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Coming to a frat party had entirely been Fatin’s idea, and she had come to regret it.  Not because it wasn’t fun to party and hang out with people… just because frat guys sucked , and she was using the weekend she had for visiting Leah at college on a room full of far too many men who she would’ve fucked earlier in life.  It was reminding her of far too many drunken high school decisions.  Not to mention the fact that Leah had wandered off to find a bathroom, leaving Fatin to fend for herself.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?”  Beer breath.  It made Fatin’s lip curl before she could even think to respond.  She also wasn’t here alone.

“That was a bold assumption, and a wrong one too.”  Fatin sighed, slamming her shot back before she spoke.  “I’m waiting for my girlfriend.”  She said, but the whole weight of the word girlfriend seemed to sail right over this guy’s head.  He only leaned closer and tried wrap his arm around her shoulder.

“I’m sure your friend would want someone to keep you company.”  He murmured, and Fatin chuckled.  She didn’t give a shit.

“Oh, you don’t understand.”  She plucked his fingers off of her shoulder one by one.  “She’s my girlfriend .”  Fatin clarified, and the guy still didn’t seem to be grasping what she was saying.  Maybe he was a lost cause, drunk on one too many shitty beers to comprehend a simple sentence.

“Right, a friend… friends want good things for their friends… so she wouldn’t be opposed to us hooking up.”  He tried, and Fatin shook her head.  She didn’t want to fuck this guy in the first place, let alone when she was already with Leah.

“She would.”  Fatin responded, and he looked anything other than on board with her answer, not that she cared.

“I’m confused… why would your friend want to stop you from being happy?”  He asked, and Fatin snorted, smiling widely.

“Believe me, she makes me very happy.”  Fatin said, and the guy didn’t seem convinced.  Fucker.

“Not like I can…”  He tried, and Fatin almost burst out laughing at that.  Leah was literally the best she'd ever had, there was no way that some random frat boy was at all better than she was in bed.  

“Babe, give her a piece of silicone and she can do me about 1000% times better than you ever could.”  Fatin said, and that seemed to sink in for the guy as he leaned against the wall.  Good, because she could get more graphic than that, but she didn’t feel like it.

“Oh.  So you’re a lesbian.”  He said, and Fatin shook her head.

“Unlabeled, but currently dating a woman.  Yes.”  Fatin said, and the guy seemed all too pleased with that because of course he was.  He seemed like the type.

“That’s hot.”  He got too close to her again “Are you looking for a third?”  He asked, and Fatin grimaced, pushing him away.  He smelt like cheap beer and a regret she might have made two years earlier, but not tonight.

“Nope.”  Fatin said, she was sure of herself in that answer.  But apparently it wasn't too clear for him.

“Are you sure?  Experimenting-.”  She cut him off quickly.

“I’ve done plenty of that, and while I know the pleasures of having multiple partners at once… I’m not really in the mood for it.  I’ve got Leah.  That’s all I need right now.”  She said, and the guy scoffed, but remained quiet for a long moment before leaning in far too close all over again.  Ugh.

“You should dance with me.”  He said, and Fatin opened her mouth to respond and shove him away, but she didn’t need to, Leah was between them before she could make a single noise.  God…

“No.  She shouldn’t.”  Leah said, her voice so calm that it was off putting, especially with how Leah's nails were gouging into Fatin's hand.

“We were in the middle of a conversation, this doesn’t concern you-.”

“Everything she does concerns me, actually.  And you’ve been creepy as fuck .”  Leah snapped, and Fatin chewed on her lip, biting back a smile.  Leah could get a little jealous easily, but this wasn’t common… It was hot .

“Why does it matter to you what she does?”  He asked, and Leah rolled her eyes and stepped in front of Fatin, standing tall.  Fuck, she wanted to jump her right here, right now… but she wouldn’t.  Not yet.

“Because.  She’s mine , you fucking prick.” She said, her voice low and even, and it was nearly enough to make Fatin’s knees weak.  ‘She’s mine’ was something she was gonna replay in her mind later when she was alone… or, have Leah whisper it in her ear later when they were together.

“What?”

“She’s my girlfriend, and if you so much as put a finger near her again I will tear it clean off of your body are we clear ?”  Leah asked through gritted teeth, and Fatin leaned against the wall, letting out a shaky breath.  God, she wanted to jump her right here, right now... she didn't care who saw them.

“You can do better than her, you know.”  The guy said, and Fatin scoffed, looking him dead in the eyes as she wrapped a tight arm around Leah's waist, pulling her close.

“Fuck you.”  She hissed

“Get the fuck away from me.”  Leah snapped, and he rolled his eyes, finally taking a large step away from them with his hands up in a mock surrender.

“Whatever, she’s not even worth it.”

“Fuck you, prick!”  Leah shouted, and she turned to Fatin, wiping her mind clean with the look in her eyes.  It was fiery, something she'd really only ever seen out of her on the island... it was hot.

“Leah, I swear I wasn’t even-.”  Leah didn't let her answer, instead she simply gripped her hand tight, her expression becoming unreadable.

“You’re coming with me.”  She said lowly, and Fatin shivered, chewing on her lip.  Yeah, in more was than one, probably.

“Fuck… Yeah I am.”  Fatin whispered, letting Leah drag her through the house until they found an unoccupied bathroom.  She was shoved inside before she could speak again, Leah close behind her.  

“Can you believe that guy?  Such a prick…”  Leah sighed as she locked the door behind her, turning to Fatin.  She leaned against the bathroom counter and crossed her arms.

“I told him to leave me alone.”  She said, and Leah nodded, her look softening just a bit as she cupped Fatin's face.  Okay, so she wasn't mad at her, that was a good sign... but she still looked pissed off in general, so there was still some kind of damage control she should be running

“I believe you.”

“Then why are you-.”  She let out a frustrated groan, looking up at the ceiling.  Fatin kept their hands linked, rubbing her thumb along the side to comfort Leah as best she could.

“I’m not mad , I’m just…”  Leah chewed on her lip, like she didn't know what to say.  Oh.  Thank God.

“You need a release.”
“I need a reminder.”  Leah clarified, and Fatin wrapped her arms around Leah's neck, looking at her with a wide grin.

“Well… then take what you need.”  Fatin said, and Leah looked concerned.  There was nothing to be worried about, especially considering she'd literally asked for this.

“Are you sure?”  She asked quietly, and Fatin was nodding before the words were even out of her mouth.

“Oh, I’m positive .”  She said, and she watched as Leah drew her hand down, pushing up her skirt to stick her hand under it.  Her knees buckled when she felt her girlfriend's fingers on her cunt.

“Fuck, you’re so wet…”  Leah said, barely above a whisper, and Fatin nodded.  That was not news, Leah made that observation every time they had sex.  Fatin was pretty sure it was involuntary by now.

“That happens when I’m around you, Rilke.”  Fatin hissed, her breathing stuttering in her chest as Leah slid two fingers inside her with ease.  

“Good… That’s good…”  She murmured, and she curled her fingers, pushing a sigh out of Fatin as her stress levels instantly dropped.  They both needed this after dealing with that fucking idiot.

“ Fuck …”  Fatin whispered, and Leah pressed her face against her neck, sucking and biting at the skin there until she pulled back for a moment, looking half crazed... which could be really bad or really good, and Fatin was banking hard on the second one.

“Mine… Mine… Mine…”  Leah murmured under her breath, like she was a broken record.  Fatin couldn’t stop her from saying it, even if there wasn’t a question that it was true.  All she could do was pant and grind down on her fingers with her eyes squeezed shut.

“Yours.” She responded, and she forced her eyes open to see Leah looking vacant like she was thinking about something else, which was not what Fatin wanted right now.

“Stupid cunt…” Leah muttered, and Fatin looked up, alarmed.

“What?”  She asked.  That kind of thing was something they could explore at a different time, but a frat bathroom felt like the wrong place... and Leah was just as startled as she was, so it probably wasn't said on purpose, at least not about her.

“Not you… Him.”  Leah said, and Fatin nodded, chewing on her lip as her head pitched forward.  She couldn't argue with that even if she wanted to right now, she was preoccupied.

“Babe, fuck …”  Fatin gasped, her eyes rolling back as Leah added another finger, increasing her force just a bit.  Just enough to knock any semblance of breath right out of Fatin's lungs.

“Stay quiet.”  Leah murmured as she curled her fingers faster, making Fatin's body twitch as she panted out her breath.  “Just take it, Fatin.”  She said, and that was enough to nearly make Fatin cum on the spot.  Those words should be illegal coming out of Leah Rilke's mouth.

“Oh my god, keep talking like that, please.”  Fatin whined, and Leah chuckled breathlessly in her ear, biting down on her earlobe for a moment before she spoke again.

“You like it?”  Fatin was nodding before she even processed the words.  She was pretty sure she'd say yes to anything Leah asked at this point... her brain was hardwired for it.

“ Yes, Lee….”

“So pretty…my girl…”  Leah murmured, and Fatin basked in that.  She liked when Leah called her that... and it only got her closer to the edge, so close she could nearly taste it.

“Fuck, I’m close…”  Fatin groaned, and Leah only sped her pace up, which made Fatin want to scream... not that she could, not unless she wanted every frat guy to talk to the both of them tonight... and she wanted to get out of here pretty damn quick after this, so that was not the operative idea.  Leah smiled lazily at her, making her heart skip in her chest.

“That's good.  You gonna cum for me?”  Leah murmured, and Fatin nodded, whimpering quietly as she tried to close her legs around Leah's hand.  It was too much... but she still wanted more... 

“Yes!  Fuck, Leah, yes!”  She gasped.  Fuck, if she'd had any more wits about herself, she would've been embarrassed by how whiny she sounded, but she couldn't find it within herself to actually give a shit right now.  She shivered against Leah, gulping down air as she tried to keep herself quiet even as she was falling apart.  Leah worked her through it, pressing warm kisses wherever she could reach, even on the tender skin of the neck, making Fatin wince a bit as she jutted her hips forward one more time before slumping back.

“Good… good job…”  Leah murmured, stilling her fingers inside of her but not pulling them out.  Fatin held her close, still shivering in her arms.

“Shit, that was good…” But Leah didn't pull her hand away, instead she started moving again, making Fatin gasp.  She was still so fucking sensitive... “Lee… what’re you doing?”  Fatin panted, squeezing her eyes shut as she shivered against Leah's fingers.  She had barely had time to recover her wits and here she was... taking them away again.

“Give me one more.”  Leah muttered into her shoulder before she bit down, sucking on the skin.  It was enough to make her let out a gutteral moan.  Leah was going to ruin her... again... 

“Leah…”

“Just one, Fatin… you sound so fucking pretty, please?”  Leah murmured, and Fatin couldn't argue with that, not when Leah was looking at her like that and fucking her like this... it was too much, she didn't stand a chance.

“ Fuck … yes.”  She sighed, and Leah's face darkened a bit, her smile turning cocky... Fuck, she wasn't going to be able to walk out of here after this.

“Good.”  Leah's fingers were magical, they had to be... that was the only explanation for why Fatin was nearly screaming just from this... she knew her girlfriend was good, but fuck... she could teach a class in this shit.

“Oh my god , how the fuck are you doing this to me?”  Fatin moaned, tangling her fingers in Leah’s hair as she chewed on her lip, listening to her girlfriend laugh in her ear.  The entire world was gone, it was just them in this shitty frat bathroom… It was blissful.

“Talent.”

“ Shit , I’ll say… ”  Fatin whined, and Leah clapped a hand over her mouth, glancing nervously back at the door.

“They’re gonna hear you…”  Leah warned, and Fatin furrowed her brows, breathing shallowly.  She didn't give a shit if someone heard them, she just wanted to feel good.

“Leah.”

“Hm?”  It shouldn't be hard to speak already, her thighs shouldn't already be shaking... but they were.  Whatever was so unhinged about Leah right now was exactly what she'd been wanting.

“ Let them.”   She gritted, and Leah moaned quietly, biting down on the skin of her neck as she thrusted her fingers faster, curling them up as she did.  It made Fatin's vision blur for a moment... it was fucking amazing... too amazing, maybe because she was already close again, and she knew Leah could tell.  That cocky look she got when she figured something out made it abundantly clear.

“What Fatin?  Tell me what's happening.”  Leah murmured, and Fatin panted, scratching her hand down the wall before gripping Leah close again.

“Lee… I’m cumming .”  Fatin groaned, burying her face in Leah’s shoulder, biting down lightly as she scratched her nails down her back.  This had to be heaven, right?  This is what heaven feels like…

“Good, that’s good …”  Leah murmured, and Fatin let her head rest back against the wall, breathing heavily as she felt heat spread in her body as she began to shake.

“ Shit… Shit… Shit, Leah! ”  She whined.  It wasn’t as slow and gradual this time, instead it was white hot, nearly knocking Fatin off of her feet as she bit down hard on her lip to keep herself quiet.  Leah reached up and placed a hand on her cheek, drawing her into a kiss.

“Say my name, it sounds better when you say it.”  She murmured, and Fatin panted as she came down, pushing Leah’s hand away gently.

“Fuck, Leah… I can’t take more.” She sighed, and Leah nodded, resting their foreheads together for a moment

“Okay.”  She instead busied herself with pressing soft kisses to every inch of skin she could reach.  It felt so nice.

“Fucking hell…”  Fatin sighed, resting her head on Leah’s shoulder for a long moment, feeling her girlfriend’s hand run up and down her spine, comforting her.

“Was that okay?  Are you okay?”  Leah asked, gripping her face lightly, and Fatin grinned at her, lunging forward to kiss her girlfriend deeply, pressing her against the bathroom wall.

“That was fucking amazing … didn’t know you had that in you.” Fatin murmured, and Leah looked sheepish as she glanced at the ground, a small smirk on her lips.

“Yeah, well…”

“Jesus fuck… you did a number on my neck.”  Fatin sighed, and Leah’s face dropped immediately.

“Oh shit… Fatin, I’m so sorry.”  She waved her off with a grin, feeling a squeeze of thrill in her chest.  This side of Leah... she wanted to explore it more if she ever got the chance.

“Why?”  She continued to examine the marks with a small smirk.  Well, no more shitty frat guys would talk to her at least.  “Damn… I should make you jealous a hell of a lot more often.” Fatin said, and Leah made a small sound of confusion.,

“Seriously?”  She asked, and Fatin nodded.  Yeah.  A lot more often... she'd be putting it in her playbook for later.

“Yeah.  That was fucking hot , Rilke.”  Fatin insisted

“Well… I’ll keep it in mind.”  Leah responded, and she grinned.  Excellent.

“ Good .”