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It was a mistake coming to this party knowing Doll was gonna be there.
It was a huge mistake thinking that they wouldn’t get the red stick.
It was a bigger mistake thinking Doll wouldn’t, either.
But Uzi Doorman’s biggest mistake of the entire day, the thing they regretted most, was not running away the moment the sticks were revealed. If they had ran away, they wouldn’t have to be stuck in this closet with the one drone they hated with a burning passion. It was cramped, too, so they barely had any room to themselves.
Doll sat across from Uzi, just staring at them. Creepily. Uzi sat curled up, trying their hardest to not touch her. “I can’t belive I got paired with you of all drones. Even Lizzy would’ve been better,” Uzi groaned.
”You say that as if I want to be in this closet with you,” Doll said, glaring.
They rolled their eyes. “Yeah, well, I’m the one in the closet with a mass murderer.”
She glared at them. “Did you forget about the camping trip? You’re no saint, either.”
”That was different!” Uzi protested. “I murdered them out of lack of oil, you murdered out of lack of fucking empathy!”
”They were in my way. I needed to get to V.”
”You’re so goddamn fucking obsessed with this revenge plot of yours, Robo-Jesus Christ! I hate her ass too but you just keep killing people who get in your way as if it’s nessecary!!”
”You forget V killed my parents. She likely killed yours too.” Doll said, voice steady and cold. “It’s only fair we kill her in return.”
Uzi swore their audio input program was broken, because there was no way.. “We? We??? Are you fucking stupid on purpose? This is a you issue, it has nothing to do with me!”
”You can deny it all you wish, but you’re just as much tangled in this mess as I am,” she growled.
“FUCKING BITE ME!!!”
Something overcame Doll in that moment. She wasn’t sure if it was pure hatred, or if she saw Uzi’s words as a dare, or something else snapped in her, but Doll grabbed Uzi’s shoulders, looked them in the eye, said “Fine,” and bit down on their neck.
Uzi yelped in suprise, grabbing Doll’s face. “F-Fucking - figure of speech, you dumbass-!” but suprisingly, they didn’t force Doll away from them. They just kind of… let it happen. Which confused both of them, especially Doll, since she was expecting more resistance from the drone that seemed to hate her so much. But hey, might as well, right?
Doll pulled away from Uzi’s neck, going up to their face. She bit their cheek, and they grunted, but once again, didn’t stop it. She pulled away. “Are you -“
”Shut up, I hate you so fucking much,” they hissed, before pushing Doll’s lips against their own. This made her slightly glitch, as this was not what she expected out of them, but as she got a taste of Uzi, she stopped caring, wrestling their tounge for dominance over the kiss.
Doll’s hands moved to Uzi’s tiny waist, her hands completely locking around it. Uzi’s hands, meanwhile, moved to Doll’s legs, grabbing her thighs and pulling them in. The kiss only got more intense as their hands moved around each other’s bodies, desperate for more despite not knowing why.
She pulled away from the kiss for a moment, shaking her head. “You’re a two-faced bitch, aren’t you?” she grinned, not really caring.
They grabbed her cheeks, pulling her close. “and you’re a mass murderer, which one is worse?” They breathed.
A laugh escaped her lips, as she pulled Uzi in by the waist. “Well… at least I get twice the amount of you.” She mumbled, their lips almost touching. “And, two versions to explore,” she whispered as she pulled them back into another kiss, more intense than the last one.
They moaned slightly, their hands moving to her chest area. They put their hands under her shirt, their cold, hard hands touching her back that was warmed by her ever-beating core. She gasped, kissing harder as this was happening, her tounge claiming dominance over theirs. She tasted more of them, her desire ever-growing.
While Doll was claiming dominance over their kiss, Uzi began claiming dominance over her body. They pushed her down, now on top of her, and let their hands explore her body. They touched her chest, her stomach, her legs, everywhere they could reach. They didn’t want to leave a single part of her untouched. And Doll loved every moment of it.
Uzi separated from the kiss, and began kissing her down. Doll sighed, pleased as this was happening. The body they so passionately despised was now the same body they so desperately wanted, the mouth they so loathed was now the same taste they were so addicted to, the drone they hated was now the same drone they realized they couldn’t live without.
And just as they got down to her skirt, she grabbed their cheeks, pulling them back up to face level with her. They looked at each other, breathless. “…god you’re so addicting, fuck you,” Uzi mumbled.
”i know,” she breathed, smiling as both their visors were now glowing with blush. “I’m irresistible.” With that, she pulled Uzi back in, desperate for more of that taste that she never knew she needed. This time, Uzi’s tounge claimed dominance, tasting her more and more.
With the switch up, it was now Doll’s turn to claim Uzi as her own. Her hands made their way down their arms, to their shoulders, and to their chest. She unzipped their hoodie, caressing their chest. They moaned slightly, moving their hands down to hers and squeezing them hard while still dominating the kiss.
And just as her hands began to go down their legs, they heard the sound of the door to the room unlocking. Uzi quickly pulled away from Doll, zipping up their hoodie again. Doll was surprised by the abrupt ending to their makeout session, as she had pretty much forgotten this was 7 minutes in heaven. She fixed her skirt and top, and they sat apart from each other.
They heard the closet door unlocking, as Uzi groaned. “Fucking finally, I thought I was gonna be in this closet with this bitch forever,” they said. It hurt to pretend like that whole thing didn’t just happen, but god if they were gonna admit they liked it.
Doll glared. “It wasn’t fun for me either.”
The lies didn’t feel good, but they felt nessecary. Lizzy opened the doors and looked disappointed. “Oh come on, you didn’t even kiss?”
”Ew,” they said in unison.
”Fine… well, WHOS NEXT??” Lizzy turned away from them, which allowed them just a moment to look at each other. Uzi felt a tang of guilt, realizing it was already over. Both got out of the closet, walking into the other room.
Doll looked at Uzi, longing for the moment they’d just shared. She could tell Uzi felt the same. Neither would say it, though.
Just as quickly as the moment had started, it was over. Maybe next time they’ll get lucky enough to be paired together again.