For the rest of the night, Heather was mindlessly scrolling on her phone, a desperate attempt to forget the little incident that took place earlier. Fortunately it was a Saturday night, so there wouldn’t be school the next day. She checks the time, and it’s 1:27AM. Gwen isn’t back yet, and if she didn’t know any better, she would be worried, but she was sure that Gwen’s friends would keep her safe. Safer than Heather ever could. She sighed, irritated. She didn’t want to come to terms with her feelings for the goth, and yet it feels like she already has. It was all so annoying. Her fingers itch to tap on Gwen’s contact to text the goth asking if she was okay and still alive. But she couldn’t, especially not after her dry ass response to Gwen’s genuine apology. She decides to walk over to the room’s light switch and switched the lights off. She also closed the curtains, unbothered by the streaks of moonlight seeping through whatever parts of the window that weren't covered.

With that, she tries to sleep. Or at least she tries to scroll her energy away, and maybe, if she was lucky enough, she would fall asleep. Preferably before Gwen came back. Her plan was working. With each scroll on Instagram or Tiktok, she felt her eyelids progressively get heavier. Her breathing slowed and she started to doze off. And just when Heather was about to fall asleep, she was very rudely interrupted by a knock at the door. Her eyes opened, very reluctantly, and she groaned, cursing under her breath. Who the fuck could be here at this hour? Could tonight get any worse?

Heather was unknowing that tonight, things would take a turn for the better.

She walks to the door in a rather slow fashion, and when she opens it she’s met with two, very hardcore goths, who were supporting Gwen on their shoulders. One of the goths, a shorter female, had black hair with white accents at the front. Heather was guessing that that was Crimson, one of the friends that Gwen had talked to her about. Next to Crimson stood a taller boy. He had multiple piercings and black hair with red accents. Heather thought he looked like Duncan, but goth. That boy was probably Ennui, Crimson’s close friend.

“Hey, Heather, right?” Crimson spoke, her voice not as soothing as Gwen’s. Heather raised an eyebrow, scoffing, “Yes, I am the Heather Kasuga. What brings you and your little friend here?” The girl started talking again. “Well you see.. at the bar, Gwen drank a bit too much,” She paused and looked at the slouching goth, whose eyes were glued to the floor, “and we didn’t think she would be stable enough to come back here herself. We decided to take her back, just in case,” Crimson’s voice was coated in concern as she looked at Gwen’s state, then she gazed over to Ennui. Heather understood Crimson’s concern. She knew that Gwen didn’t really like to drink, so for her to get so wasted cannot be a good sign. Heather would probably bitch about it and tease her with this. “I see,” Heather said, voice a little softer than usual, she was tired after all. Ennui asked her, his tone a lot nicer than most boys she knew, “Could you please take care of her? Duncan is waiting outside for us right now.” Heather shrugged.

“Sure.”

The door shut after the two hardcore goths had left, and Heather locked it in one swift motion. Gwen, the only goth she ever wanted and needed, stumbled to the stack of clothes on the chair beside her desk. She was mumbling something, but Heather couldn’t make out what she was saying. The ravenette simply returned to her bed, lying down. She could barely see Gwen in the darkness of the room. “Seriously, Gwen? Drinking now?” Heather snickered, observing as Gwen took off her shirt beside her bed, leaving her in just her bra, “You’re not even gonna shower? Gross!” Gwen grumbles, voice low, “Shut it, Heather.” Just that alone, and the fact that Gwen’s cargos were now on the floor, was more than enough to send a warm pool to the Queen Bee’s lower region. Gwen’s voice sent shivers down her spine, and she was intrigued, wanting to test the drunken goth’s patience.

“Or what?” Heather smirked, trying to get on Gwen’s nerves. Gwen’s statement came out more of a low growl, “Fuck. Off.” The ravenette was enjoying this, her eyes closing as she couldn’t help but chuckle, “And what if i don’t?” She tried once more, and when she opened her eyes the goth was not where she previously was. Heather was a little confused as to where Gwen had gone, and she almost screamed when something practically tackled her onto her bed. There she was. Gwen, on top of her. She would be lying if she said that butterflies didn’t erupt in her stomach. “G-Gwen,” She whispered, her breath caught in her throat. The goth looked even more like a goddess with the moonlight shining on her. Her soft hair and her flushed face, glistening under the light that seeped from the curtains. Gwen’s body was burning up, and Heather could only helplessly stare up into those awfully beautiful black eyes.

“Gwen, what are you–" Heather had planned to ask what the goth was trying to do, but what she had not planned for was Gwen’s soft lips colliding into her own. The ravenette’s eyes widened, but quickly fluttered shut as she melted into the kiss. Gwen reeked of alcohol. Hell, the alcohol almost masked the taste of her lips. Almost. Heather’s hands found their way into Gwen’s soft hair, making it even more messy, as if the party they had wasn’t enough. “Gwen,” She exhaled as the goth pulled away, slightly out of breath. Gwen’s hands were gently, delicately, tracing the outline of Heather’s body, as if she was touching a priceless artifact. She hummed against Heather’s chest, “So beautiful.. Want you..”

Fuck.

The ravenette’s hands were unconsciously scratching Gwen’s scalp, which seemed to evoke a pleasured reaction out of the goth in question. The goth closed her eyes, eliciting a soft moan of approval as she leaned into Heather’s touch, “Mmhmm.. Heather.. A-Ah.”

“G-Gwen..” Heather sighed breathlessly, but before she could stumble on more words, Gwen hushed her. “Shut the fuck up, Heather. Just.. let me take care of you.”

The goth seemed even more intrigued when Heather’s hips involuntarily bucked upwards as that demand was made. There was no doubt that Heather didn’t mind letting Gwen take on that role. It was only now when Heather realised that Gwen was almost bare, the only things between her and absolute heaven were those dreadful garments that the ravenette wished would just come off already. “Fuck, p-please.. kiss me,” The ravenette breathed, lost in the goth’s eyes. Gwen gladly obliged, smashing her lips into Heather’s once more, her hands sliding down the latter’s sides and to the waistband of her pants as Heather unhooked her bra. The fabric gets tossed to one side in a swift motion, the ravenette whimpering softly at the sensation around her waist, her arms wrapping around the goth’s neck to reel her in closer. She didn’t want their lips to part, not even for air. Oxygen wasn’t a necessity, not right now. The goth helps Heather shimmy out of her shorts, leaving her in her underwear. Immediately the cold air of the AC brushes against her glistening thighs, and she shivers a little. She didn’t even realise how much she was sweating, how red she was, and definitely not how much of Gwen’s lipstick was smudged on her face. Not that it mattered, though. She needed Gwen. Right here, right now.

Heather is caught off guard once again when Gwen’s fingers dig into her hips. She moans at a surprisingly high volume, but a hand quickly covers her mouth, making her whine at the loss of contact between her lips and Gwen’s. “Heather. Keep your voice down. We’ll get noise complaints. Can you do that? F-For me?” The goth asked in a hushed tone, somehow still more sensible than Heather, even when she’s had too much to drink. Damn. Regardless, the ravenette nods eagerly, just wanting to continue to kiss the pale beauty that was towering over her. Gwen smiled, surprisingly in a very endearing way, but it changed in two seconds when she slurred against Heather’s ear, “Good girl.” The ravenette felt her whole body vibrate with excitement. Gwen only chuckled lowly, seductively, before her lips trailed to Heather’s jawline, pressing a hard kiss on it that was sure to leave a mark. That only turned Heather on further. She wanted Gwen to mark her. Wanted Gwen to show everyone else that she belonged to the goth. Wanted Gwen to use her to her pleasure, to do obscene things to her. She was fucking infatuated with this goth.

The goth pulled away, looking into the latter’s eyes. Heather fell inlove with Gwen’s eyes as they met her own. Those beautiful black pupils, once filled with anger and irritation just a few minutes prior, now hazed, glossy, swirling with lust and carnal desire, loving, adoration. The goth’s pale face was flushed, glistening in sweat despite the cold air that filled the room. Heather, being extremely fucking needy in the moment, pulled Gwen in for another kiss. This time it was different. It was rough, sloppy, and oh, so fucking hot. Gwen’s tongue desperately dragged across the latter’s teeth, and it immediately slithered into Heather’s mouth when it was granted access. Heather moaned, keeping the volume of her voice in check, pulling Gwen closer. She deepened the kiss further, unwilling to let go of the goth’s pretty little face. Their tongues fought for dominance, Gwen driving her tongue into the latter’s mouth as deep as it would go.

Gwen’s hands slip under Heather’s shirt, silently noting that Heather did not in fact have a bra on. Her palms glide across the ravenette’s smooth skin, sending so many different sensations for Heather to deal with. Her tongue in Heather’s mouth, her hands all over Heather, Heather’s cunt throbbing in wet heat. Gwen takes Heather’s shirt off, revealing her breasts, and immedietly grabbed one breast, and sucked om the other, "OH FUCK!" Heather moaned as Gwen played with her breadts, she continued playing with them, until a she stopped in her tracks. The Queen Bee pulled Gwen’s face off of her own, and she’s gasping for air, eyes sparkling at the strings of saliva that formed when their lips parted. She blushes even more, if it was even possible, considering how red she already was, watching as Gwen licked the mixture of their spits off of her lips. The goth cocked an eyebrow, eager to continue, but curious as to why Heather didn’t let her. Heather tried to catch her breath. “Gwen..” she whined, needy. “Yes, my sweet doll?” The goth hummed, and Heather couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol talking. Either way, it was so fucking attractive. “Gwen,” She moaned this time, taking one of the goth’s hands and leading it between her thighs, “I need you here. Right now.”

Gwen looked up at Heather’s flushed face, taking in her natural beauty. She smirked as she gently pressed her middle and ring finger onto the wet spot that formed on the latter’s underwear, evoking a soft yelp from the latter. It drove Heather insane, and she loved it. She hated being teased by Gwen, yet she loved it. She desperately needed the goth to break her. “Gwen..” She moaned out lazily, squirming as Gwen pressed more firmly now. The goth, too impatient to keep playing games, starts to pull the underwear off of the ravenette. She struggled a little, since the wetness was making the fabric stick to Heather’s skin. It wasn’t a problem though, since the underwear was already on the floor in the matter of a few seconds.

With the same two fingers, Gwen pressed onto the latter’s clit, gasping at how hot and swollen the bundle of nerves had gotten. Heather whined impatiently, her head turning to look somewhere else. “Damn, Heather.. You want me this bad?” Gwen had a drunk smile on her face, her free hand slightly cradling the ravenette’s jaw, forcing her to lock eyes with Gwen. Heather didn’t know what the look in her own two eyes were, but she kind of got an idea when Gwen smiled. Heather only gazed helplessly at Gwen, her brain completely short circuiting just at how fucking hot the goth looked in this very moment. “Answer my question, Heather,” Gwen slurred into Heather’s ear, causing the ravenette’s breath to hitch. The goth was trailing hot kisses along Heather’s jaw and neck while she awaited an answer. “Ah.. fuck, yeah mmm, I-I need you so bad—” Heather moaned, her hands returning to where they were on Gwen’s scalp and gently scratching again.

Gwen, seemingly very pleased by this, wraps one arm around Heather’s waist. Heather found herself in Gwen’s lap, her legs open and Gwen’s arm still secured around her waist. “Can I?” Gwen asked, tired, yet eager eyes slowly blinking at Heather. The ravenette cried out softly, unable to wait any longer, “Fuck, yes, please do..” And without any hesitation, Gwen plunged two digits into Heather, the ravenette’s wetness making it easy for her fingers to slip in. Immediately Heather cries out, and Gwen connects their lips to prevent any more unwanted noise coming out of Heather’s mouth. Frankly, the goth loved the sounds that were being made, but it was far too risky. This allowed the ravenette to let loose a little, as her moans were muffled by Gwen's plump lips, and she was so fucking grateful.

The goth began to set a pace, her fingers busy pumping in and out of Heather, her mouth busy dancing with Heather’s. Gwen smirked into the kiss when she felt Heather begin to desperately grind her hips against Gwen’s hand. Gwen pulled away, smiling at the beautifully flushed face before her, and her smile grew wider as she leaned against the fingers dancing around her face. Heather could barely comprehend whatever was going on. That didn’t stop Gwen. It didn't stop Gwen from drunkenly kissing every visible freckle that was on Heather’s face, and it certainly didn’t stop her from grunting, “You’re so beautiful.” The arm supporting Heather’s back had lowered, allowing the goth’s hand to grope at the ravenette’s ass, eliciting a squeal from her. Heather’s lips chased after Gwen’s, but the goth’s lips had found their way down Heather’s neck, peppering hot kisses all over. “Gwen,” she groaned at the stimuli that the goth had to offer, grinding her hips faster, breath heaving.

The goth only licked the marks she had left, smiling against Heather’s reddening skin, “I’d kill any man that dares to hurt you..” Heather bit her lip, attempting to keep her moans from slipping out, or at least to muffle them. Would Gwen really do that? It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered, right now, was that she was on Gwen’s lap, that Gwen’s fingers were curling into her, making her feel so fucking good. “...You know that, right?” The goth added, breath hot against the base of Heather’s neck. Gwen smiled at how the shirt Heather was wearing revealed her collarbone, and she took it to her advantage. The ravenette was close. So close to that sweet release. She could tell, based on the way Heather was riding her hand in a fervent rhythm, based on the way Heather’s hot walls were tightening around her fingers, based on the way the noises that Heather made were becoming more animal-like. Carnal, desperate.

“Gwen, I-I.. I’m gonna come..” The Queen Bee barely managed to get out, face starting to go slack.

“I know, baby.”

She smiled, tongue running across the ravenette’s collarbone, sucking and biting, her fingers speeding up, teasingly curling against the ravenette’s g-spot one too many times. Heather’s breath hitches, hips inching up until Gwen’s fingers were completely out, and she sat right back down before the pleasure could even begin to fade. She cries out, eyes rolling closed, back arching, body quivering, her walls suffocating the goth’s fingers, and her fluids spill onto Gwen’s hand, even dripping onto Gwen’s thighs, the goth unbothered to muffle her moans. Her fingers dig into the latter’s scalp, resulting in the goth eliciting a groan. “Gwen,” she whimpered the goth’s name, tears of pure euphoric bliss starting to glaze her hazy eyes, and the ravenette’s mind was blank, her focus only on Gwen’s fingers that were still in her. “God, you’re choking my fingers, baby,” the goth laughed softly, making Heather whine.

Gwen only hummed in satisfaction, her fingers slowing down, helping Heather to ride out her orgasm. If not for the arm that was wrapped around her back, Heather would have fallen back. “So pretty..” Gwen babbled, staring adoringly at Heather as she tried to recover. She smiled, watching Heather pant softly, eyes locked. “Was that good?” The goth mumbled, like a kid asking for praise after getting a good grade for a weekly quiz. Mind fuzzy, chest heaving, heart racing, Heather could only utter a soft, hushed, “..So g-good..” The ravenette had ceased trembling, so Gwen slowly pulled her fingers out, Heather groaning as the pleasure faded away. Heather curled onto the latter’s shoulder, still trying to catch her breath. The goth brings her soaked hand into view. Her hand was covered in slick heat, Heather’s fluids glistening in the moonlight. Gwen smiled drunkenly, bringing her hand to her mouth, starting off by licking the fluids that were on her palm, moaning at Heather’s salty taste. Her hand smelled of the ravenette’s arousal. The ravenette pulls back, feeling all wet again as she watched Gwen, displaying her affection by licking her palm clean. So fucking hot. Once done, she watched as the goth took her middle finger into her mouth, admiring as those plump, soft black lips wrapped around her slender finger, sucking on the hot wetness. “So good..” Gwen groaned around her finger, and Heather swore she could get off to watching Gwen clean her hand. The goth does the same for her ring finger, and Heather couldn't help but let out a soft, helpless whimper.

Heather realises just how messy Gwen’s hair had gotten after all the rustling from her hands, and she also realises how attractive it was. Everything about Gwen was attractive to her. She cradled the goth’s jaw in her palms, eyes fluttering shut as she pulled the goth in for another blissful kiss. This one was much more gentle than the previous ones, but the taste of Heather’s fluids undoubtedly tingled the ravenette’s mouth. The ravenette pulls Gwen down onto the bed, Gwen now lying on top of her, their legs intertwined. The ravenette felt a wave of tiredness wash over her, the latter's embrace only making her feel more safe and secure than ever. Heather’s release had her more tired than she was previously, and she could feel herself drifting to sleep. Sleep began to claim her, but before it did, she felt a kiss lingering on her forehead, and a faint whisper of; “Goodnight, I love you.”

Heather slept well that night.