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"I swear to God, Calli, you said last time was the last time."
Well, duh, it gets you to shut up.
Her folks were so done with her, she could see it in their ugly mugs as they shouted her into oblivion. While she tuned them out, she remembered it all.
Flash. Turn. Flash. Turn.
Getting put into that awful cell with a bunch of drunk ladies. For what, theft? Yeah, she had a record, but it didn't matter! She was turning 18 in a week! She grumbled through it then, shuffling through songs until she found a playlist she liked. They took her phone, but she always kept around her old iPod in case of emergency.
Hours passed before they showed up, red in the face, her dad, and pale as a ghost, her mom. They just didn't get it.
"Stealing's just fun."
A little lie. She got such a rush from it, and she wasn't going to stop just because they asked.
It came back to haunt her. Thrown on a plane to who the fuck cares across the country, she was met up a man with her name on a sign.
Calliope.
"Really? My name's Ana," she insisted, letting her be led along into a sedan that took her straight out of the airport and over to the school. It was the beginning of her senior year, her birthday just a week ago... and now she had no friends, no phone, just an old ipod and several sets of a uniform. And she supposed, the stipend from 'mommy and daddy' so she didn't have to go anywhere and get in trouble.
School? More like a prison, she scoffed, right as she put the earbuds back in her ear and let the man lead her straight to the dean's office.
"You're Calliope Bessinger, right?"
She didn't answer. She merely scowled up at the dean while she went along with her rehearsed speech. She quietly thanked Phil for recommending the brand, because no one knew she wasn't paying attention while they were getting all the paperwork in order. When they finally actually addressed her again, she was mouthing the lyrics to Zombie and facing towards the wall.
"Ana!"
There we go, she finally paid attention. Pausing the song, she offered her brightest smile before raising her thumb to her lip. Biting on the tip for just a moment, she put on a doe-eyed pout, like she so desperately regretted everything that'd happened.
"We're sending in another student to take you on a tour. She might be in some of your classes. Be nice."
"I'm always nice, miss dean," she answered, fluttering her eyelashes before leaning back. The rest of the staff dispersed, leaving Ana alone with the dean in this office until their little tour guide stepped in to whisk her away.
"Ah, Chione! Thank you for joining us. Calliope's enrolling starting tomorrow. We'd like her to see the grounds now, so she doesn't get lost. Is that okay?"
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"I swear to God, Calli, you said last time was the last time."
Well, duh, it gets you to shut up.
Her folks were so done with her, she could see it in their ugly mugs as they shouted her into oblivion. While she tuned them out, she remembered it all.
Flash. Turn. Flash. Turn.
Getting put into that awful cell with a bunch of drunk ladies. For what, theft? Yeah, she had a record, but it didn't matter! She was turning 18 in a week! She grumbled through it then, shuffling through songs until she found a playlist she liked. They took her phone, but she always kept around her old iPod in case of emergency.
Hours passed before they showed up, red in the face, her dad, and pale as a ghost, her mom. They just didn't get it.
"Stealing's just fun."
A little lie. She got such a rush from it, and she wasn't going to stop just because they asked.
It came back to haunt her. Thrown on a plane to who the fuck cares across the country, she was met up a man with her name on a sign.
Calliope.
"Really? My name's Ana," she insisted, letting her be led along into a sedan that took her straight out of the airport and over to the school. It was the beginning of her senior year, her birthday just a week ago... and now she had no friends, no phone, just an old ipod and several sets of a uniform. And she supposed, the stipend from 'mommy and daddy' so she didn't have to go anywhere and get in trouble.
School? More like a prison, she scoffed, right as she put the earbuds back in her ear and let the man lead her straight to the dean's office.
"You're Calliope Bessinger, right?"
She didn't answer. She merely scowled up at the dean while she went along with her rehearsed speech. She quietly thanked Phil for recommending the brand, because no one knew she wasn't paying attention while they were getting all the paperwork in order. When they finally actually addressed her again, she was mouthing the lyrics to Zombie and facing towards the wall.
"Ana!"
There we go, she finally paid attention. Pausing the song, she offered her brightest smile before raising her thumb to her lip. Biting on the tip for just a moment, she put on a doe-eyed pout, like she so desperately regretted everything that'd happened.
"We're sending in another student to take you on a tour. She might be in some of your classes. Be nice."
"I'm always nice, miss dean," she answered, fluttering her eyelashes before leaning back. The rest of the staff dispersed, leaving Ana alone with the dean in this office until their little tour guide stepped in to whisk her away.
"Ah, Chione! Thank you for joining us. Calliope's enrolling starting tomorrow. We'd like her to see the grounds now, so she doesn't get lost. Is that okay?"
"I swear to God, Calli, you said last time was the last time."
Well, duh, it gets you to shut up.
Her folks were so done with her, she could see it in their ugly mugs as they shouted her into oblivion. While she tuned them out, she remembered it all.
Flash. Turn. Flash. Turn.
Getting put into that awful cell with a bunch of drunk ladies. For what, theft? Yeah, she had a record, but it didn't matter! She was turning 18 in a week! She grumbled through it then, shuffling through songs until she found a playlist she liked. They took her phone, but she always kept around her old iPod in case of emergency.
Hours passed before they showed up, red in the face, her dad, and pale as a ghost, her mom. They just didn't get it.
"Stealing's just fun."
A little lie. She got such a rush from it, and she wasn't going to stop just because they asked.
It came back to haunt her. Thrown on a plane to who the fuck cares across the country, she was met up a man with her name on a sign.
Calliope.
"Really? My name's Ana," she insisted, letting her be led along into a sedan that took her straight out of the airport and over to the school. It was the beginning of her senior year, her birthday just a week ago... and now she had no friends, no phone, just an old ipod and several sets of a uniform. And she supposed, the stipend from 'mommy and daddy' so she didn't have to go anywhere and get in trouble.
School? More like a prison, she scoffed, right as she put the earbuds back in her ear and let the man lead her straight to the dean's office.
"You're Calliope Bessinger, right?"
She didn't answer. She merely scowled up at the dean while she went along with her rehearsed speech. She quietly thanked Phil for recommending the brand, because no one knew she wasn't paying attention while they were getting all the paperwork in order. When they finally actually addressed her again, she was mouthing the lyrics to Zombie and facing towards the wall.
"Ana!"
There we go, she finally paid attention. Pausing the song, she offered her brightest smile before raising her thumb to her lip. Biting on the tip for just a moment, she put on a doe-eyed pout, like she so desperately regretted everything that'd happened.
"We're sending in another student to take you on a tour. She might be in some of your classes. Be nice."
"I'm always nice, miss dean," she answered, fluttering her eyelashes before leaning back. The rest of the staff dispersed, leaving Ana alone with the dean in this office until their little tour guide stepped in to whisk her away.
"Ah, Chione! Thank you for joining us. Calliope's enrolling starting tomorrow. We'd like her to see the grounds now, so she doesn't get lost. Is that okay?"
School was a popularity contest, even an all girls private school. But it was a contest that Chione was winning. She made damn sure of that. She was the one that everyone wanted to be. She was the prettiest girl with the best stuff, the best stories and she knew how to have the most fun. The fact that she had been elected class president again without ever actually trying was proof of that. She made sure that someone else did all her work, and she got all the glory. What wasn’t to love about that?
Well, moments like this. She’d been called back to school early, just to give some new girl a tour. Her family had a house in town so she got the luxury of going home on the weekends. A luxury she very much enjoyed. And it was being interrupted. All because she was supposed to be some sort of model student and welcoming committee or whatever. She just wanted to be home, by the pool. Or out shopping. Or hooking up with one of her boy toys. Just about anything would be more fun than this.
Since school wasn’t officially in session, she was out of uniform. Her mini skirt was just barely fingertip length. Even though with her long legs it looked far shorter. She wore a cardigan that made her look demure - like a teacher’s pet. Her long hair was loose around her shoulders and her makeup was impeccable. Smokey eyeliner that perfectly enhanced her pale blue eyes and flawless skin.
Still, she put on a smile as she entered the dean’s office. “Hello, Dean Wolfe. Of course, I’d be more than happy to show her around. I’m sure she’ll fit right in,” she assured the woman with a wide smile. Ugh, it was so sweet her teeth were hurting, but it was the price she had to pay. She turned to the new girl, holding out her hand. “I’m Chione Isazari, senior class president, and it looks like I’m your tour guide for the day. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask,”she continued, forcing the cheerful enthusiasm into her voice. “Let’s go. There is so much to show you.”
With that, she led the way out into the hall. Once the door was shut behind them, her expression dropped the sunshine facade. “Ugh. That was painful, but it keeps the dean happy. So anyway, what got you shipped off here?” She paused to look at the shorter girl. “I mean, you’re starting mid-semester, so you probably pissed off the parental units, right? Let me guess, they’re trying to get you away from some guy? That’s how half the girls end up here,” she continued with a roll of her eyes. Going to an all girls school had certainly never stopped her from hooking up with guys after all.
She gave a small shrug as she pushed open the door to exit the administrative building. Once they were outside, she quickly removed her sweater, revealing a tight, midriff baring blouse underneath that showed off her thin tanned waist as well as a not insignificant amount of cleavage. Clearly she wasn’t the model student the dean believed her to be. “Okay, so that building over there is where your math and science classes are held. And that one next to it is for languages and history. Pretty much all your academic classes will be in those two buildings. The art building is further down and the gymnasium is on the other side of the grounds.”
Chione paused in the boring part. “What kind of stuff are you into? Maybe I can actually give you a useful tip or two instead of the basic tour garbage that is all in your handbook anyway.”
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School was a popularity contest, even an all girls private school. But it was a contest that Chione was winning. She made damn sure of that. She was the one that everyone wanted to be. She was the prettiest girl with the best stuff, the best stories and she knew how to have the most fun. The fact that she had been elected class president again without ever actually trying was proof of that. She made sure that someone else did all her work, and she got all the glory. What wasn’t to love about that?
Well, moments like this. She’d been called back to school early, just to give some new girl a tour. Her family had a house in town so she got the luxury of going home on the weekends. A luxury she very much enjoyed. And it was being interrupted. All because she was supposed to be some sort of model student and welcoming committee or whatever. She just wanted to be home, by the pool. Or out shopping. Or hooking up with one of her boy toys. Just about anything would be more fun than this.
Since school wasn’t officially in session, she was out of uniform. Her mini skirt was just barely fingertip length. Even though with her long legs it looked far shorter. She wore a cardigan that made her look demure - like a teacher’s pet. Her long hair was loose around her shoulders and her makeup was impeccable. Smokey eyeliner that perfectly enhanced her pale blue eyes and flawless skin.
Still, she put on a smile as she entered the dean’s office. “Hello, Dean Wolfe. Of course, I’d be more than happy to show her around. I’m sure she’ll fit right in,” she assured the woman with a wide smile. Ugh, it was so sweet her teeth were hurting, but it was the price she had to pay. She turned to the new girl, holding out her hand. “I’m Chione Isazari, senior class president, and it looks like I’m your tour guide for the day. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask,”she continued, forcing the cheerful enthusiasm into her voice. “Let’s go. There is so much to show you.”
With that, she led the way out into the hall. Once the door was shut behind them, her expression dropped the sunshine facade. “Ugh. That was painful, but it keeps the dean happy. So anyway, what got you shipped off here?” She paused to look at the shorter girl. “I mean, you’re starting mid-semester, so you probably pissed off the parental units, right? Let me guess, they’re trying to get you away from some guy? That’s how half the girls end up here,” she continued with a roll of her eyes. Going to an all girls school had certainly never stopped her from hooking up with guys after all.
She gave a small shrug as she pushed open the door to exit the administrative building. Once they were outside, she quickly removed her sweater, revealing a tight, midriff baring blouse underneath that showed off her thin tanned waist as well as a not insignificant amount of cleavage. Clearly she wasn’t the model student the dean believed her to be. “Okay, so that building over there is where your math and science classes are held. And that one next to it is for languages and history. Pretty much all your academic classes will be in those two buildings. The art building is further down and the gymnasium is on the other side of the grounds.”
Chione paused in the boring part. “What kind of stuff are you into? Maybe I can actually give you a useful tip or two instead of the basic tour garbage that is all in your handbook anyway.”
School was a popularity contest, even an all girls private school. But it was a contest that Chione was winning. She made damn sure of that. She was the one that everyone wanted to be. She was the prettiest girl with the best stuff, the best stories and she knew how to have the most fun. The fact that she had been elected class president again without ever actually trying was proof of that. She made sure that someone else did all her work, and she got all the glory. What wasn’t to love about that?
Well, moments like this. She’d been called back to school early, just to give some new girl a tour. Her family had a house in town so she got the luxury of going home on the weekends. A luxury she very much enjoyed. And it was being interrupted. All because she was supposed to be some sort of model student and welcoming committee or whatever. She just wanted to be home, by the pool. Or out shopping. Or hooking up with one of her boy toys. Just about anything would be more fun than this.
Since school wasn’t officially in session, she was out of uniform. Her mini skirt was just barely fingertip length. Even though with her long legs it looked far shorter. She wore a cardigan that made her look demure - like a teacher’s pet. Her long hair was loose around her shoulders and her makeup was impeccable. Smokey eyeliner that perfectly enhanced her pale blue eyes and flawless skin.
Still, she put on a smile as she entered the dean’s office. “Hello, Dean Wolfe. Of course, I’d be more than happy to show her around. I’m sure she’ll fit right in,” she assured the woman with a wide smile. Ugh, it was so sweet her teeth were hurting, but it was the price she had to pay. She turned to the new girl, holding out her hand. “I’m Chione Isazari, senior class president, and it looks like I’m your tour guide for the day. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask,”she continued, forcing the cheerful enthusiasm into her voice. “Let’s go. There is so much to show you.”
With that, she led the way out into the hall. Once the door was shut behind them, her expression dropped the sunshine facade. “Ugh. That was painful, but it keeps the dean happy. So anyway, what got you shipped off here?” She paused to look at the shorter girl. “I mean, you’re starting mid-semester, so you probably pissed off the parental units, right? Let me guess, they’re trying to get you away from some guy? That’s how half the girls end up here,” she continued with a roll of her eyes. Going to an all girls school had certainly never stopped her from hooking up with guys after all.
She gave a small shrug as she pushed open the door to exit the administrative building. Once they were outside, she quickly removed her sweater, revealing a tight, midriff baring blouse underneath that showed off her thin tanned waist as well as a not insignificant amount of cleavage. Clearly she wasn’t the model student the dean believed her to be. “Okay, so that building over there is where your math and science classes are held. And that one next to it is for languages and history. Pretty much all your academic classes will be in those two buildings. The art building is further down and the gymnasium is on the other side of the grounds.”
Chione paused in the boring part. “What kind of stuff are you into? Maybe I can actually give you a useful tip or two instead of the basic tour garbage that is all in your handbook anyway.”
Ana wasn't sure what kind of little kissass nerd she was expecting to show her around, but it certainly wasn't what she got. She didn't turn around just yet, expecting nothing of interest to be joining them. Instead, Anastasia stared at the wall, lazily flicking through her favourite playlist until she heard the voice that came out behind her. Still seated, Ana was intrigued enough just by the timbre of the girl's voice only to be caught entirely by surprise.
Eyes widened for a moment, her gaze first meeting the student eyes, a striking blue that fascinated the troublemaker. Then, she followed the plane of Chione's face before stifling a nod of approval at her attire. Knowing her recent luck, if her accommodations were found to be too entrancing... they'd be changed. No, she was perfectly content to take what was offered to her. A pretty veteran student showing her around? By the look of her, she definitely wasn't some dweeb. No, she held an air of popularity, of confidence and more importantly, style. While Ana didn't give a fuck about what some strangers thought of her...
She understood.
This is my lot, like it or not. Sinking my teeth into this one will make my life easier.
Chione Isazari... She had an interesting name, far more exotic and lovely than Ana's own given names. But, the name someone else chose was hardly a hallmark of quality. The singer thought of her own, almost rolling her eyes as she noticed something peculiar. A student of the arts, Ana was well aware of the means by which people stretched their vocal cords. This girl was forcing herself. It seemed she didn't want to be there.
That makes both of us, she mused just as she nodded, a graceful shift lifting her up from her chair. She slung her purse over her shoulder and followed the class president out of the office. A bit of distance put between the two of them and the staff and immediately, she heard Chione's voice drop.
"Ugh. That was painful..."
You don't know the half of it.
Chione seemed more chipper once they were separated, and Ana felt the quirk of her lips tug a smile from the bitter young woman just as Chione made her best guess as to what brought her into this cozy, isolated, and boy-free section of the world. It might've been a good guess for someone else, but... Ana didn't really swing that way. An eye for the fairer sex, as more time passed with just the two of them, Ana was becoming more and more aware of just how many of her boxes Chione ticked.
"Oh, no. Nothing like that. I'm a perfect little angel. Never get in trouble because of boys," she added, fluttering her eyes sarcastically before she answered,
"I might not look it, but I was quite the little thief where I lived. I got a bit too drunk, and a tinge too greedy. Ended up tripping an alarm and got my ass hauled to jail. Folks ransomed my bail against the condition of coming here," she said. In any other circumstance, she might've been proud of herself. She'd nearly gotten away with everything, if the alarm hadn't been silent. She dallied along for too long and got swiped up by the police. She narrowed her gaze for a moment as they switched direction and Chione peeled the sweater from her shoulders.
Well, fuck me.
Chione was hot. Clearly, she knew it, too. But, that sweater obviously did its job in covering her up because she hadn't been anywhere near as enraptured as she was afterwards. More than a little curious about her tour guide, Anastasia felt the salacious thoughts cloud her judgment and add colour to her expression, her gaze glossed over in a moment of weakness until...
"What kind of stuff are you into?"
The rest before it went in one ear and out the other. All of this was on a map, or like the girl mentioned, in the handbook. Anastasia figured that the class president was assigned to her specifically to keep her out of trouble... but she seemed just the right sort of lady to put her in it to begin with. Ana felt her lips stretch into a smile as she mulled over Chione's question.
"When I'm not getting thrown in jail, I live for a bit of music. I play a couple instruments, but mostly, I sing. Going past that... I'm into anything that brings a bit of excitement into my life, Chi baby."
She winked at the class president, those white teeth bared just before...
"I'd really appreciate it, Ms. Class President Chione, if you could point me in the direction of some of that. Especially if you're involved. Clearly, you're not the prim and proper little head bitch I thought I'd be seeing."
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Ana wasn't sure what kind of little kissass nerd she was expecting to show her around, but it certainly wasn't what she got. She didn't turn around just yet, expecting nothing of interest to be joining them. Instead, Anastasia stared at the wall, lazily flicking through her favourite playlist until she heard the voice that came out behind her. Still seated, Ana was intrigued enough just by the timbre of the girl's voice only to be caught entirely by surprise.
Eyes widened for a moment, her gaze first meeting the student eyes, a striking blue that fascinated the troublemaker. Then, she followed the plane of Chione's face before stifling a nod of approval at her attire. Knowing her recent luck, if her accommodations were found to be too entrancing... they'd be changed. No, she was perfectly content to take what was offered to her. A pretty veteran student showing her around? By the look of her, she definitely wasn't some dweeb. No, she held an air of popularity, of confidence and more importantly, style. While Ana didn't give a fuck about what some strangers thought of her...
She understood.
This is my lot, like it or not. Sinking my teeth into this one will make my life easier.
Chione Isazari... She had an interesting name, far more exotic and lovely than Ana's own given names. But, the name someone else chose was hardly a hallmark of quality. The singer thought of her own, almost rolling her eyes as she noticed something peculiar. A student of the arts, Ana was well aware of the means by which people stretched their vocal cords. This girl was forcing herself. It seemed she didn't want to be there.
That makes both of us, she mused just as she nodded, a graceful shift lifting her up from her chair. She slung her purse over her shoulder and followed the class president out of the office. A bit of distance put between the two of them and the staff and immediately, she heard Chione's voice drop.
"Ugh. That was painful..."
You don't know the half of it.
Chione seemed more chipper once they were separated, and Ana felt the quirk of her lips tug a smile from the bitter young woman just as Chione made her best guess as to what brought her into this cozy, isolated, and boy-free section of the world. It might've been a good guess for someone else, but... Ana didn't really swing that way. An eye for the fairer sex, as more time passed with just the two of them, Ana was becoming more and more aware of just how many of her boxes Chione ticked.
"Oh, no. Nothing like that. I'm a perfect little angel. Never get in trouble because of boys," she added, fluttering her eyes sarcastically before she answered,
"I might not look it, but I was quite the little thief where I lived. I got a bit too drunk, and a tinge too greedy. Ended up tripping an alarm and got my ass hauled to jail. Folks ransomed my bail against the condition of coming here," she said. In any other circumstance, she might've been proud of herself. She'd nearly gotten away with everything, if the alarm hadn't been silent. She dallied along for too long and got swiped up by the police. She narrowed her gaze for a moment as they switched direction and Chione peeled the sweater from her shoulders.
Well, fuck me.
Chione was hot. Clearly, she knew it, too. But, that sweater obviously did its job in covering her up because she hadn't been anywhere near as enraptured as she was afterwards. More than a little curious about her tour guide, Anastasia felt the salacious thoughts cloud her judgment and add colour to her expression, her gaze glossed over in a moment of weakness until...
"What kind of stuff are you into?"
The rest before it went in one ear and out the other. All of this was on a map, or like the girl mentioned, in the handbook. Anastasia figured that the class president was assigned to her specifically to keep her out of trouble... but she seemed just the right sort of lady to put her in it to begin with. Ana felt her lips stretch into a smile as she mulled over Chione's question.
"When I'm not getting thrown in jail, I live for a bit of music. I play a couple instruments, but mostly, I sing. Going past that... I'm into anything that brings a bit of excitement into my life, Chi baby."
She winked at the class president, those white teeth bared just before...
"I'd really appreciate it, Ms. Class President Chione, if you could point me in the direction of some of that. Especially if you're involved. Clearly, you're not the prim and proper little head bitch I thought I'd be seeing."
Ana wasn't sure what kind of little kissass nerd she was expecting to show her around, but it certainly wasn't what she got. She didn't turn around just yet, expecting nothing of interest to be joining them. Instead, Anastasia stared at the wall, lazily flicking through her favourite playlist until she heard the voice that came out behind her. Still seated, Ana was intrigued enough just by the timbre of the girl's voice only to be caught entirely by surprise.
Eyes widened for a moment, her gaze first meeting the student eyes, a striking blue that fascinated the troublemaker. Then, she followed the plane of Chione's face before stifling a nod of approval at her attire. Knowing her recent luck, if her accommodations were found to be too entrancing... they'd be changed. No, she was perfectly content to take what was offered to her. A pretty veteran student showing her around? By the look of her, she definitely wasn't some dweeb. No, she held an air of popularity, of confidence and more importantly, style. While Ana didn't give a fuck about what some strangers thought of her...
She understood.
This is my lot, like it or not. Sinking my teeth into this one will make my life easier.
Chione Isazari... She had an interesting name, far more exotic and lovely than Ana's own given names. But, the name someone else chose was hardly a hallmark of quality. The singer thought of her own, almost rolling her eyes as she noticed something peculiar. A student of the arts, Ana was well aware of the means by which people stretched their vocal cords. This girl was forcing herself. It seemed she didn't want to be there.
That makes both of us, she mused just as she nodded, a graceful shift lifting her up from her chair. She slung her purse over her shoulder and followed the class president out of the office. A bit of distance put between the two of them and the staff and immediately, she heard Chione's voice drop.
"Ugh. That was painful..."
You don't know the half of it.
Chione seemed more chipper once they were separated, and Ana felt the quirk of her lips tug a smile from the bitter young woman just as Chione made her best guess as to what brought her into this cozy, isolated, and boy-free section of the world. It might've been a good guess for someone else, but... Ana didn't really swing that way. An eye for the fairer sex, as more time passed with just the two of them, Ana was becoming more and more aware of just how many of her boxes Chione ticked.
"Oh, no. Nothing like that. I'm a perfect little angel. Never get in trouble because of boys," she added, fluttering her eyes sarcastically before she answered,
"I might not look it, but I was quite the little thief where I lived. I got a bit too drunk, and a tinge too greedy. Ended up tripping an alarm and got my ass hauled to jail. Folks ransomed my bail against the condition of coming here," she said. In any other circumstance, she might've been proud of herself. She'd nearly gotten away with everything, if the alarm hadn't been silent. She dallied along for too long and got swiped up by the police. She narrowed her gaze for a moment as they switched direction and Chione peeled the sweater from her shoulders.
Well, fuck me.
Chione was hot. Clearly, she knew it, too. But, that sweater obviously did its job in covering her up because she hadn't been anywhere near as enraptured as she was afterwards. More than a little curious about her tour guide, Anastasia felt the salacious thoughts cloud her judgment and add colour to her expression, her gaze glossed over in a moment of weakness until...
"What kind of stuff are you into?"
The rest before it went in one ear and out the other. All of this was on a map, or like the girl mentioned, in the handbook. Anastasia figured that the class president was assigned to her specifically to keep her out of trouble... but she seemed just the right sort of lady to put her in it to begin with. Ana felt her lips stretch into a smile as she mulled over Chione's question.
"When I'm not getting thrown in jail, I live for a bit of music. I play a couple instruments, but mostly, I sing. Going past that... I'm into anything that brings a bit of excitement into my life, Chi baby."
She winked at the class president, those white teeth bared just before...
"I'd really appreciate it, Ms. Class President Chione, if you could point me in the direction of some of that. Especially if you're involved. Clearly, you're not the prim and proper little head bitch I thought I'd be seeing."
Chione wasn’t oblivious to the surprise the newbie felt upon seeing her. She’d probably been expecting some dork with glasses, acne and bad hair. The sort that was beloved by teachers because they were so proper and obnoxious that no one else wanted to be near of them. They certainly existed, but Chione had the sort of charm that worked on teachers and students alike. If someone didn’t love her, it was because they wanted to be her.
She wondered which category this new girl would fall into. Only time would tell.
Fortunately, it seemed they were on the same page about wanting a quick exit from the dean’s office. She made her guess but it seemed she was off base for once. The girl’s answer made her laugh though. “Oh yes, everything about you just screams innocence.” Maybe the trouble wasn’t boys, but Chione knew trouble when she saw it. And this girl had trouble written all over her.
“Aaah...” she said with a slow nod at the explanation that followed. Chi had never been much of one for shoplifting, but there wasn’t anything she couldn’t afford either. She definitely understood wanting things she couldn’t have. Sure, most the other girls at the school came from money, but most didn’t have parents who gave them unlimited funds either. Chione was just lucky that way. Of course, that sort of generosity came with strings...
Look but don’t touch. That was the policy she had to follow.
For that reason, it was for the best that she was entirely unaware of the effect her revealing attire was having upon the girl beside her. Of course, she was used to having eyes on her. She didn’t dress the way she did to be ignored. Her teasing made Chione laugh, even as she felt her face grow a little warm. Oh yes, this one was trouble alright. “Oh is that so?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t worry, it’s not so bad as the brochure makes it sound. You just gotta know the right people and be able to keep up,” she continued with a shrug before grinning at her. “But I am the Queen of Excitement, so play your cards right and you might get lucky.”
She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a small giggle at that. “So, Calliope was it? Can I call you Callie? Seems only fair you get a nickname too.”
Chione pursed her lips as she pondered for a moment. “Impress me, and you might just get a very coveted invite tonight.” She was intrigued, now the new girl just needed to sell her on the idea. After all, she didn’t want to be stuck babysitting some trainwreck. “What do you bring to the party?”
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Chione wasn’t oblivious to the surprise the newbie felt upon seeing her. She’d probably been expecting some dork with glasses, acne and bad hair. The sort that was beloved by teachers because they were so proper and obnoxious that no one else wanted to be near of them. They certainly existed, but Chione had the sort of charm that worked on teachers and students alike. If someone didn’t love her, it was because they wanted to be her.
She wondered which category this new girl would fall into. Only time would tell.
Fortunately, it seemed they were on the same page about wanting a quick exit from the dean’s office. She made her guess but it seemed she was off base for once. The girl’s answer made her laugh though. “Oh yes, everything about you just screams innocence.” Maybe the trouble wasn’t boys, but Chione knew trouble when she saw it. And this girl had trouble written all over her.
“Aaah...” she said with a slow nod at the explanation that followed. Chi had never been much of one for shoplifting, but there wasn’t anything she couldn’t afford either. She definitely understood wanting things she couldn’t have. Sure, most the other girls at the school came from money, but most didn’t have parents who gave them unlimited funds either. Chione was just lucky that way. Of course, that sort of generosity came with strings...
Look but don’t touch. That was the policy she had to follow.
For that reason, it was for the best that she was entirely unaware of the effect her revealing attire was having upon the girl beside her. Of course, she was used to having eyes on her. She didn’t dress the way she did to be ignored. Her teasing made Chione laugh, even as she felt her face grow a little warm. Oh yes, this one was trouble alright. “Oh is that so?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t worry, it’s not so bad as the brochure makes it sound. You just gotta know the right people and be able to keep up,” she continued with a shrug before grinning at her. “But I am the Queen of Excitement, so play your cards right and you might get lucky.”
She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a small giggle at that. “So, Calliope was it? Can I call you Callie? Seems only fair you get a nickname too.”
Chione pursed her lips as she pondered for a moment. “Impress me, and you might just get a very coveted invite tonight.” She was intrigued, now the new girl just needed to sell her on the idea. After all, she didn’t want to be stuck babysitting some trainwreck. “What do you bring to the party?”
Chione wasn’t oblivious to the surprise the newbie felt upon seeing her. She’d probably been expecting some dork with glasses, acne and bad hair. The sort that was beloved by teachers because they were so proper and obnoxious that no one else wanted to be near of them. They certainly existed, but Chione had the sort of charm that worked on teachers and students alike. If someone didn’t love her, it was because they wanted to be her.
She wondered which category this new girl would fall into. Only time would tell.
Fortunately, it seemed they were on the same page about wanting a quick exit from the dean’s office. She made her guess but it seemed she was off base for once. The girl’s answer made her laugh though. “Oh yes, everything about you just screams innocence.” Maybe the trouble wasn’t boys, but Chione knew trouble when she saw it. And this girl had trouble written all over her.
“Aaah...” she said with a slow nod at the explanation that followed. Chi had never been much of one for shoplifting, but there wasn’t anything she couldn’t afford either. She definitely understood wanting things she couldn’t have. Sure, most the other girls at the school came from money, but most didn’t have parents who gave them unlimited funds either. Chione was just lucky that way. Of course, that sort of generosity came with strings...
Look but don’t touch. That was the policy she had to follow.
For that reason, it was for the best that she was entirely unaware of the effect her revealing attire was having upon the girl beside her. Of course, she was used to having eyes on her. She didn’t dress the way she did to be ignored. Her teasing made Chione laugh, even as she felt her face grow a little warm. Oh yes, this one was trouble alright. “Oh is that so?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t worry, it’s not so bad as the brochure makes it sound. You just gotta know the right people and be able to keep up,” she continued with a shrug before grinning at her. “But I am the Queen of Excitement, so play your cards right and you might get lucky.”
She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a small giggle at that. “So, Calliope was it? Can I call you Callie? Seems only fair you get a nickname too.”
Chione pursed her lips as she pondered for a moment. “Impress me, and you might just get a very coveted invite tonight.” She was intrigued, now the new girl just needed to sell her on the idea. After all, she didn’t want to be stuck babysitting some trainwreck. “What do you bring to the party?”
Anastasia was so sorely tempted to throw a mocking pout in Chione's direction as her little ploy was picked apart by her new hostess. It was fun, having this little back and forth with a perfect stranger. The first hint of anything amusing or even remotely interesting since she'd gotten on the plane. Or, if she really thought about it, since she'd been thrust into the cop car and hauled off to that jail cell. Everything else seemed dull, the colour and music that she craved almost above all else nowhere to be found.
Then, Chione let out that sound, one that spoke of an unbidden disappointment. It seemed, more than anything else, borne out of ignorance. Chione's imagination must've taken her to the logical destination. Shoplifting was an easy game, and far too low in reward. Ana didn't consider herself intelligent enough for cyber theft and besides, that wouldn't give her that same intoxicating thrill. But, for now, there wasn't really a reason for her to correct the girl. Instead, Anastasia settled her attention on Chione's features, noticing that faint flush against her bronzed flesh.
There it is. Ana held back the grin of satisfaction as Chione moved on rather easily. It was fun seeing someone possessed of enough self-control to just brush her little teasing game aside. Not entirely immune to it, however, kept the intrigue in it all. If Anastasia had any inclination to stop, it certainly didn't cross her mind now.
"But, I am the Queen of Excitement."
Oooooh, I love that.
Confidence and poise exuded from Ms. Chione Isazari, an incredibly potent combination especially when she dressed the way she did. If Ana was inclined to guess, she'd muster that this woman was a man-eater, having her little playthings throughout the campus ready at a moment's notice to do her bidding. It was a heady thing, to have her attention, even if it was required of her. She nodded at the last bit, up until the singer shook her head,
"No, please. Only the worst kind of people call me Calliope. It's the name my folks gave me. In my business, Chi baby, we make our own names. Call me Anastasia. Or, just Ana."
She offered an easy smile before she skipped ahead of her hostess. The performer had her earbuds on still, though the music was muted before they'd gone too far from the office. Chione had her full attention, a rarity in the middle of the day. Once Chione urged her to impress her, Ana was further intrigued. Stuck between wanting to see more of that flush on her face and being curious on how exactly to do that... She went on the attack.
She circled behind Chione, snaking her arms about the taller woman's shoulders, standing on her toes until her lips pressed just shy of her earlobe. That whisper poured into her ear as she asked,
"I bring a little bit of everything. I'm not afraid, your majesty, to put myself entirely out there. Whether it's on a stage..." Her fingertips trailed delicately along either collarbone, encapsulating the class president's shoulders before she let go of her.
"Or the floor... Or a bed. Everyone who gets a glimpse of Anastasia leaves seeing a piece of her soul, too."
There was a quiet reverie in Ana's heart, the premise of possibly getting herself into something... other. Something exciting. She'd been to parties all over her home town and beyond on short tours with her band. But, now? She had nobody. All alone, it was up to her ability to enrapture this one girl to find some kind of place in this new world.
"Is that enough for you?"
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Anastasia was so sorely tempted to throw a mocking pout in Chione's direction as her little ploy was picked apart by her new hostess. It was fun, having this little back and forth with a perfect stranger. The first hint of anything amusing or even remotely interesting since she'd gotten on the plane. Or, if she really thought about it, since she'd been thrust into the cop car and hauled off to that jail cell. Everything else seemed dull, the colour and music that she craved almost above all else nowhere to be found.
Then, Chione let out that sound, one that spoke of an unbidden disappointment. It seemed, more than anything else, borne out of ignorance. Chione's imagination must've taken her to the logical destination. Shoplifting was an easy game, and far too low in reward. Ana didn't consider herself intelligent enough for cyber theft and besides, that wouldn't give her that same intoxicating thrill. But, for now, there wasn't really a reason for her to correct the girl. Instead, Anastasia settled her attention on Chione's features, noticing that faint flush against her bronzed flesh.
There it is. Ana held back the grin of satisfaction as Chione moved on rather easily. It was fun seeing someone possessed of enough self-control to just brush her little teasing game aside. Not entirely immune to it, however, kept the intrigue in it all. If Anastasia had any inclination to stop, it certainly didn't cross her mind now.
"But, I am the Queen of Excitement."
Oooooh, I love that.
Confidence and poise exuded from Ms. Chione Isazari, an incredibly potent combination especially when she dressed the way she did. If Ana was inclined to guess, she'd muster that this woman was a man-eater, having her little playthings throughout the campus ready at a moment's notice to do her bidding. It was a heady thing, to have her attention, even if it was required of her. She nodded at the last bit, up until the singer shook her head,
"No, please. Only the worst kind of people call me Calliope. It's the name my folks gave me. In my business, Chi baby, we make our own names. Call me Anastasia. Or, just Ana."
She offered an easy smile before she skipped ahead of her hostess. The performer had her earbuds on still, though the music was muted before they'd gone too far from the office. Chione had her full attention, a rarity in the middle of the day. Once Chione urged her to impress her, Ana was further intrigued. Stuck between wanting to see more of that flush on her face and being curious on how exactly to do that... She went on the attack.
She circled behind Chione, snaking her arms about the taller woman's shoulders, standing on her toes until her lips pressed just shy of her earlobe. That whisper poured into her ear as she asked,
"I bring a little bit of everything. I'm not afraid, your majesty, to put myself entirely out there. Whether it's on a stage..." Her fingertips trailed delicately along either collarbone, encapsulating the class president's shoulders before she let go of her.
"Or the floor... Or a bed. Everyone who gets a glimpse of Anastasia leaves seeing a piece of her soul, too."
There was a quiet reverie in Ana's heart, the premise of possibly getting herself into something... other. Something exciting. She'd been to parties all over her home town and beyond on short tours with her band. But, now? She had nobody. All alone, it was up to her ability to enrapture this one girl to find some kind of place in this new world.
"Is that enough for you?"
Anastasia was so sorely tempted to throw a mocking pout in Chione's direction as her little ploy was picked apart by her new hostess. It was fun, having this little back and forth with a perfect stranger. The first hint of anything amusing or even remotely interesting since she'd gotten on the plane. Or, if she really thought about it, since she'd been thrust into the cop car and hauled off to that jail cell. Everything else seemed dull, the colour and music that she craved almost above all else nowhere to be found.
Then, Chione let out that sound, one that spoke of an unbidden disappointment. It seemed, more than anything else, borne out of ignorance. Chione's imagination must've taken her to the logical destination. Shoplifting was an easy game, and far too low in reward. Ana didn't consider herself intelligent enough for cyber theft and besides, that wouldn't give her that same intoxicating thrill. But, for now, there wasn't really a reason for her to correct the girl. Instead, Anastasia settled her attention on Chione's features, noticing that faint flush against her bronzed flesh.
There it is. Ana held back the grin of satisfaction as Chione moved on rather easily. It was fun seeing someone possessed of enough self-control to just brush her little teasing game aside. Not entirely immune to it, however, kept the intrigue in it all. If Anastasia had any inclination to stop, it certainly didn't cross her mind now.
"But, I am the Queen of Excitement."
Oooooh, I love that.
Confidence and poise exuded from Ms. Chione Isazari, an incredibly potent combination especially when she dressed the way she did. If Ana was inclined to guess, she'd muster that this woman was a man-eater, having her little playthings throughout the campus ready at a moment's notice to do her bidding. It was a heady thing, to have her attention, even if it was required of her. She nodded at the last bit, up until the singer shook her head,
"No, please. Only the worst kind of people call me Calliope. It's the name my folks gave me. In my business, Chi baby, we make our own names. Call me Anastasia. Or, just Ana."
She offered an easy smile before she skipped ahead of her hostess. The performer had her earbuds on still, though the music was muted before they'd gone too far from the office. Chione had her full attention, a rarity in the middle of the day. Once Chione urged her to impress her, Ana was further intrigued. Stuck between wanting to see more of that flush on her face and being curious on how exactly to do that... She went on the attack.
She circled behind Chione, snaking her arms about the taller woman's shoulders, standing on her toes until her lips pressed just shy of her earlobe. That whisper poured into her ear as she asked,
"I bring a little bit of everything. I'm not afraid, your majesty, to put myself entirely out there. Whether it's on a stage..." Her fingertips trailed delicately along either collarbone, encapsulating the class president's shoulders before she let go of her.
"Or the floor... Or a bed. Everyone who gets a glimpse of Anastasia leaves seeing a piece of her soul, too."
There was a quiet reverie in Ana's heart, the premise of possibly getting herself into something... other. Something exciting. She'd been to parties all over her home town and beyond on short tours with her band. But, now? She had nobody. All alone, it was up to her ability to enrapture this one girl to find some kind of place in this new world.
"Is that enough for you?"
Chione glanced back at the new girl as she proclaimed it wasn’t her name. She raised an eyebrow at the casual way she said ‘Chi baby’ as if they had known each other for ages. Yet... she didn’t hate the sound of it. Weird as that was. Perhaps this girl could be worthy of her inner circle. Though she would have to prove herself first of course. Chione didn’t associate with just anyone after all, and loyalty was everything.
“Alright then, Ana,” she echoed, watching as the slim girl skipped ahead. Something about this newcomer just filled her with curiosity. “So why Anastasia?” she asked after a pause. All she could think of was the legend of the lost Russian princess, and the kids movie they’d made about it. Somehow she doubted that was her logic though. She didn’t seem like the sort to choose anything so obvious.
Ana circled around behind the queen bee. Chione could only wonder what she had in mind, pausing slightly in her steps. It seemed that fed right into the smaller girl’s plans as she wrapped her arms around the student president, lifting up to whisper in her ear. She inhaled sharply, teeth scraping over her lower lip as she felt the slim girl press against her back. Oh yes, this one was certainly trouble.
She couldn’t fight the shiver that moved through her as those delicate fingers moved over her collarbone, promising quite a bit with her words. Fuck. She should walk away right now. Should keep this temptation far away. And yet... Chione had a way of playing with fire, gravitating to all the things she should avoid like a moth to flame. “Is that so?” she purred.
“Consider my interest caught. Now we’ll see if you can follow through.”
She should leave it at that. Being alone with her for much longer was begging for trouble. Just say she’d text her the details and see her tonight. It would be that simple. Instead... “We should go back to your dorm. Make sure you have something appropriate to wear. If we need to head by my house, better to know now. I can’t have you making me look bad.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she stepped forward with purpose, trying to pretend herself invulnerable to the little tease behind her.
“Don’t think it’ll be easy. You’ll have to earn your place, just like everyone else did.” Maybe with an extra challenge or two thrown in just to make sure she was worth the risk. There was something about this one that she just couldn’t shake. “So, other than exposing yourself to others,” she began with a teasing grin, “what do you call a good time? What’s your poison?”
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Chione glanced back at the new girl as she proclaimed it wasn’t her name. She raised an eyebrow at the casual way she said ‘Chi baby’ as if they had known each other for ages. Yet... she didn’t hate the sound of it. Weird as that was. Perhaps this girl could be worthy of her inner circle. Though she would have to prove herself first of course. Chione didn’t associate with just anyone after all, and loyalty was everything.
“Alright then, Ana,” she echoed, watching as the slim girl skipped ahead. Something about this newcomer just filled her with curiosity. “So why Anastasia?” she asked after a pause. All she could think of was the legend of the lost Russian princess, and the kids movie they’d made about it. Somehow she doubted that was her logic though. She didn’t seem like the sort to choose anything so obvious.
Ana circled around behind the queen bee. Chione could only wonder what she had in mind, pausing slightly in her steps. It seemed that fed right into the smaller girl’s plans as she wrapped her arms around the student president, lifting up to whisper in her ear. She inhaled sharply, teeth scraping over her lower lip as she felt the slim girl press against her back. Oh yes, this one was certainly trouble.
She couldn’t fight the shiver that moved through her as those delicate fingers moved over her collarbone, promising quite a bit with her words. Fuck. She should walk away right now. Should keep this temptation far away. And yet... Chione had a way of playing with fire, gravitating to all the things she should avoid like a moth to flame. “Is that so?” she purred.
“Consider my interest caught. Now we’ll see if you can follow through.”
She should leave it at that. Being alone with her for much longer was begging for trouble. Just say she’d text her the details and see her tonight. It would be that simple. Instead... “We should go back to your dorm. Make sure you have something appropriate to wear. If we need to head by my house, better to know now. I can’t have you making me look bad.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she stepped forward with purpose, trying to pretend herself invulnerable to the little tease behind her.
“Don’t think it’ll be easy. You’ll have to earn your place, just like everyone else did.” Maybe with an extra challenge or two thrown in just to make sure she was worth the risk. There was something about this one that she just couldn’t shake. “So, other than exposing yourself to others,” she began with a teasing grin, “what do you call a good time? What’s your poison?”
Chione glanced back at the new girl as she proclaimed it wasn’t her name. She raised an eyebrow at the casual way she said ‘Chi baby’ as if they had known each other for ages. Yet... she didn’t hate the sound of it. Weird as that was. Perhaps this girl could be worthy of her inner circle. Though she would have to prove herself first of course. Chione didn’t associate with just anyone after all, and loyalty was everything.
“Alright then, Ana,” she echoed, watching as the slim girl skipped ahead. Something about this newcomer just filled her with curiosity. “So why Anastasia?” she asked after a pause. All she could think of was the legend of the lost Russian princess, and the kids movie they’d made about it. Somehow she doubted that was her logic though. She didn’t seem like the sort to choose anything so obvious.
Ana circled around behind the queen bee. Chione could only wonder what she had in mind, pausing slightly in her steps. It seemed that fed right into the smaller girl’s plans as she wrapped her arms around the student president, lifting up to whisper in her ear. She inhaled sharply, teeth scraping over her lower lip as she felt the slim girl press against her back. Oh yes, this one was certainly trouble.
She couldn’t fight the shiver that moved through her as those delicate fingers moved over her collarbone, promising quite a bit with her words. Fuck. She should walk away right now. Should keep this temptation far away. And yet... Chione had a way of playing with fire, gravitating to all the things she should avoid like a moth to flame. “Is that so?” she purred.
“Consider my interest caught. Now we’ll see if you can follow through.”
She should leave it at that. Being alone with her for much longer was begging for trouble. Just say she’d text her the details and see her tonight. It would be that simple. Instead... “We should go back to your dorm. Make sure you have something appropriate to wear. If we need to head by my house, better to know now. I can’t have you making me look bad.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she stepped forward with purpose, trying to pretend herself invulnerable to the little tease behind her.
“Don’t think it’ll be easy. You’ll have to earn your place, just like everyone else did.” Maybe with an extra challenge or two thrown in just to make sure she was worth the risk. There was something about this one that she just couldn’t shake. “So, other than exposing yourself to others,” she began with a teasing grin, “what do you call a good time? What’s your poison?”
"So why Anastasia?"
It was a really good question, but one not often asked of her. She found her lips curving in an easy smile, wondering where the woman's head went with it. She wouldn't ask, rather, but answer.
"It was Greek before it was a kid's movie. It meant resurrection in the olden day. And I'm a phoenix, baby."
The easy tease mingled with her explanation, coincided with her motions as she heard that delicious lilt enter Chione's tone. She lived for this little dance. Perhaps a little too forward for her own good, Ana considered herself a girl with exquisite tastes. There were red danger flags sticking out of Chi in every direction. She couldn't help but bite down on her lip when the other expressed her interest was caught.
Follow through, huh? I can do that.
She wanted it. All of her interest, every little bit of attention she can coax out of this babe that crashed into her life. It would be so easy for Chione to just leave her at this. Their little tour was almost over. She could find her dorm from here and meet up later. But, Ana had been issued a direct challenge, one that she wouldn't back down from. On the verge of suggesting the same thing with a different excuse reason, it seemed that Chione beat her to it. And her reason was so much cleverer than hers. Features burned with a faint flush at being so in sync with someone... it was dangerous.
Ana was looking for friends. She always did, but the way the blood boiled in her veins wouldn't allow it. Challenged, again and again, Chione's interest caught in Ana's throat, her lips dried until her tongue darted along them to douse them. By the sound of it, Chi baby had her own place, off campus. She vied for that kind of luxury, well tended to at home but not given the world. Now? She was locked away like fucking Rapunzel in a tower. Chi baby could very well prove to be her Flynn Rider without meaning it.
She tossed up her hair, proved her power over other people. Certainly, everyone hailed this girl like a queen and she knew it. And Ana herself might've bent the knee, but... she didn't want to be a subject.
"Oh, me?" she began, just as Ana swiped the keycard, letting her into a handsome common area. There were a few other voices there, but at the moment, Ana only had her eye on Chi. Fascinated, Ana's gaze was transfixed, when it wasn't watching where she was going. She raised her fingers to her lips as they passed through and went up the stairs. Once the voices dwindled sway with distance, Ana let herself turn. They found their way to the first turn on the staircase and Ana stopped so that the shorter girl caught her tour guide's gaze.
"Exposing myself? Pleaaaase. It's called good press and it's exhilarating. I like to dance, Chi baby. I love to sing. Oh, and like I said, I'm a criminal."
Her voice dipped for just a moment. She still held that grudge. She'd spoken to Avi just last night, but not seeing her today was... tough.
"My band, too. They were cool. Anyway," she said, taking the woman's hand and leading her up the stairs and over towards her dorm room. Fiddling with her key, the door swung open and she led Chi into the private dorm she had.
"I expected a roommate. I guess this place isn't for peasants," she teased before turning to face Chi once again. Hands laid claim to hers, fingertips dancing along her palm before leading a gentle path along her wrists. Slowly, she guided them towards her close, where she'd hung up all her clothes the night before. Her first real day here, and she was already bringing a girl into her room. The door click shut behind them.
Go Ana, she chided herself. Obviously, she was all kinds of on the right start. But, she loved it. Every second of it she felt the adrenaline kick and it was culminating to a point. Her sordid thought of home did little to detract from just how... curious she was.
Ana pushed forward so that their chests were on the verge of touching. Fingers danced along Chi's shoulder before she met the crown of her own head with that hand. Measuring the placement of her hand with Chi, she seemed almost half a head taller than her.
"As much as I'd love to raid your bedroom, I don't think that'll fly. You're too tall. But..."
Fingertips danced along Chione's collarbone, her head tipped upwards. She took a quiet breath, close enough to draw the perfume Chione wore. Candid intrigue settled upon her features as she added,
"I'm into that."
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"So why Anastasia?"
It was a really good question, but one not often asked of her. She found her lips curving in an easy smile, wondering where the woman's head went with it. She wouldn't ask, rather, but answer.
"It was Greek before it was a kid's movie. It meant resurrection in the olden day. And I'm a phoenix, baby."
The easy tease mingled with her explanation, coincided with her motions as she heard that delicious lilt enter Chione's tone. She lived for this little dance. Perhaps a little too forward for her own good, Ana considered herself a girl with exquisite tastes. There were red danger flags sticking out of Chi in every direction. She couldn't help but bite down on her lip when the other expressed her interest was caught.
Follow through, huh? I can do that.
She wanted it. All of her interest, every little bit of attention she can coax out of this babe that crashed into her life. It would be so easy for Chione to just leave her at this. Their little tour was almost over. She could find her dorm from here and meet up later. But, Ana had been issued a direct challenge, one that she wouldn't back down from. On the verge of suggesting the same thing with a different excuse reason, it seemed that Chione beat her to it. And her reason was so much cleverer than hers. Features burned with a faint flush at being so in sync with someone... it was dangerous.
Ana was looking for friends. She always did, but the way the blood boiled in her veins wouldn't allow it. Challenged, again and again, Chione's interest caught in Ana's throat, her lips dried until her tongue darted along them to douse them. By the sound of it, Chi baby had her own place, off campus. She vied for that kind of luxury, well tended to at home but not given the world. Now? She was locked away like fucking Rapunzel in a tower. Chi baby could very well prove to be her Flynn Rider without meaning it.
She tossed up her hair, proved her power over other people. Certainly, everyone hailed this girl like a queen and she knew it. And Ana herself might've bent the knee, but... she didn't want to be a subject.
"Oh, me?" she began, just as Ana swiped the keycard, letting her into a handsome common area. There were a few other voices there, but at the moment, Ana only had her eye on Chi. Fascinated, Ana's gaze was transfixed, when it wasn't watching where she was going. She raised her fingers to her lips as they passed through and went up the stairs. Once the voices dwindled sway with distance, Ana let herself turn. They found their way to the first turn on the staircase and Ana stopped so that the shorter girl caught her tour guide's gaze.
"Exposing myself? Pleaaaase. It's called good press and it's exhilarating. I like to dance, Chi baby. I love to sing. Oh, and like I said, I'm a criminal."
Her voice dipped for just a moment. She still held that grudge. She'd spoken to Avi just last night, but not seeing her today was... tough.
"My band, too. They were cool. Anyway," she said, taking the woman's hand and leading her up the stairs and over towards her dorm room. Fiddling with her key, the door swung open and she led Chi into the private dorm she had.
"I expected a roommate. I guess this place isn't for peasants," she teased before turning to face Chi once again. Hands laid claim to hers, fingertips dancing along her palm before leading a gentle path along her wrists. Slowly, she guided them towards her close, where she'd hung up all her clothes the night before. Her first real day here, and she was already bringing a girl into her room. The door click shut behind them.
Go Ana, she chided herself. Obviously, she was all kinds of on the right start. But, she loved it. Every second of it she felt the adrenaline kick and it was culminating to a point. Her sordid thought of home did little to detract from just how... curious she was.
Ana pushed forward so that their chests were on the verge of touching. Fingers danced along Chi's shoulder before she met the crown of her own head with that hand. Measuring the placement of her hand with Chi, she seemed almost half a head taller than her.
"As much as I'd love to raid your bedroom, I don't think that'll fly. You're too tall. But..."
Fingertips danced along Chione's collarbone, her head tipped upwards. She took a quiet breath, close enough to draw the perfume Chione wore. Candid intrigue settled upon her features as she added,
"I'm into that."
"So why Anastasia?"
It was a really good question, but one not often asked of her. She found her lips curving in an easy smile, wondering where the woman's head went with it. She wouldn't ask, rather, but answer.
"It was Greek before it was a kid's movie. It meant resurrection in the olden day. And I'm a phoenix, baby."
The easy tease mingled with her explanation, coincided with her motions as she heard that delicious lilt enter Chione's tone. She lived for this little dance. Perhaps a little too forward for her own good, Ana considered herself a girl with exquisite tastes. There were red danger flags sticking out of Chi in every direction. She couldn't help but bite down on her lip when the other expressed her interest was caught.
Follow through, huh? I can do that.
She wanted it. All of her interest, every little bit of attention she can coax out of this babe that crashed into her life. It would be so easy for Chione to just leave her at this. Their little tour was almost over. She could find her dorm from here and meet up later. But, Ana had been issued a direct challenge, one that she wouldn't back down from. On the verge of suggesting the same thing with a different excuse reason, it seemed that Chione beat her to it. And her reason was so much cleverer than hers. Features burned with a faint flush at being so in sync with someone... it was dangerous.
Ana was looking for friends. She always did, but the way the blood boiled in her veins wouldn't allow it. Challenged, again and again, Chione's interest caught in Ana's throat, her lips dried until her tongue darted along them to douse them. By the sound of it, Chi baby had her own place, off campus. She vied for that kind of luxury, well tended to at home but not given the world. Now? She was locked away like fucking Rapunzel in a tower. Chi baby could very well prove to be her Flynn Rider without meaning it.
She tossed up her hair, proved her power over other people. Certainly, everyone hailed this girl like a queen and she knew it. And Ana herself might've bent the knee, but... she didn't want to be a subject.
"Oh, me?" she began, just as Ana swiped the keycard, letting her into a handsome common area. There were a few other voices there, but at the moment, Ana only had her eye on Chi. Fascinated, Ana's gaze was transfixed, when it wasn't watching where she was going. She raised her fingers to her lips as they passed through and went up the stairs. Once the voices dwindled sway with distance, Ana let herself turn. They found their way to the first turn on the staircase and Ana stopped so that the shorter girl caught her tour guide's gaze.
"Exposing myself? Pleaaaase. It's called good press and it's exhilarating. I like to dance, Chi baby. I love to sing. Oh, and like I said, I'm a criminal."
Her voice dipped for just a moment. She still held that grudge. She'd spoken to Avi just last night, but not seeing her today was... tough.
"My band, too. They were cool. Anyway," she said, taking the woman's hand and leading her up the stairs and over towards her dorm room. Fiddling with her key, the door swung open and she led Chi into the private dorm she had.
"I expected a roommate. I guess this place isn't for peasants," she teased before turning to face Chi once again. Hands laid claim to hers, fingertips dancing along her palm before leading a gentle path along her wrists. Slowly, she guided them towards her close, where she'd hung up all her clothes the night before. Her first real day here, and she was already bringing a girl into her room. The door click shut behind them.
Go Ana, she chided herself. Obviously, she was all kinds of on the right start. But, she loved it. Every second of it she felt the adrenaline kick and it was culminating to a point. Her sordid thought of home did little to detract from just how... curious she was.
Ana pushed forward so that their chests were on the verge of touching. Fingers danced along Chi's shoulder before she met the crown of her own head with that hand. Measuring the placement of her hand with Chi, she seemed almost half a head taller than her.
"As much as I'd love to raid your bedroom, I don't think that'll fly. You're too tall. But..."
Fingertips danced along Chione's collarbone, her head tipped upwards. She took a quiet breath, close enough to draw the perfume Chione wore. Candid intrigue settled upon her features as she added,
"I'm into that."
Chione nodded at her answer, a thoughtful expression on her face. Certainly more of what she expected from someone as interesting as this newcomer. “Clever,” she mused softly, considering the implications. It seemed her suggestion was well received, even as she tried to push down this sudden surge of wickedness that the little troublemaker brought out in her. Soon enough, they were heading towards the dorms. While Chione technically had a dorm room, her family had a local home as well, which is where she spent many evenings and almost every weekend. It was just as well. She could only fit a small fraction of her wardrobe in the school closet.
Suddenly she turned towards her, further up the stairs so they were truly eye to eye. Her answer earned a laugh from Chione. “I’ll have to remember that. Maybe I’ll have to demand a performance some time. See just how talented you are for myself.”
Then she was taking the taller woman’s hand, pulling her along to her dorm room. Ironically, her own assigned dorm was just a couple floors higher. Even if it was empty more often than not. It seemed clear that Ana was a very tactile person, judging off how very touchy she seemed to be. Not that Chione was complaining. Though she couldn’t deny how acutely aware she was of the click of the door as it closed behind them. They were truly alone now, which was a whole new level of temptation.
She failed to fight a smirk as Ana pressed forward, measuring herself against the taller girl. “Is that so?” she mused. “But haven’t you noticed just how tiny I like my clothes?” she teased back, leaning forward to drape her arms over the shorter girl’s shoulders, their chests pressing together in a way that nearly made her groan. Somehow, she kept her composure even as she looked down at that far too adorable face. On a whim, she leaned forward even more, turning her head just slightly so lips brushed over her cheek to whisper in her ear instead.
“Time to see if your wardrobe is up to par then troublemaker.”
With that, she pulled back, grinning down at Ana. She withdrew her arms, sliding her hands down Ana’s own slender arms, a thumb just barely grazing the side of her breast. An accident of course. Her hands tightened slightly at her wrists before releasing her entirely before stepping around her entirely. She made her perch on the edge of Ana’s bed, watching her expectantly.
“Do your worst. Let’s see if you can continue to impress me, new girl.”
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Chione nodded at her answer, a thoughtful expression on her face. Certainly more of what she expected from someone as interesting as this newcomer. “Clever,” she mused softly, considering the implications. It seemed her suggestion was well received, even as she tried to push down this sudden surge of wickedness that the little troublemaker brought out in her. Soon enough, they were heading towards the dorms. While Chione technically had a dorm room, her family had a local home as well, which is where she spent many evenings and almost every weekend. It was just as well. She could only fit a small fraction of her wardrobe in the school closet.
Suddenly she turned towards her, further up the stairs so they were truly eye to eye. Her answer earned a laugh from Chione. “I’ll have to remember that. Maybe I’ll have to demand a performance some time. See just how talented you are for myself.”
Then she was taking the taller woman’s hand, pulling her along to her dorm room. Ironically, her own assigned dorm was just a couple floors higher. Even if it was empty more often than not. It seemed clear that Ana was a very tactile person, judging off how very touchy she seemed to be. Not that Chione was complaining. Though she couldn’t deny how acutely aware she was of the click of the door as it closed behind them. They were truly alone now, which was a whole new level of temptation.
She failed to fight a smirk as Ana pressed forward, measuring herself against the taller girl. “Is that so?” she mused. “But haven’t you noticed just how tiny I like my clothes?” she teased back, leaning forward to drape her arms over the shorter girl’s shoulders, their chests pressing together in a way that nearly made her groan. Somehow, she kept her composure even as she looked down at that far too adorable face. On a whim, she leaned forward even more, turning her head just slightly so lips brushed over her cheek to whisper in her ear instead.
“Time to see if your wardrobe is up to par then troublemaker.”
With that, she pulled back, grinning down at Ana. She withdrew her arms, sliding her hands down Ana’s own slender arms, a thumb just barely grazing the side of her breast. An accident of course. Her hands tightened slightly at her wrists before releasing her entirely before stepping around her entirely. She made her perch on the edge of Ana’s bed, watching her expectantly.
“Do your worst. Let’s see if you can continue to impress me, new girl.”
Chione nodded at her answer, a thoughtful expression on her face. Certainly more of what she expected from someone as interesting as this newcomer. “Clever,” she mused softly, considering the implications. It seemed her suggestion was well received, even as she tried to push down this sudden surge of wickedness that the little troublemaker brought out in her. Soon enough, they were heading towards the dorms. While Chione technically had a dorm room, her family had a local home as well, which is where she spent many evenings and almost every weekend. It was just as well. She could only fit a small fraction of her wardrobe in the school closet.
Suddenly she turned towards her, further up the stairs so they were truly eye to eye. Her answer earned a laugh from Chione. “I’ll have to remember that. Maybe I’ll have to demand a performance some time. See just how talented you are for myself.”
Then she was taking the taller woman’s hand, pulling her along to her dorm room. Ironically, her own assigned dorm was just a couple floors higher. Even if it was empty more often than not. It seemed clear that Ana was a very tactile person, judging off how very touchy she seemed to be. Not that Chione was complaining. Though she couldn’t deny how acutely aware she was of the click of the door as it closed behind them. They were truly alone now, which was a whole new level of temptation.
She failed to fight a smirk as Ana pressed forward, measuring herself against the taller girl. “Is that so?” she mused. “But haven’t you noticed just how tiny I like my clothes?” she teased back, leaning forward to drape her arms over the shorter girl’s shoulders, their chests pressing together in a way that nearly made her groan. Somehow, she kept her composure even as she looked down at that far too adorable face. On a whim, she leaned forward even more, turning her head just slightly so lips brushed over her cheek to whisper in her ear instead.
“Time to see if your wardrobe is up to par then troublemaker.”
With that, she pulled back, grinning down at Ana. She withdrew her arms, sliding her hands down Ana’s own slender arms, a thumb just barely grazing the side of her breast. An accident of course. Her hands tightened slightly at her wrists before releasing her entirely before stepping around her entirely. She made her perch on the edge of Ana’s bed, watching her expectantly.
“Do your worst. Let’s see if you can continue to impress me, new girl.”
Ana would remember that.
Chi baby wants a performance?
She'd give her something to see. Performance was liberation, and Anastasia reveled in the spotlight. Chione might've lived in a world where everyone's eyes were on her, but she wondered if she ever experienced that.
Probably for a dance?
She didn't know how prudish this place was to make that determination. Instead of dwelling on it, Ana relished in how Chione went along with her touches, did nothing to stop her from continuing their teasing play all throughout their intoxicating encounter. No longer was Chione 'on the clock', there was nothing required of her and Ana wondered if she noticed a hint of a more relaxed state. She was in her natural habitat most everywhere, but now... there was an entirely different game for them to play.
The door was shut, and on the third floor? They were invisible. Anastasia wanted nothing more than for their game to continue, and Chi put the ball back in her court not once, bu twice as she teased right back. She leaned into Ana's slight chest, the groan that nearly escaped Chione's lips mirrored in the shorter girl. Dark impulses danced at the periphery, the whisper of a groan parting Ana's lips. Then, she went in on her whims, brushing her lips against Ana's cheek.
She hadn't expected that, but she should've.
The sense of control is diminishing...
Their atmosphere was thick with tension as Ana considered Chione. Her breath was slow and deep, pulling in more and more of the woman's scent. Her lips parted for a moment, a familiar curl in her stomach giving her so many dark little fantasies that she closed her eyes so that their visions became more apparent. She went in for the kill, after that. Her touch was feather light along Ana's hands, playing along the sensitive skin of her inner wrist before she pulled away. It was just like the move she'd made outside, but the intimacy of the moment and Chione's warmth against bare skin...
"Close your eyes, then. I wouldn't want you catching an early glimpse and ruining my chances," she teased. Ana turned back towards the closet, regardless of whether Chione obeyed. She pulled the stockings from her legs, wiggled her hips until the skirt fell as well. Button by button, she undid her blouse and threw the vest across the room until she was just in her undergarments. Bending forward, she shifted her hips again, letting her panties fall to the floor before unclasping her bra.
Laid bare before her classmate, she swung her hip once in a slow, playful sway before she took several steps towards the drawer beneath a large mirror. Ana blew a kiss at herself in the mirror, all too aware of the salacious smile settled on her lips. Ana shifted through the drawers as she called back to Chione,
"Just a couple of moments longer... Eyes closed, right?" she said, wiggling her hips once again before she slid herself into what she wanted Chi to see her in. In a couple of easy steps, Anastasia drew closer. Settling herself between the girl's legs, with a fluid motion she brought both hands square against Chione's shoulders. Ana pressed the girl into the bed as she hovered over her. The fabric did not cover her shoulders, but ruffles shrouded her upper arms, woven with a thicker lace that held to the curves of her body while the sheer veil accented her milky skin. A thick string was taut against her hips, with slivers that covered her from being too obscene. Entirely inappropriate, Ana hoped to make her impression.
And to betray her intentions rather than play this long game of cat and mouse.
Lips brushed delicately along Chione's jawline, never quite making full contact, but ghosting against her skin until she met the woman's ear once again.
"You asked for a show, princess. Is it like what you imagined?"
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Ana would remember that.
Chi baby wants a performance?
She'd give her something to see. Performance was liberation, and Anastasia reveled in the spotlight. Chione might've lived in a world where everyone's eyes were on her, but she wondered if she ever experienced that.
Probably for a dance?
She didn't know how prudish this place was to make that determination. Instead of dwelling on it, Ana relished in how Chione went along with her touches, did nothing to stop her from continuing their teasing play all throughout their intoxicating encounter. No longer was Chione 'on the clock', there was nothing required of her and Ana wondered if she noticed a hint of a more relaxed state. She was in her natural habitat most everywhere, but now... there was an entirely different game for them to play.
The door was shut, and on the third floor? They were invisible. Anastasia wanted nothing more than for their game to continue, and Chi put the ball back in her court not once, bu twice as she teased right back. She leaned into Ana's slight chest, the groan that nearly escaped Chione's lips mirrored in the shorter girl. Dark impulses danced at the periphery, the whisper of a groan parting Ana's lips. Then, she went in on her whims, brushing her lips against Ana's cheek.
She hadn't expected that, but she should've.
The sense of control is diminishing...
Their atmosphere was thick with tension as Ana considered Chione. Her breath was slow and deep, pulling in more and more of the woman's scent. Her lips parted for a moment, a familiar curl in her stomach giving her so many dark little fantasies that she closed her eyes so that their visions became more apparent. She went in for the kill, after that. Her touch was feather light along Ana's hands, playing along the sensitive skin of her inner wrist before she pulled away. It was just like the move she'd made outside, but the intimacy of the moment and Chione's warmth against bare skin...
"Close your eyes, then. I wouldn't want you catching an early glimpse and ruining my chances," she teased. Ana turned back towards the closet, regardless of whether Chione obeyed. She pulled the stockings from her legs, wiggled her hips until the skirt fell as well. Button by button, she undid her blouse and threw the vest across the room until she was just in her undergarments. Bending forward, she shifted her hips again, letting her panties fall to the floor before unclasping her bra.
Laid bare before her classmate, she swung her hip once in a slow, playful sway before she took several steps towards the drawer beneath a large mirror. Ana blew a kiss at herself in the mirror, all too aware of the salacious smile settled on her lips. Ana shifted through the drawers as she called back to Chione,
"Just a couple of moments longer... Eyes closed, right?" she said, wiggling her hips once again before she slid herself into what she wanted Chi to see her in. In a couple of easy steps, Anastasia drew closer. Settling herself between the girl's legs, with a fluid motion she brought both hands square against Chione's shoulders. Ana pressed the girl into the bed as she hovered over her. The fabric did not cover her shoulders, but ruffles shrouded her upper arms, woven with a thicker lace that held to the curves of her body while the sheer veil accented her milky skin. A thick string was taut against her hips, with slivers that covered her from being too obscene. Entirely inappropriate, Ana hoped to make her impression.
And to betray her intentions rather than play this long game of cat and mouse.
Lips brushed delicately along Chione's jawline, never quite making full contact, but ghosting against her skin until she met the woman's ear once again.
"You asked for a show, princess. Is it like what you imagined?"
Ana would remember that.
Chi baby wants a performance?
She'd give her something to see. Performance was liberation, and Anastasia reveled in the spotlight. Chione might've lived in a world where everyone's eyes were on her, but she wondered if she ever experienced that.
Probably for a dance?
She didn't know how prudish this place was to make that determination. Instead of dwelling on it, Ana relished in how Chione went along with her touches, did nothing to stop her from continuing their teasing play all throughout their intoxicating encounter. No longer was Chione 'on the clock', there was nothing required of her and Ana wondered if she noticed a hint of a more relaxed state. She was in her natural habitat most everywhere, but now... there was an entirely different game for them to play.
The door was shut, and on the third floor? They were invisible. Anastasia wanted nothing more than for their game to continue, and Chi put the ball back in her court not once, bu twice as she teased right back. She leaned into Ana's slight chest, the groan that nearly escaped Chione's lips mirrored in the shorter girl. Dark impulses danced at the periphery, the whisper of a groan parting Ana's lips. Then, she went in on her whims, brushing her lips against Ana's cheek.
She hadn't expected that, but she should've.
The sense of control is diminishing...
Their atmosphere was thick with tension as Ana considered Chione. Her breath was slow and deep, pulling in more and more of the woman's scent. Her lips parted for a moment, a familiar curl in her stomach giving her so many dark little fantasies that she closed her eyes so that their visions became more apparent. She went in for the kill, after that. Her touch was feather light along Ana's hands, playing along the sensitive skin of her inner wrist before she pulled away. It was just like the move she'd made outside, but the intimacy of the moment and Chione's warmth against bare skin...
"Close your eyes, then. I wouldn't want you catching an early glimpse and ruining my chances," she teased. Ana turned back towards the closet, regardless of whether Chione obeyed. She pulled the stockings from her legs, wiggled her hips until the skirt fell as well. Button by button, she undid her blouse and threw the vest across the room until she was just in her undergarments. Bending forward, she shifted her hips again, letting her panties fall to the floor before unclasping her bra.
Laid bare before her classmate, she swung her hip once in a slow, playful sway before she took several steps towards the drawer beneath a large mirror. Ana blew a kiss at herself in the mirror, all too aware of the salacious smile settled on her lips. Ana shifted through the drawers as she called back to Chione,
"Just a couple of moments longer... Eyes closed, right?" she said, wiggling her hips once again before she slid herself into what she wanted Chi to see her in. In a couple of easy steps, Anastasia drew closer. Settling herself between the girl's legs, with a fluid motion she brought both hands square against Chione's shoulders. Ana pressed the girl into the bed as she hovered over her. The fabric did not cover her shoulders, but ruffles shrouded her upper arms, woven with a thicker lace that held to the curves of her body while the sheer veil accented her milky skin. A thick string was taut against her hips, with slivers that covered her from being too obscene. Entirely inappropriate, Ana hoped to make her impression.
And to betray her intentions rather than play this long game of cat and mouse.
Lips brushed delicately along Chione's jawline, never quite making full contact, but ghosting against her skin until she met the woman's ear once again.
"You asked for a show, princess. Is it like what you imagined?"
