i would take you down.

if i had it MY way, i would take the LEAD. and if i had it MY way, i would take you deep. if my b o d y had a say, i'd get it off my chest. show you all the red lace, u n d e r n e a t h this dress.

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a song like you → harley & sophia.

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ofcsophia:

she was pushed back and was now lying on the bed completely, waiting for her next move. watching her didn’t feel real. it felt like some fantasy world that she didn’t even know she had in the first place, and was now watching it come to life in real time. by the time harley’d pulled off her jeans, sophia struggling to help her by lifting up her hips and wriggling her legs, she’d forgotten completely that she wasn’t single, and that she wasn’t actually supposed to be doing this. by then, she’d even stopped feeling guilty altogether, and just enjoyed the moment, a grin on her face. and when harley straddled her, she probably felt it the most in her chest, because her heart started thudding away again. maybe the realisation’d dawned on her, but she didn’t mind that. the fact that she now knew fully that this was a real thing that was happening was even better. “you pictured me like this many times? really? i hope reality is better than your imagination, then,” she hummed, giggling again, goosebumps arising in reaction to harley’s touch. honestly, she would never have thought that she’d ever be having sex with her, and now that it was happening, she was a giggling mess. a great way for her to uphold her reputation, really.

she felt harley’s fingers reaching down and then they were touching her again, her underwear still posing a barrier. sophia started panting, thinking she couldn’t take this anymore, and started becoming annoyed. harley’s words only frustrated her more, because she could imagine being fucked by her, and she wanted it right away. she knew that if she had to take any more of her teasing, she’d fall apart the moment harley took off her panties and touched her properly, without prolonging the very much unnecessary ache. and then, against her skin, she felt the tug of her panties and heard the sound of them being ripping off. sophia’s eyes shot wide open and she furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the ruined piece of garment in harley’s hands. she wanted to object, wanted to tell her off for it, but then harley said she’d buy her new ones and just like that, sophia wasn’t angry any longer. instead, she watched as harley made her way up and settled her leg between hers. the pressure was there in an instant, and sophia let out a quiet moan, not expecting it to come so soon. her cheeks grew hot and as harley started rocking her body in a more rhythmical way, her lips on sophia’s neck and chest, sophia started panting louder, her breath getting hitched in her throat every few seconds.

“fuck, what are you-” again, she was facing another problem. she couldn’t get the words out the way she’d wanted to for the life of her. harley was too much, her lips, her fingers, her leg, it was all too much, and sophia felt the urgent need for release growing stronger and stronger. “harley, i-, i can’t-,” she tried again, her voice low and hoarse. “i can’t take this anymore, please, i need you.” she felt restrained against the mattress, not knowing if she should do anything or not — or if she even could do anything, considering the absolute overwhelming state of her mind at the moment. “harley, fuck, please, i need it-,” she muttered, eyes closed, brows furrowed. “i want to feel your fingers inside me, harley, please, i just want you to fuck me.” she wondered if her saying please twice in a row was too much and if it would turn harley off, but she didn’t even fully care — she just knew she wanted her to take her as soon as possible.

sophia was cute when she was desperate, harley noted, and she made it a point to try to get her into this position more often. she wasn't sure what sober days would bring, but she could only hope that they brought more sexual encounters, and preferably ones where harley wouldn't have to worry about them forgetting it the next morning--or more so them pretending to have forgotten what happened. harley knew there was a pretty good chance that sophia would regret what they were about to do when tomorrow came, but that didn't mean she was going to stop doing it. harley could honestly say that she would rather have one night of intense pleasure, and have to pretend that it never happened, than to not have it at all. she supposed that it was kind of like loving and losing, and how it was better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. she wasn't saying that she loved sophia, she was just saying that she desired her. now when she thought about how desirable sophia was, it wasn't just a general kind of thing. it was harley desiring her with every fiber of her being. it was harley's core pulsating at the thought of them touching each other, and it was harley's head spinning and breathing becoming shallow when she thought about kissing her. it was about the small touches that made harley actually stop breathing, like the ones at the party. it was a combination of all of those things that drove harley absolutely mad, and it all equaled up as to why harley needed sophia.

the begging killed the dark haired girl, and she thought that she was going to climax just from hearing sophia's sultry voice plead for her to be touched. "as you desire, so shall it be." harley giggled, as right then and there was not the time to be silly, but leave it to harley to throw light into a situation. she sat up on her knees, her hands rubbing sophia's thighs. harley licked her lips as she, once again, took in the beautiful sight before her. slowly, she crawled up the shorter body, stopping when her waist was all the way up between sophia's hips. she favored her left arm, using it to hold up her body weight, while she shifted so she could snake her right hand between their bodies. for a moment, she toyed with sophia's entrance, just barely slipping her fingers inside of her, but still enough to collect her wetness onto harley's fingers. harley would then slide her fingers through the blonde's folds and up to her clit, rubbing gently and then suddenly pressing down a little harder to elicit a reaction out of her. harley loved to tease, and while she just wanted to fuck her best friend's girlfriend, she also had to uphold her reputation and tease just a tad more.

"you're so wet, babe." harley's voice purred out the nickname with ease, and as she did so, she brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them slowly, a hum of approval residing somewhere in her chest. she tasted amazing, like no one she had ever tasted before, and she decided that sophia was going to be the one to beat. she was going to be the girl that all the other girls had to live up to now, and she was going to be the girl that beat out all of the other girls that harley had before her. quickly wiggling her hand back between their bodies, harley slipped her middle finger inside of sophia with ease, and without warning. harley lived for the gasp that girls let out when she thrust her fingers inside of them without their immediate knowledge of it happening, and she was sure that sophia's gasp would be ten times more appealing. "fuck," harley breathed out slowly as she added another finger into sophia's tight core once she was sure the girl was used to her. the feeling of her smooth walls circling around harley's fingers made it that much harder for harley to control herself, and within a few moments her fingers were thrusting in and out of sophia with a certain amount of ease, making sure to his that sweet spot within the blonde each time.

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a song like you → harley & sophia.

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ofcsophia:

she’d surprised herself. she thought of ryan and how when they fucked, she just let him take her however he wanted, without him trying to assert dominance or anything like that. he’d grip her with his hands, towering above her. and it wasn’t that ryan was a barbaric man — not at all, but she didn’t think that she’d ever assume the role of the more dominant one in their relationship. or, well, any relationship. the feeling went away when she felt harley grip her, switching them so that sophia’s back was now pressed against the door, and she smiled in a way that would in other circumstances suggest that she maybe knew something harley didn’t. and then, again, for a like a hundredth time of the night, her thoughts were interrupted when she heard harley speak, voice low and raspy. her legs gave a tremble and she felt dizzy all over again, closing her eyes as harley’s hand started to wander. it still took sophia by surprise when she felt pressure in the place she needed it most — but not quite, because her fucking jeans were still in the way — and she whimpered in response, eyebrows furrowing. “fuck, yes,” she muttered, her hands shooting up to harley’s shoulders. there was soon more pressure from harley’s hand, eliciting another whimper from sophia. she dug her fingers into harley’s bare skin, holding on for dear life, not even able to imagine what she was going to be like if harley decided to take pity on her and stopped teasing her.

it all felt like it was happening in a dream — edges blurry, her sight a little hazy, like maybe everything would disappear if she grounded yourself. her top went flying over her head, and though it was an expensive one, she didn’t care where it ended up lying. she felt harley’s mouth on her breast, her hand on the other, and even keeping herself standing upright was proving to be a difficulty. she was getting more overwhelmed by the second, and then suddenly her bra was being taken off as well. they were nice couple of seconds, but then it soon came to a stop. she felt harley nowhere near her, and when she opened her eyes, she couldn’t help but grin — she could see her eyes, how they roved her body. they were darker now, maybe more serious. “oh?” sophia retorted and dipped her head, looking at the mark on her chest. it was weird that she didn’t care. well, she cared, but not in the way that she was supposed to — she cared that harley left a mark on her, but she didn’t care that there was a strong chance ryan would see it. she bit her lip when harley came closer, touched her skin and traced the mark, and then suddenly harley took her hand and yanked her along.

sophia, following harley, now had a chance to look at the apartment. of course she couldn’t exactly write a mental five-page review on how the furniture was placed and what color the walls were, but in some odd way, she could see that the apartment fit harley. she had no doubts that the apartment was really hers, something about the state of someone’s living space being a telltale for what their personality is like, something along the lines of that? she might have picked that up in a movie. either way, she was now being pulled into another room, and when harley turned on the lights, she could see that it was her bedroom. and that, too, felt like it belonged to harley and no one else. she was pushed onto the bed and as she watched harley’s hand trailing down her chest, her mouth fell open — she wished it’d be her own hands. god, she really did want that — she wanted to touch harley everywhere, imprint the feel of her body, all the dips and curves, into her mind. so that was it then, wasn’t it? she really did want her. she ached to touch her again, and just kept looking at her. she gripped handfuls of the bed cover in each of her hands as harley took off her jeans, rather seductively so, and left them lying on the floor. she neared sophia, and her breath got caught in her throat, and then her eyes widened when she felt harley’s knee between her thighs, the pressure there again, against her center. it was frustrating, because she still had her jeans on, and her hands shot up to palm at harley’s ass again, gripping it with both hands, trying to pull her closer.

“fucking hell,” sophia whispered, harley’s words driving her crazy with desire. if just her presence wasn’t enough, there was also her voice, and those two combined caused sophia to want to give herself to harley completely, let herself be taken anywhere and everywhere. “fuck, i-, i want-,” she muttered, her words getting jumbled up in her mind. it seemed to her that the situation was so overwhelming that voicing even her most basic desires was a problem. but then she unbuttoned and unzipped her own jeans, took harley’s hand and guided it between her legs, gasping when it finally came in contact with her underwear-covered center. she felt how soaked her underwear was, and she knew that harley could feel it too. “fuck me,” she panted, her hands cupping harley’s face again, bringing it closer to hers, pressing a messy kiss to her lips. “i want you so fucking bad. have been for the past hour, for fuck’s sake.”

harley half expected sophia to yell at her for leaving a mark, but the yelling never came, and instead they continued down lover's lane, touching and kissing, and groping. it was hot and heavy, and the air was heating up with each breath they both took. there was no going back, they were in too deep, and besides, with the way they were both acting, there was no way either one of them wanted to walk away from their big jump into the deep end. sophia's stuttered words made harley smile. she liked having that effect on the girl that she longed after silently for quite some time. it wasn't like she ever expected them to hook up, but a girl could dream, and could even imagine it while she lay in bed at night when it was time to go to sleep and instead she chose to touch herself. it wasn't easy, when she would lie in her bed and begin to feel her wet core with her fingers. sometimes, ryan's face would come to mind and suddenly, she was no longer aroused. yes, she felt guilty for thinking of her best friend's girlfriend in such a way, but no, she couldn't control it. harley was a firm believer in not being able to choose who one fell in love with, or desired--and in harley's case it was desire. she didn't fall in love easily, at least she never had, and she was sure that it wasn't about to be with sophia. perhaps, the sex they were about have would get the tension out of harley's body, and make her desire go away, as maybe she only needed to touch sophia one time before she was finally over it. over her. harley was twenty years old, and she wasn't looking to fall in love and settle down and get married, but she wasn't looking to just fuck, either. she had never been the hit it and quit it type of gal, but she was starting to see the perks in it as she sat there with sophia. just think, after her and sophia had sex, it'd never have to happen again, as she would get the urges out of her system. with the urges out of her system should could go on to another conquest, and then once that was done, she would fine another. it seemed so easy, but did harley really want to be that girl? maybe. it was something she'd have to revist after her situation with sophia was complete.

it was when harley's hand came in contact with sophia's core that she snapped out of her trance. she was wet, very much so, and it only increased harley's own arousal. there was a lump in her throat from the thick air in the room, and she quickly swallowed it down just in time to be kissed by sophia again. it was messy, and sophia was definitely needed harley to fuck her, what with how wet she was, and harley could only smirk at sophia confessing her wants. removing her hand from between sophia's jeans and panties, harley pushed on the smaller girl's shoulder so that she'd lie down on the bed. quickly, in one swift motion, harley had her jeans off, so now they matched each other--everything gone but the most important part remained. maybe it had something to do with the fact that they were still worried about the consequences of their actions, but both of their arousal's were pooling in their underwear, and harley knew that she needed release, so she could only assume that sophia needed it as well. it was with sophia in the middle of her bed that her knees actually buckled and she had to tell herself to calm down. there were so many days, and so many nights, where harley imagined sophia lying there, looking the way that she did in that very moment. there was something animalistic rising up within harley and she quickly took a place atop of the blonde. her arms supported her against her comfortable bed, and she had her legs straddling the smaller girl's waist. "there were so many times i pictured you here like this..." she trailed off, using one arm to hold herself up now, and the other to trail her finger tips down sophia's body. "you look so beautiful, waiting and ready for me." her voice was almost sweet sounding, though the rasp was still evident--her desire was too strong to not shine through even if she was trying to sound sweeter than her actions were about to be. "i'm going to fuck you so good." her fingers touched sophia's core once more, and she smiled, giggling as she did so.

her innocent act didn't last to long, however. she wasn't capable of being cute when she wanted to fuck the life from sophia's body only to take care of her afterwards. she pulled her hand away, knowing well that it was where sophia needed it most, but wanting her to wait just that much longer. impetuously, harley grasped sophia's panties in her hands, ripping them from her body. she smiled, proud of herself for doing such a thing, and quickly threw the torn underwear to the floor, as they would worry about that later. "i'll buy you new ones," harley purred as she crawled back up sophia's body. she settled one leg between the legs of the body beneath her, and gently pressed her thigh against sophia's core. harley was sure she needed more than that, but for now, that was all she was getting. harley rocked her body back and forth gently, creating friction between her leg and sophia's core, as she kissed the blonde's neck and chest, biting softly in the places that she had easy access to. she used one hand to pinch one of sophia's nipples gently, her other hand still propping her up so that her full weight wasn't on the smaller girl. harley didn't want to take her time, but she sure as hell felt bad skipping the foreplay--which was usually her favorite part. harley wanted what she wanted, and all she had wanted for quite some time for sophia, and now, she was about to take her.

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a song like you → harley & sophia.

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ofcsophia:

the desire she’d been starting to feel towards harley, which, yes, okay, maybe she’d secretly been feeling since the start of the night, maybe even since she’d first laid eyes on her, actually, was starting to take form and she was able to recognize it as what it was. and she acted on it — that, in itself, felt like victory. and then she felt harley pulling her towards the building and she giggled, because shit, now it was actually happening. it wasn’t just something she’d created in her mind. it also wasn’t just that one kiss that she’d made happen. now it seemed to be turning into a whole thing, and sophia was still very much under the influence whether she liked it or not. of course she wanted the alcohol to keep hold of her for as long as possible, even made a mental note to remind herself at some point not to sober up on purpose, if that was at all possible for someone to do.

they were inside now the building now, and the bright of the lights made sophia scrunch her face. there was a sharp twang-like feeling in her forehead, but then her eyes got used to the light and she looked at harley, grinning at her wide. that was it, she thought. that was exactly it. she felt happy, and now she couldn’t think of the possible consequences anymore. harley was there, her lips kiss-swollen and looking as desirable as ever, and nothing else mattered to sophia. then, she blinked and harley wasn’t in front of her anymore. instead, she felt the pressure of her lips on the back of her neck and gasped. she took a deep breath, trying to breathe normally again, but was then surprised once again with harley’s hands on her body, moving up and down, touching her in places she didn’t know she had a need to be touched. then there was biting — the fucking biting — and sophia wanted harley to take her right there on the stairs, but then she was urged up them and followed harley to her apartment.

harley’s lips were on her neck again and she closed her eyes, thinking she was going to pass out from the sheer need that was building up inside of her. then they were past the door and inside the apartment, and then they were apart again. sophia would have looked at the apartment if she had the time, but she didn’t, not in this situation, so she turned around, seeing how harley was leaning on the door. in all of her months of dating ryan, she’d never experienced anything for him that she was experiencing now, for his friend. which was just ridiculous — who went around with their boyfriend’s or girlfriend’s good friends and made out with them, letting themselves be taken to their apartments? sophia’s train of thought was interrupted when harley spoke again, and then she proceeded to kick off her boots, and of course, she took off her top too, and sophia swallowed the lump in her throat. she stared at her torso, at the bra she was wearing, then back up at harley again. she followed suit, but only managed to kick off her own boots before she was walking towards harley again, the rest of her own clothes still on her body. she pushed her body against harley’s, the contact between them heavy and tense. she buried her hands in her hair, tugging on it. she kissed her neck, then made her way up to harley’s jawline and to her ear, where she smirked and whispered; “you have no idea how wet you’re making me.” she hooked her fingers around her bra straps and tugged on them, eyebrows furrowing in frustration, trembling with want. “this needs to go,” she continued as she reached around harley’s back and reached for the bra clasp. she kissed harley’s neck again, peppered it with small pecks and struggled to free her of the bra. it was a task not meant to be carried out whilst in the state of being drunk, and a giggle burst from her mouth. “this thing-, it-, fuck, it won’t-, ah, okay, there we go,” she finished, smiling in victory. finally, she pulled the bra off the girl’s torso and as her hands went to knead at her breasts, she kissed her again, mouth hungry for harley’s. she moaned in-between, feeling her nipples getting hard beneath her touch. she ran one of her hands down harley’s side, reaching her waist. she bit harley’s lower lip as her hand came in contact with her ass and she gripped it tightly, giggling as she continued to kiss her.

harley stood there, letting her hair be pulled and her neck be kissed, and she enjoyed it--she enjoyed the not having to take control with sophia. sure, there were moments where harley was more dominant with her, but it was rare that harley found a good girl that would even think about taking charge. when harley first realized she was a lesbian, she was all about dominance, not even caring if she had been touched or not, but as time wore on, she learned the importance of have her neck kissed, her breasts fondled, and core touched. harley rare went weak at the knees, but when sophia whispered those words directly into her ear, with that sultry voice that harley loved so much, her knees nearly gave out, and harley had to silently thank whomever that  they were still by the front door and she could hold onto the doorknob so that she didn't fall down. "do you want me t--." harley was cut off by sophia taking her bra away, and she smiled, happy that the smaller girl did it. taking a girl's bra off wasn't an easy task, and it took harley some time to learn how to do it the right way, and she didn't know if sophia was having truble because she was drunk, or because she had never done it before. regardless, the blonde's little victory smile reminded harley as to why she liked the girl in the first place. sophia was the perfect combination of all things looks-wise, though that was just the superficial reason as to why harley liked her. losing her train of that as sophia worked her breasts, harley moaned into sophia's mouth as her nipples hardened and her core became even more wet with desire and need. harley couldn't lie, she had a thing for her ass being touched, and when sophia gripped it tight, the taller girl couldn't help but let out a squeak, finding it hard to resist switching their positions and taking sophia right against the door when she giggled.

harley was sure that if she didn't get to working sophia up, than she was going to explode right there in front of her apartment door. usually, harley had better self control in the bedroom, when it came to flirting and wants and needs, and just general life things, but sophia was making it very difficult for her to keep control, and in one swift motion, their positions were switched and harley had her blonde friend with her back pressed up against the door. "you know," harley began, her voice raspy with lust. "i'm going to fuck you..." she trailed off, her hand sliding from sophia's shoulder, down her torso, and right onto her jean-covered core. she pressed gently at first, wishing the girl had been wearing a skirt or something, but figuring she could make do with some teasing regardless of what she was wearing. "hard." harley's voice was stern as he hand pressed down a little harder onto her friend's core. as much as harley wanted to tease, she knew sophia was already worked up and it took everything in her power to not under the button and zipper on sophia's jeans and just begin stroking her we center. however, harley was profoundly amazing in the bedroom, if she--and everyone else--had to say so themselves, and she didn't get that way without some major foreplay.

removing her hand, harley pullled sophia's top over her head, licking her lips in a predatory way when her torso was revealed. her breasts were perky, even in a bra, and harley immediately attached her lips to the top of one, sucking gently while her hands kneaded sophia's breasts through her pretty bra. "fuck," she purred out as she tore her mouth from sophia's breast and looked up at the blonde, her eyes getting darker by the second. she wanted her, and badly, and she didn't care where she took her, whether it be on the couch, in her bed, or right against the inside of the apartment's door. she needed her, needed to feel her wet center against her thin fingers. harley needed more, and because of that, she undid the girl's bra with ease, tossing it to the floor to be found at a later time. she took a step back, taking in the way sophia looked with just her jeans on, and harley swore that if she didn't have already have a crush on sophia, that just looking at her would have done it. "i guess you're mine now," harley stated slyly as she stepped back closer to sophia, her fingers tracing over the mark she had just left near her chest. if only sophia were actually hers and not ryan's, than that would be a perfect world, but the fact that she had marked her best friend's girlfriend and said girlfriend was going to have to hide it, made the sneaking around all that more worthwhile for harley.

"come with me." grabbing sophia's hand, harley pulled her through the living room and down the small hallway that lead to her bedroom. her door was ajar and she pulled her friend into the dark room swiftly, turning on the lights and dimming them just enough so that they could see each other. she sat the blonde down onto her bed, and slowly ran a hand down her own chest. she squeezed her nipple gently, a soft moan surpassing her lips before she let her hand trail down to her jeans. harley undid the button and zipper of her own jeans before sliding them down her smooth legs--thankful that she had decided to shave that morning. harley kept her underwear on, a nice pair of black lace ones to match her bra, wondering if she got sophia worked up enough, if the smaller girl could actually rip them off of her body. sure, they were pretty underwear, but she had others, and she could buy more if need be. stepping closer to sophia, harley spread the girl's legs with hers, one knee going onto the bed in between sophia's thighs. her hands tangled in blonde hair, pulling slightly every now and again to elicit a reaction from the smaller girl. "tell me what you want."

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a song like you → harley & sophia.

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ofcsophia:

they manoeuvred in the street, under the light from the street lamps, and in itself, it seemed like some sort of dance. a dance in which the cat chased the mouse, a clumsy one at that, but a dance nonetheless. it reminded sophia of how they danced at the frat house, when the situation was still okay and they were still very much friends and there were no vicious words being exchanged or bad words being said. really, it felt like a whole ‘nother period of time. and then the whole conflict came, and sophia didn’t really know if it actually was a conflict or not, not even now. she managed to escape from harley’s grasp each time, smirking as she did so. it was a nice accomplishment, really, especially considering the fact that sophia was drunk as hell, and harley hadn’t drank as much as sophia did.

but then things took a turn when harley grabbed her by her hip and then suddenly she had her arm and she was pulling her close, really, really pulling her close, and then they were pressed against each other. the entirety of sophia’s drunkenness seemed to evaporate into thin air, but she felt dizzy anyways, so maybe it was still there. truth be told, she couldn’t even think properly, and by the time she’d heard harley speak again, she didn’t know one bit if she was still drunk or if she’d somehow managed to sober up. then she felt the phone being pulled from her pocket and bit her lip, watching it in harley’s hand. her head was throbbing now, like she’d been holding her breath for longer than was healthy. she averted her gaze from the phone, and looked at harley, and because she was staring right back at her, she felt her cheeks grow hot. there was redness there now, she had no doubt about that. sophia thought she was going to burst, her entire body going up in flames right there in that street, and then that would mean the end of her. maybe, it would be better than standing here with harley so close to her — too close to her — and watching her, only a few inches of space between their faces. moments passed, and only after a little while did sophia realize that her eyes kept darting from harley’s eyes, big and bright and beautiful, to her mouth, lips full and inviting, tongue darting out for a moment. they were so close, she could just lean in. just one touch, just one kiss, and it’d be over, and everything would be okay, she’d know what it was like to kiss harley davies and nobody would care, because nobody else was there with them. it was only them, and even they were drunk, were they not?

“shit,” she mumbled, shook her head and then her thoughts were gone — her hands reached for harley’s face and as she cupped it in her palms, she pulled her down and slammed her lips against hers. it was hard and aggressive at first, the kiss shattering any and every barrier they’d seemed to put up in the past hour or so — sophia held her breath, her eyebrows furrowing as she continued kissing her, catching her lips each time. her hands moved to harley’s neck now, holding onto dear life or something, sophia had no idea anymore, or why, and she pushed herself against harley. she moaned into her mouth, curling both of her arms around her neck and just like that, they were even closer together, the minimal distance between them that’d existed gone in a second. her heart was thudding away in her chest, and she thought it was going to give out any second, so she stopped, parted from harley’s mouth with a soft pop and took quick, shallow breaths, her arms still around her neck. “harley, i-” was it wrong to say that she wanted her? it came so suddenly to her, clear as day, that she did want her, that that was what seemed to be the problem the whole night, and felt even hotter now than she had been for the entire night. “fuck, i-,” she stuttered, not knowing what to say. it felt both right and wrong, and she was stuck. and then she decided to risk it, because she kissed her — god, she kissed her — and she liked it, and she wanted more. “take me upstairs,” she said finally, her words a faint whisper.

the space between them was minimal. in fact, they were so close to one another that they were breathing each other’s air. despite it being dark out, harley watched a blush form on sophia’s face, grateful that there was enough light from the street lamps to aid her in seeing the redness dash across the blonde’s cheeks. harley had to admit that it was entirely adorable that her friend was blushing all from her gaze. it was odd, to say the least, that they had just gone from being terrible to one another, to being close enough to look like they were trying to crawl inside one another’s space. harley watched sophia carefully, noting that the blonde would glance from her eyes to her lips and back again. purposefully, harley would lick her lips for a moment every now and again as they stood there, body to body. she wouldn’t admit it, as she was still a tad irritated, but she really wanted to kiss sophia. their bodies were so close together that it was nearly impossible to not want to kiss her. shit, if harley was this close to any attractive girl, she’d want to kiss her, but the fact that it was her best friend’s girlfriend made it just that much more difficult to give in. there she went again, thinking about ryan, and she almost rolled her eyes as if on command just because she thought of his name. it sucked, because usually, harley was a loyal friend, but there was just something about sophia that made her want to throw caution to the wind. ryan was a jerk anyway, and everyone knew that, she was sure sophia did too. plus, if they did kiss, it wasn’t like sophia would run back and tell him, especially since harley was more than sure that she’d be kissed back, and that would mean that sophia cheated on ryan just as much as harley had cheated on ryan’s friendship.

sophia’s voice broke the silence, and before harley could ask what was wrong, she was being kissed. her face was grabbed, and her lips were pressed against another pair, and it was all happening so fast, but the only thing harley could think about was that she was being kissed. sophia was kissing her, and in a dramatic turn of events, to say the least. harley didn’t know what to do. she was so sure that if a kiss were to actually happen, then she’d be the one to take charge, but instead, sophia had initiated it, and harley hadn’t expected it, and instead of doing something with her arms, like wrapping them around the smaller girl’s waist, she simply held her hands near sophia’s waist--not on, not touching at all, just simply hovering around her sides. she was so shell-shocked, and she knew she probably looked like an idiot just standing there, but she was also happy, though it probably didn’t convey that way. it was when sophia wrapped her arms around harley’s neck and moaned, that something within harley woke up, and she finally wrapped her arms around the shorter girl’s waist once again. harley was out of breath, but not from the kiss, just from being so nervous, though nervous was something that harley rarely ever was. the brunette didn’t want the kiss to end, and when it did, she found herself pouting just a tad.

she stared at her newest infatuation with a calm expression, feeling blissful despite feeling disappointed that the kiss had ended. harley half-expected sophia to run away, or to tell her that it was a mistake, but instead, she was urging harley to take her upstairs. if harley hadn’t been so aroused and excited, and totally have confidence from the kiss, her mouth would have fell open, and her eyes would have went wide. instead, she inhaled deeply, letting the air flow out through her mouth before grabbing sophia’s hand, and pushing the door to her apartment building open. they had to make it up a flight of stairs before they reached harley’s apartment door, but in the brighter lighting of the lobby, made it easier to see sophia all over again, and harley couldn’t deny that she looked even better then than she had before now that they had this new ground of kissing down. harley licked her lips as she stood at the bottom of the stairs, gazing at the blonde. “i want you,” she purred out lustfully. she stood behind sophia, kissing the back of her neck, of course anyone else could walk into the apartment lobby and see them, but harley didn’t care. instead, her hands roamed the shorter girl’s body, while her teeth grazed the skin of sophia’s shoulders, biting gently in certain spots. “go,” she urged, and they began walking up the stairs, harley guiding her to her apartment door, though it was impossibly hard seeing as how her knees were getting weak. 

they reached the door, and harley quickly pulled her key out of her pocket, unlocked the door with ease, the whole time her lips never leaving sophia’s neck. she swung the door open, nudging sophia in and all but slamming it behind them. she locked it behind her back, and pulled away from the blonde to lean against the door with a sigh. she held her leather jacket by one finger, a seductive look on her features as she bit her lip, letting the jacket fall to the hardwood floor. harley ran a hand from her hair to her neck, down her torso and stopping at the waistband of her jeans. “do you want me?” she questioned, her voice raspy as the air around them became thick with want and desire. “because i want you.” she kicked her boots off, and without another word, harley pulled her black tanktop over her head so she was standing there with nothing but a bra and her jeans on. 

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a song like you → harley & sophia.

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ofcsophia:

“my wh-” sophia wanted to continue, but harley kept on speaking, making it some rant that it wasn’t even supposed to be in the first place, and sophia stood still, her arms no longer waving through the air. her mouth fell open slightly and she listened to harley’s words — being drunk, she only acknowledged that if she weren’t, they’d hurt more than they did now. “he wh-” she tried again. she stood absolutely still, careful not to miss anything. it was one of those moments that you’d see on the television, sophia thought, but then harley was walking away once again, and after a while, all sophia could see was the empty street.

though she wished it didn’t have to be so in the first place, she went after her anyways. she looked at her surroundings, remembering it all — she walked around here a lot with ryan and her friends. they loitered on campus and around it so much so that she felt like she knew even the area’s smallest details, and could recite exactly where each one was by heart. she took a deep breath again, looking up at the night sky. it was peppered with small, distant stars, and she felt as thought they kept her company. tiny, bright dots high above her, and to them, she might have been just a tiny dot walking alone on the street too, somewhere in the vast world, if they weren’t just that — stars. there was peace in thoughts like that, in poeticism, and though she did feel a little ridiculous thinking about the stars in such a way, it was a nice distraction that kept her from worrying the whole way to where harley was.

and she couldn’t have gone far, really, so sophia just kept walking straight, past trees and houses and other such establishments, until she came to a halt. she saw her sitting on the stairs of some house, alone, the light from the street lamps giving her a soft glow.

and maybe them yelling at each other had ticked something inside of her. maybe it was the yelling combined with the fact that sophia knew it was probably her own fault, and she didn’t really know what she should say — or could say, even — to make the situation better. was the situation even worth the attempts? yes, sophia thought, of course it was. but she’d tried to fix it before, and they ended up like this, harley sitting on the steps and sophia standing a few feet away from her, looking at her as if she was a passer-by pondering deeply whether to give a homeless person a few dollars or not. finally, she stepped closer, and coughed to make her presence known. “you forgot your jacket at the frat house.” she then noticed the phone in harley’s hands and scoffed, shaking her head. “what the hell do you think you’re doing? you’re not getting out of this by making a booty call.” she abruptly took the phone from harley and put it into the pocket of her jeans, crossing her arms over her chest. “get up, right fucking now.”

maybe it was the fact that she thought she was getting somewhere with sophia that had made the situation seem a whole lot worse than it actually was. yes, she shouldn’t have been pining after her, and yes, she knew that it would have repercussions with everyone in the situation (including ryan), but no, she did not care due to the alcohol in her system, and it just proved that her theory was right--you cannot drink when you have things like that on your mind, because your sober desires will shine through. even though harley wasn’t as wasted as she thought she had to be for her wants to push through, it still happened, and now she wasn’t going to be able to drink again when around ryan or sophia. if she drank around either one of them after tonight, she may have told both of them what she really wants and thinks--because what she had said to sophia was just the beginning of it all. however, there was a chance that after tonight, she wouldn’t be speaking to either of them, and while that kind of hurt more than she thought it would, she’d be okay. the thing with harley was that she could be emotional when she wanted to be, and she could be rough around the edges when she wanted to be, and when some sort of emotion came out her that she wasn’t planned for, she almost felt bad about herself. while harley wasn’t usually a private person, she still felt bad for telling sophia all the things she had about ryan. it wasn’t like harley was lying, and it was very well that when ryan would come on to harley that he was usually kidding, but sophia didn’t need to know that in that moment. 

harley heard the footsteps approach her and she half-wished that it was sophia, and half-wished that it wasn’t. if it was sophia, world war three was about to continue, and if it wasn’t, than there was a chance that harley was about to die because of strange people that stalked the night. and then she heard a small cough, and she knew it wasn’t a two hundred pound, six foot six man who was about to take her life. “mhm,” harley hummed, not really caring if sophia handed her a million dollars at that point. it wasn’t until sophia grabbed harley’s phone from her that harley actually looked up, a ‘what do you think you’re doing’ kind of look on her face. “give me my phone back.” harley tried to reach for it before sophia successfully shoved it into her pocket. the fact that sophia knew what harley was up to was almost scary. and when the blonde demanded that harley get up, her eyes widened. she had never seen sophia be so assertive, and it turned her on, but also pissed her off. instead of saying something about sophia’s snippy attitude, harley stood from her position, arms crossed against her chest. “give me my phone back.” harley reached for sophia’s pocket, missing entirely as sophia turned her body from harley so she couldn’t get to it. harley huffed out a sigh, trying again to reach for her phone from behind sophia this time, the blonde moving out of the way again. 

harley’s nostrils flared, and her eyebrows raised as if to assert the fact that she was becoming more and more pissed off with the entire night. “what are you, five?” the attitude was evident on her features, but at the same time, harley wanted to laugh because she thought it was ridiculous how childish sophia was being, ridiculous and funny, that is. “come on, bitch.” harley was now joking, but she quickly grabbed sophia’s hip to try and bring her closer so she could get her phone, not even really caring about who she was going to text, but just wanting it because sophia had taken it from her. at some point, harley grabbed sophia’s arm and pulled the blonde into her, the dark haired girl’s arm wrapped around her waist as she grabbed her phone from the blonde’s pocket and held it up with a smile. “got it,” she said almost breathlessly as she looked into the eyes of the girl that was pressed up against her, just like she had been when they were dancing. she stood there, with sophia pressed up against her body, a lump forming in her throat from the, now thick, outside air. her chest rose and fell slowly, as she tried to not let her breathing become sporadic. “got you...” she said, trailing off as she licked her lips, her eyes searching for something within sophia’s.

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a song like you → harley & sophia.

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ofcsophia:

sophia, feeling like maybe she was in a trance, what with all the words leaving her mouth and the things she’d been doing, both with harley and that random girl who’d left, knew that in her sober state, she would have stayed away from such behaviour. but it wasn’t really her, was it? it was the alcohol speaking, so it should have been okay. but really, it didn’t seem to be, at least not to harley. so many people fell prey to the side effects of alcohol, and though she was still having fun, especially with harley, she knew from the expression on her face that she should have thought about her actions twice before carrying them out. that way, she could have avoided the embarrassment of watching her tear herself away from her and leave. she was left alone now, in the middle of the dance floor, and when she looked around, she saw some of the other people staring at her. they’d been dancing moments ago just like sophia had been, but they’d since stopped started and just stood there, some with raised eyebrows and questions in their eyes. sophia stopped paying attention to them and instead bolted after harley without thinking about it much. she realized that making amends or whatever it was she had to do in order to make things normal again was more important than what others thought — then she remembered that that was something similar to what harley’d said and she mentally kicked herself for letting herself be so slow when it came to these things. she was only hoping that harley would forgive her, if there was at all anything to forgive — sophia couldn’t really tell very well. either way, she was now making her way through the crowd, trying to keep up with harley.

ryan, all of a sudden, appeared in her line of sight and just as she was about to pass him and his group of friends, he turned to her and smiled. before he could say or do anything, she shouted that she was going after a party-fleeing harley. he offered to go with her, but she declined, maybe too aggressively, but he didn’t seem to pick up on it and instead just returned to his friends.

sophia stepped out, through the doors of the frat house, and breathed fresh air into her lungs. it was a nice change from the stuffy air inside, from the heat, from everything. she even felt like her shirt wasn’t sticking to her torso as much as it was inside. then, in the distance, because there weren’t many other people out at this hour, whatever the time currently was, she saw harley. there was quite some distance between them now, and sophia half-ran after her. it felt like the air was clearing her mind and she didn’t feel as dizzy, though running very fast did create an ill feeling in her stomach. but she caught up with harley quickly anyways, shouting her name as she jogged. she started waving her hands, trying to draw attention — though how could she, with harley’s back turned to her? she yelled a loud “harley!” again before she got in rhythm with her, almost bumping into her, then grabbed her hand and yanked her to the side of the street.

“what’s gotten into you?” she asked, voice loud. she looked her in the eyes, trying to figure it out for herself, but to no avail. as much as she now didn’t like it, she was still very much drink and even basic math would probably pose problems for her, though usually, she never had any problems with math. “i swear, you’re good one second, then gone the next. was something in that drink of yours?” she paused, looking for signs of a truthful answer. again, to no avail. “if i did something wrong, you can just fucking tell me, harley!” she stepped closer to her, then waved her hands in the air again. the situation was starting to become almost absurd-like to her, and she struggled keeping her voice at a normal tone. “i mean, shit,” she continued, exhaling the air she was holding inside, “what the fuck is it? d’you wanna fuck a girl and you can’t or something? are you jealous of me because i have ryan and i can fuck him whenever i like and you have to go to some party to find new conquests for the nights you don’t wanna spend alone? is that it? i mean, jesus fucking christ.” she didn’t know why her tone got more aggressive, but she was hoping it didn’t show. she couldn’t afford to risk making harley angry, or, well, angrier, because having an argument while drunk was never a good idea. “it’s just fucking dancing. it’s fun.”

harley heard sophia calling for her, but she didn't stop. as much as she had wanted the girl to catch up to her, part of her just wanted to keep walking without sophia in her presence, but the blonde caught up to her and yanked on her hand, making her feel like her arm was going to come out of its socket. "ow..." she furrowed her eyebrows, and her nose crinkled up making her look quite adorable, though she was sure sophia didn't notice, as she looked like she was somewhat fuming. her voice was loud, and it made harley squint her eyes in a sense to stop the headache she felt coming on. all she wanted, at that point, was to go back to her apartment, get into bed, and watch scary movies. she wished that she wouldn't throw up, or think about sophia, or the consequences of her desires. "what are you yelling for?" harley's voice was sharp, and she was sure if she said the wrong thing, she could cut sophia with her tone like a knife, but she wouldn't say anything that was uncalled for. though harley wasn't known to have a temper, when she did actually get mad, whoever she was mad should have ran for the hills. well, harley wasn't going to say anything that was uncalled for until sophia had, and when those vicious words that left sophia's lips made harley step back, a shocked expression on her features. she placed a hand against her own chest, as if to motion about how shocked she actually was. harley half wanted to look around to make sure it was her that sophia was talking to like that, because she really could not believe it. "excuse you?" the words had venom in them, and for some reason, harley was getting a little more mad than she usually would, probably due to the alcohol. "you think i'm jealous of you?" harley laughed, not believing that sophia had just insinuated that. "you think i'm jealous of your dick boyfriend?" shaking her head, harley wanted to spit some harsh words at the blonde, but she was desperately trying to hold it in. the more sophia went on, the harder it became for the raven haired girl to hold her tongue. "just so you know, before you came along, your boyfriend tried to get with me on multiple occasions. he wanted his dick in me, sophia. not you. and shit, even when you aren't around sometimes, he still tries." harley chuckled in a darker manner than she usually would have, shaking her head in disbelief.

"i don't have time for your bullshit, you inadequate little bitch." if one listened carefully, one would probably be able to pick up on an actual hiss in harley's words. was this what friends did? did they really fight this viciously? at least they weren't pulling each other's hair, or hitting each other like some girls did whenever they had a minor disagreement. although, harley would say that this disagreement was anything but minor. "i'm over this. go dance with someone else!" harley willed herself away from sophia, despite her not wanting to. truth be told, she didn't want to say any of the vicious things that she had said to sophia, but sophia had hit some nerves, and harley couldn't handle it. between the blonde spewing nasty things, and the stress of wanting to get her into bed, harley was having a terrible night. it was terrible, because sophia was supposed to be her friend, and the things she said didn't really hurt, as much as they pissed harley off, and harley, on top of that, knew she wouldn't ever be able to be with sophia, so she was frustrated, to say the least.

walking down the pavement some more, it wasn't until harley was nearing her apartment, which wasn't very far away, that she realized there were some tears rolling down her cheeks. she cried when she got mad, it was just an instinctual thing. harley cried so she wouldn't be the shit out of someone when she was mad. with a sigh, harley sat down on the outside steps of her apartment. she wondered if sophia would show up, but she doubted it at that point. harley sat there and breathed in the cool air, trying to calm down as she wiped the tears from her face. she was exceptionally happy that she had decided to wear waterproof makeup, because between sweating and crying, she probably would have looked like a mess otherwise. she pulled out her phone, flipping through the contacts of one of the campus girls that had given harley her cell phone number. she needed a distraction, and while she rarely slept around, and if she did it was often with the same people, she needed to release some tension. sure, she wanted to be releasing the tension with sophia, but that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

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a song like you → harley & sophia.

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ofcsophia:

now, sophia was struggling to hear what harley was saying over the music, but she somehow managed to hear her anyways and giggled, for what seemed to be like the hundredth time of the night. “i knew you had ulterior motives!” she shouted, pointing at her. “and my own motives are strictly for me and my own mind.” she laughed again, and then at the sudden loss of contact, just watched harley walking away.

she was alone for only a couple of moments before she heard a voice behind her saying sophia, right? and she turned around, smiling at the sight in front of her. there stood a girl, seemingly towering above her, almost as tall as ryan, in a bright top, with dark hair and a playful smile at her lips. her eyes twinkled under the lights, accentuating the smile. she was holding a yellow-coloured drink in her hand and she outstretched her hand, tilting her head towards the drink. sophia took it from her hands without any additional words from the girl herself, and took a hefty sip. her eyes shot wide open in surprise of how good it was, the taste of mango mixing well with that of pineapple — or was it kiwi? the girl then started laughing and introduced herself, but as soon as she did, sophia forgot her name as quickly as she’d heard it. she smiled instead, pulling the girl closer with her free hand. they found a common rhythm, and sophia drank a bit more. the cocktail was strong, but the taste was fruity and sweet, and it gave her even more desire to do the things she wanted to, without thinking about what kind of consequences the future could bring.

considering it for one more second, she figured that it wouldn’t hurt to dance with this girl — after all, all of these college students seemed to do it anyways, even those who were in relationships. so why would it be any different for her? and, well, if ryan saw them, he could either like it or seethe with anger. either way, sophia didn’t think about it too much, so she let the girl snake her arm around her waist and pull her close. she smelled nice, of lavender or some other flowery scent like that. she returned the drink and the girl took it, holding it with more caution than sophia did — yet, it seemed to be so much easier for her to do. sophia figured that that was probably because she wasn’t as drunk, and soon let the thought evaporate from her mind. they swayed, dancing in rhythm with each other, and the girl twirled sophia around, pressing her body against sophia’s back. sophia’s eyes went around the room and she spotted harley at the table. she stared at her, watching how her hands gripped the cup, and swallowed. now, she was sure — the drinking had been too much. she made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t drink any more for the rest of the night because none of her thoughts made sense anymore, and she was nearing dangerous territory.

and then harley’s eyes met hers and she smirked, forgetting about the momentary worry that she’d felt, and let her head fall back on the girl’s shoulder. the girl ran her hand up and down her thigh and then gripped her hip, just like harley had before she left to get a drink. sophia looked back at harley again, and when she saw her walking towards them, she giggled. oh, well, this was turning out to be a lovely game. especially because sophia knew that harley liked girls. liked them very much, in fact. so much so that for sophia, it seemed all too easy. and then there was the confession, the maybe i do, which only seemed to further confirm sophia’s suspicions. and it was like straight out of a movie too, when harley finally approached and pretty much told the other girl to leave. as sophia watched the exchange happen, she laughed out loud, swinging her arms around harley’s neck again. “mhm,” sophia buzzed, her face near harley’s. “you’re cute. for your information, though, i do think that you have ulterior motives, you know. and, like, i mean, you’re cute, honestly. but you shouldn’t be so possessive. what’s ryan gonna think, hm? and that girl, huh? what do you think that girl’s thinking right now? what if she’s thinking — oh, now i won’t be able to approach sophia again! what do you think that’s like?” she curled a strand of harley’s hair around her fingers, similar to the way she had when they were both still at that table getting drinks, and pulled on it slightly. “thinking that you can’t get someone because they’re with someone else, that surely can’t be a good feeling.”

harley was surprised that sophia was so daring, but then again harley was surprised that she herself was so daring, at least considering the element of which they were in. sophia wrapping her arms around harley’s neck caused the dark haired girl to lose balance, but she quickly regained it as she braced her hand against a nearby wall. sophia was drunk, harley finally noticed, because in the midst of all of her antics, she had somehow overlooked the fact that sophia was completely gone. “you’re drunk,” harley commented, trying to change the conversation from her possessiveness to something about sophia. sophia bringing up ryan ticked her off, and she was sure her face showed it. after all, sophia was the one to initiate the dancing, and the touching. what would ryan think if he had noticed that sophia had initiated it all? then again, they hadn’t needed to dance that close together, and it was harley that had pulled sophia close, but harley wasn’t the one that had requested that they dance. harley knew that she should have put up more of a fight when it came to the dancing and touching, but she was weakened by the thought of sophia. the blonde was such a sight, such a desirable being, that harley couldn’t resist the touches here and there. the dancing was a good way to get a feel of sophia, in more ways than one. her friend that was now chastising her for her actions, was also the girl that had done it just to get a reaction from her. at first, harley had been oblivious, but it was that tantalizing smile in harley’s direction while she was dancing with the mystery girl that put the pieces together for her. 

pull the blonde’s arms from around her neck, harley scoffed, shaking her head. “you’re ridiculous.” she was agitated, but not really agitated with sophia, just with what she was saying. she was annoyed with what she was saying because it was entirely true. she had been too possessive, and she scared an innocent girl off, all because she wanted sophia to be hers. the problem was that sophia would never be hers. she was ryan’s, and while harley knew that she could treat sophia ten times better than ryan could, and show her a better time, she couldn’t force it to happen. to harley’s knowledge, sophia was straight, but she still wasn’t sure if the way she was acting was because of the alcohol or because sophia was hiding something. “what would ryan think? seriously?” she paused, looking around to make sure no one had heard her and was staring at her because of it. “what would some random stranger think?” harley threw her hands in the air, letting them clap back down against her thighs. “who cares?” not harley, that was for sure--though that was because the alcohol had kicked in. “thinking that you can’t get someone because they’re with someone else, that surely can’t be a good feeling.” harley’s thoughts came to a halt. sophia’s words sounded like they had an underlying meaning, and it made harley begin to sweat. she felt nervous, her palms were sweaty, and if her life was an eminem song, her arms would feel like spaghetti. her legs felt as though they were going to give out on her, and her head felt as though someone had just thrown it down a bowling lane, and hit every pin. she couldn’t do this. 

“i need to go.” shaking her head, she didn’t excuse herself as she pushed past sophia and the rest of the crowd. she didn’t want to leave. she wanted to have a great time, but her night was now in shambles, and she didn’t feel like fixing it. a lot of people asked her where she was going on her way out of the frat house, but she couldn’t be bothered to answer, especially since all of them were toolbag boys that she didn’t want to get with. she snuck past ryan, making sure that his back was turned to her when she walked by. the last thing she wanted was for him to question what was wrong. she wouldn’t be able to lie, not while she was drunk. now harley had to make a mental note to not drink around ryan, or to not drink a lot. why? word vomit. after all, harley was a firm believer that your drunken actions were sober desires, and that was proving to be true, especially since while sober harley would never go after sophia. 

making her way outside took some effort, what with her head being like a rock kicked down a beaten path. she deemed it a miracle that she hadn’t passed out, because she was almost certain that she was going to when she was inside. however, the cool, outside air made harley able to breathe. her head began to feel clear, her breathing returned to normal, and her sweaty palms began to dry. she sighed, walking back towards her apartment, but slowly at that. she walked a little faster than a turtle move, hoping that at some point sophia would come find her. her leather boots were making her favorite sounds against the street’s pavement. she kicked the rocks that she crossed paths with, remembering that her head felt like that just moments ago, which led to her remembering why she had felt that way, which led to her wanting to scream. truth be told, she could scream and no one would hear her because they were all at the stupid party--but the party hadn’t been stupid until shit went down with sophia. harley was still in shock that she had actually, almost, flipped out on her best friend’s girlfriend, and for a reason that was completely inappropriate. harley was an inappropriate girl, but she had picked the wrong one to go after, she realized. it was in that moment, she made a mental note to not interact with sophia again unless she absolutely had to. something that wouldn’t be that easy, but if she had to avoid ryan too, then so be it.

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a song like you → harley & sophia.

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ofcsophia:

“hey!” sophia exclaimed, her laughter loud. she wanted to rebuke harley for the comment about ryan, but then figured it was probably a joke and just laughed instead, forgetting all about it. if she was sober, then the situation might have been different, but that was exactly the thing - she wasn’t sober, and she could afford to let things like that slide. she doubted she would remember the details of their conversation the next day anyways.

she felt harley’s hand in contact with her own again and glanced to their joined hands. for a short second, her mouth fell open and soon, it spread into a grin as she felt a pull towards the center of the room. she followed her past other dancing bodies, bumping into them as they made their way across. sophia felt herself getting hot in the middle of the crowd, looking around to see if she knew any faces. lots of people looked back at them and were smiling, laughing, shouting over the music blasting through the speakers, or just making out, and sophia was sure that she had to know a bunch of these people. their faces were familiar, and to them, hers was too, probably, but in the moment, she didn’t care much for that.

when they stopped in the very middle, and sophia watched harley take off her jacket to reveal what was under it, she didn’t feel stable at all. but that always happened - at parties, there sooner or later came the undressing, during which others screamed and shouted, clapping in enthusiasm. but maybe sophia hadn’t drank enough to be as outwardly excited about that - she only gaped and stared, her eyes darting up and down her body. she tried not to pay too much attention to the jeans or the top - jesus, the fucking top - and instead let herself be pulled closer to her. at first, she didn’t know what to do with her hands because it all seemed so sudden, and yes, okay, maybe sophia did think that it would take a bit more convincing before harley actually stepped on the dance floor willingly - maybe the help of a couple more drinks would be required too. that way, she could have at least one more herself, and things would be easier. not that things were hard for sophia to deal with, of course not, but she didn’t expect the kind of confidence from harley that she’d seen. of course she knew that the girl was confident in her own way, but this seemed to be something entirely different.

so sophia relaxed, wrapping her arms around harley’s neck. she felt harley’s hands on her hips and she let it happen, laughed and threw her head back, letting her hair fall in waves down her back. but when harley pushed her leg between hers, she bolted upright, a gasp getting stuck somewhere in her throat. she felt even hotter, and then she fully felt the pressure of harley’s body against hers, hands on hips, her own arms around harley’s neck. she figured she wasn’t particularly opposed to the contact, but she leaned towards harley anyways, her lips slightly brushing against her ear. “you don’t have any ulterior motives, do you?” she said, pulling harley even closer to her and giggling into her ear.

harley could feel sophia watching her, and maybe that was why she had decided to jump right into the dancing. harley danced, and she danced well, but sometimes it took more than one drink to get her to do just that. maybe it was because it was sophia that harley was so eager to dance. maybe it was because she wanted to attract attention. harley figured that if she attracted a girl’s attention or something, than she could stop fawning after sophia for the night and turn her attention elsewhere. the problem was that she didn’t actually want another girl’s attention. she wanted sophia’s attention, and clearly, she had it. now all harley had to do was hope that ryan didn’t go searching for his girlfriend. harley felt sophia’s body jolt when her leg went between the blonde’s. she couldn’t help but smirk, a small giggle forming in her chest. she clearly had some effect on sophia, especially seeing as how the blonde hadn’t pulled away. “maybe i do,” she suggested with that confident smile. between sophia’s lips brushing against her ear, to sophia pulled her closer, harley thought her legs were going to give out. it was rare that harely felt the way she was when it came to a female, but sophia was really doing her in. “do you have ulterior motives?” harley raised an eyebrow, whether sophia could see her or not. she was actually very curious, to say the least. the way sophia was acting was different, but harley knew that straight girls acted like this, and often, when they became under the influence.

harley could feel sophia’s curves, and she squeezed her hips and ran her hands against the blonde’s back every chance she had. what she was doing, what she was thinking, was undoubtedly wrong, due to the fact that ryan was less than fifty feet away–though it’d be wrong even if he wasn’t there, and the fact that she cared annoyed her. she knew that she should care. she spent a lot of time that night caring about ryan’s feelings, and all of a sudden, she didn’t want to. she knew it was wrong, but she was just trying to have a good time with a friend, a straight friend nonetheless. harley couldn’t get her hopes up about anything, but what she did need was for her mind to stop racing. “i need a drink.“ the statement was abrupt, and harley pulled away from the blonde without warning. she wanted sophia. and as wrong as that was she walked away anyway, leaving the blonde on the dance floor.

making her way over to the drink table, harley made herself another vodka and punch, drinking it down in less than thirty seconds. a hiss formed on the tip of her lips as the alcohol made it’s way down her throat. she sighed, holding the cup in her hand and against her chest, absentmindedly biting the rim of the red solo cup. her back was towards sophia’s direction, so if the poor girl was just standing there, harley had no idea. glancing over in ryan’s direction, she could pinpoint his loud voice in a bigger crowd than the one she was in, she rolled her eyes. he hadn’t even gone looking for sophia. she could have been doing god knows what, with god knows who, but instead, she was doing some very sexy dancing with harley, which was probably worse than her kissing someone random. it was probably worse because of the “bro code” that was instilled in ryan and harley’s relationship, but as harley thought about that, she poured herself another cup of her favorite alcohol, and drank it down quickly enough to make her head spin. three drinks in and she felt the warmth rise up in her body, knowing that it was going to take effect.

turning around, she eyed the crowd for sophia. when she finally spotted her, she felt a pang of jealousy. there the small blonde was, dancing with another dark haired girl. harley knew she was hotter than that girl, though the girl was pretty hot, but seeing her dance so easily with someone else kind of ticked off the more important of the two dark haired beauties. it kind of provided truth to the theory that straight girls would dance like that with anyone when alcohol was in their system. to top it all off, they were sharing a drink, and harley had to roll her eyes. what if that drink had been spiked with something other than alcohol? harley scoffed at herself. she didn’t need to be the mother of the party. she was really just trying to nitpick at things that were wrong with the situation. harley had to look away, as she was becoming enraged, and instead of just leaving, or taking a break, she poured herself a shot, and right as she was about to swallow it down, she felt eyes on her. she wondered if it was ryan, but a quick check in his direction showed him making motions with his hands as though he was slapping someone’s ass–disgusting. she looked in sophia’s direction, the only other person in the room that mattered, and there her eyes were, laid right on harley as she moved in time with this other girl. it was as if she was taunting her. shaking her head in disbelief, harley looked sophia dead in the eye, swallowing her shot down before tossing the cup into the nearby garbage can with ease. it was easy now, to make her way back onto the dance floor without worry, and she quickly approached sophia and her new conquest, or whatever she was. “you can go now.” smiling sardonically in the unnamed girl’s directions, harley asserted her dominance into the situation and watched the girl walk away with a scoff leaving her lips. “that was cute.”

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a song like you → harley & sophia.

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ofcsophia:

sophia sipped her drink, smiling into the cup. the liquid tasted just barely of gin, and, well, that was dangerous. for sophia especially, because when she drank cocktails and other brews containing the barely-there taste of alcohol, she kept drinking and drinking. ryan was the same, and when they spent the day after a particular party together, they both felt annoyed with each other. sophia’s headache and bad mood didn’t combine well with ryan’s ill-being and hatred towards everything, and one time, they even broke up because of that whole situation. the breakup only lasted for two days before they got back together, but still.

she giggled at harley’s comment, noticing how her gaze seemed to rove her body and stepped closer to her, catching a strand of her hair between her fingers. “well, if it means anything, you always look good too,” she said before releasing it and leaning on the table, drink in hand, smile on her face. the alcohol was now overtaking, that much she knew, but it wasn’t in a bad kind of way - at least that’s how she felt. she searched the crowd for her boyfriend, seeing him in the corner with three other guys, talking animatedly about something, hands waving through the air. his audience of three seemed enchanted, and she smiled. even with a solid distance between them, she could see how hot he was - some would say that he blended into the crowd of other frat boys well, while some said that he was the hottest out of his group, therefore standing out. sophia no doubt agreed with the latter, and watched him for another couple of seconds before returning her attention to harley.

sophia took another sip, then tilted her head to the side and nudged her with her elbow, raising her eyebrows in question. “what d’you mean there’s no one worth bringing? i’m sure there’s like a line of girls, literally, who’d want to get in your pants! not to be too crude or anything, obviously. i mean, hell, you’re really attractive. ryan even said so himself, remember? of course if he tried anything, i’d skin him alive, but i guess that’s normal.” she laughed, drank a bit more and then sat her empty cup down on the table, clapping her hands together. “oh, harley! wait, you dance, right? i mean, ryan can’t dance for shit, and these parties are perfect if you want to let loose a little, you know? and god, do i wanna let loose. okay, listen, we’re going dancing, okay? empty your cup and we’ll go.”

harley hadn’t anticipated another touch from sophia, and though she had only touched her hair, it caused harley to roll her neck, trying to release some of the tension from it. this was not good. the fact that she was drinking was not good. the fact that she was at a party, around a girl she deemed to be the most gorgeous thing on the planet, without said girl’s boyfriend around, was not good. harley wasn’t one of those people that blamed alcohol for her actions. she believed that if something happened while you were drunk, or even tipsy, that it was something you actually wanted to happen while you were sober. what if ryan ditched them, or something--it had happened before, though they hadn’t been drinking. though ryan was just over in the corner with his “man friends”, anything could happen, especially since sophia had torn them away from her boyfriend. it sucked, however, when harley noticed sophia looking over at ryan. sophia had every right to look at ryan, it was her boyfriend, after all, and if harley felt a little jealous, than so what. it wasn’t like harley felt full-fledged jealous. she just felt a little irritated at herself with the fact that she was feeling the way she was. why did she have to find her best friend’s girlfriend so attractive? and why did it have to be the night of a party for christ’s sake? not that it would have been any better to find her attractive on any other night, but party nights usually led to things. the fact that harley was there alone and didn’t have anyone for something to lead to with kind of pissed her off, and she really wished she would have brought someone.

“my pants are a little tight,” harley joked, cursing herself for it being such a dad thing to say. “ryan is gross.” the statement was entirely true, and she found herself wanting to hate her best friend just because he was with sophia, but she took a deep breath and told her brain to calm the hell down. she laughed, regardless, hoping that sophia hadn’t taken her seriously, even if she was a little serious. “ryan hasn’t tried anything since he started dating you, so you’re good.” that didn’t mean that he didn’t try things before he was with sophia, because he had, especially when she was drunk, and there were several occasions she punched him in his gut and then went and got another beer with him--that’s how good of friends they were. “what? no. i don’t da--.” harley didn’t really have the heart to tell her no, especially since sophia had just kind of decided that they were dancing, and it really seemed like there was no changing the pretty girl’s mind. “well, i guess i dance.” shrugging her shoulders, trying to modest about the whole dancing thing, harley finished off her drink to two big sips. the alcohol burned the back of her throat, but it was all the liquid courage she needed to grab sophia’s hand and ignore the spark that she felt. 

blonde hair followed behind black hair as harley pulled sophia to the middle of the dance floor. was it really getting hot in the frat house, or was it just harley’s nerves? regardless of the reason, harley removed her black leather jacket, her tight black tanktop hugging her curves in all the right places, and even riding up her stomach a bit as she threw her jacket onto a nearby chair. “you wanna dance, huh?” harley raised a curious eyebrow, her tongue darting out to lick her lips and follow a line against her teeth. she looked like a vampire about ready to attack its prey. her dark makeup contrasted perfectly against her light skin, and if someone had seen her in a dark alley, they probably would have run the other way. “we’re gonna dance then.” giggling quietly to herself, harley gripped sophia’s hips and pulled sophia’s tiny body against her own. immediately, harley’s leg went between sophia’s and she began to move to the music, her hands placed firmly against sophia’s hips, squeezing lightly every so often. maybe sophia hadn’t known what she was getting into, but harley was sure she knew now.

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a song like you → harley & sophia.

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ofcsophia:

they mingled with the crowd, their hands clasped together. it was a nice kind of feeling. sophia hadn’t held hands with another girl in what seemed to be ages, and because she only ever had one girlfriend - and even that wasn’t particularly official - she’d been starting to miss it just a little. holding hands with ryan was different - yes, it was nice too, because they were a couple and couples were supposed to hold hands, but he was clumsy and such a stereotypical frat boy that she often thought they only held hands because they had to uphold the image of what a relationship should look like.

but the fact that she’d once had a girlfriend was kept a secret from ryan. it wasn’t that he was prejudiced or anything, but whenever sophia complimented a girl’s looks, he turned his head towards her in his special sort of way and asked, out loud, if she was maybe hiding something. it wasn’t anything wrong, of course not, but she still didn’t really feel the most comfortable telling him that she was bisexual, or about the girl who once meant the world to her, but was left behind when sophia moved for university. she and the girl had been in contact for a little while after that, but then they drifted apart, stopped talking to each other altogether, and that was that. it was a quiet sort of break-up, one without arguments or fights or any words exchanged at all, and now that she was in college and living a different life with a boy by her side, sophia didn’t want to bring it up. ryan never really seemed to figure it out, which was just as well. there was no need for him to.

as they walked, sophia realized that harley, in contrast with her tough appearance, what with the leather jacket and the boots, had a softness to her. for a moment she wondered if that was what she was really like, tough on the outside but soft on the inside, and what her girlfriends thought about her. maybe, if she were someone different, she wouldn’t mind finding out for herself, but for now, she could just stick to her secret thoughts that in all truth, had never really meant anything.

she lost her train of thought, maybe for the better, when they reached the table, and sophia poured herself another mixture of gin and juice. she watched as harley poured into her own cup, her eyes darting from her face to her hands and back again. then harley complimented her, distracting her, and sophia grinned instead. “oh, thank you!” she exclaimed. “you know, i’ve been wondering whether i look good tonight or not! ryan was already drunk when i came here and he always showers me with compliments anyways. i was really worried about this thing, honestly,” she continued, pointing to the beige top she’d brought from home all those months ago and had only ever worn it twice since then, this time combining it with a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of stan smiths. “so it’s especially nice to get confirmation from you, actually! so, did you bring anyone with you tonight?”

it was odd, holding hands with a girl that she found attractive. of course, harley had held hands with women she found attractive before, but it had been quite some time since she had. of course, the girl she had to find absolutely stunning had to be her best friend’s, straight girlfriend. okay, so harley was assuming that sophia was straight, but she just seemed it. sure, harley had great gaydar, but it just wasn’t going off high enough with sophia, for harley to even think that she was at least bisexual. it was unfortunate, because harley knew that she could show any girl a good time, and the one girl she wouldn’t have minded showing a good time to as of late, was with ryan. she just couldn’t get over that. ryan was cool, yes, and yes, he was her best friend, but he was a tool, and for no other reason than sophia’s sake, harley wanted to shake her and ask her what the hell she was doing with him. they went well together, looks-wise, but that was as deep as it got, at least that’s what harley had picked up on. maybe it was wrong of her to just assume all of the things that she was, and she knew what they said about people that assume--they make an ass out of themselves--but she just couldn’t help it. it was like a bad habit at that point, and she couldn’t break it, just like you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks.

“you always look good,” harley mumbled, kind of hoping that sophia wouldn’t hear her. usually, harley was outspoken, and didn’t give a damn who heard what she said, but if sophia heard the wrong thing, in the wrong tone, then she might go running back to ryan and tell him what was said. she liked being friends with ryan, and with sophia, so she wasn’t trying to openly ruin anything. harley looked sophia up and down one more time, noting how her tight, black jeans hugged her body, and how the beige top kind of accentuated her torso--more specifically, her breasts. the fact that sophia wanted harley to tell her that she looked good was a nice symbolic act of their friendship, but of course, harley hoped deep down that it meant something else. sophia could need anyone’s conformation of her looking good, and take it with great stride, especially seeing as how ryan only complimented her when drunk, and if he wasn’t drunk, he just gave a “yeah, ya look great, babe”, and harley knew this because she had seen it in action. 

“no, no one.” harley snapped out of her trance of checking out her friend, and decided it was best to pay attention to the conversation they were having versus trying to peer down the blonde girl’s shirt. the darker haired girl had a habit of checking out the girls on campus, and surprisingly, none of them ever really said anything to her. some of them were straight girls, some of them weren’t, but hell, harley even checked out the guys--it was another habit she had. harley knew that a lot of girls in college chose to experiment, so harley had to be careful. she wasn’t up for being anyone’s fling--they could be her fling, but not the other way around. if harley was ever into someone, or had a one night stand, and was then thrown to the side, she was sure that her tough girl exterior would be broken. “there’s no one really worth bringing.” she shrugged casually, taking a sip of her vodka and punch. “i mean, there’s no one i could bring that’s worth bringing.” harley wanted to kick herself for that subtle hint, but hey, she didn’t have to be talking about sophia. there were plenty of other girls that could hold her attention. harley was thankful that sophia was drinking, so maybe she wouldn’t pick up on her insinuation.

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a song like you → harley & sophia.

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ofcsophia:

the party had barely just started, and yet the room was already so congested that when people moved through the crowd, the entire room seemed to shift. sophia held her cup close to her chest and drank from it slowly - ryan had brought her her third cup of gin and juice and she’d taken it from his hands eagerly, resting against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. a nice kind of dizziness had surrounded her, and she smiled up at ryan who hovered above her, his arm around her shoulders. she could smell the beer on his breath each time he shouted over the music blasting through the speakers, and could taste it when they kissed. “you are a disgrace to society, you know that?” she joked after he kissed her again, a grin playing at his lips.

at times like these, she didn’t care that her boyfriend couldn’t really stop himself after a couple of drinks. sometimes, even she preferred to step over her own limit and deal with the consequences of her drinking choices the next day. and because this was ryan’s frat house, he stringed her along to every party, making it known that they were indeed a couple. she didn’t complain, not at all, because she knew that having a good time wouldn’t be a problem for them - he was a popular guy, and at frat parties, there always seemed to be something to do. plus, with the addition of a couple of drinks, there was even more fun to be had.

ryan, in his state of drunkenness, swayed from side to side as if there was wind present to help him move. sophia laughed as he repeated for the third time that he was okay and that he wasn’t actually drunk, but then he almost fell to the floor when one of the guys he knew bumped into him as the crowd shifted again. they laughed it off and ryan pulled himself upright again. sophia opened her mouth to complain about the crowd and berate ryan for letting so many people into the house, but then, from the corner of her eye, she saw harley.

if sophia was single, and if she actually was interested in harley, which, of course, she obviously, absolutely, wasn’t, she would have dared letting her gaze linger on her a bit more. there was no denying it - the girl walked through the crowd and everyone stared after her - sophia could relate, because people stared after her too, but harley was a different kind of good-looking and her sex appeal invited sophia’s attention too. she pushed ryan off her when harley neared them and smiled back at her, grinning wide. “harley, hi! ryan here was just about to pass out. which is nothing new, really,” she started, “how’s your day been so far? oh, how about i get you a drink? i could use a refill myself. and you can even accompany me if your heart so desires. i’m sure this dweeb will be perfectly fine by himself.” she slowed down, knowing well that when she had some alcohol in her, there was nobody stopping her from talking herself to death. “you look smashing, by the way. come,” she said, offering a hand for harley to take, and started towards the drinks & snacks table.

sophia was a little tipsy, harley had noticed, and ryan was definitely drunk. the fact that he had almost fallen over from a light punch made harley laugh. he was such a lightweight, at least, for a guy he was. it was actually kind of funny to watch him in action, except for when that action was making out with sophia, in which case, harley wanted to gag. it wasn’t like she was one of those lesbians that had a thing against straight people, it was just that she had seen ryan kiss sophia from time to time, and it look like he wanted to climb inside of her mouth, especially when he was drunk. harley had known ryan for what seemed like a long time now, and they had even declared each other best friends, so she could fuck with him if she really wanted to. there were several occasions that she’d grab his hair while he was kissing sophia just to get him to stop sucking the girls’ face. he’d let out an “ow”, like the pussy he was, and she’d make a comment about how she was sure he didn’t like it rough in bed. they were like brother and sister, even though before he had met sophia, he made comments about getting harley into bed. in his defense, he was drunk, and if he had actually tried anything, she would have kicked his ass--and badly. 

ryan was a good looking kid. when she would say that guys were good looking, people would look at her like she was crazy. they’d gasp, and say something along the lines of, “but you’re a lesbian?”. harley’s one, and only, reply would be that she was gay, and not blind. attractive people were still attractive, whether you wanted to have sex with them or not. her eyes worked, it was just her libido that didn’t kick into overdrive when she looked at a guy, especially ryan. ryan was gross, and even if she was straight, she wouldn’t have gone for him. he looked like a fuckboy, and she was sure that before sophia, he actually was one, but at that point, harley tried to pay the least bit of attention to his sexual antics.

sophia, on the other hand? that girl was the most gorgeous person that harley had ever seen. she was cute, and sexy, and beautiful, and everything in between. she was the perfect combination of features and attitude, at least to harley she was, and to some others, she wasn’t. not everyone had to be everyone else’s cup of tea, but sophia was definitely harley’s cup of tea. of course, she had to be her best friend’s girlfriend, and nothing could ever happen, so harley just kind of kept her opinions on sophia buried deep down inside of her soul. harley even tried not to drink around them, for fear of what would surpass her lips.

when sophia began talking a mile a minute, asking harley questions left and right, harley just stood there with her eyes wide. “okay,” was all she could get out before sophia offered her hand, and harley took it. the fact that when their fingers touched harley felt an electric pulse run through her body, made her growl internally. while harley actually did relationships and feelings, she couldn’t bring herself to do a relationship, let alone feelings, with sophia. that was ryan’s girlfriend, and wasn’t she like straight or something? harley could never tell, though when she had first met sophia, she silently prayed to any god that she’d be into that sort of thing. then came ryan, and all bets were off. stopping at the drink and snack table, harley made herself a vodka and punch drink, sipping it slowly while she grabbed a handful of pretzels. “ya look good,” harley commented, mid-crunch into a salty pretzel. how charming.

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a song like you → harley & sophia.

harley was running late. there was a spring party at one of the greatest frat houses the campus had to offer. harley wasn’t part of a sorority, and in fact, she thought they were kind of odd, but she did enjoy the parties--which she attended often. harley had always been a bit of a party-person, but her outgoing personality had flourished even more so when she entered college. she was one of the few freshmen to attract seniors left and right, whether it be boys or girls--though she wished it was only the girls that would approach her. being a lesbian was tough, harley had noted, due to the fact that unwanted males would invade her personal bubble, thinking that it was okay to come onto her, knowing damn well that she was into women. everyone on the college campus, or most of the student body, knew that harley was a lesbian. why? because she made it known. she talked about her sexuality freely, and when she had a girl on her arm, she flaunted her. that was the good thing about harley, she was out and proud, and absolutely did not like to hide her relationships. sure, she had dated people that were closeted before, but it didn’t last. harley would never pressure someone to come out. if they weren’t ready, they weren’t ready. not everyone had the luxury of having as supportive family and friends as harley did, but because she was so secure with her sexuality, she just couldn’t handle having to hide her relationships. 

with her tight, light blue jeans, and black top, harley made her way towards the living room and slipped on her black leather boots, and black leather jacket. those two items always completed her outfit. making her way out of her apartment--perks of having a scholarship was that she could live in and on-campus apartment, rent free--harley walked down the street and towards the frat house. it was a little chilly, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. she passed a couple of acquaintances that she said hello to, and rolled her eyes when one of those random girls she had slept with yelled “call me”. harley wasn’t a player, but she did enjoy sex. what she didn’t enjoy, however, was the stage five clingers that came with it. she had only slept with a handful of people, and most of them she had been dating, so it wasn’t like she was a “slut”, or whatever people tried to call her. truth be told, harley didn’t care even if she was a slut. she was the kind of girl that was proud of who she was, and that was that. she was sick and tired of the world judging women and calling them whores, all because they liked a good fuck.

making her way into the frat house, she sighed in relief. it was a bit warmer than outside’s temperature, but that was just because there were so many bodies. the music was bumping, and she kind of felt like she was at a concert. she had to excuse herself a couple times to even just get past the front door, but once she was on her way, she was pushing through the crowd. harley was mostly there to meet her good friends ryan and sophia. though she didn’t know how good of a friend she was to ryan, seeing as how harley had the hots for sophia. how could she not, though? she was gorgeous. “what’s up?” she asked as she approached them, punching him in the arm, and throwing a charming smile in sophia’s direction.