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Shauna slumped against the rough bark of a pine tree, tilting her head back with a frustrated groan.
Of course, it had escalated. It always did.
One minute, she and Mari were arguing about something trivial, probably chores, and the next, voices were raised, tempers flaring. Shauna had felt that familiar rush of heat in her chest, that split-second where logic just… vanished.
And then she had shoved her.
Mari had shoved back.
After that, it was a blur of angry words and tangled arms before Natalie stormed in, her voice shrieking loud enough to wake the animals.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Natalie had snapped.
Shauna didn’t stay long enough to hear the rest. She knew that tone. Counselor mode. Punishments were coming.
So, she turned on her heel and stomped off into the trees before Natalie could officially declare their fate.
Here she was, alone with her thoughts, frustration still churning in her gut.
A twig snapped behind her, and Shauna flinched, spinning on her heel.
She whipped around, expecting Natalie, but worse: Mari standing there, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in that annoyingly smug way she had.
“Wow, Shipman,” she said, kicking at a pinecone near her feet. “Running away? That’s new. Usually, you just punch your problems.”
Shauna scoffed, crossing her arms tighter. “Oh, shut up.”
The corner of Mari’s lip twisted into a smirk. She moved closer, stopping right in front of Shauna and looking down at her.
“Yeah, I bet you’re really enjoying the peace and quiet.”
Shauna could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, a mix of fury and humiliation. Something about Mari just got under her skin, every time.
“Why are you even here?” she demanded. “Shouldn’t you be back at camp, sucking up to Natalie? You always do that.”
Mari laughed, leaning casually against the tree.
“Oh, you mean because I actually pull my weight instead of bitching around like you all day?”
Shauna bristled. “I do more around here than you ever will, Mari. All you care about is fucking yourself.”
Mari’s smirk vanished, replaced by a flash of annoyance.
“You’re unbelievable. Everyone’s sick of your attitude.”
Shauna rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. I don’t care about anyone’s opinion.”
Mari took a step closer, getting right in Shauna’s face. Despite being only a few inches taller, she seemed massive in that moment.
“Maybe you should start. Because you’re not the princess here, Shipman.”
Shauna felt her hands clench into fists at her sides. Why did Mari always have to push her like this? A million insults and retorts rose in her throat, but she bit them back, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.
“Screw you,” she hissed instead. “You’re a bitch.”
She turned on her heel and walked deeper into the woods.
She only made it a few steps before Mari’s voice came from behind her, taunting and sharp.
“You can’t keep running away every time things get tough, Shipman.”
Shauna paused, her steps faltering for a moment. She refused to turn around, to let Mari see the look on her face.
“I’m not running away.”
Another snort of disbelief. “Oh, really? That’s what it looks like from where I’m standing.”
Shauna felt her resolve cracking, and she spun around, glaring hotly at Mari. “And what do you care anyway?”
Mari shrugged, leaning against another tree with an infuriatingly smug look on her face. “I don’t.”
Shauna hated how easily Mari could get under her skin. She wanted to say something mean, something nasty that would wipe that smirk right off her face. But she just slumped against a tree again.
“Just leave me alone, you asshole.”
Mari tilted her head, regarding her curiously. “You’re really pissed off today, huh?”
“Yeah, thanks for noticing,” Shauna bit back sarcastically.
Mari looked around, her expression confused. “Where are we?”
Shauna followed her gaze, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. She had been too engrossed in her anger to pay much attention to their location, and now the surrounding trees all looked identical.
“Great,” she muttered, her shoulders slumping. “We’re lost. Thanks, Mari.”
“Wha—you gaywad, you got us fucking lost!”
Shauna felt her heart sink. She had been aimlessly wandering, letting her anger guide her. Now, they were lost in the middle of the woods.
Mari’s voice snapped her back to reality, and she shot her a glare. “Don’t blame me for this.”
But Mari’s eyes were already scanning their surroundings, her mind already working through the problem. It was a side of her that Shauna rarely saw; focused and competent, instead of dumb and obnoxious.
“We should try to backtrack the way we came,” she suggested, pushing off from the tree she had been leaning on.
Shauna felt a small rush of annoyance at how quickly Mari seemed to take charge. She wanted to argue, to insist she could handle it on her own. But the reality was, they both knew Mari was right.
“Fine,” she muttered, pushing herself off the tree. “Lead the way, genius.”
Mari stopped for a second, then looked down.
Shauna shoved her immediately. “You dumbass—do you even know which way we came from?”
Mari stumbled backward from the surprise shove, catching herself against a tree. “Hey! What the hell, Shipman?”
Shauna crossed her arms, her irritation flaring up again. “This was your brilliant idea. So you figure it out.”
Mari bristled. “You don’t have to be such a dick about it.”
Shauna scoffed. “Oh, and you’ve been so pleasant this whole time? You’re the one who followed me out here in the first place.”
Mari kicked a tree stump. “We’re gonna fucking die out here!”
The thought sent a chill down Shauna’s spine, but she refused to show it. “We’re not going to die.” She tried to sound confident, but her voice wavered slightly, betraying her fear.
Mari was pacing now, her hands running through her hair. "What are we going to do? It's gonna get dark soon."
As the words sank in, Shauna felt her heart racing. Dark. They'd be stuck out here in the woods, in the dark. She thought of every horror movie she'd ever seen, every campfire story she'd ever heard.
"It'll be fine," She said, more for her own benefit than Mari's. "We'll find our way back before then."
Right?
—-
“Its been hours.”
Mari stomped her foot, resting her head on a tree.
Shauna swallowed, forcing herself not to snap again.
“Has it?” she muttered, even though it definitely had. The light filtering through the trees was different now — softer. Thinner.
Mari dragged a hand down her face. “It’s getting colder.”
“Okay, stop,” Shauna said suddenly, pushing off the tree and stepping in front of her. “Panicking is not helping.”
Mari blinked at her. “Oh, I’m sorry. Should I schedule my panic for later?”
Shauna almost fired back — almost — but she caught herself. The tightness in her chest wasn’t just anger anymore. It was fear. And as much as she hated to admit it, Mari looked scared too.
Mari scooched closer to Shauna against the tree. “Brr.. Its so cold here..”
Her gaze on Shauna lowered, she bit her lip. “Maybe we could.. Warm each other up?”
Shauna blinked, caught completely off guard. For a second, she just stared at Mari, who was suddenly looking at her with this ridiculous, cocky little smirk, before her brain caught up.
"Are you serious right now?" Shauna scoffed, rolling her eyes so hard she might’ve given herself a headache. "We're lost in the woods, probably about to get eaten by wolves, and *this* is the move you're going with? You gaywad.”
Mari frowned, shifting closer so their shoulders bumped. "Hey, desperate times, Shipman."
Her gaze flickered to Shauna’s chapped lips.
Shauna felt a shiver go down her spine, but she shoved it down with another eye roll.
"You're ridiculous," she said, but her voice was slightly softer this time. She was getting colder, and she'd always hated the cold. “No.”
She could feel Mari's gaze on her, could feel the warmth of her body shifting closer, almost close enough to touch. She should have moved, she should have made some sort of smart ass comment, but instead…
Shauna exhaled sharply through her nose, irritation warring with the undeniable pull of Mari’s proximity. The cold *was* creeping in, the fading light casting long shadows between the trees.
"*No*," she repeated, but her voice lacked its usual bite. She tilted her head to glare at Mari properly—only to find her way too close, that stupid smirk still playing on her lips. Shauna could practically feel the warmth radiating off her.
God, she hated this.
Mari leaned in just a fraction, her breath visible in the cooling air. "No?" she echoed, raising an eyebrow. "You’re telling me if I kissed you right now, you’d stop me?"
Shauna’s pulse spiked. "Yes," she lied.
Mari grinned—the bastard—and slowly, deliberately, brushed her thumb along Shauna’s lower lip. "Liar."
Shauna should’ve pushed her away. Should’ve bitten her thumb, she did before. Instead, she stayed perfectly, stupidly still.
The forest was *very* quiet.
Then Mari leaned in.
In what felt like slow motion, Mari’s hands found Shauna’s jaw, cupping her face lightly.
Then, finally, her lips brushed Shauna's.
And oh.
Shauna's brain short-circuited in an instant, thoughts scattering like leaves on the wind. Because it wasn't fair that this should feel so damn good.
It wasn't fair that Mari should know just the right way to kiss her, all gentle pressure and soft warmth. It wasn't *fair* that Shauna should melt right into it, her hands coming up to grasp Mari's shirt.
Shauna sighs dramatically. “Okay—fine. But if you tell ANYONE about this—”
Mari cuts her off by immediately plastering herself in Shauna’s neck, tucking her freezing hands under Shauna’s shirt with zero hesitation.
“Jesus—your hands are like ice!” Shauna hisses, but Mari just burrows closer, her lips brushing Shauna’s neck.
“Mmm. You’re warm,” Mari mumbles, shameless.
She kisses along Shauna’s neck, leaving rough bites down her skin.
The feel of Mari's lips on her skin sent a shudder through Shauna's entire body, and she had to bite back an embarrassing groan. She could feel her cheeks burning—the cold *definitely* wasn't the only thing raising goosebumps.
"Knock it *off*," she huffed, trying to sound annoyed but missing by a *mile*.
Mari ignored her, her teeth nipping a particularly sensitive spot under her ear. Shauna's eyes fluttered shut, her breath catching.
Damn it.
Mari pulled Shauna’s shirt up, not enough to take it off, but enough to kiss down her stomach.
Shauna swallowed hard, trying to collect herself. Her body was traitor, already responding to Mari's touch, her fingers clenching in the other girl's hair. This was *stupid*—they were still lost, they were still freezing, and here Shauna was melting under Mari's mouth.
It took every ounce of willpower to stop her hips from rocking as Mari's lips left a trail of kisses down her stomach.
"That's enough," she tried to snap, but it came out as a breathless whisper.
Mari laughed against her skin, a low, smug sound.
She bit back a whimper as Mari reached the waistband of her sweatpants, her breath hot even through the fabric.
"Yeah, right," Mari said, voice deep and scratchy. She pressed a kiss just above her happy trail. "If you want me to stop, just say the word, gaywad.”
Shauna opened her mouth, ready with a scathing retort—then she found herself unable to speak, tongue heavy in her mouth.
She hated this—hated the sharp twist in her stomach, hated the way her thighs clenched in anticipation of something she knew she shouldn't want. But Mari's mouth was right *there*, her breath against her skin unbearably warm.
"I.. I hate you," Shauna finally managed. The words sounded weak even to her own ears.
A chuckle rumbled from Mari's chest, the vibration nearly making Shauna's knees buckle.
"Sure, Shipman."
She pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss on her happy trail, and *oh*, that was dangerous; a warm, wet heat that had Shauna clenching her jaw.
Her breath stuck in her chest. This was stupid, she was supposed to push her away—
"Mari—"
"Shhhhh." The word was murmured against her flesh, almost soothing.
Mari pulled Shauna’s sweatpants off in one swift motion.
Shauna's breath caught. Her skin was suddenly bare in the cool air, goosebumps running up her stomach.
She was so exposed, so vulnerable—yet there was a sharp thrill in it, in the way Mari was looking at her like she was something to devour.
Her legs were already trembling. If not for the tree at her back, she might have collapsed.
Shauna gripped Mari's shoulders, nails digging in—half to steady herself, half to yank her away. But she couldn't.
Mari's smirk was wicked as she dragged her tongue slow up the inside of Shauna's thigh.
"Still hate me?"
Shauna's jaw clenched.
(Yes.
Absolutely.
She *hated* how good this felt.)
A gasp escaped her as Mari's teeth grazed her clit, and Shauna's head thunked back against the tree.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, *fuck*.
Shauna gripped Mari's shoulders, nails digging in—half to steady herself, half to yank her away. But she couldn't.
Mari's smirk was wicked as she dragged her tongue slow up the inside of Shauna's thigh.
"Still hate me?"
Shauna's jaw clenched.
(Yes.)
Absolutely.
She *hated* how good this felt.)
A gasp escaped her as Mari's teeth grazed her swollen clit, and Shauna's head thunked back against the tree.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, *fuck*.
Her hips jerked.
Mari hummed against her, tongue laving over her hairy folds in long, lazy strokes, her movements deliberate, almost methodical. Almost maddening.
Shauna's hands clenched in her hair, nails scratching at her scalp. Every nerve in her body lit up.
(This had to be some sort of cosmic joke. Only it wasn’t remotely funny.)
"Mari," she gasped, a pleading edge to her voice. "I hate you, I hate you you bitch—“
"Shhh."
Shauna's thighs already shaking, her breathing shallow with every stroke. But Mari was a damnable tease, her movements just short of what she wanted, needed.
She was *so* close, hanging on the edge of something and *wanting*, but Mari kept her there, relentless.
Finally, finally, she sped up, her tongue hard against her clit.
"Mari-I—Jesus— *oh*—"
Then Mari stopped, and Shauna's frustration boiled over. "You bastard—"
Mari slipped a hand in her own shorts, rubbing her swollen bead.
Shauna’s breath hitched—she could *see* Mari touching herself, could hear the quiet, slick sounds of her fingers working in the dim light.
Her entire body tensed, torn between irritation and arousal.
She grinded down on Mari’s nose, her thighs clenching around Mari’s head.
Shauna let out a choked gasp as Mari groaned against her, nose pressing deeper in response to the sudden movement. Her own hips jerked forward on instinct—desperate, wanting—and Mari’s free hand clamped down on her thigh, holding her in place.
"Fuck," Mari muttered, voice ragged, before her tongue dragged flat and slow over Shauna’s clit again.
Shauna’s head thudded back against the tree, her fingers tightening in Mari’s hair.
Mari pulled back, ripping off her shorts and underwear.
Shauna watched, her body humming with impatience. She could feel the flush spreading down her chest, the ache between her thighs nearly overwhelming.
Mari was so goddamn cocky and smug, but she *had* to be close too. She was flushed, breathing heavy, the wetness visible on her chin in the pale light.
(Shauna hated that she found the sight so attractive.)
"Damn it, *Mari*—"
Mari sat on her thigh, her clit wet on her skin.
Shauna gasped as Mari pressed down against her thigh, the slick heat of her grinding against her. The sensation—god, it was almost too much—and she could feel the tremble in Mari’s legs as she rocked against her, desperate for friction.
Shauna swallowed hard, her fingers tightening in Mari’s hair.
"You—you’re such a mess," she breathed, though her voice was anything but disapproving.
Mari smirked down at her, hips rolling slow and deliberate. "Yeah? And whose fault is that?"
Shauna didn’t answer—couldn’t, really—because Mari’s hand slid between them, fingers dragging through wetness before pressing inside.
Shauna arched off the tree with a choked moan, her legs shaking as Mari fucked herself on her wet thigh—right there, right against her, close enough that Shauna could feel every shuddering breath she took.
"Fuck—*Shauna*—" Mari gasped, her rhythm faltering.
Shauna bit her lip hard enough to taste blood, her own hips jerking helplessly against nothing.
Shauna couldn't hold back anymore—she pulled Mari's face to hers in a messy, biting kiss, swallowing the sounds spilling from her lips. Their teeth clashed, tongues tangling as Mari rode her thigh harder, her fingers working furiously between them.
Shauna broke the kiss with a gasp, tipping her head back as Mari’s free hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. She could feel Mari shaking—close, so close—and the thought sent a fresh wave of heat pulsing through her.
"God—you're—*fuck*—" Mari stuttered against her neck, her breath ragged.
Then Mari tensed, a sharp cry muffled against Shauna’s shoulder as she came, her body shuddering against her.
Shauna exhaled shakily, her own legs weak from the sight alone.
Mari slumped against her, breathing hard, her forehead resting on Shauna’s collarbone.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Then Mari pulled back just enough to smirk up at her—lips swollen, hair mussed, utterly wrecked.
"Still hate me?" she breathed.
Shauna shoved her off with a grumble, wiping Mari’s wetness from her thigh with more force than necessary.
"Yes."