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It was Drift, and it was AJ, and they were locked in a storage closet.
Scott had put them in there for some reason. Likely Scott reading into AJ running her mouth as usual and the awful habit she had of burrowing herself under Drift's skin. Whatever it was, they were there now, the door stuck and hardly any space between their bodies. AJ's arms were crossed over her chest. She looked smug, chin tilted up to goad Drift into doing—
Doing something. Drift wasn't sure what. What she was sure of was that she was annoyed. "This is your fault."
AJ raised an eyebrow. "My fault?"
"If you weren't so"—Drift huffed, searching for a word—"you, we wouldn't be here."
"Funny you keep blaming me when it was your friend who locked us in here."
"He only did that because he thinks—" Drift cut herself off.
AJ's eyes lit up at the thread. She leaned closer to Drift. "Thinks what?"
"It doesn't matter what he thinks. He's wrong."
"No, tell me, oh Drift. What does he think?"
Drift looked away pointedly, speaking through gritted teeth. "He thinks I like you."
"Ohhh. I get it. No, I see. You're blaming me because I'm just so likable."
"You're really not."
AJ hummed, readjusting herself against the wall. "Alright, open book. Keep telling yourself that."
"I will, because it's true."
"It's interesting watching you try to convince yourself," AJ said, smirking.
Drift's heart gave an unwanted flutter. "Do you ever shut up?" she snarked, shoving the feelings down.
AJ looked her dead in the eyes. "Make me."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You wanted me to shut up, so make me."
Drift eyed AJ. There were options, of course. Covering her mouth, for one, or choking her until all the air left her lungs. But AJ's eyes flicked down to Drift's lips, and she got it. This was a challenge. A challenge that didn't have to mean anything if she didn't let it.
The way she closed the gap between their bodies so quickly didn't have to mean anything either, nor the way she tilted AJ's chin up and brought their lips together. Just part of the challenge. AJ wanted to be shut up, so Drift might as well do it right.
The kiss was better than Drift would ever admit aloud. In the deepest, most hidden part of her mind, she might have even said she liked it. AJ was good, or at least good at kissing Drift. She kissed hard and hungry, tugging Drift closer with a hand threaded through her hair and another around her waist. It didn't take AJ long at all to lick at the seam of her lips, fingers tightening their grip. Drift parted her lips. She was giddy as AJ's tongue explored her mouth, brushing along her own tongue.
Drift pulled back when the need for oxygen became too strong, watching the string of saliva connecting her and AJ's mouths. It was a little hot, but Drift wrenched her gaze away and focused back on AJ's half-lidded eyes. She was leaning against the wall, limbs loose as her chest rose and fell. She gave a thumbs up when she noticed Drift's eyes. "You did well, open book."
"Not well enough if you're still speaking," Drift bit back out of habit. She was too busy noticing just how good AJ looked. Her hair was disheveled and her dark eyes glinted with self-satisfaction. Drift couldn't drag her gaze away.
"That's why you were so eager, huh." AJ nodded to herself, smiling lazily. "Just wanted me quiet?"
"Yes. That was the point, wasn't it? Getting you to shut up?"
"Gonna have to do more than that, Drifty."
Drift narrowed her eyes at AJ. "AJ?"
"Yeah?"
"You really can't get enough of me."
"How could I? You're just so perfect. I need more," AJ drawled, dancing her fingers up Drift's arm and bringing the wrist to her mouth. She met Drift's eyes as she pressed a kiss to the skin, "and more and more and more and more." Each more was punctuated with another kiss, climbing up towards Drift's shoulder.
Drift, for her part, stood stock-still. She wasn't certain what she could do, other than stare wide-eyed and forget to breathe. There was a mess of feelings in her chest she'd prefer to never deal with. Drift needed to kiss AJ. And maybe shove her tongue down her throat. She slid her hand through AJ's hair, pulling her back. AJ looked annoyed, a deep frown on her face. "I wasn't done yet."
"Maybe I want you to be done."
"You don't," AJ said, drawing closer and tipping her chin up so her mouth is closer to Drift's ear. "You want me so bad."
"I don't."
It was immediately less convincing when in her next breath, Drift grabbed at AJ's hips and brought their lips together hard, pressing AJ back against the wall. She was quieter that way, less irritating. Her hands landed on Drift's biceps, squeezing a few times before breaking the kiss with an appreciative hum. "Nice muscles, open book."
"Shut up," Drift said sharply, pecking AJ on the lips. She had to get the upper hand. Her hands braced under AJ's thighs, lifting her up and holding her against the wall. This seemed enough to render her speechless, staring at Drift with wide eyes and a reddened face. Drift grinned. "Are you going to be good and kiss me now?"
AJ just nodded, swallowing. When Drift resumed the kiss, she did so slowly. Savoring. Somewhere in the back of her head, she recognized it was more affectionate than it should have been. Like she was kissing someone she liked rather than someone who got under her skin more than anyone else ever had. She didn't like AJ, she didn't, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Not when AJ's lips were rough and enticing, moving unhurriedly against her own. AJ's hands darted across Drift's body, brushing fingers against what little bare skin there was and tapping rhythms into her shoulders.
AJ's tongue once again found itself in Drift's mouth. She seemed to like doing that, her fingers tightening their grip where she'd buried them in Drift's hair as she made a happy little sound. Drift felt consumed by a single-minded urge to take all AJ had to give, and return it in kind. Everything existed in that moment, in lips against lips and thighs against hands and torsos against torsos. It was a relevation. It was a familiarity.
Drift pulled away to gasp air in greedy swallowfuls, overwhelmed by the weight of her feelings. She knew what she was holding and just how much it mattered, just how much she refused to admit to herself. It was unavoidable so close to the source of her conflicts. She had a sudden need to be anywhere else before she did something stupid.
The train of thought was silenced by AJ's mouth against her neck, pressing soft kisses at seemingly random intervals. Drift clutched tighter at AJ's thighs, the only grounding grip she had. "AJ," she said, choked. "What are you doing?"
AJ paused, but she kept her head tucked in the crook of Drift's neck. "Do you not like it?"
"I didn't say that."
"Because you like me."
"Putting words in my mouth again."
AJ laughed, speaking between kisses, "I've put more than that in there."
"Right, because you just couldn't resist sticking your tongue in my mouth."
"What can I say?" AJ said, pulling back and smirking. "You taste good."
Drift was a little breathless. "Yeah?"
AJ's eyes were back on Drift's lips. "Yeah."
The kiss was interrupted by the harsh pound of a knock on the door. "I'm unlocking the closet now. You can come out whenever you're ready," Scott said from the other side, sounding proud of himself.
"So," AJ said, after the lock clicked and Scott's footsteps had left. She smoothed Drift's hair down and adjusted her cowl back into place, more thoughtful than Drift had thought her capable of being.
Drift returned the favor once she'd let AJ down, though she thought it was useless. AJ thrived when she was messy. "So."
AJ turned away, placing her hand on the doorknob. "Thank you for the good time, open book. However, I do have places to be."
"Wait," Drift said without thinking.
AJ looked over her shoulder. "Yeah?"
Drift coughed, self-aware. "Nothing."
AJ stayed staring. There was an undeniable something existing in the space between them. Drift was a fly caught in the web of AJ's dark gaze, waiting for her to say something. Anything. The quiet attachment Drift harbored somewhere deep down even yearned for it. It didn't happen. AJ gave a parting smirk before she ducked out of the now open door.
Drift slid down the wall and cursed. Why, oh why did it have to be AJ?