Concept: after many hatefucking sessions, ilona and scarlett end up as lovers who unfortunately makeout everywhere (11 + 74)
11. “Someone could walk in on us…” / 74. “You’re the worst and I can’t stand you. You wanna make out?”
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It had started out as a one time encounter. And it was supposed to stay a one time encounter. Neither Ilona nor Scarlett were completely sure how one became two, then three, then… it must have been about ten at this point. So, they had finally come to terms with the fact that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and embraced their enemies-with-benefits relationship.
“Are you even listening to me?” Ilona asked with a pout.
Scarlett looked up from her phone. “Nope, not at all,” she shrugged as her gaze went right back to her screen.
“Ugh,” she scoffed, “you bitch.”
“Eat me,” she rolled her eyes.
Ilona huffed and crossed her arms. “You’re the worst and I can’t stand you,” she muttered, then, after a beat, added, “you wanna make out?”
Scarlett set her phone down and looked around. The coffee shop wasn’t crowded, but they weren’t completely secluded in their booth. “Someone could walk in on us…” She furrowed her brows. “I mean, not in on us… but still, you know what I mean.”
But Ilona didn’t flinch in the slightest. “And who gives a fuck? No one’s looking over here, and you’re being boring as shit.”
She arched her brow. “Well, how can I say no to such a compelling argument?” she asked dryly. Then, after another beat, she shrugged. “Fuck it, why not?” she decided, moving to sit on the same side of the booth.
“Finally,” she said with an exaggerated sigh. She wrapped her arms around Scarlett’s waist and pulled her close.
They kissed deeply, with the practiced ease that only came from doing this far too many times. They had mapped out each other’s bodies, had every inch committed to memory. Of course, there weren’t things they would ever confess. Because they still hated each other, obviously.
But the way they melted into the kiss, the way they gripped onto each other for dear life… Well, if anyone had seen them, it would no doubt look like a couple that was very much in love. And in reality, hate was much closer to love than it was to indifference, they were two sides of the same coin.
“I still hate you,” Ilona muttered against her lips.
“Whatever, I’m not done,” Scarlett retorted as their lips reconnected.
