“Fuck. Shit shit shit-“ The blonde looked up and her hair moved to fall around her face, her bangs landing at odd angles. Which made the woman standing above her let out a laugh and a teasing murmur. “Language Scatorccio” The voice came from none other than Miss Charlotte Matthews, who’s hands were tangled in the hair of Natalie Scatorccio as Nat attempted to keep their clothing, which was being peeled off the girls a mile a minute, from hitting the floor loud enough to attract the other team members. “Hush Matthews.” Nat murmured against the brunettes lips. “How do you suggest I do tha- oh god Nat- fuck-“ Lottie buried her head in the blonde’s shoulder.
“We have got to get going” Nat said gently, running her hands through Lottie’s messy curls. Lottie shook her head. “Lots…….” Lottie could hear the Italian wavering in and out of Nat’s voice “we can’t stay like this you know that.” Lottie nodded, “every single time” the brunette murmured and Nat sighed “Lottie- c’mon” “no it’s fine” Lottie tugged on her sleeve. “C’mere. I’m not…not angry. Ok?” She pulled the blonde into a tight hug. “Let’s get our clothes on ok? As much as I enjoy seeing that red bra on your body, I would prefer if I was the only one who got to see it. We gotta hurry up.”
They smiled at each other and for a moment it was just them. The blonde and the brunette. The girls who would partner up for soccer practice every other week. “Don’t make it obvious” was Nat’s constant reminder. And as much as Lottie hated keeping the fierce girl, HER fierce girl, a secret, she knew both of them couldn’t afford to let the truth of their escapades get out to the public.
Nat laughed at Lottie’s statement, and pulled her shirt over her head, and then her leather jacket. Lottie brushed the fabric in between her fingers. “No Lot.” The blonde whispered, the smile on both their faces instant. “I like wearing it- it makes me feel……yours.” Nat intertwined their fingers together. “You are mine, but we- uhm…. let’s get going.” She pulled the plaid skirt she was wearing earlier over her hips and waited for Lottie to finish up, stepping out of the darkness of the closet and into the dimly lit hallway of the Taylor’s upstairs, smoothing her hair down. She turned to Lottie “5 minutes.” “I know the drill” Lottie teased, Nat stared at the taller woman who apparently flourished in the dark, she could stare at the girls dark brown eyes for hours, and that smile- then the door shut, and Lottie was gone.
Nat made her way down the hallway. She could hear Shauna and Jackie making out in Jackie’s room and she rolled her eyes “really subtle Jinx” she thought to herself. She made her way into the kitchen and stopped when she saw Van’s face. “What are you staring at?” She asked oblivious, “What are you WEARING!?” They asked, a look of pure and utter delight on their face. “What- what do you mean” Nat looked down.
She was wearing her shirt, and her jacket and Lottie’s baby pink skirt-. Nat swore and did a double take. “Oh this- I um-“ She stopped herself when Tai walked in, clearly drunk and stumbling around. The curly hair brunette threw her arms around Van. “Vanyyyyyy-“ she turned to look at the girl Van was staring at. She was immediately somewhat sober, “what are you wearing?” “That’s what I asked…holy shit-“ Nat’s eyes followed Van’s and Tai’s as she stared at Lottie who had just wandered in. Lottie looked normal, her Lot, just like she always did.
Except Lottie’s lips were a bit numb and there was a red mark that Lottie had apparently tried to hide with the wrong shade of concealer. Lottie always teased that Nat imagined herself to be a vampire when they made out. Apparently Lot wasn’t that far off on comparisons. She was wearing that pink puffy shirt that was easy to take off, (Nat would know and she smiled to herself at that) and the dark red and black skirt with the chain that belonged to- Natalie. Fuck. Lottie apparently seemed to understand the situation when she glanced at her baby pink skirt, currently on her girlfriend’s hips, and looked back up at Nat, her eyes wide.
“That’s just- we just-“ Lottie stuttered and Nat grabbed Lottie’s hand. “We will just be a second-“ “Do you want my concealer lot?” Jackie asked as she walked past- “who did that- oh shit” her eyes traced to Nat and they widened. “Jinx don’t worry about it-“
Natalie pulled Lottie into a hallway and swore.
(Obviously it’s not done and it’s very bad but I’m SICK so stfu)
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