summary: “As soon as I get back, I will,” Mal lets out a little breath, collecting her thoughts, “you know what I’m gonna’ do? I’m going to fuck you bent over the desk, right where you and Doug were studying. Know why?”
“Tell me.” Evie’s palm is grazing over her clit and she can’t hold it anymore, doesn’t stop the broken moan that escapes her.
“So that whenever you have a study date with him, you always remember that I fucked you. Right. There.”
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Mal is at the boys’ room when she gets the call.
Jay’s in the middle of that stupid video game that once made Carlos too excited, enough to throw a nunchuck at the flatscreen television and shatter the thing; Carlos is in the process of 3-D printing a tiny Dude and Mal is lying on the bed, head hanging off the side of the bed while she leafs through her History of Magic textbook. The room is silent and it’s comforting, reminds me of her nights at the clubhouse back home.
The only thing missing from the perfect picture is Evie, who had to study with Doug for their Chemistry exam, and, well.
Evie would be shouting encouraging words at Jay, or having a pleasant conversation with Dude, or, like, lying in bed with Mal and trying to distract her from her studies.
“I’m hungry.” Dude interrupts the silence eventually, hopping onto the bed with Mal and staring down at her expectantly.
“Not your owner.” Mal retorts, turning the page.
She’s totally fake-studying. Mal’s read three chapters in the time she’s been in the boys’ rooms and she doesn’t remember a single fucking line she read. Maybe something or other about the wand, but even that’s a stretch.
This is what happens when your girlfriend is in another building, in her room, studying with an ugly troll who is in love with her and has probably never been acknowledged by a girl until now.
“Someone’s cranky because their girlfriend isn’t here.” Dude says as he hops off the bed, making Mal sit up and snap the book shut just to give him a look that, hopefully, communicates that yes, she will turn into a dragon and eat him right up.
“Feed your dog.” Mal snaps at Carlos, lying back down on the bed. She doesn’t open the book this time, though - instead chooses to stare blankly up at the wall and sigh.
“Be nice.” Carlos says to no one in particular - maybe to Dude, maybe to Mal - and then he pauses his 3-D scanning to finally feed his annoying dog.
That’s when Mal’s phone rings loudly and clearly in the room; it’s a generic, pre-installed one and Mal hasn’t cared enough to customize it yet, so. She reaches for it in her butt-pocket and her heart leaps when she notices the name shining bright on her screen: E, with a blue heart emoji, and a picture of Evie staring down intently at her homework with the sunlight hitting just right and wow, Mal really misses her girl.
“Is the troll gone yet?” Mal says as a way of greeting, smile so wide it’s hurting her cheeks. She knows that if Jay or Carlos saw her right now they’d tease the shit out of her but no one’s looking at her and she can smile whatever way she wants.
“He’s been gone a while.” Evie replies, voice shaking.
Mal frowns, immediately noticing the edge to her best friend’s voice, but decides not to comment on it just yet.
“And you didn’t tell me? Wow. Real good girlfriend i’ve got myself here.”
“I got caught up…” A pause, and when Evie speaks again, her voice is far too breathy, “thinking - uhm - about stuff.”
“Thinking about what stuff?” Mal asks, sitting up now.
“Before Doug left…remember?” Evie’s breath shudders and Mal closes her eyes, knowing damn well what is going on on the other end of the line.
They had been in the middle of a particularly intense make out session, right on Evie’s bed, with Mal sunk deep into the mattress as Evie ground down into her repeatedly. God. She remembered the way Evie looked and the way she felt and how badly she wanted to flip them over and just finger -
And then Doug had knocked.
Evie had frozen on top of her, face flush and lips bruised from previous ministrations, and Mal had practically begged for her not to open the door but. Evie is Evie and she had shouted I’m coming! (ironically so) before sliding off of Mal and rushing to the bathroom to fix herself up.
That’s how she ended up in Carlos and Jay’s room, cranky as fuck.
Mal licks her lips, then replies: “I remember. We didn’t get to…” suddenly remembering just where she is and who can hear her, Mal clears her throat and swallows back the lump in her throat, “um, we didn’t finish the homework.”
She hears Evie laugh on the other end, breathless, and Mal’s thighs squeeze together at the sound of her.
“Right, that,” Evie says, “We were rudely interrupted and…I was so close.”
As if to prove her point, Evie lets out a whimper - the sound she makes when fingers have found their way inside of her. Mal squeezes her eyes shut, trying her hardest to envision it. She can practically see Evie, spread out on the bed, on her back. She’s holding up her phone with one hand while the other works between her legs, one finger lazily stroking her walls to purposely make herself last a little and mercilessly tease Mal.
“How about now?” Mal’s mouth has gone dry and she’s glad that she’s giving her back to Jay and Carlos - Mal’s sure her skin is burning bright red right now and it’s like she can, fucking, hide it or something. She’s pale as fuck.
“God, I’m so close already. You know what I’m imagining, M?”
“Hm?” Mal mumbles back, way too far fucking gone to properly express herself.
“I’m imagining that it’s your fingers inside of me.”
Mal has to bite her lip to keep from moaning at Evie’s words; she’s not even in the same room as her girlfriend but the effect is the same, really - blushing, sweating, so fucking turned on that Mal can feel her underwear sticking to her -
“How many?” Mal moves off the bed, sitting on the edge of it. She needs to make it to the bathroom that’s, hopefully, fucking soundproof so she can tell Evie everything on her mind right now. And that’s a lot. There’s plenty of cursing she wants to get through, plenty of screaming, plenty of Evie you’re a big fucking tease and I hate you.
Mal purses her lips, hating her entire life right now.
Evie doesn’t answer; Mal literally hears her pushing her fingers into herself. She can tell by the way Evie gasps, the way her breathing stills for a second as she adjusts to the stretch.
“I have to use the bathroom,” Mal blurts, suddenly, standing up from the bed and heading to the restroom, head bowed and phone pressed tightly to her ear. Jay and Carlos exchange a look and Dude says something but Mal doesn’t particularly care; all she cares about is the girl on the other line waiting for instructions.
“Yeah?” Evie’s voice sounds so low and husky and Mal feels desire shoot straight down to her gut at the sound of it.
“Shit,” Mal whispers, stepping away from the door after locking it and stepping into the bathtub. She pulls the curtain closed, hoping for the best, and then works on calming her heart rate before speaking again. “I need you to go and fuck yourself.”
And if Mal meant that in more ways than one - well.
She really wishes she could just run across campus to the girl’s dorm room, go up the two flights of stairs to her room, and fuck Evie senseless herself but alas, she would most definitely be done by the time Mal got there.
“I wish you-” Evie gasps when she curls her fingers inside of herself, arousal coiling tight, “shit - I wish you were here.”
“What would I be doing? If I was there, I mean.” Mal is feeling too damn much right now - sue her for not being able to talk dirty properly.
“You’d be fucking me.” Evie can barely get the words out. “God, just fuck me.”
“As soon as I get back, I will,” Mal lets out a little breath, collecting her thoughts, “you know what I’m gonna’ do? I’m going to fuck you bent over the desk, right where you and Doug were studying. Know why?”
“Tell me.” Evie’s palm is grazing over her clit and she can’t hold it anymore, doesn’t stop the broken moan that escapes her.
“So that whenever you have a study date with him, you always remember that I fucked you. Right. There.”
Evie’s eyes flutter closed, images of Mal fucking her bent over her desk flying across her mind, burning, and she shudders urgently. Her jaw unhinges as her toes curl, the phone falling away from her shoulder.
She breathes heavily for a moment and Mal listens, the image of Evie coming so clear in her mind that for a second, she feels like she’s there, on top of her, kissing her as she comes out of that post-orgasm haze. Mal’s own breathing is heavy and she would laugh at how ridiculous this is - sitting in your best friends’ bathroom while your girlfriend fingers herself on the phone - if she weren’t so turned on.
“Hm?” Evie responds after a second of silence, sounding dazed and relaxed (a.k.a the complete opposite of Mal).
Evie laughs, right into Mal’s ear, and they both damn well know her statement is the farthest thing from the truth.
“Are you in the bathroom? There’s a weird echo.”
“Yes, I’m in the bathroom! You called me while I was on Carlos’ bed!”
“Bathroom isn’t soundproof.”
Mal hangs up the phone and then lifts herself out of the bathtub, giving herself a once-over on the bathroom mirror before stepping out the bathroom. She finds Jay still at the video game, Carlos still at the 3-D printer, and Dude sitting on the bed, right on top of her text book.
“Took you long enough.” Jay comments from the side, pausing the game and giving her a look. She rolls her eyes, mostly ‘cause she doesn’t have a snarky reply to that.
“What’s up with your face?” Dude asks, sitting up and cocking his head a little, “it’s all red.”
“Lunch was bad today.” Mal offers, shrugging. Carlos accepts the excuse but Dude is still looking at her with beady little eyes - so. “I’m going back to my room.”
Mal makes a beeline for the door, eager as fuck to get back to Evie, but then Dude speaks up again.
“Don’t forget your textbook.”
“Right.” Mal stomps over to the bed, yanks the book from under Dude, and just like that, she’s out the door and speed walking out of the boys’ dorms. Mal has never once ran during P.E. but now she rushes like her life depends on it, pushing past doors and shoving some girls out of her way and clicking at the elevator button twenty-six times before it opens on her floor and -
“Took you long enough.” Is what Evie says when Mal finally bursts through the door to their room, panting and red-faced, phone still clutched in her hand.
“You’re pure evil.” Mal slips her leather jacket off, kicks off her boots.
“So I’ve been told.” Evie watches Mal push her jeans off her hips, arching an eyebrow.
“Do you know how hard it was to control myself in there with you -“ Mal finally climbs on the bed, only in her underwear, and straddles Evie’s hips, “just…doing that…on my phone?”
“Can’t even imagine.” Evie teases, fingernails raking up and down Mal’s bare thighs. “Poor baby.”
Evie doesn’t wait another second before swiftly flipping them over; Mal’s eyes wander from face to Evie’s bare chest to tummy to -
“Tell me how to make it up to you, then.” Evie whispers against her lips right before crashing them together in a kiss dripping in desire and frustration and just a little anger on Mal’s behalf.
“It’ll take a while.” Mal argues, voice just a little far away because Evie is working on molting bruises into her neck. Teeth graze over her pulse point for a second and Mal sighs.
“Well, lucky for you,” Evie nips at her prominent collarbone, “I’ve got all day.”
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