Kirby watched Juliet run her mouth, that same sharp edge, that same attitude, and instead of pushing back, she leaned into it, slow and deliberate, like she liked the fight. At the “baby” comment, her lips curved, eyes glinting. “Yeah, I know,” she murmured, voice low, almost amused. “You say it to everyone but you don’t look at everyone like that when you do.” Her gaze dragged over Juliet, unhurried, like she had time to pick her apart piece by piece. “That part? That’s just for me.” When Juliet dropped the “bestie” again, Kirby huffed a soft laugh, leaning just a little closer instead of backing off. “You keep saying that like it’s gonna convince either of us,” she said, tone light but loaded. “If anything, it just makes this worse.” Her eyes flicked to Juliet’s lips for half a second before coming back up, smirk deepening. At the missed meeting comment, Kirby didn’t even try to deny it, if anything, she leaned into it harder. “Yeah I remember,” she said, slower now, voice dipping. “You weren’t exactly focused on anything else, were you?” A pause, just long enough to let it land. “And, I'm pretty sure towards the end you were the one bouncing on top of me." Juliet’s whole speech about control only made Kirby’s expression sharpen, interest flickering properly now. She tilted her head slightly, studying her like she’d just found something she wanted to play with. “Mm. That tracks,” Kirby said quietly. “You like control, you like knowing exactly what’s happening, when it’s happening, and that you’re the one making it happen.” She moved closer again, close enough now that there wasn’t really space between them anymore, her voice dropping just a little. “But the fact you’re even considering letting someone else take over?” A slow smile. “That’s new.” When Juliet challenged her, Kirby didn’t hesitate this time. She didn’t joke it off. Didn’t soften it. “Yeah,” she said simply. Her hand found Juliet’s waist, steady, grounding, not pushing, just there, like it belonged. “I do.” There was something in the way she said it, calm, certain, like she’d already decided how this was going to go long before Juliet caught up. Juliet shifting closer, legs hooking, hands trying to guide, Kirby let her. She leaned in just enough that her voice dropped, closer now, more intimate, teasing right on the edge of something heavier. “And if you were actually judging?” she added softly, eyes flicking over Juliet’s face, her lips, the way she was already reacting. “You wouldn’t be this distracted.” Kirby’s thumb brushed lightly against Juliet’s hip, slow, absent, but intentional enough to make it known she was there. “We were supposed to be going out, you know,” she added, almost casually, like this wasn’t already derailing completely. “But if this is what happens when you get bored,” her smirk deepened, voice dipping just a fraction lower, “Maybe we should stay in all the time." Kirby’s smirk turned wicked as she leaned in the final fraction closer, closing the tiny space between them. Without hesitation, she leaned in, pressing her mouth to Juliet’s core, teasing at first, testing, daring. Her hands slid deliberately to Juliet’s legs, gripping with steady, confident control, pulling her flush against her. She dove in again, mouth claiming her, with even more hunger now. Every suck, every lick, every subtle press was designed to test limits, heat building fast.
if someone knew juliet, they knew that she did what she wanted whenever she wanted. she wasn’t used to caring about the people around her; she was selfish, and she knew it, but it wasn’t as if she really cared about that, if she was completely honest. at that point, the only people she cared about were her brother and her best friend. the rest could go fuck themselves, or if they were pretty girls, they could come and line up to fuck her—she wasn’t picky at all. “sometimes you need to let people take over. can’t i be curious about what being a bottom feels like, kirby?” she laughed. if they compared each other, she knew kirby was more of a top than she was, but she wasn’t going to admit it out loud; she probably never would. as she guided her best friend closer to where she wanted her, she smirked. “don’t underestimate my judging abilities,” she assured her. “i’m not distracted at all—amused and surprised, maybe, distracted never,” she winked at her. at her comment about staying in all the time if it meant they would end up tangled like that, juliet smirked. “you say that as if deep down you won’t be thinking about that other girl when you’re bored,” she teased, a sigh leaving her lips as she felt kirby’s mouth on her, her head tilting back. no one would be able to deny that kirby knew what she was doing, and juliet loved it. her hand moved to keep the blonde’s head steady. “fuck, kirby,” she moaned, biting down on her lower lip. “for now, that’s good execution—see? i can, in fact, judge you,” she chuckled, her hips moving so she could match kirby’s movements. “but if you want to even get me to beg you to use one of those toys you like, you should shut my brain off. you still have room for improvement.”
