Sexually Invested In You

Beneficial, More Than Friends

After night had fallen – and after she had checked herself in the mirror for what could have possibly been the twentieth time – Evie had given up on the high hope that Mal would actually show up, finally allowing herself to drop into the chair sitting by her room's desk. It had taken her several hours to decide exactly what she was going to wear to steal the purple-haired girl's breath away, and as she picked up the cracked mirror her mother had given her she realized that it had been a waste to spend so long on her appearance, since it seemed as though she'd be entertaining herself for the weekend. Another birthday alone, she thought with a heavy sigh.

Her mother always seemed to find ways to avoid the day, and though she wasn't sure if the woman was even sane enough to remember when her birthday was the abandonment still stung. No, she shook her head, taking a heavy breath; I'm not going to feel sorry for myself this year. It's my seventeenth birthday, I'll find something to do even if it takes all weekend.

However, as soon as she pushed herself up from her chair a faint rustling noise caught her attention, and she found her pep-talk wearing off as she realized where the sound was coming from. Or do I already have something to do? A smirk fixed itself into her features as she made her way over to the window just as something purple appeared before her. Or someone. Obviously having not expected her to notice so soon, Mal's eyebrows lifted in a silent question as she lifted her hand to knock on the window quietly just before Evie slid the glass pane open.

"You remember the part about my mother being gone?" Evie questioned teasingly, stepping aside so that the girl could slip ungracefully into her room.

"Yeah?" Mal raised the end of the word in a question, letting Evie know that she wasn't sure how that fact figured into this moment.

"That means you could have used the door," Evie revealed in amusement, watching the girl closely to catch her reaction.

Mal shrugged as if it didn't matter. "You did tell me to get used to using the window."

"I did, didn't I?" Evie stepped forward into the shorter girl's space, beyond ready to get this weekend started after how long she had waited. Mal's back hit the edge of the window, and Evie loved the way the girl merely looked at her and brought her hands to rest on her hips. "And didn't you tell me that we weren't ever going to see each other again?"

"That's not what I said," Mal breathed out, a light gasp escaping her lips when Evie molded their bodies perfectly together and lowered her mouth to a pale neck. "I said we weren't going to be meeting up anymore, I didn't say anything about never seeing you again. That's impossible considering how obsessive you are."

"Obsessive?" Evie questioned, eyebrows quirking the slightest bit as she nuzzled the underside of Mal's jaw. "I'm not sure that's the proper word for me."

"Well, I think it is," Mal retorted as she dug her fingernails into Evie's hips, tugging them harshly against her own. "You never leave me alone and you never give up."

"Sounds borderline stalkerish," Evie giggled into the girl's neck before closing her teeth around the pale skin thrumming with a quick pace, smiling when a quiet, intoxicating sound was breathed into her ear.

"It is."

"Maybe it would be if you wanted me to give up and leave you alone," Evie purred seductively, abruptly gripping onto the girl's irresistible backside and squeezing. "But you never really wanted that, did you, M?"

"Actually, it was what I wanted the most in the beginning," Mal released a heavy, unsteady breath, tilting her head to the side to encourage Evie to keep going. "I didn't want to be attracted to you after I realized just how into yourself you are."