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𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 - 𝐒𝟐 𝐄𝟖
"I'd ask you to stay but you've already missed first period because of me," A ghost of a grin hiding at the corner of her lips, energy humming wildly around her.
After the events of this morning, the two attempted to keep their hands off of each other in order to get dressed, and for Skylar to arrive at school on time. It wasn't even supposed to last this long, but the mind blowing orgasms were too much to let slip past. Besides, the distraction from a certain strawberry blonde who'd torn a hole in her heart was welcomed any time.
"Keep looking at me like that, blondie, and I'll be missing more than just first period." The brunette prompted with a slight tease laced beneath her tongue, her hand sliding over to rest on the woman's upper thigh.
Peyton's hazel eyes fell from the road before her to the slender fingers that were gripping her thigh, the veins pulsating from the hand making her knees weak once more, aching as liquid heat spilling through her core. Flashes of Skylar's above her, hands braced either side of her head as she rolled her hips in perfect rhythm to draw a whimper from her lips, she'd been fucked plently of times, but nothing felt as incredible as it had felt this morning. The promise of the most beautiful oblivion had trembled throughout her body with a cry of ecstasy. Skylar had learned a thing or two since the last night they'd spent tangled as one. Just at the reminder, Peyton found herself suppressing a moan.
"Is that a challenge? I'll gladly turn this car around right now."
Skylar shook her head in disbelief at the older woman, the playful eye roll quickly replaced with a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. As much as she had the shittest night, she was extremely glad that her blonde friend had come to her rescue.
"I don't know if I can face seeing her, I mean, she said our love life is none of her business, but this feels personal, you're her sister... " Skylar pondered, thoughts rushing around her mind of her having to inform Caroline that for a second time, she'd slipped into bed with her sister. Although technically Peyton showed up in her bed, not the other way around. "The first time I didn't know who you were, but now... "
"Skylar, we're old enough to know this is a bit of fun and if my sister has anything to say about it, I'm sure she'll let me take the brunt of it." Peyton chuckled wholeheartedly, her warm eyes drifting towards the school that appeared over the horizon. "Caroline adores you and your brother too much to be petty over something so minuscule."
Skylar knew in her heart that the blonde was right, her troubled mind clouded with insecurities. After losing Lydia last night, it terrified her to think of another person she cared for turning their back on her. With a sharp inhale, a sense of nerves pressing into her like a wave, she knew Lydia would be waiting behind the double doors. Any and every excuse falling from her lips, pleading with wide emerald eyes that Skylar wanted nothing more than to slip into, forgiveness fighting at the tip of her tongue. The ache to curl her arms around the petite woman and tell her that her heart was still hers saturated her mind. All she wanted was for someone to love, and to be loved. But she'd given Lydia her fragile heart, and the woman shattered it beneath her foot, tearing any hope of trust left in their relationship.
