There's going to come a day when we've all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you're driving to work with the car radio on, or you're making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It's the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven't heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you'd never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.
“So this is the Limitless technique Getou mentioned. It interferes on the atomic level, controlling space-time with precise manipulation of cursed energy. And what makes that possible is the power of those eyes.”
Context: Wow, it's been awhile 🥲 I'll keep it short. I'm still writing and I definitely still plan to finish this story and others. Just...life. Anyway, thank you for your patience with my very turbulent writing schedule. Please enjoy this new chapter and I hope the next one won't take as long to come out. This chapter though *cough* minors dni. No, I have no experience writing spice. Yes, I am aware I probably need to up my game so bear with me for a bit 🙏So, this chapter and others, definitely 18+. You've been warned. 🐈
Shoutout to that person who knows who they are for basically threatening me to release this 💀
“Belvoire.” Poppy instructed her personal driver as Bea glanced out the window. She couldn't believe it. After a half hour of dancing with Poppy, the two were sneaking out of the club, hopping in Poppy’s father’s car and driving back to the Zeta house for a… girl’s night.
Bea wasn’t sure what this girl’s night entailed. It could mean Poppy throwing every makeup product under the sun on Bea’s face. It could mean Poppy locking Bea in her closet. It could also mean that Bea wouldn’t regret flirting with that pretty bartender if she’s lucky…
Surprisingly, the car was spacious, Poppy sitting in her skin tight dress on one side while Bea leaned casually against the window. It was bright in the downtown areas of New York, illuminating the inside of the car every time they passed a billboard.
Poppy hadn’t said a word, glancing at her phone, checking her nails, and even speaking with the driver every now and then.
Bea would have thought the girl was nervous.
“...So…” Bea tried, breaking the silence in the air as she glanced over at Poppy. Poppy was looking right back, catching Bea’s eyes as Bea ducked her head.
Damn her parent’s genes.
“You’re back on the throne now, huh?”
Poppy rolled her eyes, placing her purse to the side closest to the door and actually moving herself to sit closer to Bea. “Hughes.” She said, voice a little low as she looked up at Bea through thin lashes.
She smelled a little like alcohol, spoke like she was presenting a business plan to a large company, but she looked like the best thing Bea had ever seen. Her duality was insane.
“Do you really want to talk about politics?” Poppy asked, reaching out and gently trailing a single nail up the seam of Bea’s jeans. Bea watched her move it a little higher, lifting to trail up the arm of her jacket and stopping right above Bea’s heart.
“Well?” She asked, snapping Bea out of her trance as she shook her head. She had thought she had answered, but having a pretty girl so close made Bea act like a puppy meeting someone new. All too eager to please.
“Good.” Poppy commented, turning forward and removing her hands from Bea. However, she didn’t scoot away, keeping close as the driver pulled up to the shiny gates of Belvoire.
He pulled up to the door of the Zeta house, opening the door as Poppy stepped out with confidence. Bea was a little less confident, hearing the crickets chirp as she thanked the silent driver. Poppy had already made it to the front door, unlocking it with a twist of a shiny pink key and a smaller silver one attached.
“What’s the second key for?” Bea asked, scratching the back of her neck as Poppy rolled her eyes.
“Not that it’s any of your business… it’s for my bay window.” Poppy stated, gently opening the door and peeking her head in.
Bea held back a short laugh, feeling like some type of rom-com where the girl sneaks the delinquent into her bedroom. It was the exact situation but she didn’t need to comment on it.
“I swear Hughes, you better stay quiet.” Poppy warned, pushing the door open further and gesturing for Bea to follow. The two entered the silent house, reaching the staircase and walking up quickly. When they finally made it to Poppy’s bedroom, the girl locked the door right as Bea waltzed in.
The action should have scared Bea, but instead, she was looking around curiously. It had been around a week or so since Bea had last been in the lion’s den and… it remained the same.
Prim and proper with no knick knacks littering the space. Hell, even the bay window could have used a decorative pillow or something.
“Have you ever thought of… I don’t know, trying to make your dorm look lived in?” Bea asked as Poppy scoffed. She was currently standing by a large vanity, taking off her watch and unclipping her necklace. Why she was getting rid of her jewelry, Bea had no clue, but at least Poppy seemed… normal at that moment.
“Knick knacks are tacky. I assume you have many.” Poppy stated, slipping out of her heels and picking them up. She walked towards the closet as Bea watched her close the doors quickly.
Poppy was doing something behind those closed doors and really, all Bea could do was wait for instructions. Since it was a girl’s night… Bea slipped out of her shoes. Placing them close to the door in case she needed a running start. She would have removed her jacket, but considering she was only wearing a white sport’s bra…
Bea walked over to the large white couch in the middle of the room. Poppy’s dorm felt more like a small apartment, only missing a sink and some kitchen appliances. Taking a seat, Bea silently tapped her foot against the plush carpet.
She was nervous about whatever Poppy had planned. After all, she willingly entered hell with a simple sentence invitation. Zoey would kill her.
A side door opened, revealing Poppy with a neutral expression on her face. She had pulled out all the clips and designs in her hair, letting the blonde cascade down her shoulders. She was still wearing her pink clubbing dress as Bea kept a respectful eye towards the ceiling,
“What are you doing?” Poppy asked, walking into the room as she held a plastic box of what Bea assumed was beauty supplies. Poppy looked a little different, probably because she had removed some of her own makeup, taking off the thin lashes and wiping off some lipstick.
The news outlets did not lie on the beauty of Poppy Min-Sinclair. Even in an almost natural state, she still looked flawless. “Hughes, I’m not staining my white couch. Get on the bed.” Poppy instructed, setting the box on the nightstand as Bea stood. Bea took a couple of steps to the bed, golden sheets with multiple pillows.
Bea always hated having multiple pillows. One or two was enough.
She took a seat, careful to not bounce like a toddler as Poppy turned on the nearby light. She reached into the box, pulling out some type of package as Poppy tossed it on the bed. Makeup removing wipes… good to know Bea wouldn't be poisoned yet.
Poppy reached down, unclasping her heels and slipping them off as Bea cleared her throat.
“Are you sick Hughes?” Poppy mumbled, reaching into the box once more. This time a little shorter as her heels gave her at least an inch or two.
“No, just curious as to what I’m doing here.”
“I told you…” Poppy stated, walking to the side and grabbing the remover wipes. She held it up casually, smirking all the while as she undid the seal. “You’re going to be my test subject.”
Poppy then did something a little unexpected. She gently moved onto the bed, moving until she was sitting directly on Bea’s lap.
Silently, Bea gawked at what was happening in front of her as Poppy went on in pulling out a wipe. She didn’t seem to have any worries about what she had just done as Bea tried to keep her breathing even. It wasn’t everyday her mortal enemy was literally putty on her lap.
“Do you usually sit on your friend’s laps when applying makeup?” Bea asked cockily, trying to hide the obvious blush on her cheeks. Poppy was close, almost too close as she rolled her eyes. It looked a little more playful than Bea had seen before.
“Like I would ever apply makeup for one of the Zetas. Those girls take sharing to the next level.” Poppy commented, holding up the wipe and beginning to use it on Bea’s face. Surprisingly, she was rather gentle, moving slowly as she watched where the wipe went. Kinda like she was tracing a pattern across Bea’s face.
“Sounds like you have some gossip to spill.” Bea commented as Poppy nodded.
“Sure, you say gossip. I say disgusting fact within this household. Swapping boyfriends is so last season.” Poppy remarked, sticking out her tongue in mock disgust as Bea raised a brow.
“Boyfriend swapping in the Zeta household huh? Who would have thought?”
“They’re all on the plan, but the upcoming STIs will make this place a horror show.” Poppy cursed, wiping a little rougher on Bea’s lips to get off any lipstick. A little too rough considering Bea wasn’t wearing any.
Bea nodded, watching Poppy toss away the wipe in a nearby trash can. A few minutes went by, Poppy applying something close to Bea’s eyes and almost scraping Bea’s eyeball with her talons. It was something liquidy that surprisingly smelled really nice. It also helped that Poppy gently rubbed it in, besides the possible accident, she was fairly good at this.
“...who said we were friends?” Poppy asked a minute later, breaking the silence as Bea snapped to attention. Sue her if she felt a little too comfortable with Poppy in her lap applying multiple Korean beauty products.
“Are we not friends?” Bea asked, raising a brow as Poppy sharply laughed.
“We are the furthest thing from friends.” She commented as Bea shrugged. Bea leaned back on her palms, looking up at Poppy who looked comfortable sitting on Bea’s lap.
“We don’t need to be friends. In fact, we don’t need to mean anything to each other.” Bea stated, watching as Poppy narrowed her eyes at the way that Bea’s voice dropped slightly.
The two paused, watching each other cautiously as Bea tried to keep her composure. Perhaps, propositioning Poppy in her bedroom was a very bad idea, until…
“Am I boring you Hughes? Perhaps I should try something else to keep your attention.” Poppy mumbled, leaning a little closer as Bea sat up straighter. She was a breath away as Poppy tilted her head, letting her blonde hair curtain her face.
The room was dimly light, the sound of rain and thunder echoing outside as the droplets tapped against the window with a constant beat. Bea could hear Poppy’s soft breathing, could feel the warmth coming off of her as Bea leaned in a little closer.
Her perfume was heavily applied, enough to make Bea feel like she was drowning in a rose garden. She sat up, enough to keep balance as she moved her hand to the back of Poppy’s neck and pulled her down. Right into a kiss.
Poppy tasted like strawberries and tiny sips of alcohol. Intoxicating and sweet at the same time and with just a taste, Bea was addicted. Their lips pressed together in a heated kiss as Poppy rested completely on top of Bea, moving her hands up towards Bea’s hair and threading her long nails into Bea’s locks. Her hair was still a little damp as Bea roughly nipped on Poppy’s bottom lip. Bea kept her hand on the back of Poppy’s neck, before moving it slowly, over to the girl’s cheek to feel her skin. She was warm to the touch, soft too as Bea continued to kiss her rather roughly. Poppy didn’t seem to have any complaints.
Both a dream and a nightmare all at once, Bea felt like she was floating, listening carefully to the soft noises coming from Poppy each time she roughly kissed her. In the back of Bea’s mind, there was an underlying thought that Bea needed to remember how to make her feel good. Feeling Poppy’s lips part, Bea slowly slipped her tongue inside, a little more gentle before a sharp sting hit her side. Bea jolted a little, the sting of Poppy’s nails dug into Bea’s bare side as Poppy broke away from the kiss.
She sat back up while Bea was laying flat on her back. Moving to the bed was definitely a good idea as the couch would have been extremely uncomfortable.
Her lips were swollen red, hair a little mused as she took a deep breath. In the dim lighting, she looked hot as fuck, but that probably only enhanced that image. Bea was catching her own breath, wondering if she went too far before Poppy reached behind her back, unclasping her dress as she kept her eyes locked on Bea.
“Think you can handle this Hughes?” Poppy asked, slipping out of the dress to reveal hot pink underwear that complimented Poppy’s skin perfectly. The gentle trace of the lace across Poppy’s chest made Bea feel like she was about to combust at just the sight. The whole scene in front of her felt a little too unreal.
Bea’s jacket was already half-way off her shoulders as Bea nodded, biting her lower lip as Poppy smirked. She leaned lower, only in her underwear as she cupped Bea’s cheek. It was a possessive move as she let her thumb roughly palm at Bea’s lips. Bea subconsciously parted her lips, looking directly into Poppy’s eyes which seemed to darken as she watched Bea.
“Don’t disappoint me SweetCreek…”
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“Let’s play charades!”
“Let’s not.” Poppy stated as her employees pouted slightly. Poppy swirled a glass of wine in her hands, frowning as her employees chatted amongst themselves. Accompanied by a loud bass in the speakers, Poppy wondered how awful of a boss she would be if she fired each and every employee at this “surprise” party.
After introducing Zoey to the stage, Bea seemed to have taken off. She magically disappeared into the crowd, but it wasn’t like Poppy was searching for her. That would be ridiculous.
Sitting beside her, Lana was silently chatting with some of the other models. The girl was quite somber especially when everyone else had already had at least three glasses. She was on her first.
Leaning back against the black leather couch, Poppy watched her employees laugh, eat, drink, and chat happily. Some surprise party. Tevon, a little tipsy, waltzed over, taking a seat next to Poppy who ignored the man.
He smiled over at her, taking a sip as he sniffed. His allergies were acting up again. “Are you having fun Ms. Min-Sinclair?”
“I adore surprises, Tevon. Of course I am.” Poppy replied with her voice dripping in sarcasm. The man sighed, gesturing towards the front where Zoey was still performing. Ever since Belvoire, she was always an amazing performer.
“You know, you don’t have to stay here with us. I’ll keep everyone in check if you want to go…”
“Go what?” Poppy asked, raising a brow as Tevon smiled sheepishly, The man lacked the ability to be subtle.
“Go mingle?” He tried as Poppy rolled her eyes. It wouldn’t be an awful idea to get a new change of scenery….
“I’ll be back then. Make sure none of the employees order another round of shots.” Tevon held up three fingers, symbolizing scout’s honor as he waved goodbye to Poppy.
Opening up the VIP door, Poppy was hit with a blast of music. They must have dulled it a bit in the VIP room. Crowds of people, all cheering and shouting Zoey’s name were gathered on the dance floor as Poppy walked through the crowds.
She wasn’t looking for anything in particular. After all, it had been awhile since Poppy had been in a nightclub last. It must have been at least two years ago, probably since she graduated from Belvoire.
She had liked it before. When she needed a place to escape and just be Poppy, but now… too many memories were associated with nightclubs. The most prominent memory staring at her from across the dance floor at that very moment.
Bea hadn’t changed out of her outfit from earlier, hair slicked back by what Poppy assumed was sweat as she was leaning against the bar top. She broke contact when Poppy caught sight of her, returning to talking to the bartender as Poppy rolled her eyes.
These awkward moments of meeting were starting to get on Poppy’s nerves even if it had only begun to happen. Who knew New York was such a small city on a Friday night?
Poppy walked up to the bar, ignoring Bea even when more club goers crowded around. The two ended up side by side, not glancing towards each other as Poppy waved the bartender over. He smiled at her as she ordered a glass of whiskey, but Poppy was more concerned about the person beside her.
Bea was casually sipping from her glass of what looked like a vodka soda. Unsurprising to no one, she was avoiding eye contact with Poppy as well.
Pulling out her phone, Poppy scrolled through anything she could find. Photos, junk mail, old emails, anything to keep herself distracted before she opened up her Pinstagram. She did a little more scrolling, perhaps trying to wait out and see if Bea would leave first, before feeling a heavy set of arms practically tackle her from behind.
“Poppy Freaking Min-Sinclair?! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” A familiar voice yelled in her ear as Poppy turned around. Tall, now dark blue haired Veronica Lombardi stood, phone in hand and a playful smile on her face. She was a little tipsy, wearing a gorgeous silver dress as she swayed on her feet.
“Wow Poppy, for your first re-appearance into clubbing, I would have expected something a little more sexy.”
“Veronica, what are you doing here?” Poppy asked, rolling her eyes as Veronica verbally judged Poppy’s outfit. She wasn’t planning on going clubbing tonight, but fate had other ideas.
“Hello? Biggest comeback concert for The Zoey Wade? Who wouldn’t be here?” Veronica laughed, smiling wide as she downed a nearby drink that the bartender had slid to another customer. Right as she placed it daintily on the counter, her eyes widened.
“Holy shit, Bea Hughes?” Veronica commented, moving past Poppy and sliding up to Bea who had successfully moved a few inches down the bar. “I haven’t seen you since Belvoire? I should have expected you would be here to celebrate your bestie.”
“Hey, Veronica. It’s been…” Finally, Bea’s eyes traveled to Poppy, gulping air as she turned back to Veronica who was looking Bea up and down. “It’s been awhile.”
“Um, two years?? We should catch up. Poppy!” Veronica twirled on her heel, pointing at Bea behind her. “Can you believe it? It’s Bea Hughes!”
Veronica reached for Poppy’s hand, dragging her closer as Poppy tried not to stumble in her heels. Bea straightened up from her previous position against the bar top, smiling sheepishly as the flashing club lights blinked across her face.
“I can see that…” Poppy mumbled as Veronica smiled.
“This is crazy! Talk about a small city. Hey, weren’t we just talking about Bea Hughes a few days ago?” Poppy shook her head violently, elbowing Veronica directly in her ribs, causing the woman to wince.
“I’m sure you’re referring to when we were talking about my new contract with Rensler. Bea Hughes’ name may have popped up.” Poppy stated, giving Veronica a dangerous side eye. Poppy didn’t dare look at Bea, fairly certain Bea wouldn't be convinced that was the only conversation the two had.
“Oh?” Veronica raised a manicured brow. She didn't believe Poppy either. “You’re right, that’s what we were talking about.” She finally added, letting go of Poppy’s arm and smiling at Bea.
“You haven’t changed a bit, SweetCreek.” Veronica smiled, eyeing Bea up and down and subconsciously licking her lips. “We should absolutely catch up sometime, but I have an exclusive interview with Zoey so I have to bounce.” Veronica smirked, reclaiming Poppy’s arm and practically shoving her into Bea. For someone always on her phone, she was strong as hell.
Bea caught her, just barely, with her hands on Poppy’s waist as Poppy tried to readjust her heel.
“Do me a fave, and take care of my girl. She’s in desperate need of a break!” Veronica sang, waving goodbye to the two as Poppy pushed herself away from Bea.
She stumbled back a little, flipping her hair out of her face as she rolled her eyes. “Let’s just forget that happened.” Poppy stated, brushing off her silk blazer as Bea nodded.
“You got it.” Bea mumbled, turning on her sneakers and breaking off into the crowd. Leaving Poppy in disbelief.
“....what the fuck is wrong with her?!” Poppy exclaimed aloud as some club goers looked at her funny. Poppy took a second, clenching and unclenching her fists before finally sighing heavily.
No, this wasn’t going to happen again. She wasn’t going to get caught up in Bea’s dramatic, cool girl act again. This wasn’t Belvoire. Problems aren’t solved by cussing each other out or… other methods.
Spinning on her heel, Poppy stalked away from the bar, rolling her eyes and pushing through club members. She was so over this.
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Bea couldn’t understand it.
Three hours earlier, she was dancing with the Poppy Min-Sinclair in a posh nightclub. Not expecting, but possibly hoping for something. Now, she was in Poppy’s bedroom, on Poppy’s bed, hovering over her, slowly kissing her as Poppy’s nails scratched down her bare back.
After the rather possessive move from Poppy earlier, Bea had taken upon herself a mission. A mission to make the Queen B of Belvoire feel really really good.
The cracks of thunder and rain added to the intensity in the room as Bea roughly pinned Poppy’s arms above her head. She was a little surprised Poppy allowed her to be on top- er… on top of her at the moment, but Poppy didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she looked rather pleased as Bea squeezed her wrists.
Bea wasn’t so stupid to know this was a big fucking mistake, but… she also wasn’t so stupid to know that this was something she had wanted for a while.
A particular nick to Bea’s rib cage made her hiss softly, breaking away from kissing Poppy who looked just as flushed. Bea had lost her jacket and jeans, wearing that white sports bra as Poppy fiddled with the strap.
“Are you going to kiss me all night Hughes? Or are we actually going to get somewhere.”
Bea smiled wolfishly. “Depends… what did you have in mind?” As Poppy huffed a sharp laugh, Bea ducked her head lower, trailing her lips slowly down Poppy’s neck, kissing her pulse point as Poppy sharply inhaled.
“I should have known you were all bark and no bite.” Poppy mumbled, wriggling slowly under Bea who mocked a gasp.
“That’s insulting.”
“And your bedroom talk sucks.” Poppy marveled to herself, possibly regretting putting herself in this situation as Bea groaned.
“For once in your life…” Bea lifted her hand, cuffing Poppy’s jaw rather roughly. She didn’t seem to mind.
A loud crack of thunder flashed across Poppy’s face in the dim lit room. Her lips were puffy, eyes hooded as she watched Bea, waiting and maybe expecting something surprising to happen.
Who was Bea to disappoint?
Bea leaned in, claiming Poppy’s lips in a kiss that could steal her breath as Bea worked on having Poppy completely bare underneath her.
Her hands worked, swiping careful patterns against newly revealed skin, just long enough to make Poppy comfortable until she pulled away.
Poppy had seemed to keep quiet, letting Bea work her up until the Queen B couldn't take it anymore.
“Fuck Hughes, today.” Poppy growled out just as Bea’s hand inched lower.
By her tone, Poppy sounded so done with this whole situation, but Bea could tell it was the complete opposite.
“What’s the matter? Can’t handle a bit of teasing before the big moment?”
“I have a feeling this is going to be very anti-climatic.” Poppy challenged, going so far as to sit up and practically push Bea onto her back. She landed with a gentle thud as Poppy swung her leg over Bea’s stomach, pinning her down as Bea felt warmth radiate off of Poppy.
Damn.
As much as she hated to admit it, Poppy always looked good on top.
Reaching into her pristine white drawer, Poppy pulled out a small silver device, practically twirling it in her hand as she looked at Bea with a tilt of her head.
“Let’s have some real fun, shall we?”
It was clear that Poppy didn't seem like the type to be 100% vanilla, but Bea didn’t expect her to have a vibrator so close and on call. Of course, she couldn’t let it slide.
“How many nights have you used that after one of your many disappointing hookups?” Bea chuckled, as Poppy furrowed her brows. Poppy slid her thumb up the device, switching it on as it created a constant hum in the air.
“Hughes.”
Bea quieted her laughter, hearing the tone of Poppy’s voice as the rain continued to splatter. It felt right that the rain and thunder cracked loudly around them. A storm outside, probably a freaking big mistake inside.
The room fell silent, only a mix of harsh breathing and the sound of the vibrator as Poppy lowered her voice to a purr.
“Shut the hell up and fuck me.” Poppy commanded, grabbing Bea’s hand and placing the vibrator in her palm.
Besides thinking that was insanely hot, Bea didn’t get the chance to respond, immediately met with the taste of Poppy’s lips on hers, claiming her tongue possessively as Bea wrapped her hands around Poppy’s waist.
Bea maneuvered the vibrator, running it up and down Poppy’s thigh before finally moving to where Poppy really wanted her.
When the vibrator moved against Poppy, she broke away from the kiss, sharply inhaling as Bea moved her hand to a more comfortable position.
Given, it wasn’t the best for her hand, with Poppy on top of her and her hand… lower, but it gave Bea quite a show.
Poppy was silently cursing in her ear, panting hard as Bea rocked the vibrator back and forth. She fooled with the settings, speeding it up, and slowing it just as Poppy’s breathing would speed.
She was giving away everything and Bea was going to memorize it all.
“Hughes… faster.” Poppy tried to demand, but it came out a little breathy as she squeezed onto Bea’s shoulders. She had decided to make matters 100 times worse as she slowly rocked her hips against Bea’s hand, quickening Bea’s heartbeat.
“Fuck…” Bea mumbled as Poppy gasped aloud. She was definitely close, but Bea wasn’t satisfied just yet.
She slowed the vibrator, moving it a little higher to tease Poppy just right as Poppy groaned. It was rather cute as she glared down at Bea.
“SweetCreek, don’t you dare-“
“Easy, gorgeous. Just building you up a little.” Bea used Poppy’s moment of shock to sit up, leaning in and pressing a trail of kisses up Poppy’s chest. That added to Poppy’s sensation as she practically grabbed the back of Bea’s head, pressing her closer as Bea took one of the peaks into her mouth, swirling her tongue slowly as her hand moved up higher.
“I’ll give you what you want… if you say my name.” Bea murmured, loud enough for Poppy to hear as the Queen B stiffened.
“In your dreams SweetCreek.”
“Oh believe me, you’ve been in them constantly.” Bea smirked, nipping at Poppy’s chest as she pulled away. Bea clicked the vibrator off, doing her best to toss it away and quickly replacing it with her fingers.
That made Poppy audibly moan, as Bea quickly found all of the spots that made Poppy unravel.
Watching Poppy carefully, Bea moved lower, gently inserting a single finger as Poppy tightened her grip onto Bea’s shoulder so hard, Bea felt it pierce her skin.
This girl and her claws.
“Relax…” Bea mumbled, kissing the lobe of Poppy’s ear as the girl clung tighter to Bea.
She could tell Poppy was still trying to keep some air of superiority, but it was a little impossible considering how breathless she was in Bea’s arms.
Bea moved her finger slowly, in and out before daring to insert another as Poppy moaned.
That wasn’t going to be leaving her head anytime soon.
“SweetCreek… fuck.” Poppy growled out, smashing her lips possessively into Bea’s. “More…” She mumbled out against Bea’s lips as Poppy’s hips rocked.
Bea wasn’t sure how long she would be able to hold out either. Having Poppy so close, so… willing.
“Say it.” Bea demanded, kissing Poppy’s neck, biting her neck, leaving any claim she could as her fingers moved. “Say my name and I’ll make you scream it later.” Bea hissed, feeling Poppy scratch her back roughly.
Probably her last attempt at dominance as Poppy pulled back, glaring at Bea with lust-filled eyes before Bea curled her fingers.
That was it. Poppy collapsed against Bea once more, shaking slightly from her orgasm as her lips found Bea’s ear.
“Bea!”
Bea felt her stomach turn, hearing Poppy practically moan her name as she let go. Bea helped her ride out her orgasm, slowly moving her fingers as she kissed up Poppy’s neck.
Sweat lined her skin, hair sticking close against her face as she took several small gasps. Bea let her tongue trail up Poppy’s neck, tasting the salt as she kissed her once last time.
“That wasn’t so hard was it?” Poppy didn’t answer, taking a shaky breath before looking over at Bea who wore a satisfied smirk.
“…I’ve had better.” Poppy murmured as Bea quirked a brow.
“The way you were gasping I never would have guessed.”
“What happened to not talking?” Poppy barked out, more breathless than usual as she slid away from Bea. Yea, she was definitely lying.
“You know, it wouldn’t kill you to give me a compliment, Poptart. I mean… I did just give you a mind blowing orgasm after all.”
“And you think that’s an accomplishment. Please SweetCreek, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Even though Poppy had slid herself away from Bea, she wasn’t making moves of leaving or putting back her clothes.
Instead, her eyes were trained on the exposed skin of Bea’s toned stomach. Her golden hair fell softly around her face, framing her features as she tucked a piece against her ear, leaning down and trailing her fingertips against Bea’s skin.
Under Poppy’s cool touch, Bea’s stomach flexed, watching Poppy raise a brow in curiosity before she looked up.
“I don’t like being indebted to people. Consider this me returning the favor, twice as better.” Bea didn’t get the chance to respond again, already feeling Poppy hover over her, unbuckling her jeans as her lips found their way to Bea’s neck.
It was going to be some night…
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“Bea, you can’t leave!” Zoey exclaimed as Bea found her way into the back of the stage. “I thought we were going to go and get some drinks, post embarrassing Pinstagram stories, and get wasted like old times?”
“Maybe tomorrow? I had a long day…” Bea held her hands up in apology, blowing Zoey a quick kiss as Zoey’s crew swarmed around the popstar.
Zoey sighed, returning the kiss as she waved Bea off, just as the music picked up again, signaling she was supposed to be back on stage.
Walking away from Zoey’s dressing room, Bea slowly made her way out into the crowded dance floor, bumping shoulders with random people getting wasted or high or both.
To be honest, the mood was fairly ruined. As much as Bea wanted to be there to support Zoey… it was difficult.
Poppy was in the club and like always, it was some magnetic force or fate that always seemed to let them meet even in a large club such as this.
Bea thought that was pretty cruel of the universes to keep bringing her up.
What was even more cruel though, was probably what was weighing so heavily on Bea’s mind. She had a very weird, very un-official breakup from Lana only days ago.
She hadn’t called, hadn’t apologized, but then again, Lana didn’t really ask for any explanations. Bea assumed it was really over… which was probably confusing why Bea was still so…
She wandered over to the bar, waving down that pretty bartender and breaking into a small smile. “Just a vodka soda.” Bea opened up her wallet, sliding the woman a ten as she leaned against the bar.
One drink and she would head home.
She would head home, curl up with Sesi and Otis and maybe catch that new movie. Something simple after a chaotic week.
The bartender slid her the vodka soda a second later. Bea picked it up, taking a sip and feeling the cold liquid glide down her throat. It wasn’t a long drive and she could hold her liquor well.
Just a few feet away, Zoey was playing one of her best shows. Granted, almost all of Zoey’s shows were her best, but that was a given considering it was the Zoey Wade.
Bea didn’t even notice how crowded the club had gotten as the night went on. There was barely an inch of room between dancing bodies and cheering club goers. The bars were packed as well. Getting more packed by the minute as Bea felt multiple club goers shove past her, ordering drinks and laughing loudly.
At least they were having a good time.
The bartender stopped by quickly, pouring Bea some more in her glass as Bea nodded to her. Best not to distract the woman from her job.
Bea picked up her drink, surveying the crowd as she searched for the exit. She held her glass close to her chest, a little too close as she maneuvered herself away from the bar and the large crowds of people.
A large man danced near the bar top, swinging his arms wide just as Bea walked past. The music was too loud for him to hear her as Bea took a sharp step backwards, right before the man’s hand would have collided with her face.
Unfortunately, it didn’t help to feel a cold splash hit the front and back of her shirt as Bea yelped.
“Oh shit!” A voice yelled out as Bea glanced down at her shirt, now wet with vodka soda and something else on the back of her shirt.
This day really did suck.
Bea turned around, murmuring apologies as the other club goer did as well.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t think I would be such a clutz today but-”
“No it was my fault! I-”
Both of their sentences fell short as the girl in front of Bea widened her eyes.
“...Lana?”
“Bea?”
Bea felt her heart quicken, about to say something, anything to her. The music was loud, pulsing in her ear as Bea gulped. As her mouth opened, Lana quickly clamped it shut, her soft palm hitting Bea quickly as she glanced around.
“I can’t hear a thing and your shirt is…” She looked down, before returning her gaze back up. It was rather see-through with how wet it was now probably. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”
Bea only nodded, setting her glass on the bar top and following Lana to… wherever. Probably the bathroom, but Bea wasn’t really thinking.
