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"Ugh, they're just so annoying," Pansy huffed as she flung open the dorm door. She threw her things on her desk before plopping herself down right next to you on your bed.
"Who's so annoying?" You asked, putting the bookmark back into your book and placing it on the table next to you.
"All of them," she stared at the ceiling as she pressed her hand to her forehead.
"Babe, you're gonna have to be more specific.”
"The boys..."
"Which boys?"
"All of them!" she shut her eyes in frustration. "I'm so tired of boys. I hate them all."
You laughed as you replied, "I should've known."
Pansy rolled her eyes and smacked your leg lightly. "I'm serious, y/n."
"I'm sure you are," you giggled. "Boys do suck."
"And they're terrible kissers, too."
"True," you sighed.
"I wish there was a way we could practice our kissing without actually having to kiss them. You know?"
"Yeah, I guess,” you paused. “You could kiss me if you want. It'd be good practice."
"Are you serious?"
"Why not?” you shrugged. “Just practice, right?"
"I guess so. Let's do it."
You scooted yourself closer to the raven-haired girl as she did the same. You both giggled as your faces got closer together until they were so close that you had no choice but to press your lips onto hers.
Your lips moved swiftly against one another, but Pansy broke apart from the kiss before it could go any further.
"Wow," she breathed. "You're a great kisser."
"I know,” you giggled. “ Let's do it again." Your lips found hers once again. Your hands moved to rest on her sides, which she didn't seem to mind. Her hands slowly reached up to your neck as your tongue prodded at her mouth.
You were surprised when she allowed you access, letting her tongue play with yours. Her fingers pulled at the hairs on your head, causing you to moan into her mouth. Pansy smiled but never pulled away, seemingly enjoying it all.
Your hands trailed up and down her sides as you got more comfortable with each other. Then she pulled away, abruptly.
“Why’d you do that?” you whined at the complete loss of contact.
“I shouldn’t like this, right?” She asked. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips were red and puffy, you were practically drooling at the sight of her. “We’re both girls.” You nodded. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“Because you’re too beautiful,” you smirked. “You make me speechless, Pans.”
Pansy ran her fingers through her hair. Her mind was racing. The thought of you made her brain numb and her core pulse. Deep down, she knew she wanted you, but Pansy could not; would not admit that to herself. What would her parents say? What would everyone else say?
She didn’t know what to think, say, or do. All Pansy knew was that she had sinful thoughts about you. Thoughts that a girl should not have. The rational thing to do would be to talk to you. Or even kiss you. Although, Pansy just couldn’t bring herself to do any of those things. So instead, she buried her face in the pillow next to her.
You rubbed your hand along Pansy's thigh, and she lifted her head up slightly, revealing her tear-stained face. Before you could say anything, her lips were back on yours. Her hands found themselves tangled in your hair as she tugged slightly while her tongue danced with yours.
"You are really confusing me, Pans," you said once she finally pulled away.
"I don't think I like boys anymore," she giggled. "Kiss me again?"
"I was hoping you'd say that," you smiled as your lips found her once again.