K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

Dancing In The Moonlight

Poppy's P.O.V

"Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes"

Bodak Yellow by Cardi B boomed through the overcrowded alcohol filled house. We arrived about an hour and a half ago and now I was looking for a certain blonde to take me home. We had just arrived back from the Bahamas yesterday and we instantly got invited to this party by an invitation that was sent through my phone in the morning. I started to get worried when Hartley wasn't back from getting my drink because I kindly asked her to.

I knew I shouldn't have done that because even though she won't admit it, she absolutely hates these scenes. She hates the alcohol and smoke and now that I think about it when she brought me home when I was drunk, I don't think she was. I think she was sober. Now it was my time to find her and bring her home, hopefully to my place though, I am in desperate need for her kisses and cuddles.

It's such a crazy thing because normally I would have just left and let any stranger take me home, as long as I get to a bed, it doesn't have to be my bed, it could be any bed. But now, I wanted to be in two beds only and that is mine and Hartley's, and I certainly would not leave unless I have Hartley by my side.

"Poppy! Hey! Let's party, come on!" I was brought back from my thoughts as I heard Richie yell in front of me as he danced around. Daggers were thrown at him as I watched him prance around in a silly manner not caring where his best friend was. So I watched him for a while before I had, had enough so I stepped closer to him and took a hold of his ear as I twisted it slightly. I heard his groans fill my ear and I gave him a silly sarcastic smile.

"Where is she Richie? Where's Hartley?" I demanded from him but all he did was kept whining and stuttering through his sentences so I sighed in annoyance before letting go of his ear and dragging him to a corner so it's more quiet. "Jeez, you're aggressive" he whined as he rubbed his ear and I rolled my eyes before I crossed my arms indicating to him that he should tell me where Hartley is or World War 3 was going to take over.

"Look the last time I saw Hart was thirty minutes ago in the backyard, she was talking to Art an--" I couldn't hear anymore to what he was saying because instantly I felt my glare harden as I strutted past him with a bitch pose and a bitch glare on my face. Why was she talking to Art? she'd rather talk to Art then her own girlfriend? was the thoughts that traveled through my mind.

I started to become upset and with all the emotions running through me I decided to grab two red solo cups filled with vodka from the kitchen as I then made my way out the backdoor, into the spacious backyard. I downed one cup and sighed as I felt the burning of the alcohol in my throat. I reserved the other though as I clenched it tightly in my hand. When I walked out the white double back doors and into the backyard, I instantly spotted them.

They weren't doing anything intimate or what not, in fact Hartley was just casually looking around, more so at the stars. However, me being me and what I felt for Hartley, I didn't like the sight at all so I strutted over to them and when I was just two feet away from them, I stepped back from Hartley's back to the front of her and without waiting to hear what she had to say I had chucked the vodka at Art.

I watched in a victorious manner as she gasped in shock and trying helplessly in wringing her hair so the vodka would come out. Not happening bitch was my last thought before I felt someone grip my forearm and I was just going to go off on this person but held it in as I felt the familiarity of the tingles that spread through me.

"Are you insane Poppy?"Hartley yelled at me and it was like a boulder was crashed into my stomach as I saw how mad she was. I didn't think she was going to get this mad, I was only stating to Art at what was mine and definitely not hers. I then glared at Hartley with hatred mixed with hurt and mixed with adoration because although I do dislike her right now, I still fucking adore her. I saw her glare back at me but then her expression seemed to falter as she realized what she said and what I might be feeling right now.