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The vending machine was almost cruelly empty. Which, of course it would be! God forbid she distract herself from her issues with meaningless slop. Even the almond joys were sold out. Who the hell even eats those?
So, Henrietta didn't get anything. Instead she opted to wander around the hallways. It was lunch so the halls were practically empty, save for the other students also avoiding lunch. Her footsteps practically echoed off of the walls. If she wasn't mistaken, she's pretty sure that the losers in classes were distracted by it.
As she passed by the cafeteria she couldn't help but give a glance to the boisterous noise bleeding out into the hall. It was almost enough to make her blood boil. Which would be preferable to the unease that drowned her mind.
Her heavy steps faltered in front of the heavy cafeteria doors. She contemplated actually going inside for the first time in god knows how long. In the past few years, if the loading dock was unavailable then the group would just go to the library or a stairwell.
The small window on the doors showed a fraction of what she had expected; losers on phones, future burnouts doing homework, various sleepers, and the plethora of cliques that haunted the school.
"That's probably a bit hypocritical, you bitch," the goth thought to herself before dragging herself away from the view. It was kind of humorous how a place someone hates can put them in a trance so easily.
She let her feet guide her to wherever seemed right. Every so often she would check the time and be remiss about how little time had actually passed.
"I wonder how he's doing," she wonders subconsciously as she comes face to face with another set of heavy metal doors. This particular set belonged to the back stairwell of the school. A grin bloomed on her face as she went to push on it, remembering how her, Pete and Michael would ditch class sometimes to smoke in there. It's honestly a miracle the fire alarm never went off. Well, there was one time where it did, but Pete and her maintain that it was coincidental. Whatever, they got a half day because of it, so it worked out.
The tiled stairs called to her aching calves like a siren to a ship of sailors. She sank down swiftly and leaned against the wall on her side. Ready to relax, she reaches for her bag...only to remember that it's at the loading dock. The incredibly awkward loading dock.
An exaggerated groan fell from her lips and she rested her forehead against the brick. She shut her eyes tight, as if to will a cigarette into existence by thinking hard enough. It might've worked too, but she'd never know because the sound of the door opening made her lose focus.
Before opening her eyes, Henrietta figured it was some member of the staff coming to discipline her for skipping lunch or some other bullshit. So, ready to argue with a grown man, she languidly fluttered her eyes open.
What she wasn't expecting was Katie "Bloodrayne" Gelson. She would've preferred the annoying grown man.
"Literally, not now," Henrietta deadpanned, her vocal fry intensifying to show she meant business.
Bloodrayne adjusted one of her straps and shook her head, "No way, this is my spot!"
Henrietta just rolled her eyes. Was she actually supposed to believe that the co-leader of the Vampire Society sat alone in the stairwell? Regularly?
"Bullshit," the goth accused and straightened up off of the wall.
Without another word Bloodrayne took her backpack off and sat next to the goth on the step. She began to unpack her lunch, not even sparing another glance to the girl beside her.
Henrietta squinted her eyes and rested her arms over her bent knees. With a scowl she said, "Excuse me?"
"Huh?" Bloodrayne acknowledged the statement without even looking at the goth. Clearly too busy opening her plastic baggie of sliced granny smith apples.
The sight made even more venom sink into Henrietta's next words, "What do you think you're doing?" The slight raise in volume made a noticeable echo.
With a crunch and a mouth full of slop, the vamp answered plainly, "Eating."
That faux-innocent reply just made Henrietta even more pissed off. It was the same tone the girl had used in the movie theater bathroom back in July. Insects flew around her stomach as the memory resurfaced. Her legs closed tighter together, involuntarily reacting to the reminder of the vamp's touch.
If Bloodrayne noticed the movement she didn't show it. What would Henrietta even do if she had?
The goth attempted to quiet the sensory memory with some mindless arguing, "And you have to, like, do that here?"
In response, Bloodrayne put another apple slice in her mouth and leaned in closer. She audibly snapped down on the slice before leaning back into her own space. A satisfied smirk grew on her face as she returned to grab a sandwich from her bag.
Two can play at this game.
A black boot worn by the goth shoved its way into the vamp's space, just enough to annoy, but not enough to, like, kick her shin. Henrietta pulled out her phone and began to pretend to be doing something productive. Like writing something poignant instead of switching between her clock app and weather report.
It wasn't long until one of the vamp's red converse pressed itself up against the boot.
Henrietta's thumb stilled momentarily before continuing to pretend to scroll. Her jaw tightened and she subtly took a glance at the girl next to her with a swift hair flip.
The damaged silver hair waved slightly as the school's a/c blew throughout the halls. She had set her apples down and had begun working on her sandwich. Her slim fingers gently cradled it and the myriad of silver rings were no doubt leaving small indents on the wheat bread.
"I need to leave," Henrietta thought, but couldn't bring herself to actually move. It was kind of pathetic that she couldn't even get herself to move to a farther away step.
Then again...Henrietta was here first, so why should she have to move?
She must've made some noise whilst engrossed in her internal conversation because Bloodrayne tapped her converse against the side of her boot.
The sensation pulled the goth from her thoughts. Ready to fight she turned to see whatever the hell she was doing---
One half of the sandwich was in front of the goth's face. Just past the brown bread with whatever deli meats were there, Henrietta saw Bloodrayne with a raised eyebrow. Before she could even say anything the vamp spoke first, "Hungry?"
Damn, her stomach must've growled. She brought her eyes from the girl back to the sandwich in front of her. What harm could, like, one bite do? Of course, she couldn't give in that easily...
Henrietta rolled her eyes and sat her phone down on the step. "If I were?" She asked, hoping she would be able to see the annoyance well up in the girl across from her.
"Take it."
God damn it...she just knows she is going to regret this. Still, she accepts the food. As she's munching down she's doing her best to ignore the look Bloodrayne was giving her. And she's doing good until she swallows the final bite and Bloodrayne has the gall to whisper, "Good girl."
The tips of her ears burn and she feels herself getting wet at the words. Even worse, when Bloodrayne scooted closer she felt herself clench around nothing. How desperate.
Bloodrayne slowly planted a hand on the goth's skirt before leaning in to whisper once again, "Let me touch you?"
And god the question nearly drove her insane. As she waited for an answer her ring clad fingers ran up and down the outside of Henrietta's thigh.
Her skirt-covered leg opening answered before she did, "Yes." She muttered and made eye contact with Bloodrayne.
"Watch the door," She told her before sliding her hand beneath the long skirt.
Bloodrayne's fingers glide over the front of her panties, up and down as if she were testing how she'd react. She smirked, satisfied when she found a wet spot and began to rub in small circles.
Henrietta bit her bottom lip slightly to stop any noises from leaving. The door in front of her fading in and out of view as she began to feel the sensations. Once she felt her clothed clit be softly touched, her hips bucked up slightly. A gasp nearly escaped, but she caught it in time.
Although it seemed to be the vamp's mission to draw noises from her mouth, eager to hear them echo in the stairwell. She let her fingers crawl to the top of Henrietta's panties, slipping inside when given enough room. Without the barrier of cloth she could truly coat her fingers in the wetness. Without missing a beat she slipped her fingers out and took one of them into her mouth.
Henrietta watched, helplessly aroused, as she licked the juices off of her slim fingers. And when she put those wet fingers back on the goth's folds, it was heaven. Her thumb played with the clit as the other fingers explored the space. The pads of her fingers put pressure over Henrietta's entrance ever so slightly before removing them and dragging them back up and down.
Tired of the teasing-- and this is not something Henrietta is proud of --she whimpered.
Which seemed to be all Bloodrayne needed because in the next few moments a finger had slowly begun sinking into her entrance. The familiar slight burn of the stretch had Henrietta instinctively covering her mouth. Countless nights alone with a vibrator and her parents sleeping in the next room had prepared her for a moment like this.
The finger inside of her curled upwards for a moment before slowly moving in and out of the tight entrance. The drag of the slightly dry digit grazed her walls in a way that just bordered on pain.
Henrietta leaned back slightly against the stair, the hand on her mouth tightening ever so slightly. In a moment of curiosity she shifted her gaze to the woman next to her. Bloodrayne's eyes were not only filled with fire, but her pupils were blown out. Through her own haze, Henrietta could tell that the girl's eyesight was fixated on one spot: her neck.
She doesn't even have time to have a snarky thought about the matter because once Bloodrayne notices she's looking back at her, she curls her finger and brushes against the spot inside her and she sees stars for a moment.
"What'd I tell you?" the vamp asks quietly, a goofy smile appearing on her face. Almost like she was waiting to use that line or something.
The worst part about this moment is that the goth is--- unfortunately ---very into this. Which is so embarrassing that she wants to die. Of course, she doesn't voice this. Partly because she doesn't want to give the annoying girl the satisfaction, but mainly because she can't say anything lest it come out as a moan.
So, Henrietta removes the hand she has grasped over her lips. In protest she reaches it out to grab the vamp's chin and forces her to look at the door. And the goth almost lets out a self satisfied breath, amused by her own ingenuity, but stops short of it when she feels a sudden pressure on her clit.
Bloodrayne slowly removes her finger and traces it along the outside of Henrietta's quivering heat. She turns her head back to look at the goth next to her and with her free hand she removes Henrietta's hand from her chin. She grabbed her wrist and pinned it down against the cool tiled stair.
In a sultry voice, Bloodrayne nearly commands, "Say sorry." That faux innocence from earlier had been shed.
Annoying.
Despite Henrietta's heavy breathing, twitching thighs, and creased eyebrows...she doesn't say anything. Not even when she feels the sticky hand begin to leave featherlight touches to the inside of her thighs.
How would she even say it?
She straightens up a little and continues to stare up into Bloodrayne's hot gaze. Almost as if she were trying to telepathically dare the vamp to make her say it.
Maybe she succeeded because Bloodrayne leans ever so slowly and ghosts her lips with a muttered urge, "Come on."
Unable to resist, Henrietta leans in to capture her lips in a kiss. However, Bloodrayne turns her head before they can connect. So, she just ends up just planting her lips sloppily against the vamp's cheek.
In her ear she feels Bloodrayne's warm breath right before she remarks, "You said you never wanted to kiss me again, remember?"
Fuck. Frustrated-- not because of the kissing thing obviously --Henrietta snarks shakily, "Did you practice that one?" She hoped that her insult came across as intended-- although her immediately baring her pale neck for the vamp probably gave the wrong impression.
That seemed to work however because once Bloodrayne began dragging her teeth along the side of it, she also continued rubbing her clit and slowly inserted two fingers.
Henrietta couldn't help the groan that fell from her lips. Quickly she bit her bottom lip, but the vamp had clearly heard it. She bit her neck lightly, just enough to cause pain, but not deep enough to leave a mark.
Heavy breathing and soft wet noises filled the stairwell, slowly rising to the top; increasing the likelihood of someone finding them rapidly. And just before Henrietta saw white--- Bloodrayne stopped completely.
She fixed the goth's panties-- how courteous --and admired Henrietta's face before smirking. She began to gather her things and right before she left the goth there-- shuddering and red all over --she said, "Bye Biggle."
The loud closing of the heavy metal door broke Henrietta out of her haze. She felt like she was outside of her own body for a moment before being filled with intense frustration. So, she fixed herself and went to find a bathroom-- and after she decided she would find a bag of chips. Even if she had to mug a kid to get some.
Somewhere along the way, she ruefully thought, "Never again."
Maybe she will actually stick to it this time.