Little Miss Perfect
Fem!Vil x Fem!Rook based on the song Little Miss Perfect.
Vill was at the top of her game, top of the dorm, no, top of the school. Perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect grades. Everyone in the school wanted to date her or be her, and yet it still felt like something was missing? Was being little miss perfect not enough? Perhaps it was just the temptation of things that would lead her astray, she didn't need things like that. Getting in trouble, relaxing and experiencing love. Those were things she didn't know and didn't need.
"Rooke. Are you free to come over tonight?"
"Oui!" Rooke readily agreed, "A sleepover with Reine de Poisons, I simply couldn't refuse."
Vill let out a slight sigh. It always seemed to slip her mind at how oddly excited her Vice could be. "It's nothing of the sort. I just need someone to review my essay for Professor Trein."
"As you wish. I shall look forward to tonight." Rooke skipped off down the hallway, leaving Vill shaking her head and denying the excitement boiling within her.
What happened that night was iconic~
"Here, I made us some iced apple tea." Rooke sat her self down on the bed across from the perfect prefect, holding out the cup. "It's a special blend to conform with your dietary preferences."
One of Vill's eyebrows perked, and after a moments hesitation she took the cup and brought the straw to her lips. Rooke did the same enjoying her own, that bright smile still gracing her lips. 'How adorable,' Vill thought quickly biting her lip to change the train of thought. "Good?" Green eyes matched with her violet ones. "Very." Vill quickly turned back to the papers in front of her, "Back to work now."
The study date went on normally for a few minuets, no hours. How had it gotten so late? It hardly felt like time was passing.
"May I braid your hair?" Rooke asked, rising from her spot on the bed to stand behind her leader. "Why?" Was Vill's short answer, not bothering to look up from her paper.
"So I can see your face better."
That got Vill to stop; her throat tightening, heart beating faster.
"I'm only joking. Well partly." Rooke's hands set on the others shoulders. "You keep pushing it behind your ear and it keeps falling forward."
Of course the hunter would notice something like that. Her sense were so sharp. Could she hear Vill's heart beating right now?
"Fine."
There was no response other than a happy giggle before Rooke wove her fingers into the other's hair, skillfully parting and pulling it into a french braid. Vill had fully intended to go back to working but this feeling came over her. Was this what butterflies were? Eyes slid shut, her head titling back into the touch. A relieved breath slips out between her rose glossed lips. This feeling, it was nice. Everything seemed to slip away for a moment.
After securing her own scrunchie at the end of the braid, Rooke leaned down to whisper in Vill's ear. "All done." Her breath was so warm. "The look suits you." Her face was so close. "I'm not surprised. You are always beautiful."
Perhaps it had been that she was still relaxed, or that enticing smile that ultimately drew her in but the next thing Vill knew is that her lips were pressed against the others. It was nice. She hadn't expected her lips to feel so soft. That butterfly feeling was back, that excitement was bubbling insider her again. Happiness.
Vill's eyes momentarily met with her own in the reflection of her desk mirror and she realized her mistake. "No no no n-no no nono." She jumped away stumbling back and onto her bed.
"What's wrong?" Despite the initial shock Rooke quickly recovered. "I thought it was a nice kiss."
"I don't need distractions." Vill couldn't risk falling from the top. "Love is something I don't even know." Her hand was over her mouth eyes wide with horror. What had she done.
The persistent vice remained calm taking a seat besides the bashful beauty. "Love isn't something you know. It's something you find." Her hands clasped onto Vill's free one, soft thumbs rubbing over the back of her hand to help calm her down but her heart was still fluttering. "This is absurd. I have to stay straight forward. I can't afford distractions."
"Mon Reine, falling in love doesn't mean falling off your throne. It's just something new." Rooke leaned forward and pressed her lips to her queens soft cheek. "No matter what, to me you'll still be little miss perfect."