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Hand Over the Sports Bra

Josie's POV: 

After Freya leaves, shutting the door, I finally exhale, breathing out air I didn't know I was holding. Hope makes her way over to the bag, hips swaying, a confident air around her, pulling everything out. The normally tidy and neat Hope Mikaelson is just throwing everything out of the bag, this way and that, one of her bras is flung at me, landing in my lap. "Damn! My sports bra. Can you pass it over?" I say nothing an idea popping in my head. The idea is very unlike me, but who cares. I'll get back at her for stealing my ipod, and teasing me. She groans, looking at me, "Jo~ not now. Please not now. My aunts will hear. They'll think something is up." I smirk, "I don't know what you're talking about." She rolls her eyes, stripping in front of me, pulling on a short pair of shorts and Alyssa's holey shirt. There are holes everywhere in that shirt, damn. She moves towards me, raising an eyebrow. "Give please." She holds her hand out, waiting, but to no avail. I will not cave. I keep a firm grasp of the bra, and she gives me a look I can't read. "Fine. Two can play." All of a sudden, she sits down on my lap, straddling me, a huge smirk on her face. My face goes bright red, as she leans in close, her lips ever so close to my ear. "Give it to me, Jo~" I melt on the spot. I can't help it. I'm a teenager! This stuff happens. I think? Or am I just a  sexual-ish thinking person? I blame Penelope, she was always so lewd. I am still grasping onto the bra, but my grip has slackened immensely, easier to grab. Just as she's about to reach, I bring my hand to her clavicle, pushing her back a bit, before deciding to try and distract her. Fuck it. I lean into her, pressing my lips to hers, as her hands change their set course, and cup my face. She bites her lip, and I kiss her again. "We shouldn't do this Josie, we're not thinking. I get you want to play the game with my aunts, going along with the fact that they think we're together, but I don't want to hurt you." I look at her, puzzled, "You'd never hurt me, Hope." She looks at me, a melancholy silence and look in her eyes, before I kissed her again. Sliding out from underneath her, grinning, I make my way to the mess of clothes on the floor, "Sorry Hope. I have to change, don't I?" She hums tucking herself into bed, taking up a lot of space, before bounding out of bed quickly to rush to the closet to grab three blankets, and a pair of socks, pulling them on, and burying herself in the bed with the blankets. 

Hope's POV: 

Josie has my bra. She's going to be the death of me. I try to take it from her, by trying to seductively whisper in her ear, to loosen her grip on the bra. It fails, and all of sudden her lips are on mine. I can't help myself, kissing back, even though I know I shouldn't. I don't want to hurt her. I bite my lip nervously, and make my thoughts known. "We shouldn't do this Josie, we're not thinking. I get you want to play the game with my aunts, going along with the fact that they think we're together, but I don't want to hurt you." She gives me this unreadable look, then it morphs into a puzzled look, before she states the words people constantly utter, "You'd never hurt me, Hope." I wouldn't hurt her, true, or at least not intentionally. But when it comes to people close to my family, they tend to get into shit, or end up dead. She kisses me again, taking me out of those thoughts I tend to lose myself in. She then slides out from under me, out of my grasp, my immediate reaction is to pout. "Sorry Hope. I have to change, don't I?" I just watch her, tucking myself in, before realizing I have forgotten to grab my bundle of blankets and socks. I sleep so much better with them, so I always have them ready when I head home. I run to the cupboard the grab the items before jumping right back into bed, my socks on, and sprawled out, under the blankets. I smile happily, nuzzling up, Josie sliding in beside me. 

"Hope, I really would like for us to talk." 

Oh fuck.