They stay like that for a few moments, one girl's hand on the other. Niryn swallows a bit of saliva, making Adria's eyes follow it down her throat. There's something hungry in that stare.
The roof of her mouth was scratched by an entire packet of that salt lemon candy — you can’t even have more than two without breaking skin, I thought.
Maybe she couldn’t stand to taste me, she’d rather the sextuplet cut of hard candy.
I tongued it. Reaching behind that stray fang to lick her wounds. Curling, rolling, lurching, slick with the devil’s saliva.
“How do I taste?” Lilith mouthed behind my ear.
“Like hurt,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t hear.
“Mmm,” Lilith moaned.
We spent an hour — two — two and a half, like that.
If it wasn’t the salt cubes that tore her up, then my tongue didn’t help.
It’s hard even for cats to kiss each other for long. Our combs graze the sides of your tongue like shrapnel.
For Lilith, that was no problem. She could always cut me right back.
Twisting my hair back, she’d plunge into me, scent of rotten cherries squeezing tears in my eyes, some unknown perfume making that natural odour sharper. I moaned with pain while our fangs clashed.
I could always rely on her for that. The hurt..
Sometimes, sometimes I wish she reached below my bra and just grab onto anything. With those painted claws. Grab me like a man.
But unlike any male, she would just take her time teasing me carefully, like I was some art she could stir.
Even when Lilith broke the skin on my lip or forced herself on my mouth, she would be so goddamn graceful about it.
Except for when she liked to surprise me.
Lilith thrusted my head back and made it barely miss the wall. Her wings outstretched, oddly translucent for a bat who wasn’t fully albino.
I slipped down the cushion, knowing my hair was a mess of black, stringy regret.
She wiped her chin off, as if she hadn’t stained me with her cherry lipgloss instead.
“Done?” Lilith asked.
I only nodded. I was hoping to sink into the couch like I always do while she went to the bathroom to wash up.
Seems like Lilith wasn’t in the mood for that because she kept picking at her golden hairline, the straps on her red ribboned cami, her hip bones.
“Could you please?” Lilith asked.
I didn’t have to be told twice, despite wanting to mewl like I was in heat.
I had no right to be asking for more.
I became cold right back. I backed away from her chest and eyed my shoes. I could tell Lilith didn’t expect that move.
“You can stay, you know,” Lilith spoke. “I didn’t ask you to leave.”
I let my hair fall across my vision. When the hell did I become so cucked, I thought. And why the fuck do I like it so much.
I sighed. And I reached back into her arms, less wet with arousal. More of a wet weight behind my eyes.
Perhaps that’s the kind of weight she was talking about. I was so done. I just wanted a quiet cry, but she would’ve made me stay in the kitchen for that.
Her mother’s house wasn’t a place for girls crying.
