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Taylor regretted a lot in her life. The lowest thing on that list, however, was her job.
Ok, that was a lie. Her job caused her to meet Lisa. She was a good friend, most of the time.
Most of the time.
This time, Lisa decided to social engineer her way into a party hosted by Dean Stansfield, an act that was trivial with her powers. Something about, 'Well, if you insist on staying in school, Taylor, you might as well go to a high school rager at some point!' She was content being a wallflower, thank you very much, but her friend dragged her along anyway.
Somehow, someway, said friend managed to convince her to join a game of 'Seven Minutes in Heaven'. Taylor was stone cold sober, and yet Lisa knew exactly how to convince her. Damn Thinkers. She got lucky on all the spins to avoid going into the Closet of Awkwardness, and much to her enjoyment, Lisa ended up having to spend seven minutes with Amy Dallon.
The two were actually smiling when Dennis, a red headed boy who was the time keeper, opened up the door.
And now Amy's sister, Victoria, was spinning the bottle, and Taylor cursed her damn luck when it landed on her. Lisa was going to get all the bees for this.
Naturally, her blonde friend was cackling as the two headed to the Closet. Taylor's plan was simple, really. Do nothing and go on with murdering her friend after. That assumed that the Brute known as Glory Girl didn't kill her by mistake in the close confines of the closet. The girl had a tendency for massive damage everywhere she went, and Taylor was seriously worried about getting hurt.
Moments after the door closed on the two of them, Victoria spoke up. "So, uh, how do you want to do this? Nothing for seven minutes?" she asked, hesitant.
"I'd be fine with that," confessed Taylor, "I got dragged to this party by a friend in the first place."
"Ah..."
An awkward silence fell over them, which she was fine with. Gave her more time to plan reven-
"Your hair smells nice."
The non sequitur from Victoria caught Taylor off guard. "Stop sniffing me!" she hissed out. She was rather proud of her hair, though, and did put a ton of effort into keeping it well maintained.
"Kinda hard not to at the moment, given we're stuffed like sardines in this fucking closet," the blonde retorted. Huh, she definitely didn't want this either, Taylor realized. Maybe she was hoping for her boyfriend, but the bottle had clearly pointed at her with zero doubt.
"You know what? Fine. If I kiss you, will you shut up for the rest of the time?"
"Deal."
Taylor took a steadying breath, then put her hands on the blonde's shoulders after some clumsy groping in the dark. Last thing she wanted to do was slam into that forcefield. The second to last thing she wanted was for her to go into Skitter mode so she could get this over with. Goddess, she also wanted to light up a bunch of fireflies to help with that, but outing herself as Skitter to the Brute was a Bad Idea. No, this had to be Taylor doing this.
Maybe her bugs made her a more tactile person since that was her main sense through them, because she couldn't help but notice that Victoria had some serious muscle to her. Another part screamed why was she noticing that? Why did she even care? But once she was certain of her partner's position, she said, "Ok, here I go..." before whatever courage she managed to gather as Taylor left her.
"Ok," Victoria whispered.
As her lips made contact with her partner's, she immediately thought how soft the blonde's lips were compared to Brian's. Any further thoughts on it were cut off as Victoria quickly moved away after.
Part of Taylor immediately protested and called for more. It was a part of her she thought was long buried since the start of high school. Since that started. "More..?" she asked without thinking, that buried part hijacking her mouth for a moment.
"I thought one kiss and done..?" her companion asked, sounding unsure now.
Taylor got the traitorous part of her back under wraps and shoved it back down. "... Right. Yeah. One and done." Why did she feel so disappointed though at that?
"... Maybe another wouldn't hurt..." Victoria whispered, then moved towards Taylor, pressing her lips against hers.
Whatever feelings Taylor had at that moment quickly died. She wasn't sure what was happening anymore. Victoria had Dean! Why was she actually going further than what they agreed on? Was she that starved for contact that after Brian didn't work out, she decided to go for the next thing that presented itself? She was straight! So was Victoria! Victoria was a hero!
But she found herself wrapping her arms around the blonde's shoulders, with Victoria's arms around her waist. Neither of them broke apart for any longer than needed to breathe, despite the questioning thoughts running through her head. The shorter girl ended up pressing Taylor against the door as they continued, her impressive strength allowing her to do so. Despite that, she found the Brute to be surprisingly gentle otherwise, having shifted their position without even making her slam into the door. The ravenette found one of her hands working its way into the blonde's hair, pulling her head closer.
After what felt like a minute, they broke apart, then tried to look at each other in the dark. The once buried part of Taylor cooed at the interaction, wanting more. She couldn't hold herself back, and captured Victoria's lips again, the blonde gladly obliging her.
Eventually, she registered Dennis getting up through her bugs, and reluctantly broke off the kissing. "Dennis is coming," she got out, not caring if the blonde figured it out or not. What exactly had gotten into her?
"Fuck..." whispered Victoria. "That long already..?" she asked, moving so Taylor wasn't pressed against the door.
"Apparently..."
The door opened, and the two of them blinked a few times to readjust to the light. Victoria was sporting a furious blush, hair out of place from Taylor having her hands in it, and Taylor felt her own cheeks burning, trying her hardest to shunt as much of her emotions to her bugs. Looking out into the room, she glanced at Lisa, whose smirk was something to behold.
Fuck the bees. All the spiders. All. Of. Them!