X. ACCEPTING ––– #4, french kiss
░░░░░░ ☾ aria has managed to go months without going to a rosewood party despite the fact that all she does is hang around with rosewood girls. she expects it to go pretty awfully in that the people invited have been done so because they can hold their liquor, not because of their character.
so aria is pleasantly surprised when it is not so much that and more of this: loud music that you can feel all the way down in your bones, in your soul, flashes of white teeth through genuine smiles, slouching – which they would never do at school – and spin the bottle, but with all her friends and several other cute people thrown in there, too.
and that is how she finds herself locked in a spacious walk-in closet with spencer, her body electric with alcohol and nerves. she expects to see gravel and fire in spencer’s eyes, but spencer is wearing an expression she hasn’t seen in a long, long while, and never directed at her. it is appraising, deliberate, and longing.
aria swallows. in only a matter of seconds, she has her hands on spencer’s shoulders and her lips on hers. the muscles clench in her arms when spencer reciprocates, drawing her in tighter. aria parts her lips eagerly, opening her mouth to spencer’s tongue. aria flicks hers with her own, following spencer back into her mouth. spencer tastes like orange juice and alcohol – more so the latter, but there is still enough of the first for aria to appreciate. the roof of her mouth is cold and her tongue hot.
aria bumps back against a shelf and it surprises her into a laugh, right into spencer’s mouth, before she pulls away to double over in laughter. “this is… ridiculous.” aria eventually breathes, straightening up and looking back at spencer. her lips curl up with hope. “wanna do it again?”
