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Was this wrong? Golf Ball thought. I mean, it certainly isn't right.
Golf Ball felt her fingers thread through her hair, softly tugging at the strands, and she almost damn moaned. Though, even if she did, the noise would probably have been muffled against the lips that were currently pressed against hers.
It started as snide comments, small insults. Then it got more heated and turned into the two yelling at each other. Like their usual fights.
And then, she slammed Golf Ball against the wall. It caused her breath to hitch in her throat.
They stood in silence for a moment, staring at each other, both panting from their fight, their chest rising and falling in unison.
The tension was still there, but it was different now. Hotter, thicker, more dangerous.
Then, she leaned down and kissed her. Hard, angrily.
Surprisingly, Golf Ball kissed back, matching her intensity.
And that's how they got to where they are now.
"Pencil-" Golf Ball pulled back, barely leaving an inch between their lips.
"We shouldn't be doing this? Yeah, I, like, know. But..." Her eyes dropped down to the other's lips, then back up. "Fuck you."
Pencil pressed her lips against the other's once again and pushed her against the wall harder. Golf Ball instinctively threw her arms around Pencil's neck and kissed back.
Sure, Pencil has kissed people before. A lot of people. But none of them compared to the feeling of kissing her enemy.
It should've been like kissing anyone else, Pencil realized, but it's not. It's different, there's history here, a build up to the breaking point. It's not like making out with some random guy or girl at a party, where there's nothing there, no repercussions because she almost never saw the people she made out with again. She didn't have to worry about talking about what it meant or why it happened, she just wanted to have a good time, really.
But Pencil sees Golf Ball everyday. That's a problem, isn't it? However, right now, she didn't care.
Pencil laced her manicured nails through the shorter's hair and gripped the strands tightly, eliciting a sound from her that she'd never admit to. Pencil's mouth trailed down to Golf Ball's neck and began to leave open mouthed kisses. Her hands went to rest on the other girl's hips.
"Pencil-" Golf Ball whined.
Pencil's nails dug into her hips, the mix of pleasure and pain becoming a dangerous combination. "Be quiet, bossy bot," The taller girl hissed, her breath fanning over the shorter one's neck, making her shiver.
"You like that, huh?" Pencil teased as she pulled back to look at her face, leaving barely an inch between their faces. They were so close together that Pencil could count each freckle on the shorter's face, each eyelash. Was she always this pretty?
"Shut up..." Golf Ball glanced to the side, her hand lifting off Pencil's arm to rub her neck. "I swear, if you left a mark on my neck, I'm going to kill you."
"Blah, blah, blah. I know you liked it." She raised her hand to the shorter's neck, cradling the side of it almost affectionately.
"Shut up..." Golf Ball rested the top of her head against the taller's chest, hiding her face. The action made Pencil's cheeks flush and her heart race.
She brought her hand up to the girl's head and patted it awkwardly.
"What does this mean?" Golf Ball asked suddenly.
"What-?"
Golf Ball looked up at Pencil. "What are we now? We were fighting, then you kissed me, then we made out. We obviously can't ignore this and go back to hating each other."
"Ah- uh... Right." Well fuck. She kind of hoped they could do that.
"For the record, I admit, I did enjoy it."
Pencil blushed and admitted, "I did too. You're surprisingly good at kissing."
"You really thought I wouldn't know what I was doing? Of course not. I occasionally put these looks to good use." She ran her fingers through her own hair as she looked up at Pencil, a tad suggestively.
"Oh, really?"
"Mhm... Y'know.." Golf Ball traced a finger down Pencil's chest. "We could just not talk and go back to what we were doing?~"
"Sounds like a plan."
And then they like had lesbian sex or something idk