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There are a couple things in this world that are absolutely unbearable for Alex.
The sound of her parents fighting, for one. She still remembers it, the yelling, that is. It was always so loud that even headphones couldn’t cancel out the noise.
Another thing she cannot fucking stand is when people don’t know how to make good coffee. It’s not that fucking hard.
Thirdly, people not letting her explain herself. She fucking hates being blamed for things that she didn’t do without having the chance to defend herself.
There are a couple more extreme ones, such as racists, bigots, and outright assholes. She will punch the fuck out of someone making unappreciated comments about the color of her skin or her sister and her girlfriend choosing to go on a date in public.
But one thing she can’t fucking stand at this particular moment is the snobby, blonde, British girl in her English class who always has her nose stuck in a fucking book.
Henri fucking Fox.
She might just be the bane of Alex’s existence.
And look, Alex is a friendly person. Extremely so, even. She’s great at making friends. Keeping them is another issue, because she can’t seem to make anyone stay unless they’re, like, June, her family, or like Nora, dating her family. She’s been told she’s too much. She’s too loud, too opinionated, she feels too much. Henri seems to be the exact opposite of that. (She wants so badly to despise her for it).
But, as she was saying, Alex is a very friendly person, so obviously she tried to introduce herself to the British girl on the first day of school. She’d met Percy “Pez, like the sweets” Okonjo already, one of the other British exchange students, who just so happens to be Henri’s best friend.
Right from the beginning, Alex adored Pez, so who could blame her for thinking his best friend would be just as awesome.
Apparently, that was not the case. Henri completely snubbed her, walking away before she could even finish her introduction. And okay, maybe she came off a bit strong, but that usually wasn’t an issue (at first, at least). She still remembers the way her heart dropped in her chest.
Another thing that drives Alex absolutely crazy is when Henri fucking argues with her in class. Half of the time she raises her hand, the blonde has some sort of comment on what she has to say. It’s as if she thinks she’s better than Alex, and it makes her blood boil.
She’s currently sitting in said English class, biting her cheek as the teacher calls on Henri. They are almost done with the first semester of the year, and as Alex’s disdain has only managed to grow stronger for Henri, their teacher seems to have the exact opposite opinion. She fucking loves the blonde.
“I agree with Alex,” Henri starts, and Alex can practically hear the impending ‘but’ before she even says it. “But I think-“
“What fucking now,” she mutters under her breath, and Henri shoots her a death glare.
“-as I was saying, I think that the theme of this story is less about grief and more about living on through one’s memories.” Her voice seems passionate and calm and Alex just has to drone her out after that, rolling her eyes every so often when her annoyingly posh accent penetrates through her bubble of irritation.
“That’s a great interpretation, Henri,” Dr. Gupta says, a pleased smile on her face as if she’s glad someone pointed out what Henri did. Alex’s jaw tightens.
When class is over, she’s is out of her seat in an instant, rushing to the exit.
Henri, as usual, has her nose stuck in a book, which results with her bumping into Alex. “Watch where you’re goin, Princess,” Alex grunts, pushing her way through the door.
“Just because I’m British does not mean I’m a part of the royal family, Alexa .” That’s not even her fucking name, and it makes her fists clench.
“It’s Alex,” she huffs, a frown etched on her face that seems to only appear when the blonde is around.
“Yes, well, you can’t seem to call me by my name either, can you?” The blonde asks obnoxiously before turning around and walking out of the classroom. Alex fucking despises her. “Goodbye, Alex.”
“Goodbye Alex,” she mutters under her breath mockingly. If Henri hears, she doesn’t let it bother her, her shiny low heel pumps clicking with every step as walks down the hallway.
Alex is sitting with June and Nora at their apartment, her burrito bowl in her lap as she stabs angrily at the chicken. She doesn’t understand why Nora always insists on Chipotle when there are hundreds of Mexican food places that are actually authentic. She’s not complaining, though. She’s barely even paying attention to the food, anyways, instead focusing her energy on complaining about a certain blonde in her English class.
“She’s just obnoxious. She’s rude and so fucking proper. Like we get it, your hair is perfect and your eyes are fucking to die for and like and you have really nice lips. You’re pretty. We know. It doesn’t mean you’re better than everyone else.”
“Sounds like you have a crush on her,” Nora points out, taking a huge bite of her burrito, making June groan with affectionate disgust.
Alex throws her hands up dramatically, almost knocking Nora’s food out of her hands, making her glare. Alex doesn’t care though, because she simply has to react to Nora’s ridiculous theory. “What? Are you fucking crazy? She’s a bitch . Also-“
“Don’t call women bitches,” June cuts in.
“- also , I’m straight.”
June and Nora look at each other. “Uh huh,” they say in unison.
Alex doesn’t know what to make of it. “Don’t even get me started on what she said in class today-“
“I will throw this burrito at you if you don’t quit your bitching.”
“Hey, I thought we couldn’t call women bitches,” she whines.
“I didn’t say you’re a bitch. I said you’re bitching, which you are. June agrees. Trust.” Alex throws her sister a betrayed look, and June just laughs, biting into her own burrito much more delicately than her girlfriend had previously done so.
“Everyone find a partner to work on this assignment with. It’s a PowerPoint, so make sure you actually do it together to ensure you both know the material when you actually present it,” Dr. Gupta says, turning around to erase the board she had been writing the parameters of the aforementioned project on. “Once you choose, come tell me and then you may leave. Great class today, guys.” She turns around after she speaks, moving to type something on her laptop, and Alex can feel the immediate panic sinking in.
Alex always hates this-the picking your own partners. She has friends. Well…she has acquaintances. She’s friendly (to most people) and funny, if she does say so herself. The only issue is…she’s not really…close to any of them. Like yeah, she’ll say hi to Grace from her math class, and the twins, Tom and Maddy, from World History are lovely. She’s even in a group chat for a study group with a couple people from around the campus. She’s happy, for the most part. She doesn’t really need school friends. She has Nora and June and even Percy.
The only issue with this lifestyle is that…well, group projects are a bitch. Everyone chooses their partners instantly, the excited chatter filling the room as they converse.
Students begin to flow out of the room in small groups, leaving her to stand at her desk, chewing on her lip.
“Alex,” Henri says. “Would-“
“Oh Jesus fucking Christ.”
She clicks her tongue. “Alright then.”
“Fucking fine,” she grumbles when she realizes they are the only ones left in the room, save for Dr. Gupta. “I just want you to know that you are my last option. Like, below fucking Hunter on my list of options.”
“You know, you’re not exactly my first choice of partners either,” Henri says, rolling her eyes. She fucking hates her. “We’ll talk next class, then. Goodbye.” She turns away after that, her braid swinging as she walks to the door, informing Dr. Gupta of their partnership.
“Yeah, fine, what fucking ever.” Trust Alex to always get the last word.
“Language,” the professor chides half heartedly, still looking at her computer. She doesn’t really seem to care that much.
“Sorry.”
“Why do you dislike me?” Henri asks later that day as they are both washing their hands in the bathroom. Henri looks perfect as always, her long, shiny blonde hair tied back into two braids that end at the middle of her back. Her clothing all matches, soft shades of pinks and off whites adorning her pale skin. Her makeup is, unsurprisingly, flawless, soft and clean-slightly dewy looking and something that Alex could definitely not do. And here she is, asking Alex why she dislikes her. As if she doesn’t know.
“You’re snobbish and rude and think you’re better than everyone else,” Alex says simply, looking away and drying her hands on the towel she just had ripped out.
“Who said I think I’m better than everyone else?” Henri asks, straightening out her short dress and leaning against the counter. She seems genuinely confused. Alex thinks it’s bullshit.
“You always argue with or counter everything I say in class, and you always sit alone with your nose in a book instead of talking to people. It's like you think you’re too good for everyone. Not to mention, you fucking snobbed me when I tried to introduce myself. You literally walked away mid sentence when I was just trying to help you on your first day. I heard you were an exchange student and I figured you didn’t know anyone else. Apparently you didn’t care, because you looked at me like a piece of gum on your shoe before turning the other way.” She hardly gets a breath in during her rant, and by the time it’s finished, she’s panting.
“I didn’t. I never meant to come across as rude, Alex. It was my first day at a new school, where I had run away from my family to come to. I’d just gotten into a fight with my brother over the phone and was overwhelmed and I-I acted ungenerously towards you.” She seems extremely genuine, and all of a sudden, Alex is no longer angry. “As for the school aspect, I am not arguing with you simply because it’s you, maybe I just didn’t agree with what you were saying. But honestly, most of the time, I just add on to what you had already said because I…I think you’re brilliant.”
“O-oh.” It’s all she can say as she stands stock still, staring at Henri with no idea what to do. She’s usually so good with filling silences, but her mind has run a blank.
“I don’t talk to people because, quite frankly, I’m awful at it.” She laughs self deprecatingly. “If-If you couldn’t tell from the way I made you hate me, I’m not very good at reading social cues.”
“Fuck, I feel like an asshole,” she mutters. She genuinely does.
Someone opens the bathroom door before Henri can respond, staring at the two girls curiously before shrugging her shoulders and walking into a stall. The click of the lock breaks the silence. “Friends?” Henri asks, a hesitant smile on her face. She looks…hopeful.
“Yeah. Friends,” Alex replies, and her heart skips a beat when Henri’s smile grows. “Here, gimme your number. We should study together sometime. Y’know, since you think I’m brilliant,” she teases.
“Oh fuck off,” Henri laughs, shoving at Alex’s shoulder.
Alex leaves the bathroom with a smile and a new contact in her phone. She has a weird, bubbly feeling in her stomach for the rest of the day.
“Watcha reading?” Alex asks, swinging herself up and onto the library table Henri is sitting at.
“Alex, get off the table,” she chastises affectionately.
“Alright, alright, princess.” She flops into the seat next to Henri, immediately manspreading. It’s the most comfortable sitting position, okay June?
“So…what are you reading?” She asks again. Henri looks up from where she’s currently sticking a pastel purple sticky tab onto a line in her book that she had just highlighted.
“It’s called Fingersmith by Sarah Waters . It’s a sapphic romance set in the Victorian Era. The main character, Sue, is drawn into a plot to defraud a wealthy heiress. I’m almost done with it, if you’d like to read it after. You’ll have to ignore my annotations, though.” Henri looks so passionate while talking about her book, and Alex can’t help but hang onto every word she says. She never really liked to read, but Henri is seriously making her reconsider it. “The two girls-the main couple, have such a complex relationship. It's very enjoyable to read.”
“Oh. You-you like that stuff?”
Henri looks at her with a raised brow. “Well, I am a lesbian, so yes, I enjoy reading about girls falling in love,” she says dryly, her eyes crinkling affectionately.
“Oh, you’re a lesbian? But…you’re so pretty?” Her eyes widen, and she immediately back tracks. “Wait, no, that’s not what I meant, I just-“
Henri laughs softly, putting her hand on Alex’s, rubbing it softly before retracting it. Alex finds that she misses the touch. She doesn’t look too much into it. “It’s okay, Alex. Yes, I like women. I guess I just never really found myself attracted to men. Not the way other girls were. It took me a while to feel confident with my sexuality, especially with…well, that doesn’t metter. But I think I’ve pretty much gotten there.”
“That’s…that’s great. Thank you for telling me.” She doesn’t really know how to respond, but Henri doesn’t seem to mind, going back to reading her book. “When you’re…when you’re done, you should lend it to me.”
Henri smiles, her eyes crinkling. “I’d be happy to. Now cmon, let’s work on the assignment. Get your laptop out.”
“It’s dead.”
“Lucky for you, I have a charger,” she states, pulling the cord out of her backpack and then looking back up at Alex. “Alex, get it out,” she chastises, laughing adorably.
They work well together, she realizes. English has never been her biggest strongsuit, but she’s fucking amazing at making PowerPoints. Growing up with Ellen Claremont made sure of it. Henri, on the other hand, seems to take to the subject like it’s breathing. She analyzes texts like she was born to do it. It’s quite impressive. Not that Alex will ever admit it to her.
She’s lived in these dorms since the beginning of the school year, yet she’s only ran into Henri maybe once or twice.
Now that they’ve become friends, though, she seems to run into her everywhere. She’s just finished her morning workout, opting to take a shower at her dorm instead of the gym, where she promptly runs into said blonde. She’s in nothing but a towel, leaning over the sink as she applies moisturizer all over her face and humming a song under her breath. She doesn’t seem to notice Alex yet, continuing her soft singing.
Alex coughs, making Henri jump, the cap of her lotion clattering in the sink as it drops. “Oh, Alex, it’s just you,” she sighs, laughing softly. “You startled me.”
“Yep, just me.” She coughs again, desperately trying to look anywhere but Henri’s long, pale legs. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Umm…I’m gonna go shower. Yeah, bye.” She rushes into the shower cubicle before Henri can say another word, leaning against the wall and letting a deep breath out. Fuck, what was that about?”
She takes one of the fastest showers she’s ever taken, scrubbing her skin roughly. She doesn’t wash her curls. They look good enough, she thinks. Henri is gone by the time she leaves the stall in her bathrobe, and she doesn’t understand the feeling in her stomach at the realization.
When she gets back into her room, her mind is stuck on the blonde and her stomach does a weird little flit that only happens when she’s horny and- what the fuck?
She can’t be horny because of Henri. It’s probably just her hormones. Maybe her period is coming. That’s an explanation, right? Whatever the reason is, she needs to get her hands in her pants right the fuck now. Not for the first time, she thanks whoever is up there looking out for her for letting her get a private room. Having a roommate would not have been fun, especially at times like this.
She pulls down her boxers that she had just put on, leaving her in a loose t-shirt that she probably stole from one of her ex boyfriends and never gave back. It's comfy, alright? She’s always preferred men’s clothing anyways.
She pulls the aforementioned shirt up over her tits and trails her hand down her torso, her fingertips leaving tickling sparks in their wake.
She tries to think of something that would usually turn her on-Harrison Ford or Paul Mescal or maybe even her dads friend Rafael who she definitely does not have a crush on. Her mind drifts back to Henri each time.
Everytime her mind conjures up an image, their face soon morphs to Henri’s-her pale skin and her hair dark from water, wrapped in a baby pink towel, water dripping down her legs.
The thought has her pressing down and rubbing her clit in tight circles. “Fuck, please,” she whispers, her hand speeding up.
Her breath is coming out in pants, heavy sighs and soft moans spilling from her lips. Despite having dried off from the shower mere minutes ago, she’s incredibly wet in between her legs, and she runs her fingers through her folds, dipping into her hole teasingly. “Fuck,” she groans.
Her left hand moves to cup her breast, twisting her hard, puffy nipple, the piercings she had gotten drunkenly one night with Nora increasing the sensitivity and making her back arch. Her fingers speed up on her clit, her moans growing louder.
She’s given up trying to redirect her thoughts, her mind now blissfully empty save for the image of Henri’s pink lips whispering absolutely filth in her ear, her accent curling around the vowels and her stupidly posh vocabulary. She wonders if Henri would talk like she does normally when she’s in bed-wonders if she’ll use words like “aforementioned” and “seemingly,” or if she’ll lose her composure completely, spewing out curses along with her moans.
“Hen-“ she breathes as she comes, her toes curling as pleasure wracks her core. Her legs shake with it, quivering and squeezing shut as she rubs herself through it, babbling nonsense that she hardly even realizes she's saying. “Fuck,” she gasps, the aftershocks flowing through her like water as they begin to dissipate.
She lays in bed panting as she comes down from her orgasm, thoughts running through her head. Fuck, she’d just gotten off to Henri . Henri, who is quickly becoming her new best friend. Henri, who is kind and smart and absolutely hilarious with her dry sense of humor and stupid little quips. Henri, who brings her coffee and offers to lend her hand he books that she goes on tangents about so that Alex can experience them too. Henri, who is very much not a man.
Henri’s objectively attractive, she reasons. She’s objectively attractive and Alex has eyes. That’s it. That’s all it is. She tells herself that same thing over and over as she pulls her boxers back on, cringing at the wetness. She lays back in her bed, sated and panting, and she groans at the realization that she will probably have to wash her hair for real now with the amount of sweat that’s collected at her hair line.
Her phone dings, a text from Henri, and she can’t help the way her face lights up when she sees the name.
“Alex!” Henri greets from across the coffee shop, nursing what Alex assumes to be tea. Henri seems to hate coffee. She really doesn’t understand how that’s even possible.
Henri is wearing jeans, a soft looking blouse tucked into the front on one side, with her hair in a sleek bun, tied with a bow of course. Alex once again envies her ability to look this fucking good with any hairstyle she wears.
“Hey Hen,” she says. She can’t help the heat that creeps up her neck when she thinks back to her post shower escapades. She focuses instead of Henri’s face, only now noticing the makeup adorning it. “I uh…I like your makeup.”
Henri’s face lights up. The makeup in question is light blue eye shadow on the inner corners with soft, brown wing attaching to both ends. “Thank you, Alex! Bea just got me a new palette and I thought I’d try it out. You should let me do yours sometime!”
Alex flushes. “Oh, yeah,” she laughs. “I’m sure that would not go over well. I don’t really look that good in makeup.”
“Nonsense! I’m sure you look great in anything. Oh, I forgot! I finished the book I was telling you about, Fingersmith, if you’d like to borrow it.” Alex is still at loss for words from the praise, and she nods her head mutely, her lips slightly parted. “Perfect, I have it right here. Tell me how you like it! Oh, and ignore my annotations.” She holds the book out for Alex, who takes it hesitantly, trying for a smile on her face.
She thinks she succeeds when Henri smiles back. “Great seeing you, Alex.”
“Uh huh,” she says, snapping herself out of it. “Um, good to see you, H.”
Henri gives her a strange look, but laughs it off, waving and walking away to get to her next class.
Henri :)
You better read the book, Alex. I will be quizzing you on it.
I’m partly joking <3
Her cheeks flush as she sends a ‘<3’ back, slamming her phone on the table before she can regret it.
The next time they hang out, Henri insists on taking Alex to her favorite falafel stand. “It’s only fair, Alex. You showed me that amazing Mexican place last week.”
Alex doesn’t know why she tries to dress up. Maybe it’s because Henri always looks so fucking put together. Yeah, that’s probably it.
She finds herself trying on her entire closet until she finally settles on an outfit-black jeans, a tank top, and her favorite leather jacket that she definitely didn’t steal from June.
Henri looks beautiful as always, wearing a pale blue dress and an off white cardigan. Her hair is tied up artistically in a silver clip that only serves to make her hair look all the more golden.
“Here it is,” she says, pointing to the food stand a few feet ahead of them. “There used to be a stand like this back in England, but since I’m not there anymore, this one will have to do. It’s almost as good, anyways.”
Henri is right. It’s really fucking good. Alex has never really had many falafels in her short-ish lifetime, but she can admit that this might just be the best one she’s tried.
She snaps a picture of the two of them eating their food, Henri looking up at the moment she presses the camera and laughing at the shot. “Alex, that’s an awful photograph,” she complains.
“That’s impossible, Hen. You’re fucking gorgeous.” Henri’s cheeks turn bright pink at the compliment, and Alex’s heart pounds in her chest.
They walk around the city as the sun begins to set, and Alex can’t help but take photos of Henri in the golden hour light, her blue eyes standing out with the orange rays against her face.
To: 2 geniuses and Alex
*four attachments*
Irl chaos demon
simp
Bug
Have fun!
Tell Henri to give me a hair tutorial
WAIT, IS THAT MY JACKET?
Alex
….no
Bug
Alex, you said you didn’t know where it was.
Alex
youre seeing things, bug. get ur eyes checked.
Bug
I pretty much *cried* to you about that jacket.
irl chaos demon
June is too smart to fall for your gaslighting, Alejandra
Alex snorts, putting her phone back in her pocket and turning to Henri who’s currently looking up at the stars that have begun to come out.
A soft smile forms on her face as Henri turns around to look at her. “My dad used to show me the stars when I was younger. He bought me a telescope for my seventh birthday, took me outside, and taught me to look for Orion.” Her smile turns sad. “I like to look for it when I’m missing him.”
“Hen…”
“I’m sorry, I completely ruined the mood-“
“No, Hen. It’s okay. Really. Your dad… he’s a part of you. And I want to know all of you. Don’t feel bad for talking about him.” Henri’s eyes meet hers from where they were staring at the ground, searching her face like she's trying to find any semblance of a lie. When she doesn’t find one, her lips quirk upwards slightly.
“Thank you, Alex.”
“All I’m saying is that Kiera Knightley is hotter than him,” Henri whines, pointing to the screen where Pirates of the caribbean is playing.
“Yeah, but you don’t even like guys!” Alex explains as she throws her hands in the air. “Orlando Bloom is sexy as fuck.”
“Yes, but I have eyes. He’s conventionally attractive, but she’s an absolute goddess.”
Henri takes a swig of vodka and lets her words sink in for Alex.
She laughs against the bottle as Alex splutters. “What! How can you say that? That beauty is not just conventional.” Alex takes the bottle from her hands and throws her head back, hissing at the burn in her throat. “This is unfair,” she starts again when she’s stopped coughing. “Nora would agree with me.”
“No, she wouldn’t. I’ve had this conversation with her already.”
“Hey!” Alex says.
Henri throws her hands up in surrender, laughing. “It’s the truth!”
“It’s a stupid truth,” she huffs, grumbling to herself, and she can feel Henri’s eyes on the side of her head.
There’s a pleasant buzz in her system from the alcohol, and she’s leaning against the wall behind her bed, Henri propped up in her elbows beside her as they watch the movie. She feels floaty and fuzzy around the edges as they sit in comfortable silence, the sounds of sword fighting creating a soft ambiance in the background.
“Can't believe you’ve never seen this movie before,” Alex jokes, nudging Henri’s side teasingly.
“Gran never allowed us much television. She believed it to be a ‘creation of evil made to rot children’s brains ,’” she replies with air quotes and a high pitched overly British accent. Alex can’t help but snort, making Henri smile in return.
“No offense, but your Gran sounds awful.”
“She is. I used to think the disdain I felt for her would dissipate as I got older, but it has only grown with age. It’s not as if she likes me very much either. Not before, but especially not after she found out that I prefer kissing women.”
Alex’s heart clenches at Henri’s humorless laugh, and she takes another sip of the vodka from the bottle in her hand. “You don’t deserve that, H. And hey, you’re out from under her bony ass finger now. You can be free,” she says, chuckling at her own tipsy words. “You can go and-and date whoever you want. And fuck whoever you want. Wait, is that what you guys call it? Fucking?”
Henri snorts. “Yes, Alex. That works.”
“Yeah, so-so you can go and get a date and you don’t have to hide anymore.”
“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea, Alex.” Alex sits up from where she’s leaning against the wall, turning so that she’s face to face with Henri.
“Well why not?” She asks, the alcohol sloshing in the bottle that she still hasn’t let go.
Henri sighs. “I’m…I’m quite caught up with someone at the moment.”
“What? You have a girlfriend? Hen what the fuck, why didn’t you tell me?”
“No, Alex.” Henri looks uncomfortable all of a sudden.
“What, you have a boyfriend? Aren’t you a lesbian? I mean, no judgement but-“
“Christ you’re as thick as it gets,” she says, effectively cutting off Alex’s word vomit. Her small hands move to hold Alex’s cheeks and all of a sudden, Henri’s kissing her, her smooth, plump lips, sticky from lipgloss meeting Alex’s slightly chapped ones.
Alex is stock still for a total of three seconds before she’s kissing back, their lips moving in tandem, Alex’s hands coming up to grab Henri’s hair and fuck, it’s even softer than it looks.
It doesn’t last long, Henri pulling away with wide, frantic eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispers breathily, not meeting Alex’s eyes and slinging her bag over her shoulder. She’s on her feet in an instant, fleeing the scene and leaving Alex alone with her jumbled thoughts.
Okay, here’s the thing:
Alex loves lists. Lists are her best friend. Lists allow her to get her thoughts down into one place. They allow her to sort through her frazzled brain and make sense of it all. They can be used for anything, varying from a grocery list to a pros and cons of getting back with my ex list. She only had to do that second one once, but it did help her realize how much of a douche said ex was, so in her eyes, lists are her fucking savior.
All this to say that, when in doubt, she makes a list, which is exactly what she’s doing now. She doesn’t really have a title for this list. She doesn’t really know where it’s really even going. She simply picks up her notepad and puts her pen to the paper, allowing it to take the lead.
Facts, she titles it.
- Henri kissed me
- I kissed her back
- I like men. I’m sexually attracted to men
- Henri in a towel made me cum my brains out
- The thing with Lia back in high school might not have just been purely platonic
- I probably owe her an apology
- Henri ran away the second she realized what she did
- Henri probably regrets it
She crosses the last one out. It’s not a fact, she tells herself. Focus on the facts.
She throws the pad of paper down on the bed, standing up and pacing around the room, hands in her hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mutters under her breath. Tears prickle at her waterline, threatening to spill. She won’t freak out. She can’t.
She doesn’t know what she’s feeling. Confusion, maybe? Definitely confusion. Hurt. Anger. She’s fucking pissed at Henri for leaving her to deal with this… whatever the fuck this is. Her lips are still tingling from where Henri’s had been minutes before, and she brings a finger up to touch them. Maybe if she tried hard enough, it would help her figure out what the fucking fuck is going on.
She grabs her computer on a whim, plopping back onto her bed and pulling it open. The keys click as she types in her password and opens up to Safari, typing in the website she’s been avoiding since she saw Henri in her towel a few weeks ago.
A large green ‘start’ button pops up on the screen, and she takes a breath before pressing on it, the screen loading for a few moments before the first question appears.
Have you ever made out with someone of the same sex?
She doesn’t hesitate before clicking “ yes! I liked it.”
She goes through the quiz faster than she expected to. She adds one more fact to her list that night.
- I’m bisexual.
Those eight letters glare back at her while her heart pounds in her chest.
Bisexual. She stares at the word, hoping it will give her some kind of understanding of how the fuck she’s feeling. She needs to understand. Another thing about Alex is that she doesn't do well with not being in control of her feelings. A tear slips down her cheek.
“How did you know you were into girls?” she asks the second she bustles into Nora's apartment at 6am the next morning. It’s not like she’ll be sleeping anyways. She’s downed an entire pot of coffee already and is practically jumping off the walls, hangover no where to be found.
Nora hardly looks up from her laptop when she answers. “Touched a boob and liked it. Why?”
Alex gives no answer, and after a minute of silence, they clicking of Nora’s keyboard stops, and she turns around to face Alex. “Spill, Alejandra.” She says.
“That’s not my name and you know it,” she says, flicking Nora’s head.
“You can always leave.” She starts turning back to her computer. “I’m in the middle of something anyways.”
“Nora,” she whines, grabbing her arm.
“What?” She asks dryly.
“Henri kissed me,” she whispers.
“Oh my god, finally. Details, cmon,”
Alex’s eyes widen. “What do you mean finally?” she squeaks.
“June and I have been waiting for this to happen since you guys started talking. Actually, kind of before that-“
“What?” Alex cuts in. “How’d you even know she was gay?”
The look Nora gives her screams ‘you’re an idiot,’ her brows raised and her head tipped down. “Dude, it’s fucking obvious. Also, she’s out. And she stares at you like you’ve hung the moon.”
She flushes slightly. “Yeah, well, I don't think so. She ran away immediately and hasn’t answered my texts.”
“She’s probably embarrassed, Alex. You are- were?- straight, after all.”
“I don’t… I dont think I am,” she whispers, and Nora’s eyes soften.
“That’s okay, Alex. You don’t have to know-“
“I’m bisexual.”
“-what you-oh. Welcome to the club, asshole.”
A weight feels like it’s been lifted from her chest.
When she’s back at her own room, she notices the book Henri had lent her sitting on the desk, small sticky notes in different shades of pinks and purples sticking out the sides artistically. She grabs her phone from her pocket.
To: Henri :)
henri, can we please talk about it
please
r u seriously not gonna talk to me
hen I just wanna know you’re okay
can we just study together? i need help with english and you’re really good at it
we don’t have to talk
you can’t just avoid me forever, hen
When she gets no answer, she opens the book and starts reading.
Despite what she said, Henri actually can avoid her forever, and she seems hellbent on trying to. She isn’t in class the next day or the next, and she doesn’t run into her on the weekend either. It seems like she’s either memorized Alex’s schedule so that they don’t run into each other, or she hasn’t left her room in four days.
Henri can’t skip school forever though, and she’s eventually back, claiming to be sick when the professor asks her how she’s doing. It’s a load of bullshit.
The 6th day of Henri ignoring her, Alex has thrown all her fucks out the window and corners her in the bathroom after Dr. Gupta’s class. It's so similar to the time Henri did the same when they first became friends.
Henri speaks without even turning around, somehow knowing Alex is behind her without her having to announce her presence. “I know I owe you an explanation-“
“Shut all the way up,” Alex huffs, storming up to her, spinning her around, and tugging her in for a kiss
Henri pushes Alex back, putting distance between them as her brain tries to catch up. “Wait a minute-“ Henri starts, but the second she stares into Alex’s eyes, she lets out a breath, pulling her back in.
Alex pushes Henri against one of the stalls, making the door fly backwards, banging against the wall and causing them to stumble forward.
They break into a fit of laughter before Alex kisses her again, crowding her against the sink this time, hitching the blonde’s leg up around her from where she’s pushed against the counter. The sound of the door opening has them jumping back, Alex to the towel dispenser, pretending to dry her hands, and Henri to the sink, pretending to pump soap onto hers. The person who had just walked in, who just so happens to be Dr. Gupta, eyes them suspiciously. “Everything alright in here? Thought I heard a bang.”
“Nope, all good,” Alex says, giving an awkward thumbs up.
“Uh huh,” she says. She sounds like she doesn’t even believe them for a second, but leaves after that. Alex can’t help but think she looks amused.
They girls break out into laughter the second the door shuts, and Alex leans against the wall with her hand over her face, muffling her giggles. When they subside, Alex checks her phone and groans inwardly. “I gotta get to class,” she says regretfully.
Henri nods her head, fiddling with her fingers like she doesn’t know what to do next.
“Meet me at my dorm at 4?” Alex asks, breaking the silence. Her voice comes out more insecure than she means it to, but Henri doesn’t seem to mind, a soft smile spreading against her face as she nods.
Alex gives her one last kiss before pulling way, moving to the door.
“Bye, Alex,” Henri whispers, touching her lip as if she can still feel Alex’s kiss.
“See ya, princess.”
When Henri gets to her dorm that afternoon, it feels just like normal, and Alex can’t help but sigh happily. She’s missed this this past week.
“Don’t fuckin ghost me again, H,” Alex says out of the blue. They’re watching a documentary for one of their classes-well, Henri is watching it. Alex is about to fall asleep with how fucking boring it is. Henri pauses the video, turning around to the side to face Alex.
“I’m sorry.” She looks like she genuinely feels bad, and it makes Alex’s heart twist.
“You can talk to me, okay? You don’t have to run.”
“I know that now. But I think, if you’re okay with it, I’d rather do something that does not include talking.” Her eyes glint with mischief, and Alex immediately catches on, smirking.
“Yeah?” Henri nods her head, and Alex sets the computer on the floor and flips them over in record time, now sitting so that Henri is straddling her lap. “This better, sweetheart?”
She kisses her in response, and Alex is immediately smiling into it, her hands falling to the small of Henri’s back, moving up and down her spine before one of them falls to her ass, squeezing just softly enough that it can be played off as teasing. Henri groans into the kiss, pulling Alex impossibly closer. Their lips part for a moment, the blonde simply breathing against her mouth. “Is this alright?” She asks.
Alex nods her head, her eyes blown. “Yes,” she breathes.
A feeling that she cannot explain blossoms in Alex’s chest, and it only intensifies as Henri presses their lips together once more. For a long moment, she simply enjoys the feeling of their lips moving together in sync, the way Henri’s hands hold her neck and keep her in place and the touch of her fluttering eyelashes against her cheek. She breathes in deeply through her nose, and the specific scent of Henri fills her nose, tickling her nostrils with the sweet, floral undertones. It’s incredibly sexy, she thinks, as a shiver runs through her body when Henri’s teeth scrape her bottom lip, her tongue running across to soothe the bite. It didn’t take long for her to realize that Henri is silently asking for permission, and she parts her lips in invitation.
Henri teases at first, nibbling her lip once more, scratching her teeth over the skin delicately. It makes Alex groan, her hands reaching to tangle in Henri’s hair, making the girl moan softly in return.
The waiting eventually becomes too much and Alex deepens the kiss, her tongue licking into Henri’s mouth.
Henri returns the kiss with the same ferocity, and god, Alex never stood a chance.
“Um, wait, Alex. I have to tell you something,” Henri whispers, pulling back from where she was previously leaning against Alex, kissing like their lives depended on it.
“What’s up, baby?” The way Henri shivers at the pet name makes Alex smirk, and she files the piece of information away for later.
“Um. I don’t know how far you wanna take it tonight. But I just-I need to tell you something.” Henri is fiddling with her fingers, looking shy with her cheeks flushed, and Alex thinks it’s one of the cutest things ever.
“Go ahead.”
“When I. When I…y’know.” Alex raises a brow. She doesn’t know, actually, though she has a feeling she might have an idea. “When I cum… I…make a mess.” Henri is blushing brightly, her cheeks pink, almost red, as her eyes study Alex to see if she understands.
Alex licks her lips. “Baby, are you saying you’re a squirter?”
Henri slaps Alex’s chest and then falls into it, covering her face. “You don’t have to be so crude .”
Alex huffs a laugh, her arms wrapping around her as Henri snuggles into her lap. “Just sayin’ it how it is, sweetheart.”
Henri whines, tucking her face into the crook of Alex’s neck. Alex’s previous arousal suddenly increases by a tenfold, and she can’t help but tease. Anything to get that reaction again. “You gonna make a mess for me?”
Henri’s mouth parts against her neck, her breathing picking up, and she squeezes her legs together around Alex’s thigh, who’s hand falls to her hip in return, squeezing roughly against the soft skin.
“Yeah? Are you? All over my hand? Or maybe…maybe I’ll get my mouth on you, make you cum all over my face. Would you like that?” Henri practically sobs into Alex’s shoulder, grinding against her thigh and setting a steady pace. Alex groans quietly. “Fuck, who knew you were so desperate for it? You just sit in the library, your nose in a book. You hardly talk-hardly let your feelings break through your mask.” Henri’s speed picks up, pushing her hips down harder as Alex flexes her legs, making the blonde whimper. She’s wearing a skirt, which only leaves her underwear and Alex’s shorts separating them. “Who would have known that underneath all of that shy persona of yours, you’re really just a fucking slut.”
It slips out before she can think any better of it, and she worries for a second that she’s gone too far, but then Henri moans loudly, grinding her clit down desperately on Alex’s leg, her thighs beginning to quiver.
“Fuck, you like that? You like being a slut? Being my slut?” Henri nods her head rapidly, her eyes squeezed shut and her head lolled back.
Alex can tell she’s close-can see the way her thighs tremble and her breathing picks up, the way her moans get higher in pitch and her mouth falls open as her rhythm falters. That just won’t do, she decides. “Stop.”
Henri’s eyes fly open, her movement stilling. “Wh-what?”
“You’re not going to cum yet,” Alex decides. “Not until I say.”
“But-but I was close,” she whispers.
“Yeah, cause you’re a fucking slut.” Henri lets out a shaky breath, eyes squeezing shut again as she lets out a breath through her nose, trying to calm down. “But I don’t want you to cum yet. Not like that.” Henri nods, her pupils blown wide enough that there’s only a tiny ring of blue around them. Alex flips them before Henri realizes what’s happening, making her squeak as she’s manhandled onto her back,
Alex pulls her shirt off in an instant, leaving her in her long jean shorts and black sports bra as she kneels over Henri. She’s not shy, and she doesn’t need compliments. She knows she looks good, she works out enough to make sure of it, but the look Henri gives her makes her insides fluttery and weird and she kind of wants to experience this all the fucking time.
Henri’s jaw drops, and it takes Alex a second to realize exactly where Henri’s eyes have fallen. She honestly forgot about it- it being her pierced nipples that are currently hard and showing through the fabric of her bra, along with the jewelry adorning them. Henri’s look can only be described as pure hunger. “Holy shit,” the blonde breathes.
“You like ‘em?”
“I-please,” Henri begs, her hands scrabbling at Alex’s back to try and pull her closer, much to her amusement.
“Yeah? Wanna see?” Henri’s eyebrows raise as she nods her head, her bottom lip in between her teeth. “Okay, baby. Just for you.” She pulls the bra over her head smoothly, tossing it to the side along with her shirt and grabbing her breasts in each hand, squeezing them together slightly in a way that she knows looks incredibly sexy. She may or may not have practiced in the mirror before her first hookup. Sue her, okay?
Henri’s eyes widen impossibly, her hands reaching out to stroke the light brown skin of her tits, replacing Alex’s hands with her own. She squeezes softly, like she’s testing to see Alex’s reactions, and Alex bites her lip, a moan falling from them when Henri’s thumb rubs over her nipple, and in result, the piercings. Henri is leaning up and sucking on her right nipple before she can say another word, and Alex throws her head back in pleasure. The piercings fucking hurt to get done , especially because they were already so sensitive even without the jewelry, but once they healed, the sensitivity increased by a tenfold. “Fuck, baby,” she groans, her hand resting in the back of Henri’s head. “Feel so good.”
After a few minutes of the blonde absolutely worshipping her tits, she pulls back, admiring the red and purple bruises now covering the skin.
“You need to get naked. Like, now,” Alex says, because she really, really needs to see Henri’s skin. Immediately. She stands up quickly, pulling off her bottoms and leaving her in her black boyshorts.
She looks up just in time to see Henri pull off her bralette, but she immediately curls in on herself slightly, looking up at Alex from where she’s lying under her. She’s chewing on her lip, looking nervous and insecure, but Alex can’t help but think this is the hottest thing he has ever seen. Henri’s tits are small and round, a nice handful, and perky and incredibly sexy and fuck , how did she ever think she was straight? She crawls back into her stop on top of Henri just as she begins speaking, her voice small and meek.
"Sorry they're not exactly-"
"Put them in my face,” Alex rushes out.
"-big- What?" She squeaks. Her eyes are wide as saucers.
"Put. Them. In my face,” she repeats, pausing after each word to get her point across. Henri chokes on her breath, a soft whine spilling from her lips.
Henri arches her chest and Alex sticks her face right in between, breathing in the scent of her. Her lips latch onto the left breast, sucking the skin in between them and bruising it as Henri’s head falls back.
She leaves hickeys everywhere, and Henri seems to fucking love it. She’s moaning loudly, her hips thrusting up to try and get some sort of friction where she’s aching between her legs. Alex thinks she might have died and gone to heaven.
She kisses a path down her slightly squishy stomach, leaving bruises in her wake, and her hands trail down Henri’s sides, finding their home on her soft thighs as she reaches her destination (Said destination being the waistline of her skirt.) She looks up at the blonde for confirmation, and she nods, her eyes blown and lips parted.
Henri exhales a breath as Alex pulls down her light pink skirt slowly, leaving her in her panties and revealing miles upon miles of smooth, pale skin. “You’re beautiful.” Henri whimpers, squirming under Alex’s gaze. “What, you don’t believe me?” Alex laughs, her eyes crinkling with it.
“Shut up,” she whispers.
“Hmm.” Alex lowers her gaze to where Henri is covered by her panties. God, even her underwear is disgustingly attractive- light blue and made of fancy looking lace with a tiny bow on the top. Alex isn’t complaining. Not when Henri is under her looking like pure fucking sin.
Alex drops her head down to kiss Henri’s pelvis, the blonde’s breath catching in her throat. “Can I?”
“It’s may I-ow!” Alex had pinched the inside of her thigh, and Henri glares down at her.
“ May I?”
“Yes.”
Alex’s tongue finds her clit through the fabric, sucking on it softly and groaning when she realizes she can actually fucking taste her through it. The pale blue of material has turned dark with both Alex’s spit and Henri’s own arousal, and Alex might just drool. “Can I take them off?”
“Uh huh,” she breathes, eyes dark with lust.
Alex pulls the fabric down her legs slowly, admiring every single part of the woman in front of her. Once again, she really doesn’t know how the fuck she ever thought she was straight.
Henri is absolutely dripping, and Alex can’t help it when her eyes zero in on her pussy, her breath catching in her throat when she sees the soaked pink skin. She’s completely bare, waxed, maybe, and the sight is breathtaking. “Fuck,” she curses. Henri’s fucking sexy. Like, obviously she knew that-the blonde is literally one of the prettiest people she’s ever seen in her entire life. Her hair is long and thick, usually put back into braids with little ribbon bows holding them together. Her lips are absolutely sinful, always looking like they’ve been kissed and bitten for hours on end with how pink and puffy they are. Her body has made it into many of Alex’s far from innocent dreams, and don’t even get her started on her whip smart, extremely addictive personality. So yes, Henri is beautiful inside and out.
But now, as Henri is sitting here with her legs spread, her cunt glistening and her clit poking out through her folds, Alex can’t help but think that nothing and no one will ever have the ability to turn her on more than this. Alex is starting to become convinced that Henri might have been sent to earth just to torture her with her beauty.
“Alex,” Henri whispers, breaking her from her daze.
“Holy fuck, baby. you’re fucking perfect.” Henri shivers at the praise, a high whimper clawing its way out from the back of her throat as she spreads her legs the slightest bit more. Alex groans, her hands falling to Henri’s inner thighs to open them even wider.
Henri’s cheeks flush red at being so exposed, and it makes Alex’s eyes darken further. “I’ve, uh, never done this before. So tell me if it’s awful, yeah?”
“Alex, you don’t have to-“
“Trust me, baby. I really, really want to. Feel free to pull my hair.” It’s the last thing she says before diving straight into it, her mouth closing around Henri’s clit, sucking gently. Henri moans loudly and she thrashes on the bed, her thighs clamping around Alex’s head as she pulses her tongue. She tries to think back to the times she’s gotten head, tries to remember how they did it, how they swirled their tongue, how they moved their fingers.
Henri tastes sweet, slightly tangy, and it’s fucking intoxicating. She thinks she could get addicted to this.
She buries her face in Henri’s pussy, slurping the wetness that is spilling out of her like it’s water and she’s stranded on a desert. Henri is moaning and whimpering underneath her, her head thrown back and her chest heaving as her legs clench and unclench around Alex’s head, keeping her in place as she suckles on her clit. “Fuck, so good. You’re so good, Alex.”
Alex can feel herself get wetter at those words alone, and when Henri pulls on her hair, she can’t help but grind on the bed beneath her.
The pleasant sting of the blonde’s long, manicured fingernails on her scalp has her groaning around Henri’s clit, which makes her buck up into her mouth as a result, shouting a curse. “I’m close. So close, Alex. So-“
Alex slowly slides a long finger inside of her and Henri is done for, squirting around the digit as Alex rubs her clit aggressively with her other hand and opens her mouth to catch Henri’s cum. Henri is letting out guttural moans, her legs quivering and clamping rhythmically around Alex’s face.
Alex is in literal heaven on earth as Henri comes all over her face, her sweet moans filling the room like a symphony. She wants to bottle up the sound and hear it over and over for the rest of her life.
Henri pants as the aftershocks dissipate while Alex rubs her through them, and eventually she’s grabbing Alex by her shaggy curls, pulling her head up and away from her pussy when she gets too sensitive.
Alex would have been happy to make her cum again and again, but apparently Henri has a different plan.
“Sit on my face,” the blonde demands, and Alex chokes.
“Fuck, are you sure?”
“Please,” she breathes, and Alex is tearing off her own panties and seating herself over Henri’s face in record time. Henri’s hands find her hips, pulling them down so that she’s no longer hovering, but completely sitting on her lips. Her hot, wet mouth on Alex’s clit is intoxicating, and she can’t help the moan that falls from her lips and Henri sucks it into her mouth.
In the back of her mind, Alex thinks that she should be jealous of whenever taught Henri to eat pussy this well, but she can’t even bring herself to care when those talents are being used on her-the pulsing of her tongue taking over her senses. Henri’s nails are digging into her sides, guiding her movements so that she’s practically humping her nose, her tongue dipping into her hole and collecting the wetness gathering there. Her breath catches in her throat when Henri brings a well manicured finger up to rub at her clit, varying in pressure and working in a rhythm that makes Alex wonder how she knows exactly how to make her fall apart.
A moan tears from her throat and her hips jerk wildly as a jolt of pleasure runs through her. She’s close-she can feel it in her core, the building pressure or her impending orgasm.
“Baby, I’m close,” she gasps, and Henri moans into her cunt, speeding up and fucking her tongue into Alex’s hole as her hand flies over her clit. It has Alex grunting, her hands falling to Henri’s hair and pulling her up so that her mouth is directly on her clit. “More,” she breathes. Henri sucks obediently, moaning into her cunt as she does so, and it’s enough to have Alex coming on her face, circling her hips on Henri’s tongue as she rides through her climax.
“Fuck,” she says the second she dismounts herself from where she was sat, flopping on the bed next to the blonde. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”
Henri laughs, tucking her face into Alex’s neck. “You weren’t too bad yourself. Are you absolutely positive that you haven’t done that before?”
They lay there in comfortable silence, naked and sated, as Alex plays with Henri’s hair like she’s been wanting to do for fucking ever.
Henri sits up all of a sudden, grabbing her underwear from where it’s hanging off the bed and sliding it up her legs. The rolls of her stomach as she hunches over are about to make Alex fucking drool. “I should…”
“I wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime,” Alex says, cutting Henri off.
Henri is half way through pulling on her bralette, sitting on Alex’s bed in just her soaked panties and socks. She smiles. “Of course, Alex. But…we should keep things casual, y’know?”
“Of course,” she mimics. She doesn’t understand why her heart clenches. “You sure you don’t wanna just stay?”
Her head pops out through her shirt that she’s just pulled on. “I should probably get back to my room. I promised Kelsey that I’d water her plants. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Alex nods, still lounging naked on the bed. “Yeah, I’ll see you. Bye, Hen.”
Henri waves sweetly, opening the door and slipping behind it. Alex falls into a deep sleep soon after, a smile on her face.
To: Bug
im bi
From: Bug
Proud of you, little sis
Nora says she’s buying you a pride flag
I’m pretty sure she used my card to do it so you better put it up
To: Bug
shut up
…but okay
“Did you two finally figure it out?” Nora asks, tossing a chip in her mouth from where she’s lounging on top of June on their couch.
“We’re just fucking,” she says, plopping down next to them. The couch really isn’t big enough for three, but Nora is practically melting into June, so honestly, it’s more like 2 and a half.
“Uh huh. And there’s nothing else there?” Nora asks, chewing the chip obnoxiously loud in June’s ear.
“ Please, don’t give the details,” June adds in. “Stop it!” she groans, pushing Nora onto Alex, making her squeal.
“She wants to keep it casual. It’s fine,” she says, dodging the bag of chips that Nora drops as she pushes herself back up and onto June.
“You hate casual sex,” Nora says.
Well, yeah, she does. But this is different. “Yeah, but it’s Henri. It’s fine,” she repeats.
“Hopeless,” June mutters under her breath. Nora tosses another chip in her mouth, crunching it loudly. “Nora I’m going to kill you.”
“Alex, hold still,” Henri laughs, her hand holding Alex’s face and swiping a brush covered in eyeshadow over her eyelid.
“How do you do this everyday, it’s so boring.” Okay, she might also have undiagnosed ADHD, which makes her struggle to sit fucking still, but Henri doesn’t have to know that.
“Shut up, you cretin. You said you'd let me practice on you.”
“Yeah, but I thought it’d take like… two minutes tops.”
Henri rolls her eyes, dipping the thin brush back into the pallet to collect more of the color on it.
All of a sudden, she puts the brush down, pulling something else out of her light purple makeup bag. “What’s that?” Alex asks as Henri takes the cap off of what looks like a pen.
“Eyeliner. Don’t move.” She has a look of complete concentration as she brings the pen back up to her lid, and Alex can’t stop fucking staring at her.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Henri chastises, trying to focus on applying eyeliner to Alex’s waterline. She fights to keep her eyes open.
“Can’t help it baby, you’re beautiful.”
Henri flushes. “Flatterer. Cmon, stop blinking.”
Alex blinks about ten times just to see the glare on Henri’s face.
When she looks in the small, handheld mirror Henri provides her with, she almost gasps. She looks…she looks really fucking good. Henri is smiling when Alex meets her eyes. “You look gorgeous.”
Alex scoffs, though a hot flush rises in her cheeks. “Who’s the flatterer now?”
Her lipstick is smudged by the time she leaves Henri’s room that night.
-
To: Hen 💕
can i come over?
From: Hen 💕
Are you trying to get fresh with me?
Alex cackles, making the barista look at her strangely. She apologizes quickly, still snickering.
To: Hen 💕
youd be able to tell if i was, baby
im getting u tea from the place u like
From: Hen 💕
I will be back at the dorms in ten minutes. Bring me a muffin and I just might consider letting you in my room.
“Alex,” Henri whispers, her voice breathless.
“Hmm?” Alex asks, looking up from the book she’s reading for class. Henri is curled on her chest, her eyes, previously closed, are now wide open. She kind of reminds Alex of a cat.
“I’m-do you-“ she pauses, her cheeks flushing.
“Baby, English, please,” she says, feigning disinterest.
“Oh, sod off,” she mumbles into Alex’s shirt, and her head moves with Alex’s laughter.
She starts to sit up. “Alright, I guess I’ll just-“
“No, stay,” Henri begs, and Alex laughs with amusement, settling back down into the position she was previously in, Henri curling back up against her.. “I want you,” she finally says.
Alex’s heart jumps in her chest. “Yeah? What d’you want, sweetheart?” Her hands start caressing Henri’s sides gently, making her shiver and nuzzle further into Alex.
“I-“ she cuts off when Alex’s hand finds its way under her skirt, cupping her through her panties. “ Oh.”
She presses down on her clit the best she can at the awkward angle they are in, but it’s enough to have Henri whimper, mouthing at her neck. “Yeah? You want my hand?”
“N-no. Want you on me.” Alex’s eyes widen, her lips parting. “Want you to-want to get off together.”
“Holy fuck. Take off your clothes, princess.” Henri whines at the nickname, the one that was previously used for rude remarks and teasing. Henri pulls off her tank top quickly. She isn’t wearing a bra today, and Alex is both incredibly envious of her ability to forgo the extra support, and also incredibly turned on at the same time. “Shit. So fuckin’ sexy.”
Her skirt goes next, leaving her in only her panties, a lacy pink this time, and the sight has Alex dripping in her underwear. She makes quick work of her own clothes, leaving her in the same state of undress as the blonde, and Alex looks her directly in the eyes through her lashes as she pulls her last article of clothing down. Henri’s mouth all but waters at the sight of Alex, and it makes her preen at the attention.
She had shaved recently, leaving only a neat strip of hair above her cunt, and Henri seems to think it’s the absolutely sexiest thing she’s ever seen as she runs her hands through it, touching Alex’s clit with every pass. “Fuck, baby. How do you wanna do this?”
“You on top,” she pants as Alex sucks on her neck.
“Pillow princess,” she murmurs, nipping at Henri’s ear. Henri flushes, and Alex flips them over with ease, hovering over the blonde and leaning down by her ear. “You want me to do all the work? You just gonna sit back and look pretty?”
Henri whines, making Alex huff a laugh.
“Can I take these off, Princess?” She asks, tugging at the waistline of Henri’s panties.
“Uh huh.” She’s already so far gone and Alex has barely even started. She pulls off the offending article quickly, tossing it to the side and settling herself back over Henri.
She adjusts Henri’s legs so that one of them is over hers, her other leg over her opposite one, and lowers down so that her wet cunt is on Henri’s.
The blonde’s head lolls back at the sensation, her brows scrunched up in pleasure as Alex’s clit rubs over hers. Alex thinks this might be the most erotic thing she’s ever done with anyone. It’s exhilarating.
She’s only seen this done in porn, (Yes, she watched lesbian porn. She was curious, alright?) but she didn’t realize it would feel this fucking good.
Henri is whining loudly, and Alex wishes she could hear all the pretty noises the blonde has to offer, but sadly, they are in a college dorm that’s made of very thin walls. “Gotta stay quiet, sweetheart. You don’t want everyone to hear you, do you? Don’t want them know what a fucking slut you are.”
“N-no,” she pants, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as Alex rolls her hips against hers.
“One day, we’ll find a place where you can let out all your pretty little noises. You’re always so responsive-always so loud. Wish I could listen.”
Henri whines into her fist, trying to match Alex’s motions, but the position doesn’t allow her much movement. She finally manages to rock her hips in little thrusts, their clits rubbing together and giving Alex the friction she’d been craving. She groans softly, looking down to see their cunts grinding together. The sight is fucking obscene and she has to will herself not to cum. She won’t. Not before Henri does.
Alex’s hips start to pick up the pace, moving faster and dropping more weight down onto Henri, making her moan into her fist once more. Wet sounds, along with Henri’s poorly concealed whimpers, fill the room, and Alex leans forward the slightest bit, pushing her hand against the base of Henri’s throat in warning. The blonde’s eyes widen and she throws her head back, the column of her neck on full display, still covered in hickeys that Alex had left the previous day. It’s incredibly sexy if Alex does say so herself. There’s hardly any pressure behind her hand, but just the thought of her fingers wrapped around her throat seems to throw Henri over the edge, and she’s squirting all over Alex’s pussy, sending her over as well.
Alex grinds into Henri, helping her ride out their simultaneous orgasm, only stopping when Henri hisses at the oversensitivity.
The lazy smile Henri gives her is enough to make her stomach flutter. She’s completely and utterly fucked.
She finds herself falling for Henri harder each time they see each other.
She’s falling for her when they go to the bookstore, Henri forces her to buy a book because it’s absolutely amazing and she ‘ needs to read it.’
“Can’t I just borrow yours?” Alex complains as they get in the short line.
Henri flushes. “Er. There are annotations in there. Come on, you’re up.” She nudges her toward the checkout counter. She doesn’t understand why Henri is being weird about it. She’s borrowed her books before, annotations included, with no problem.
She’s falling for her when Henri is editing Alex’s paper.
“This is amazing Alex. I told you you’re brilliant.”
“Yeah?” Alex flushes.
“Yeah. You’re amazing.”
She’s falling when they have sex, when Henri grabs onto her hand as she comes, making a mess of the towel that Alex had laid out underneath her.
“So good, Alex. So good to me.”
She’s falling more and more everyday. She can’t say she’s complaining.
It was always rather inevitable, really.
She has to tell her. She has to come clean. There’s no other way around it. She thinks back to the advice her dad gave her when she went through her first heartbreak.
“Sometimes you just have to jump and hope you’re not standing on a cliff.” Obviously she was standing on a cliff that time, because it didn’t work out. It’s different this time, she thinks.
She’s ready to jump.
She's walking to Henri’s room when she notices the door already cracked open, voices being carried through the crack.
“No Percy, It’s not going to work,” Henri is saying. She can’t help but listen in. She’s always been a little too nosy for her own good.
“Hazza-“
“It’s casual, Pez. We’re casual. We agreed on that. Nothing more. We’re not like that.” Alex is frozen still, her lips parted and her eyes wide.
“But-“ Pez interjects.
“ No. We aren’t and will never be like that. The feelings just aren’t there.”
Oh. It fucking stings. Her heart sinks in her chest like a plummet. Henri doesn’t feel the same.
The conversation continues, but Alex has completely checked out, willing the tears not to fall. She won’t cry.
She doesn’t wait to hear anything else Henri says, doesn’t want to, instead turning on her heel and walking on the opposite direction.
The mascara that Henri had given her is running down her cheeks when she returns to her room.
“I think we should stop this,” Alex says the second Henri walks into the room the next day. Her eyes are dry from crying herself to sleep and her chest fucking hurts, but she knows if she doesn’t do this now, she never will.
Besides, if she never stops this, then Henri will. She doesn’t think she can handle the outright rejection. Henri won’t leave her if she leaves first.
The blonde stops in her tracks, brows furrowing. “What?”
Alex takes a deep breath. She can do this . “This… thing between us. We need to stop.”
“Oh,” is all Henri says. “Okay. If that’s what you want.”
Alex doesn’t understand why Henri seems so upset. It’s casual. She said so herself on multiple occasions.
“Yeah. It is.” They sit in silence for a while, Henri fiddling with her rings like she always does when she’s anxious or uncomfortable-anytime her feelings become too much. It’s something Alex has noticed since the beginning.
Its Henri who eventually breaks the silence. “I just realized I have to call Bea. We’ll study another time, yeah?”
“Oh, but-“ Henri is out of the room before she can even finish her sentence.
Henri has been ignoring her for days. Calls, texts, emails, they all go unanswered. She doesn’t understand.
To: Henri Fox
henri pick up the phone
you haven’t talked to me in days
pls just talk to me
do you wanna study?
hen, cmon
i don’t understand what i did wrong
jm sprry henru
idk wjat i dod
pleade
She’s high. she just wants the feelings to stop for a bit and there’s a guy in her class who smokes joints like they’re vitamins who happily supplied her with one after she flirted just a bit. It felt wrong, flirting with someone other than Henri, that is. She tried to ignore it.
Apparently, though, taking an edible was a bad idea, because now all she can think about is Henri. Her mind is working on overdrive to try and figure out where the fuck it all went wrong.
Her vision is blurry and her eyes are dry and she just wants her fucking best friend back.
After a week of lying in bed, half-assing her classes, sleeping in her sister's guest room, and wandering around like half a person, said sister and her girlfriend barge into her room. “Okay Alex, this is an intervention. What the fuck is up with you?”
“Nothing,” she mutters into the pillow. Nora snatches it from under her head and smacks her with it. “Hey!”
“Up! Tell us what’s going on. You’ve been weird as shit.”
June slaps Nora’s arm lightly. “What Nora is trying to say is that you’ve been…well… off .”
“Henri and I ended things.” She doesn’t look at them when she speaks. She doesn’t want to see the pity on their faces.
“Ended things? Were you two even together?”
Oh, and isn’t that fucking humiliating. She’s walking around with a broken heart and they were never even fucking dating. “Well, no, but like. We stopped…whatever the fuck we were doing.”
“Why would she do that?” Nora asks, seeming genuinely confused, and Alex briefly wonders if Nora knows something that she doesn’t.
She shakes her head. “She didn’t. I did.”
“Why the hell would you do that?” Nora asks, smacking her with the pillow again. She doesn’t try to fight it this time.
“Alex, why did you break things off?” June asks gently. Her expression is unreadable. Alex hates it.
Alex grabs the pillow from Nora, burying her face back in it. “She doesn’t like me. I let it get too real.”
“What the fuck do you mean she doesn’t like you?” Nora asks, her hands thrown in the air.
“I heard her talking to Pez. She doesn’t have feelings for me. It was fine when we didn’t talk about anything, cause at least I could pretend that… that maybe it could mean something for her too, but I couldn’t keep doing it knowing that it didn’t”
“Alex…” June says at the same time Nora shouts “do you two have no communication skills?”
“Can you just leave me alone to wallow in heartbreak?” Nora rolls her eyes. “Seriously. If you’re just gonna yell at me, you can leave.” She really cannot deal with this right now.
“Alex, talk to her,” June says softly, sitting next to her on the bed and moving her matted curls from out of her eyes.
“She won’t even answer me anyways. I’ve tried already. I thought we’d still be friends, but I guess she was only sticking around for the sex.”
Nora groans. “Alex, I love you. I really do. Which is why I’m telling you that you need to get your head out of your ass, brush your teeth, shower, and then stomp over to blondie’s room and spill your heart out.” Nora’s tone leaves no room for argument.
“You know she’s right,” June says, running her hand through Alex’s hair. It reminds her of the nights Henri would do the same, and the thought makes her heart ache.
“Alexandria Gabriela Claremont-Diaz, get your fucking ass out of bed,” Nora shouts, and Alex grumbles something about not having to be such an ass. “It’s called tough love. Now up .”
“Henri open the fucking door,” Alex shouts, knocking on said door until her knuckles scream for her to stop.
“What?” Henri spits as she opens the door. She looks a mess, her hair tied back in a bun and dark circles under her eyes Alex thinks she looks beautiful.
Alex scoffs at her reply. “Seriously? That’s all you have to say? You’ve been ghosting me for ages.” It’s only then when she notices that Henri is wearing her shirt. The realization makes her heart clench.
Henri juts her chin out the way she always does when she tries to look tough. Alex wishes more than anything that she’d let her mask fall. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Alex. And I don’t appreciate you barging in here in the middle of the night. You’re just lucky Kelsey is at her boyfriend’s flat for the night.”
“I don’t fucking care, Henri. I get that you don’t feel the same, but I thought we were at least friends.”
“What are you even talking about?” She asks hysterically, turning around to look out the small window and pointedly away from Alex. It makes her blood boil.
“You don’t like me. I fucking get it, Henri. I’m surprised you’re not jumping for joy now that this is over.” Henri looks dumbstruck as she turns back to face Alex. “It was casual, anyways. Just sex. You can find that anywhere. Somewhere where the feelings are there.” Henri’s face falls. “Yeah. Now you get it. I heard you talking with Percy. And the worst part is, I don’t even have a right to be mad, cause you clarified what this was at the beginning and I agreed. I agreed to casual, and then I fucking fell for you. And I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry, because I let it become real and I let myself believe that maybe this was real to you too.”
“Alex-“
“No. Listen,” she says, and tears are threatening to spill and she can’t even bring herself to care. She’s never liked to cry, but Henri’s the only one who’s she was never scared to tell that she hurt. “I thought-you started acting like you really liked me. You listened to my rants for hours on end, even when you were tired or when you didn’t fucking understand a thing I was saying, you just looked at me with your perfect fucking eyes and you smiled and you told me that I was never too much for you.” She’s crying now, hot tears spilling down her face, and she feels like a fucking idiot. She’s the one who always feels too much-too deeply. She’s the one who became delusional-the one who believed Henri could actually harbor any real feelings for her. “You kissed me like-you kissed me like it meant something. And I let myself believe it was real,” she repeats in a whisper.
Henri looks frozen with her jaw slightly dropped and her eyes wide, her breath picking up by the second.
“And now I’m realizing that you probably just didn’t want to hurt my feelings because you fucking knew I would react like this. That's another thing,” she laughs. “You always seemed to know me better than myself.”
“Alex-“ she tries again.
“I let you go, because I realized that I had jumped head first into this and you were still miles away from the cliff. I didn’t realize I’d lose you as a friend t-”
Her sentence is cut off by Henri's lips on hers, kissing away any semblance of thought left in her mind.
“I love you, Alex,” she says before Alex can get in another word.
“But-“
“I didn’t say there were no feelings there. I said that you didn’t have any feelings for me -not like I did you. And when you ended things, it only further proved my point in my mind. So I ran.” Her lips brush against Alex’s with every word. “I’ve never been very good at fighting.”
“You love me?” Alex whispers, teary eyed.
“You said you jumped in head first. I was down there before you even arrived at the edge of that cliff. I’ve been falling since the day I met you.”
“Baby,” Alex chokes, and Henri wipes away the tears spilling down her cheeks.
“I love you,” Henri repeats in a whisper.
“I love you, too.”
“Is Kelsey going to be back tonight?” Alex murmurs Henri’s neck later that night, placing a kiss in the curve of it.
“You’re such a cretin,” Henri laughs, shoving Alex off and climbing on top to straddle her instead. Henri has never manhandled her like this before, and it turns her on to no end.
“Your cretin,” Alex jokes. Henri’s pupils blow wide.
“Mine,” she whispers against Alex’s lips before bringing them together in a passionate kiss, cradling Alex’s head against the pillow. Alex can feel her underwear getting wet from arousal, and she can’t stop the way her hips move on their own, grinding up against Henri, who laughs with amusement. “You want something?”
Henri’s hands stroke up Alex’s sides as they pull off her top, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You,” Alex pants, lifting her arms up to help the blonde remove the t-shirt. “Anything you want.”
“Yeah? Anything?” She asks, and Alex nods, her vision hazy. “I think I’d like to taste you,” Henri whispers against her ear, hot breath blowing her hair and tickling the skin around it.
“Fuck. Okay, yeah, let’s-let’s do that.”
Henri chuckles, pressing a kiss in the middle of her chest as she moves down. Alex pulls off her bra quickly, tossing it to the side and pulling Henri back down on top of her.
The feeling of Henri’s hands on her tits makes her shiver, even more so when they graze her nipples, the touch teasing and barely there. They harden instantly.
“So sensitive,” Henri whispers, taking one into her mouth and sucking gently. An embarrassingly high whimper tears from the back of her throat, and Henri practically salivates at the noise, moaning around her.
Her hands fly up to tangle in Henri’s blonde hair, cradling her head as Henry goes to town on her tits. She takes her pierced nipple in her mouth again, licking around the bud, and Alex’s hand flies to her mouth before she can let out any more mortifyingly loud noises.
“You’re so good for me, love.”
“Oh my fucking god,” she chokes, her hands tightening their hold in Henri’s tied up hair. Henri’s eyes darken further, and she sucks a mark into her breast, “H-“
“Be quiet for me, Alex,” she murmurs, kissing down Alex’s stomach now, sliding down the bed. “Those noises are just for me.”
A jolt of arousal hits her, pooling in her stomach, and she groans softly. Her skin is lighting up underneath Henri’s dainty hands, her fingertips trailing down her sides until they reach their destination, pulling Alex’s legs apart.
“May I take these off, love?” Alex doesn’t even bother answering, shimmying out of her shorts and underwear in record time, throwing them somewhere across the room as Henri chuckles with amusement. “Eager.”
“For you? Always.” Henri pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, looking down at Alex’s naked form with awe. “You gonna do something, baby?”
“Be patient, Alex,” Henri says, bringing her head down to mouth at Alex’s thighs, nipping the skin and making her squeak.
“Hey!”
“What?” She asks with innocent, wide doe eyes. She knows exactly ‘ what ,’ and her mischievous smile gives it away. She smooths her hands all across Alex’s legs, and Alex feels like she’s going to burst out of her skin if she doesn’t fucking do something.
“Hen, please,” she whispers.
“Okay, love. I’ll make you feel good. I promise.”
Henri starts slow, inhaling the scent of her before dragging her tongue through Alex’s folds, earning a breathy whimper from Alex.
She feels exposed-vulnerable, almost. It’s the first time that she doesn’t find herself wanting to hide. She wants to give up control. She wants Henri to take it.
Her lips close around Alex’s clit, making her spine curve in result of the pleasure that shoots through her. She reaches out, her fingers pulling at the soft, blonde hair and Henri pulses her tongue.
Her mouth feels fucking perfect-warm and wet and so fucking talented. “Hen, fuck-“
She groans encouragingly into Alex’s pussy, moving down to lick into her entrance, spearing her tongue in a way that has Alex shouting. “You have to be quiet, love. We’re still in the dorms.”
She nods her head, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip as Henry gets back to work, driving Alex to delirium with the languid stroke of her tongue.
The noises in the room are absolutely obscene, the wet slurps and the soft sounds of pleasure echoing off the walls.
Henri’s nose pressing against her clit has her jaw dropping, her hands tangling in her hair to keep her in place, fucking up into her mouth.
She grinds her cunt onto Henri’s face, mindlessly chasing her pleasure, and Henri seems all too happy to let her. She sticks her tongue out willingly, letting Alex thrust her hips and rub her pussy all over it. Alex feels like she’s going to fucking explode.
She can feel her release starting to simmer in her veins. “Close. I’m so close,” she whispers, her legs trembling around Henri’s head.
She flicks her tongue over Alex’s clit, fastening her lips to it and sucking it between them. “Fuck! Oh my god, fingers. Need fingers-“
Henri complies instantly, two fingers easily sinking into her fluttering hole, and Alex shouts as they jab right at the sensitive spot inside of her. It feels different-not like her usual orgasm would. It’s…deeper. Stronger, almost, like something is building. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Gonna- oh fuck!”
Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, pleasure wracking her frame as she shakes through it. There’s a bust of heat in her stomach, her pussy spasming and clenching rhythmically around Henri’s fingers. It’s only when the aftershocks subside that she notices the unusual amount of wetness on the lower half of Henri’s face. “Oh fuck,” she groans, her hands releasing Henri’s hair to cover her face. She’s seen Henri do it enough times to know that she’s just squirted all over her. It’s never happened before, but Henri seems to be able to bring out so much in her that she’s not surprised.
Henri’s pupils have taken over her eyes, leaving a small, thin blue circle around them, and she’s squirming on the bed. “You okay, baby?” Alex asks.
“That was-fuck, that was so incredibly sexy.”
“Yeah, baby? You liked me coming all over your face?
Henry nods, her lips slack and parted
She returns the favor by making Henri cum on her tongue three times, whispering from overstimulation and begging for more.
“Thank you for not giving up on me,” she whispers as they cuddle up for bed, the soiled blanket on the floor beside them, only sheets covering their bodies. They have each other. They don’t need the extra warmth.
“Never, baby.”