Later, she would blame it on the mood of the party — on the inky blackness of the Three Rewrites, lit only with the soft orange glow of a thousand Jack O’Lanterns floating in the air, on the haunting music played by the band of ghosts, occasionally interspersed by tunes that practically pulled you out of your chair and forced you out on to the dance floor. But mostly, she would blame it on the heat of the bodies swarming around her and, especially, on the one who had been tantalizing close to the far edge of her sight the entire night.
That one was dressed as a kitten, the tight black suit showing off every curve of her lithe body, making it hard for Alyssa to look at anything else. The black mask she had on covered the top half of her face, but not the smirk of her lips or the way her tongue kept running over her teeth, almost daring Alyssa to taste that perfect mouth for herself.
Alyssa had forced herself to keep her distance, to dance with Louis and Ben and Julie. She had tried her hardest not to look, and not to desire, and not to burn with envy when the kitten smirked at her before dancing entirely too close to Ada.
They had made a pact, Eva and Alyssa, on those dark, quiet nights when only the sound of their breathing could be heard in one of their small bedrooms — it was too soon to tell anyone, it was too early to go public. It had been years since competing for valedictorian, years since they were truly enemies — if they even ever had been — but Alyssa’s best friends still didn’t trust Eva. And Eva’s parents would be horrified to know the girl she was dating wasn’t of noble birth. High society as a whole would still judge them for their choices.
Which is why it was a good plan, to keep it just between them. It was a sane plan. It was Alyssa’s plan.
But looking over at Eva, watching her dance much too close to Ada, who was laughing and whispering in Eva’s ear…
Damn the plan.
“I’ll be right back,” Alyssa said to Ben and Louis, who were too busy debating the latest football match to even notice her. She placed her drink down on the closest table and made her way through the crowd, the full skirt of the princess costume Eva had dared her to wear getting snagged by the crowd of dancers.
She passed behind Eva, close enough that the satin of her dress brushed the black fur of Eva’s costume, whispering as she went, “Bathroom. Three minutes. Don’t be late.”
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Alyssa was sitting on the edge of the counter, her dress spread out around her, when Eva came in, exactly on time.
“Good girl,” Alyssa said as soon as the door closed behind Eva. She lifted her hand, signaling Eva to lock it.
Eva smirked. “I think people might notice when the bathroom is locked for an inordinate amount of time.”
“Let them notice.”
“And when they notice when we walk out together?”
Alyssa took a breath. “Let them notice that, too.”
Eva quirked a brow at her. “Are you sure?”
“Are you going to keep asking questions or are you going to fuck me?”
Eva’s smirk curved into a grin. And then she was across the room, standing between Alyssa’s legs, leaning over her but not actually touching her.
“I’ve always wanted to taste a princess,” Eva hummed, and then she dropped out of sight.
Alyssa started to sit up but was stopped by the feeling of something furry against her leg, slowly stroking its way up. It was almost intoxicating, not being able to see Eva beneath the folds of her dress but feeling Eva’s cat-gloves caressing the skin of her legs, moving over her ankles and her shins, past her knees and up her thighs. And then…
Alyssa moaned as a finger was placed in the center of her knickers, pressing hard against her.
“I can feel how wet you are even through my gloves,” came Eva’s muffled voice, somewhere beneath Alyssa’s dress. Eva rubbed her finger back and forth, almost painfully slow. Alyssa shifted on the counter, trying to get Eva to move faster, but instead a fur-covered hand grabbed hold of her thigh, holding her in place.
Alyssa leaned her head back, resting it against the mirror. Part of her wanted to tell Eva to come up, so they could both take off their clothes and go at it properly on the counter of the Three Rewrites' bathroom, but there was something in the agonizing way Eva was stroking her, something about the friction of the cloth of her knickers mixed with the pressure of Eva’s finger rubbing against her most intimate places.
Eva’s fingers were moving faster now, and as Alyssa shifted again, she felt Eva push on her thigh, spreading her open wider.
And then, just when Alyssa didn’t think she could take it anymore, she felt her knickers pushed to the side and the fur of Eva’s glove make contact with her body.
Alyssa groaned, on the verge of telling Eva not to put those gloves inside her, but it was too late.
Her hips jerked at the sensation and somewhere beneath her she heard the rumble of Eva’s laugh, but then something warm and wet was latching around Alyssa’s clit and sucking hard and a second fur-covered finger had joined the first and both were plunging hard and fast deep inside of her and suddenly Alyssa didn’t care that maybe it was unsanitary nor did she care that they were both entirely clothed or that they were in a public bathroom and not in the privacy of their own lofts. All she cared about was the woman below her and the curl of pleasure that was growing inside her, until finally, as Eva’s teeth bit down on Alyssa’s clit, that pleasure exploded, leaving Alyssa crying out as her body shuddered under Eva’s ministrations.
It took Alyssa a few seconds to come back to herself. She opened her eyes to see Eva standing up again, wiping her mouth with a now very wet furry glove.
“Princesses taste good,” Eva said, and there was that smirk again. “Want to see how a cat tastes?”
Alyssa didn’t have to be asked twice.
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