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How to be a Heartbreaker || Climogen
Raising her eyebrows in surprise at Imogen’s reassurances Clare had all but convinced herself that her brief lapse of judgment would be met with shock or awkwardness from the older girl. But her reassurances gave her a small feeling of hope that she hadn’t completely messed things up. Exhaling slowly she willed herself to relax. Causing a scene by continuing to apologize for something that had clearly not bothered the older girl would only make things worse between them. Besides, Imogen had told her it was okay and if she hadn’t really meant it surely she would have placed more distance between their bodies. “No judgement zone sounds nice,” she murmured in reply, capturing her lower lip between her teeth. “I probably should have listened to your instructions more, but I guess… reaching for someones hand during conversation seems a bit more natural to me than giving their shoulder or arm a squeeze,” she explained, hoping her rambled thoughts were coming out enough to make sense. Clare had always been one who enjoyed holding other peoples hands and quite often during conversations or moments of trying to soothe someone she found herself reaching out for their hand. It was as Imogen said an instinct that was clearly hard for her to break, even in a tutoring session.
What did she want to do next? The question wasn’t complicated. It didn’t require her to spend great amount of time thinking about it. And if she were to follow Imogen’s advice and follow her own set of instincts Clare had her answer within a few minutes. Once she cleared her head from cluttered thoughts and worries the answer was really a no brainer. The difficulty however was in speaking up and actually verbalizing what it was she wanted to do next. Licking her lower lip Clare diverted her gaze from the older girls, finding it suddenly too hard to look her in the eyes and answer her question. “Well..,” she started, pausing, as she gathered her thoughts. Following the advice Adam had often shared with them, telling her to just rip the bandage off she knew that was the only way she was going to be able to get through this. “I guess… if I follow your advice of following instincts and I try not to over think this too much the next thing I would want to do would be um.. kiss the person,” she explained, choosing her words carefully. “It just seems like the next logical place to go unless of course there’s a step that I’m missing and I’m sure that there is, but um if there was uhh someone I was dating or into and I was following these steps kissing someone seems like the thing to do,” she rambled.
Imogen smiled when the younger girl admitted that a no judgement zone sounded nice and gave Clare's hand another friendly squeeze, listening to the girl's explanation as to why she'd wound up reaching out to touch her hand instead of her shoulder, heat rising to her cheeks when she admitted that she should have listened to the instructions more. Did that mean that she'd been thinking of... other things, while she'd been trying to listen? Given the fact that the girl had certainly seemed to be giving her her undivided attention, whatever she was thinking, it was about her... No, knock it off, she scolded herself silently, having to force herself from physically shaking her head so as to avoid confusing the girl beside her. Clare probably just meant that she should have followed the instructions better, not that she had been too distracted to fully register them in the first place... yes, that was surely what she meant. "Makes sense" she supplied, giving the younger girl an encouraging smile after she explained herself, hoping to set Clare at ease. "Like I said, one of the most important things isn't to follow a set of directions precisely; it's to do whatever feels right to you" she added, squeezing the younger girl's hand once more at the last word, a warm smile on her face.
She waited patiently while the other girl thought about what she wanted to do next, maintaining a calm expression despite the state of chaos that the wait was throwing her mind into. She hadn't expected the question to be one that the girl would have to think about, but rather something she would just answer by doing... At least, that was what she had hoped, although she was reluctant to admit it. She didn't know what it was about Clare Edwards, but something drew her in, testing her powers of self restraint to the limit as she waited for the younger girl to come up with her answer. Watching Clare's face carefully, her gaze zeroed in on the girl's lips as she licked them, imagining what it would feel like to just lean forward and capture them with her own... No, she needed to stop that. Maybe she had Clare next to her on the couch, holding hands all alone in her otherwise empty house, but that didn't mean that she could simply have her way with her. When she heard Clare's response however, all of the walls of self control she had built up came crumbling down around her. The younger girl was just so damn cute as she rambled about kissing the person, and before Imogen knew it, she leaned forward to take the discussion out of the realm of the hypothetical and into reality, pressing her lips to the other girl's- gently, though there was a craving behind it that was startling in its intensity. Her eyes had fallen shut automatically when her lips touched the other girl's, but they snapped open once more when her brain caught up with her body and she realized what she was doing. She reluctantly forced herself to pull away, an embarrassed blush covering her face. "Sorry" she breathed, refusing to tear her eyes away from the other girl's despite the fact that by this point, her face was likely as red as a tomato.
Pretty much. If it can unbore me and keep this site’s novelty, I’ll do just about anything. Oh really? Stroking my ego, Moreno. I’m glad I can entertain.
Will you now? Interesting. I'm glad too; this place was boring me to tears. Any chance you could show me a good time?
I’m not picky, anything that’ll make this place worth while I suppose. How are you, Moreno?
Anything? You don't really mean that, do you Bianca? I'm doing pretty well I suppose... bored, but significantly less so now that you're here.
Now, do I get a prize since I drug my ass onto here?
That'd have to depend. What kind of reward are you looking for?
Girls+Clubs
"This place is more full than I thought" she chuckled. "Maybe we should get out of here, it’s getting late" she said. She didn’t want to leave, but the awkwardness would be settling in, and she knew she shouldn’t be doing such things. "I had a lot of fun" she took Imogen by the hand as she lead her to the door, as they climbed back into the car. "Luckily all this dancing got me sober" she giggled starting the car as she pulled out, as she headed back towards Imogen’s place.
Imogen bit her lip when Katie suggested that they leave, uncertain what to say. She was by no means ready to go anytime soon, but somehow she doubted that trying to get the girl to stay any longer would work very well. Besides... as much as she wanted her right now, she didn't want to do anything to make Katie uncomfortable. "Yeah, let's go" she agreed with a nod, heading outside with the other girl, allowing her to lead her by the hand. "Me too" she agreed brightly when Katie told her she'd had fun, a smile appearing on her face. She hopped into the car alongside Katie, buckling up as the other girl backed out of the space and headed back to her house.
Text to Girl I keep thinking about
Katie: I don't want to.
Imogen: Good, I'll be over in 10.
Text to Girl I keep thinking about
Katie: Oh. Well I don't know, mine? Well how about tomorrow night though? I mean I don't know, we could tonight?
Imogen: Aww, you'd really leave me hanging until tomorrow?
Girls+Clubs
Feeling Imogen hands along her body and hips gave her a shiver down her spin, the cool feeling gave to her for her hot body. She licked her lips, focusing away from Imogen, but all her thoughts consumed of the brunette, wanting more then to just dance with her, as she spun back around, she moved her head closer to Imogen’s as she continued to sway back and forth, blaming the music for the closeness, she locked her blue with Imogen, not straying away as she licked her lips. There was some tension, she could feel it, but before anything could be acted, the music changed, as Katie pulled away, as she moved from the crowd. “Damn, it’s hot in there” she smiled.
Imogen wrapped her arms around Katie when the taller girl turned back to face her once more, one arm draped over the girl's shoulder while her other hand rested at her hips, inching lower by the second as they swayed to the beat. Her brown eyes remained locked with Katie's blue ones all the while, her mouth curving into a smirk when Katie licked her lips. She considered bringing her lips forward to meet the other girl's and close the little distance remaining between them, but before she could do anything the music changed, and Katie suddenly pulled away, the moment broken. "You can say that again," she agreed, trying not to let the disappointment enter her tone as she followed Katie away from the crowd.
Text to Girl I keep thinking about
Katie: I wouldn't want you to do that Imogen. Like you said I make you wet, I'm sure I can make you soaking.
Imogen: Now we're talking ;) Your place or mine?
Girls+Clubs
The air room between them was minimum, something Katie wasnd liking with the girl. She had never been so intimate with such a woman, or any kind of woman, but the alcohol seemed to bury that fear from her. As the music slowed down slightly, so did Katie’s hips, as her arms moved against Imogen’s arm, slowly tracing her fingers along her skin, the drinks made her feel more alive, something that seemed to make Imogen become more close to her. Katie eyed her eyes, dragging them down to her lips, as she bit down on her own, fighting the thoughts of anything new to her. But as the music sped up again, Katie broke the lock between them as she turned around, pushing her backside against Imogen, feeling her outfit brush against her naked leg, as she bent forward, following the dance moves most people were doing, moves she had learned before.
Imogen shivered at the sensation of Katie's fingertips dancing across her bare skin, pressing herself closer still against the other girl as the dance slowed down, her hips moving in time with the beat. Her eyes locked on Katie's and her lips curved into a smile when she saw the other girl's eyes trail down to her lips. When the music sped up again, Imogen was surprised when the other girl suddenly turned around, backside pressed against her center. Her hands immediately found their way to the other girl's hips. She bit back a low groan at the sensation, tension building up between her thighs as she ground against the other girl, tips of her thumbs sneaking under Katie's top to touch bare skin.
Text to Girl I keep thinking about
Katie: Oh I don't know, I just hate to think you're all alone with this problem though.
Imogen: You're not going to make me play all by myself, are you?
How to be a Heartbreaker || Climogen
The silence on Imogen’s end when it came to her question about how much her mom worked wasn’t lost on Clare. From the little she heard via second hand at school the curly haired girl was aware of her dad’s health situation, but she knew little of her mom. Whether you wanted to call it journalist instincts kicking in or her own curiosity that often led her to trouble with her need to dig for the truth Clare just knew that there was more to this story than Imogen was willing to tell her. With their strange, undefined relationship, were they friends? Acquaintances? Two girls who were simply lonely and in need of help, seeking out one another’s advice on topics they couldn’t ask any one else? Whatever they were the curious girl knew that it wasn’t her place to question Imogen further or demand an answer from her for a question she probably had no right knowing. If today went well maybe the two could forge ahead with some kind of friendship where they’d get to know one another better. But even as those thoughts floated through her mind Clare doubted their acquaintanceship would ever cross into the land of friendship. It was a thought that surprisingly disappointed her, something she didn’t think she’d ever feel when it came to the quirky girl. But even spending a few minutes in the presence of the confident older girl had Clare thinking that maybe the previous judgments she had once harbored for her were wrong. Maybe, just maybe, Imogen was someone she could eventually call a friend. But that all depended on where today left them, and so far she wasn’t sure after today’s tutoring she’d ever be able to look her in the eyes again.
"S-sure," Clare agreed shakily, not quite sure what it was she had been agreeing to. It wasn’t that she had spent the past few minutes ignoring Imogen’s instructions. No, because she had been listening. At least she had been trying to listen, a task made all the more difficult by the way Imogen’s feather light touches hovered by her shoulder before lightly dancing down her arm, resting right above her elbow. The simple touches shouldn’t have turned her into such a stuttering, flushing mess, but somehow they had. Her heart thumped beneath her chest in a steady rhythm, making her wonder briefly if the older girl could hear the consistent thump-thump-thump of her heart too or if the sound was simply only echoing in her ears. Clare’s bright blue eyes searched Imogen’s darkened brown orbs trying to figure out where she was supposed to place her hand to give her light reassurance like she had instructed. That was what she had instructed wasn’t it? Too late to ask her to clarify she reached her hand out towards hers, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. Her fingertips brushed against Imogen’s and for only a second did she worry about how this would look and what Imogen would think. It wasn’t uncommon for Clare to reach out for her closest friends hands, giving them reassuring squeezes in times of need. While this certainly didn’t qualify as a time in need it took her only a few seconds to come to her senses and pull her hand away. Her eyes didn’t tear from Imogen’s, even as a wave of embarrassment washed over her. An apology sat on the tip of her tongue, ready to spill at any second. Instead, a stuttering flow of words spilled from her lips. “S-sorry. That.. uhh probably wasn’t what you meant in terms of um.. reassurance..,” she trailed off, her words sounding more like a question as they trailed off rather than a statement. Making no move to place a gap of space between their bodies Clare boldly kept her eye contact, something she normally didn’t in times of embarrassment. “Is it uh too soon to ask what the next piece of advice is?” she asked trying to keep her voice light to ease some of the tension that seemed to fill the air.
Imogen knew that Clare had probably been hoping for a more detailed answer about her mom, but at the moment she didn't particularly care. The two of them were little more than acquaintances, and while she was relatively certain that the younger girl wouldn't spread around stories about her home life the way Marisol had when she'd found out about her dad, but she still didn't feel entirely comfortable talking to the younger girl about her problems. More importantly, Clare had come here for a reason, and that reason didn't exactly involve her complaining about problems the younger girl had no means of fixing. As such, she was relieved when, despite her inquisitive nature, the curly haired girl dropped the issue and allowed her to move the conversation into safer waters... Well, safer for her, anyway.
She smirked at the shakiness in Clare's voice as the younger girl agreed with her instructions, loving how distracted and flustered she was managing to make the girl already. Her tongue flitted ever so slightly out as she subconsciously wet her lips, her heart pounding against her chest as she waited for Clare to follow the instructions she'd just given. She knew that it was a seriously terrible idea to allow herself to get so into this little tutoring session, but she simply couldn't help herself. The best thing to do at this point would be to get up, to take a step back and take a few breaths to calm herself, but she refused to back down. Bad idea or not, she was going to see this through, no matter what direction it took. Clare had asked her for help on how not to seem like a prude after all- despite whatever negative things that might imply, it also meant that Clare thought that she was fun, that she was flirty, and most importantly, that she wasn't the type to back down from anything. Wise idea or not, she was determined to prove the younger girl right, which would be difficult to do if she chickened out on this whole project the moment things started getting more intimate than she had expected.
With freshly renewed resolve, she watched as Clare's hand reached out for her, mildly surprised when the younger girl chose to go for her hand rather than her arm, a shiver running up her spine as the girl's fingertips danced across her own. She blinked when Clare suddenly pulled away, surprised by the flood of stuttering apologies spilled forth from the girl's mouth. "No, no, that was fine! You did great," she assured the curly haired girl quickly, a warm smile appearing on her face as she reached out to clasp Clare's hand. "I mean, it wasn't exactly what I asked, but instinct's more important than following a specific set of instructions, anyway. Whether it matches what you think you're supposed to do or not, just do whatever comes naturally, okay? No judgement zone" she assured the girl, giving her hand a small squeeze as she spoke. "I mean, having a list of guidelines to follow is great, but nothing beats instinct" she continued "So... no, definitely not too soon to ask for the next piece of advice" she continued with a small smile, subconsciously moving in closer still to the younger girl as she spoke. "But more important than what you should do next... What do you want to do?" she asked, waiting to see what the younger girl would do next. She didn't necessarily mean what Clare wanted to do with her in specific of course, but she felt as though the girl was doing well enough that it would be interesting to see where her instincts took her.
Text to Girl I keep thinking about
Katie: Oh know you're in trouble!
Imogen: Am I now? What are you going to do to me, miss Matlin?
Text to Girl I keep thinking about
Katie: Somehow I'm sure you couldn't resist touching yourself Imogen.
Imogen: Oops, you've caught me ;)
Text to Girl I keep thinking about
Katie: I am curious as to what you're doing Imogen, what are you doing?
Imogen: Oh not much, just laying in bed, all on my lonesome. I'm definitely not touching myself, and I'm /definitely/ not picturing you naked while I do it.