished for her, seemingly catching on to her plan.

"But what do I get in return?"

Fierce green eyes narrowed as glossy lips curved upward, neither of them daring to break their staring contest. Evie caught the girl glancing down at her lips another time, but she wasn't about to give in and ruin her ultimatum, and so she purposefully released a light breath against the girl's lips and arched her eyebrow as if she were waiting for an answer.

"How about a swift kick in the ass?" Mal suggested furiously, teeth grinding together.

Evie pushed her lower lip into a pout. "I'm sorry, that's not something I'm willing to trade for."