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Blossom and Bambi were made for each other, and nothing could ever break that bond. Especially her birthday night.
It was already past nine when Bambi had ducked herself in the bathroom to touch up her lipstick.
She uncapped the strawberry lipstick and leaned into the mirror.
A couple of girls passed behind her, calling her name. She flashed them a playful wink through the reflection and started applying the lipstick focusedly.
As the color settled in, she pressed her lips together with a hand braced on the porcelain to check herself.
The maroon top, which was her favorite one, did its job. The skirt, which she had designed, was doing its job as well. The accessories had been delicately placed on her.
Her hair was the best it had looked in a while. The new shampoo deserved some credit, but not all of it. She had once read on the internet that being happy with life did something good to a person's appearance. Looking at herself, she believed that now.
Exactly one year ago, she had ordered sushi to her New York apartment, watched La La Land for the hundredth time, placed a lit candle into a cupcake because buying a whole cake for one felt unnecessary, and silenced her phone before disappointment hit her.
The people she had once called friends had become strangers and deleted contacts. She had no siblings. Her girlfriend was gone. Her father was gone. Her mother existed at the edge of her life, more absence than presence.
She had then realized that she had very little to lose, and even less fear of starting over again.
A couple of months after her birthday, she returned to Bangkok, and gradually, despite all her untamed spirit, the world became kind with her.
Since then, her relationship with her mother had slightly improved. She had Fiona, basically her four months-old beloved daughter, growing into a brand that carried her personality and her heart.
And along the way she had made friends, genuine ones, people who showed up without being asked.
If Bambi had to boil it down, she had work she loved, people who liked her, and tonight felt like the perfect excuse to celebrate all of that.
The lipstick dropped back into her bag and Bambi took one last look at herself, before she opened the door and stepped back out into the noise and the warmth of her favorite place.
Bambi let her eyes wander through the spacious dimly lit room.
Min and Praew were tucked into a corner table, clinking glasses. Across the room, Shasha and Gorya stood in their corner, both talking over each other while Shasha teased Gorya about something.
Near the stage, Kris adjusted the microphone stand, already chatting with the band between sound checks. The Fiona staff had claimed one of the booths, waiting excitedly for the band to take the stage.
Ant worked behind the counter in a red bandana covering her ginger hair with an energy that defied her age, because she had owned that place since before most of these people were born.
Bambi made the rounds with each one of them.
Kris turned and waved at her from the stage with two fingers, the guitar pick between her teeth, and Bambi raised an imaginary glass.
Bambi posed for a photo with two Fiona interns.
Her gaze wandered across the room between conversations, between hugs and photos. She was scanning familiar faces, unconsciously landing on the entrance, then drifting back.
She did it once again, because optimism had always cost her nothing.
By ten o'clock… it had started to cost her something.
She sat back down on a bar stool.
The playlist song faded into the next one. Her phone sat on the counter next to her bag, face-up, reflecting the pink lights of Blossom, no new notifications from the contact she wanted to see most.
Everyone was here. Every single person she had invited. Except one.
Bambi breathed through her nose and set her hands flat on the bar. She felt it move through her chest on the exhale. Alright. She was at her own party, surrounded by people who loved her, and she was going to be here for it, fully, without one eye on the door anymore.
"What's the birthday girl having?" Ant leaned across the counter, wiping her hands.
"Mm..." Bambi tilted her head as if thinking, but she already had one in mind. Her lips curved. "Kiss Me More."
"The usual then." Ant grinned wide. "Coming right up!"
A minute later, the pale pink drink arrived with a dried rose petal floating on the surface.
Bambi wrapped her fingers around the glass and brought it to her lips, tasting lychee vodka and rose syrup. The sweetness hit her tongue, reminding her of the lips she wanted.
Kiss Me More. Of all the names…
She picked up her phone, and took pictures of herself with her drink, the pink lights reflecting on the transparent glass. She tapped the heart on the best one.
Then her thumb accidentally swiped past the new photo, into the older favorites.
The ones from months back.
She saw the face she had been seeking the whole evening. Prim.
A photo taken three months ago. Prim had claimed she was going to nap for fifteen minutes before dinner, and Bambi found her an hour later in the same position on the couch, hugging a pillow with both arms, eyes closed, cute lips parted, breathing calmly.
Bambi zoomed in with her fingers and traced the constellation of moles with her eyes, stopping at the tiniest one beneath Prim's lower lip, the one Bambi had kissed countless times because it was right there, waiting.
Her finger swiped again.
A selfie from two months ago, Bambi in a sundress, grinning with her whisker dimples deep in her cheeks. Behind her, Prim gave only a small smile. Very misleading, Bambi thought. Because the photo showed Prim's face, not her hands.
That day, Prim had driven them out of the city to Chon Buri, and her palm stayed on Bambi's thigh the entire car ride.
At the restaurant, the warm palm rested against Bambi's knee under the table. At the market, an arm landed around her shoulders as they strolled beside the river. Prim's fingers slipped to her waist every chance she got, squeezing gently, as though touching Bambi had become her standard setting. She couldn't seem to keep her hands off her.
And later, on the hotel terrace, Prim had pulled Bambi into her lap and held her there for the stargazing she did not watch a single moment of.
"You look so huggable in this." Prim had said after wrapping her arms around Bambi from behind, chin resting near her shoulder, nose tucked into her hair.
Bambi had laughed and called her cheesy and asked what she meant by huggable.
"I mean I want to grab you and not let go." Prim had whispered in that low, husky voice, and held her body tight.
Bambi locked the phone. Set it face-down on the bar counter.
Then she picked up her drink and swallowed against the tightness in her throat.
She was not going to cry in a bar with mascara on her lashes. She was a grown woman, for fuck's sake.
And if the one person she wanted most couldn't be here tonight, that was okay. Her work was bigger now, harder, longer.
That was the reality now. Bambi understood the circumstances. And she had accepted it. The friends were enough, even if one chair stayed empty. Period.
She turned on her side, lowering the drink on the bar counter, and at that exact second her vision went dark.
"Oh!" She startled when a hand covered her eyes.
"Guess who?" The husky, deep voice drawled softly in her ear, raising goosebumps along her arms.
Her heart immediately stopped.
Bambi had just put all hopes down, and now every nerve in her body lit up before her brain caught up.
She lifted one hand to the hand covering her eyes, slowly tracing the hand, feeling the prominent veins, the steel rings, the long fingers.
She didn't need to guess. She had known before she touched it.
"You already gave yourself away." Bambi said, smiling before she could stop herself.
Then the hand slowly fell away.
Bambi turned, her heart was already lurching.
"Surprise!" Prim said, a bashful smile tugging at her lips.
Bambi forgot every single thought she'd been having because Prim was standing right there.
Without a second thought, Bambi launched herself forward as the chair creaked on the floor.
"My baby!"
Both arms went around Prim's neck with so much enthusiasm that Prim stumbled back a step, laughing, one arm circling Bambi's waist to catch them both.
"You came, you came!" Bambi squeezed her hard, clinging. "I can't believe it!"
"Happy birthday, baby." Prim murmured into Bambi's hair.
When they eased apart Bambi cupped the taller one's face between both hands. She needed to make sure Prim was real, and not something her brain had assembled out of vodka.
Bambi felt the warm, smoothness under her palms, soft brown eyes looking back at her, long shoot days still faintly visible beneath the lower lashes, the scent of jasmine and musk oozing from her skin.
Prim was breathing in the same room as her again. Finally.
"How are you here?" Bambi asked. "I thought you were still on set."
"I managed to finish earlier than expected today." Prim shrugged one shoulder.
Bambi's eyes widened.
The fact that Prim had made the round trip just to see her left Bambi momentarily speechless.
"You... drove for eight hours… just to be here?"
Prim looked at her like there was only one possible answer to that. "Where else was I supposed to be?"
It was only then that Bambi noticed what Prim had been carrying against her side, a bouquet of lilies, wrapped in pale pink paper.
Prim held them out, and Bambi pressed them against her chest before burying her nose between the soft sweet petals.
Oriental lilies had always been her favorite. She breathed in again and felt her chest soften completely.
When she looked up, Prim was already holding out a small paper gift bag.
"Open it later." Prim said.
"Why not now?" Bambi peered inside. It was a small blue box, the size of her palm.
"Because I know you, Bambi."
Bambi looked at her. Prim's cheeks had gone pink. Bambi tucked the box carefully into her bag and said nothing, because the gift already felt like a secondary thing.
The real gift was the beautiful person standing in front of her having crossed every mile of highway between the film location and Blossom.
Bambi turned and found her personal assistant at the edge of the crowd.
"Would you take these to my office at Fiona tomorrow?" Bambi handed over the bouquet, running her fingertips gently over one of the petals. "I want them on my desk."
It was the only gift she wasn't sending to her mansion. The flowers from Prim would go where she could see and sniff it every morning, waiting on her desk.
"Of course!" Her assistant accepted them with a kind smile.
Bambi watched the lilies move away through the crowd and turned back to Prim.
"So…" Bambi drew out, rocking onto her heels as she tucked both hands behind her back. "You're here."
She took a second just to look better at Prim.
Prim's dark brown hair fell in soft long waves around her shoulders. Bambi had a weakness for Prim's wavy hair and had told her so, once, early on, that it reminded her of the ocean waves.
She had no makeup on, and the cute tiny moles scattered across her face stood out more clearly because of it. Her lips were naturally rose-colored without a trace of lip gloss.
A black leather jacket rested across Prim's broad shoulders, open over a white top underneath. Coincidence or not, Prim wore the same blue jeans Bambi had spent an amount of time sitting on over the past few months.
Bambi couldn't suppress the smirk that formed on her lips because of it.
Then Prim tucked a strand of Bambi's hair behind her ear and her thumb stayed on Bambi's temple, brushing gently.
"You look beautiful tonight." Prim said softly while the music and people's chatter became background noise.
"Does that mean the other days I don't look beautiful?" Bambi asked playfully, her lower lip pushing out.
"Silly." Prim chuckled and knocked Bambi lightly on the forehead with one finger.
At the same moment, Kris took the mic to begin the concert.
"Bambi! I have to say, twenty-five looks incredible on you!"
They both looked around and the crowd was glancing at them, applauding Bambi.
Bambi pressed her palms together in a small bow toward the stage, basking in the warm chants as Kris strummed the opening chord of whatever song she had chosen for the moment.
People headed toward the stage as Kris started with 'More Than Words'.
Then Prim's palm appeared beside hers. "Come on."
Bambi looked at the offered hand. Her heart jumped as she took it.
The dance floor had gotten warmer, bodies packed closer to watch the concert.
The lighting had shifted from pink into yellow.
Prim led her through to the front and turned her once, slowly, their joined hands lifted. Bambi's skirt fanned wide around her thighs and when she spun full circle again Prim was smiling at her.
Two more songs were played as they danced together.
Then Prim stepped behind her.
Both arms came around Bambi's body, crossing low against her belly as Bambi's back pressed to Prim's chest.
Prim swayed them both to the music.
Bambi looked down at the hands locking her in place and traced one with her fingertip, wrist to fingers, then threaded their hands together.
Prim breathed against the back of her neck and pulled her in tighter.
"How's the birthday girl doing now?" Prim's mouth was next to her ear.
"Better..." Bambi whispered. If only Prim knew how much it meant for her to be there. Then she turned her face toward Prim's jawline and let her nose graze the smooth skin. "So much better."
Bambi leaned her head on Prim's shoulder and let herself be held, feeling Prim's chin rest against her shoulder for a moment.
Kris paused between songs as the opening notes of 'Happy Birthday' started on the guitar, and the crowd picked it up.
Ant appeared from behind the bar carrying a cake with candles lit, and Prim's arms loosened around Bambi's waist as she stepped away and took the cake from Ant.
Prim carried the cake at chest height.
"Happy birthday to you!" The crowd sang, repeating the same chorus for a dozen times.
Her friends cheered from the back.
"Make a wish!" Prim said, stopping in front of her.
Bambi smiled at her, clasping her hands together. Her wish was already standing right here, faintly pink-cheeked, holding a birthday cake with both hands with candles throwing light between them.
Then Bambi leaned forward and blew them out in one breath.
The entire Blossom clapped their hands excitedly.
The place went in full, hard-partying mode when the DJ took over the stage.
Between one group of well-wishers and the next, Bambi's eyes found Prim's back across the bar, near a brick pillar, talking to Min, then shaking hands with someone else.
Everyone wanted a piece of Prim as well.
That was the thing about being with Prim. Bambi would notice people would go talk to Prim naturally. She had known this since college, had loved it and resented it for years, because not everyone had good intentions.
Two of Bambi's own Fiona's models had already peeled from the bar and walked toward Prim by the time Gorya reached Bambi's side.
Gorya followed her line of sight, then let out a hum. "Those two girls. I know them."
Bambi glanced at her, all ears. "Really?"
"I worked with them a few times back when I was doing jobs with P'Prim." Gorya tipped her chin toward the two models. "They're, you know…"
Gorya let the sentence trail off and rolled her eyes with annoyance. But Bambi clocked what she meant immediately.
It was a remarkable coincidence that both models had worked with Prim before, even though they had never mentioned it to Bambi.
Then again, Bambi did not believe in coincidences when it came to women around Prim.
Bambi looked at the two models again.
And right now, all she saw were two snakes circling around their prey.
"Mm." Bambi mumbled as she watched one of the girls lean in a little too close, smiling up at Prim. "Let me go talk to them."
Bambi excused herself from Gorya who only gave her a supportive nod.
Her boots made no sound as she crossed the floor. Her chin stayed up.
Then, she came around to Prim's side and slid her arm through Prim's elbow.
"Ladies." Bambi smiled at the models, her eyes narrowing. "Having fun at my party?"
"Khun Bambi! Happy birthday!" The taller model lit up.
"Lovely party!" The other model added swiftly.
"Oh, really?" Bambi tilted her head. Her smile definitely wasn't reaching her eyes. "Then what are you doing over here instead of dancing?"
"We were keeping P'Prim company."
Bambi's stomach churned. Every instinct was telling herself to drag them away by their hair, to make it absolutely clear who Prim belonged to.
She smiled sweetly instead.
"How sweet of you, girls." Bambi's fingers hooked tighter into Prim's elbow. "She gets restless when I'm not around. Thank you."
The smile stayed on her face, but the atmosphere around them had already shifted.
The models made awkward excuses about drinks and left.
Bambi watched them go. From now on, she was definitely keeping an eye on them.
Beside her, Prim let out a slow breath through her nose and adjusted her stance. She looked fondly exasperated.
"I swear, I cannot leave you alone for two seconds." Bambi turned to Prim with arms crossed, spitting facts she had observed for years. "Have you noticed how women flock to you? Everywhere we go. Every time."
Prim let out a small chuckle, and looked at her. "Aren't they your guests?"
"Mm, yeah. But apparently, also your fangirls." Bambi leaned close defiantly, tilting her chin up toward Prim's jaw, lashes lowered. "Does it happen so often you don't even notice anymore? Huh?!"
"What do you want me to do about it, baby?" Prim asked, her hand finding Bambi's crossed forearm, fingers slipping beneath it until it reached her hand.
"You can drink with me."
Bambi turned toward the bar, letting Prim's hand slip from hers, resting her palms on the counter as though the conversation was over.
Ant was already reaching for the bottles.
Then two drinks arrived, Prim's in a low glass, amber over ice with a faint red blush at the bottom. Bambi's pale pink, the dried rose petal floating on the surface.
They knocked glasses and Bambi watched Prim over the rim, then set hers down and looked at Prim's drink.
Bambi had never once been tempted to order that drink for herself. But watching Prim drink it made it look so much better than hers.
"I want to try yours."
Prim's brows lifted slightly.
"Sure, go ahead." She let Bambi pick it up.
Bambi held her gaze the entire way, sipping slowly. She drew a faint furrow as the whisky hit, exhaling through her nose.
Ant watched the exchange with amusement. In all the time she had known Bambi, Bambi never once saw her reach for that drink. "So, how was it?"
Bambi turned to her before she answered.
"It burns. But it's a good burn. And it's very strong…" Then Bambi let her eyes wander back to Prim, and a smile slowly curled across her lips. "Like P'Prim."
Ant laughed openly. "I see you never waste an opportunity to flirt with her."
Bambi didn't even try to deny it. She simply rested her chin in her hand and looked at Prim as if proving Ant's point.
Prim took a long sip and said nothing, but her cheeks and forehead were already pink.
Ant chuckled under her breath before excusing herself to check on the other guests, until only the two of them remained.
They stayed at the bar for a moment.
Bambi looked at her cocktail for a brief moment, and she could feel Prim looking at her, and when she turned and caught Prim staring at her.
Prim didn't look away. Instead she smiled fondly.
Then the DJ dropped a bass-heavy track, and Bambi's body answered it before she said a word.
"I love this song." Bambi turned to Prim, already sliding off the stool, her hand closing around Prim's wrist. "Come!"
It definitely wasn't a request.
The dance floor was hotter now, the bodies dancing closer, the lighting turned purple and blue as jets of smoke blasted from the DJ booth.
Bambi led Prim through to the front and turned to face her, her hands finding Prim's shoulders.
They danced face to face at first.
Prim moved with her, watching her.
And Bambi danced along with the beat, aware that Prim was checking her out.
As the song built, Bambi tilted her head, her fingers walking slowly up the back of Prim's neck into her hair.
Prim leaned down, mouth near Bambi's, and Bambi's face tipped up, eyes half-lidded, lips parted.
Bambi felt the kiss coming.
But then she turned at the last second, pressing her back into Prim's chest instead. Her hand had reached up to land on Prim's nape, her head falling back onto Prim's shoulder.
Bambi heard Prim breathe out through her nose. So she smiled wickedly at the crowd in front of her where Prim couldn't see it.
Prim bent her head and pressed her nose to the curve of Bambi's exposed neck where the perfume sat.
She slowly breathed Bambi in, her hands not touching her yet.
And only the heat of her breath was enough to make Bambi nearly lose the fight with her own knees as her head tilted to the side.
Prim placed a slow, gentle kiss on Bambi's exposed skin on her shoulder. Then another on the curve of her neck, above the choker, which drew a sigh from Bambi and made her close her eyes for a moment.
Bambi's hips rolled back into Prim's as she started to feel Prim's hands pressing against her waist and Prim's breath close to her ear.
Prim's hands slid to Bambi's hips, both of them firm, dragging Bambi into the next roll, grinding on her instead of letting Bambi pretend she had started this alone.
So different from the innocent closeness of dancing together at Kris's concert earlier…
This felt far more intimate.
"The way you're dancing…" Prim did not finish it.
"What?" Bambi's cheek grazed Prim's jaw. "I want to know."
Suddenly Bambi felt the body behind her go rigid.
Prim had turned her to face her.
"People are looking." Prim said, looking past Bambi's shoulder, her brow knitting.
Bambi put both palms flat on Prim's collarbone and looked up through her lashes.
"Let them." Her fingers had spread on Prim's chest, wandering lower. "I want everyone to know you're mine."
Prim caught both of her hands before they could wander any farther.
"That's not what I meant." Prim murmured.
Bambi tilted her head. "No?"
"I meant the cameras."
Bambi frowned in confusion. She followed Prim's gaze.
Two girls near the edge of the floor had phones raised, angling at them. Fiona staff, both of them. This time Bambi didn't smile, feeling the temperature in her chest change.
One of them was still filming. Bambi turned around.
"Bambi." Prim's hand found her wrist. "Don't..."
But Bambi was already walking over.
"Hey." Bambi's voice was pleasant, which was more alarming than if it wasn't. She stopped directly in front of them. "Delete it."
The girl holding the phone looked startled. "We were just…"
"I know what you were doing." Bambi held her hand out. "Delete it. Both of you."
"Bambi." Prim appeared on her shoulder. "It's fine. Let's go back–"
"It's not." Bambi didn't look at her. She kept her eyes on the girls. "You know better than this. Delete the video right now."
One of the girls glanced between Bambi and Prim and then back at the screen, her thumb moving. "Deleting it, sorry, I didn't think–"
Then two rushed, overlapping sorries followed, directed at them. Prim accepted them with a nod and said nothing.
Bambi looked at them for one more second. "Thank you. Enjoy the rest of the party."
Only then did Bambi look up at Prim again.
"See?" Bambi said softly. "Problem solved."
"Everything was fine, baby." Prim sighed, suddenly timid.
Bambi knew Prim's heart was too gentle for its own good, worrying about everyone's sake before her own.
And she knew Prim was still struggling with how often the cameras found them in the middle of something that belonged only to the two of them before either of them realized anyone was watching.
It made Bambi want to kiss her and also made her want to make Prim forget phones existed entirely.
"Bambi!" Suddenly voices cut the haze between them.
Some friends had called her over from a nearby table.
One of them held up her phone. "Do I text back or do I pretend I have self-respect?"
"No, show her the last message first." Another friend leaned over.
Despite every bad decision she had ever made, somehow, Bambi had become everyone's relationship guru.
Prim ducked her head, scratching the back of her neck before nodding toward the group.
"Go see what they need." She gave Bambi's arm a gentle squeeze. "I'll grab a beer."
Saved by the bell, Bambi thought.
She gave Prim one last lingering look, then reluctantly turned and crossed the few steps back to her friends.
"Alright, let me see." She said, walking towards the table.
One of them immediately shoved the phone into her hands.
Bambi skimmed through the messages, taking a few seconds to catch up on what was going on.
Her friend filled in the gaps, and soon she understood the problem.
The advice came automatically, her mouth already speaking while the song she and Prim never finished had faded into another.
Then another song began.
Prim had always appreciated how Ant maintained the bar cosier than the rest of the place.
She placed the beer bottle on the counter after sipping it, and took the first deep breath.
It barely helped. Her ears still burned, the heat lingering beneath her skin, her nerves refusing to settle after Bambi had spent the last minutes ago grinding against her before the cameras ruined it.
The group chat was still going on, she could feel the notifications vibrating through her pocket. But she didn't look at her phone.
That thing was finished the moment she yelled "Cut!" on the last take ten hours ago. She had wrapped it unceremoniously, acknowledging that she would no longer work with those shitty people. Ever again.
As soon as she had freed herself from the project, she had handed the hard drive to the post-production team, got in her car, and drove off to stay with who truly mattered to her: her girlfriend.
She would eventually tell Bambi what had happened during all the time she was in Chiang Mai, but that was a conversation for another day.
Although she knew Bambi wouldn't like knowing she had kept the stress to herself for almost two weeks.
She took another sip of beer and looked around.
Her eyes focused on where Bambi was. It was reflexive, Prim couldn't help it. Her attention always drifted back to Bambi.
And from across the floor, Prim had a clear view, enough to capture Bambi laughing soulfully when speaking to her friends as they smiled back at her.
That was one of the things people didn't understand about Bambi until they actually met her.
Most people would usually mistake Bambi's confidence for arrogance. But once they got to know her, they realized she was one of the kindest people they would ever meet.
Bambi would drag a shy person onto the dance floor and wouldn't stop until she saw them smiling, their confidence growing, and she did this because she enjoyed seeing people happy and carefree.
But Bambi also liked the praise, the adoration, the flattery. She proudly centered herself in most situations, and she didn't seem to want to prove people otherwise.
Ninety-nine percent of the room was there because of her. The one percent who just got there as visitors only needed to see her to decide to stay. Her mere presence was enough to unite people who, just minutes before, shared nothing but the same space.
So Prim let Bambi shine on her own.
Afterall, this was the first birthday party that Bambi had planned thoroughly by herself. And the fact that she had succeeded on it was impressive enough.
A few songs passed before Bambi emerged from the crowd and stopped beside her.
Prim had two seconds to really look at her again.
Bambi's hair hung loose over her shoulders, the bar lights glinting off her strands and her perfect gold-tanned skin, leaving Bambi with that luminous glow she wore whenever she felt vibrantly alive.
Bambi reached out, tucked a strand of hair behind Prim's ear, and approached her, just as Prim had done when she saw her earlier.
"Found you." Bambi drawled, her mouth near her ear.
Prim's heart betrayed her with a sudden, uneven beat.
Then she turned on the stool, and Bambi settled between her knees.
Prim held her gaze, trying to remember the version of herself that was just 'chilling' in the back.
"Your party's still going strong." Prim said modestly, glancing at the dance floor and the guests. "You should celebrate with them."
Even as she said it, she knew how Bambi was going to hear it.
"I already did that." Bambi whispered. Then she pulled back to look at her. "I want to celebrate with you now."
Bambi let her palms slide to Prim's thighs.
"Bambi, seriously. Your guests are waiting for you…" Prim tried quickly. She really tried, while feeling Bambi's warm, smaller body drawing even closer.
Prim felt Bambi's fingernails tracing a very intimate path to the middle of her legs.
She swallowed hard and tried to say something about the night being Bambi's night, about how none of the words she was about to say were a rejection.
Bambi's mouth tightened. "You know, the bathroom is right over there..."
Fuck.
From the denied kiss, from the grinding on her, to now this.
Bambi had no idea what she had been doing to Prim all night. Perhaps, she knew, which had left Prim alone carrying the weight of self-control for both.
For a brief time, Prim considered Bambi's suggestion. But she pulled herself back together. She remained silent.
Then Bambi went around behind her.
Prim followed her only with her eyes, feeling Bambi's fingers brush against her waist underneath the jacket.
"Why are you so withdrawn all of a sudden?" She heard Bambi's voice close to her ear while she rested her chin on her shoulder.
The question might have hit a specific point because Bambi wasn't wrong. She was just wrong about the reason.
"You're imaging things." Prim answered, clicking her tongue.
Bambi wasn't imagining things. They both knew that.
So Bambi had decided to give Prim something real instead of something she could blame on Bambi's imagination.
Bambi glanced over for a casual sweep of Blossom before resting her elbows on the bar counter next to Prim.
She looked back at Prim, never breaking eye contact, and let one of the top's straps slip slowly from her shoulder.
The beer bottle hit the counter with a clink sound.
"Bambi–!" Prim's eyes widened. Her hand quickly shot up, pulling the strap back to Bambi's shoulder. "W-what do you think you're doing?!"
Bambi stared at her with bright doe eyes, so pure compared to the exhibitionist act. She could switch from bold to naive in a millisecond and use that to mindfuck Prim.
"Celebrating." Bambi answered simply, letting her finger drag slowly to Prim's mouth, her nail brushing her chin. "Isn't that what birthday girls do?"
Prim exhaled slowly through her nose and tried to find a version of the speech that would be well received without causing a second incident.
Meanwhile Bambi was already raising two fingers toward Ant. "P'Ant! Sex On Fire. For me."
Prim looked at Ant with narrowed eyes, and Ant returned the look with a face that signaled her she had no intention of intervening with the couple. Practically saying Prim was on her own.
Shortly after, the drink arrived.
Bambi took a slow sip, humming her approval before letting the flavor linger on her tongue.
She swayed to the music, happily singing along to the chorus with far more confidence.
That's when Prim's phone vibrated from her pocket. She decided to grab it and turn it off, since it was the team chat again.
Bambi immediately glanced down at it, and her hand moved quicker.
"Seriously?" She murmured, holding the phone and looking back at Prim. "You're checking work messages at my party?"
"Hey–" Prim reached for her phone, already slightly caught. "I was just going to turn it off."
Too late.
A crooked photo of the two of them was taken before Prim had finished processing the theft, followed by a second photo of Bambi pinching her cheek while Prim side-eyed her.
Seconds later, the phone was back in her hand and Bambi was already swaying and sipping her drink as if nothing had happened.
Prim watched all of it with that faint bewildered frown, the one that meant she was trying to identify which version of Bambi had taken over the evening.
"Well, since you're clearly not going to kidnap me..." Bambi said suddenly with a mischievous smile. "I'll find someone to dance with. Bye."
Without giving Prim a chance to respond, Bambi went to the dance floor, leaving Prim behind after all the non-stop teasing still warm in her body.
Prim turned on the bar stool and drank her beer quietly.
Around her, some guests ordered new drinks as Ant worked fast, pouring and sliding glasses across the bar with ease.
Prim kept drinking.
After some time, someone appeared at her side, ordering another beer.
"Bambi's quite the party animal." Shasha had commented low, almost to herself.
Prim turned to her and gave a single nod, acknowledging her presence. Nothing else.
Shasha took another sip of her beer, letting the silence linger.
"Kris seemed… pretty interested in her earlier." Shasha commented casually, like she was just making conversation. "Before you got here."
Prim took a long sip of her beer without saying a word.
Shasha wasn't the type to make comments like that without a reason. Considering she had dated Kris before, she had more than enough credibility on the subject.
A beat later, Shasha glanced toward the dance floor, and eventually Prim followed her gaze without meaning to.
On the dance floor, someone had found Bambi and pulled her to dance.
Prim realized it was Kris with whom Bambi was dancing. The music was upbeat, and Kris was good at leading, and Prim wouldn't deny that.
Kris's hand was now on Bambi's lower back, and the two moved together naturally, normally, like two friends moving to the music.
Prim turned slightly on the bar stool and told herself to look away. But the advice lasted for about three seconds before she looked back.
Prim's jaw tightened.
She trusted Bambi with all her heart. She truly did.
But Kris was standing just a little too close, speaking into Bambi's ear over the music. Bambi answered with another bright laugh, and Prim's fingers tightened around the bottle, its condensation freezing her skin.
Inevitably, Prim's features settled into a stern one. So transparent that Shasha recognized it immediately and chuckled.
"Oh… top-tier recognizing top-tier." Shasha laughed sardonically, like she was just thinking out loud. Her smirk was annoyingly sharp.
Prim shot Shasha a deadly look.
Because she understood exactly what Shasha meant. Kris was a top-tier. Prim was a top-tier. Shasha also happened to be one.
Her lips pursed together.
Shasha's smirk widened as her gaze drifted between Prim's icy expression and the dance floor, where Kris and Bambi were still dancing together.
Shasha looked far too entertained. She let out a low whistle.
"That's what you get when you leave your girl alone." Shasha murmured, her brows arching as the words dripped with mock sympathy. "Someone else will step in and keep her company."
The sudden comment landed like a jab, a very snarky one.
Prim gritted her teeth, her shoulders squaring with tension. Her hand curled into a fist.
"Now excuse me. My girlfriend's waiting for me." Shasha rose to her feet before Prim could respond or do something that could ruin the party. "Wouldn't leave her waiting, you know. That's how you keep your girl."
Shasha clinked her beer against Prim's.
Then she bumped her shoulder lightly against Prim's as the latter watched her with an unpleasant frown.
Shasha walked away toward Gorya, leaving Prim sitting there with the implication hanging like poison.
Prim sat there for half a minute, her free hand still clenched tight.
The party suddenly felt different, like it was going downhill. And surely Prim hadn't driven eight hours just to stand there observing it.
Prim set her beer down, stood, and crossed the room quietly.
On the dance floor, Bambi was too busy swaying her hips to the beat, laughing as she chatted with Kris between songs. Mid-sentence, Kris's head turned toward something over Bambi's shoulder as her smile faltered.
"Bambi." That was Prim speaking with her rasp voice sounding even more low and deep.
And that was also Prim touching Bambi's waist, pulling her small frame into her taller one.
Kris looked from Prim's serious face to the hand at Bambi's waist.
"Uh, hey… all yours, P'Prim!" Kris said with a small grin.
Kris seemed to shrink where she stood before quickly excusing herself into the crowd.
Bambi, completely unaware of what was going inside Prim's head, looked up at Prim, then her face immediately lit up.
"Look who came!" She murmured, leaning into Prim without hesitation.
Bambi was grinning now, loopy and bright, already trying to angle her body so they were facing each other. She was holding a drink and occasionally sipping it.
She danced along to the beat, smiling as she tried to coax Prim into joining her.
But Prim kept still.
When Prim looked at her closely, Bambi's movements had become even looser.
Therefore, Prim started to feel alarmed.
"How many have you had tonight?" Prim asked with concern when Bambi took another leisurely sip.
Prim's hand was holding Bambi's waist firmly, and she could feel how much Bambi was clinging into her.
"Mm… a number." Bambi blinked at her slowly and sweetly. "Like three?"
Prim furrowed her brow completely, not believing what she had said. Three drinks would never cause such a change in behavior.
"Why do you ask?" Bambi looked at her with that mischievous grin. "Do I look like I need a babysitter?"
For a second, Prim closed her eyes, releasing a tired breath. So much for trying to be considerate.
Years passed, and Bambi still knew how to defuse a serious question with a stupid joke.
Prim found herself torn between wanting to be kind to Bambi and to scold her, all at the same time. That old feeling, perhaps, had never truly left her.
Then Bambi tried to take a new sip, but Prim's hand closed around the glass.
Prim simply wasn't going to negotiate anymore.
"You've had enough." Prim said sharply, the scolding tone back, its low timbre leaving no room for argument. "We're leaving."
Prim placed the glass on the high table, reaching for Bambi's bag. She slipped the strap over her shoulder, then took Bambi's hand decisively.
Bambi's fingers intertwined with hers with a muscle memory so consistent that it still surprised her from time to time.
They walked together to the exit area.
Behind them, from somewhere in the crowd, someone grimaced. "Oh no! Already leaving, Bambi?"
The chant dropped into a mournful register. "Nooo."
Bambi twisted back toward the room quickly.
"Don't panic, everyone." Bambi's hand raised, her posture magnanimous. "Just tell P'Ant to open a new tab. All drinks are still on me!"
The crowd went back up immediately. The chant flipped to joy. "Bambi! Bambi!"
Bambi giggled as Prim steered her toward the exit.
They left the party together.
Prim unlocked her apartment's door and stepped aside, allowing Bambi to walk in first.
Then Prim closed the door and set her keys on the table with a soft clatter, her jacket coming off. She slung it over the chair by the entrance and kicked her shoes off.
Bambi had already walked to the couch. So Prim headed to the kitchen.
From the kitchen, she heard Bambi sit on the couch and remove her boots.
Prim turned on the faucet, filled a glass of water, and set it on the counter.
Bambi got the second boot off and set it next to the first and stood up.
Prim filled her own glass again after emptying it. A few seconds later, light footsteps approached behind her.
"Hey… I'm not drunk." Bambi murmured. "If that's what you think."
Slowly, Prim turned toward her, confused. "What did you say?"
"I know where I am." Bambi said, walking slowly. "And I know what I came here for."
Prim stared at her.
Then she set the glass down on the counter behind her without breaking eye contact.
The pieces started falling into place one by one, and with every realization, the concern that had been sitting in her chest shifted into something bitter, sitting in Prim's ribs.
"Since when are you so close to Kris?"
Bambi stopped. Her brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Are you serious right now?" Bambi tilted her face, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Prim, she's a friend. Our friend."
Prim turned back to the counter. She looked at her reflection in the dark window above the sink. She gripped the edge, her shoulders rigid. "She was staring at you the whole party…"
"So did everyone." Bambi scoffed, sounding genuinely incredulous.
Prim turned to face her.
"Would you have danced with her all night if I hadn't come to get you?" Prim asked seriously.
Bambi gave a little shrug.
"I dunno, maybe…" Bambi murmured, tilting her head. "I just wanted to dance."
Prim glared at her, shaking her head in quiet disbelief.
"The dancing was the point, and Kris was just a bonus. Right?" Prim asked, folding her arms across her chest.
The last month of location shoots had sculpted broader shoulders and more defined biceps through hauling equipment and hard physical work. Bambi always had a thing for Prim's toned body. Not brand new information.
So obviously, her eyes dropped to the muscles that flexed before meeting Prim's eyes again.
"I'm starting to think that…" Bambi's hands found Prim's crossed forearms, fingertips tracing slowly over the firm lines before shamelessly lingering at the curve of her bicep. "Someone is jealous of my friendship with Kris…"
Prim's face stayed hard. But her thoughts weren't as steady with the sudden contact.
She exhaled, recomposing herself.
"You really enjoy making me jealous, don't you?" Prim rasped.
Bambi tipped her chin up until she met Prim's eyes again. Then a slow, infuriating smile tugged at her lips.
That smug little smile that only appeared when Bambi knew she had successfully got under Prim's skin and Prim had allowed her.
"Well… I mean… look at you right now." Bambi murmured, dragging it out like she knew it would annoy Prim and it did. "Can you really blame me?"
Prim moved closer to Bambi and stopped right as their faces were a step close.
"Really Bambi? Are you sure it's a good moment to act so silly right now?" Prim asked, her brows furrowing in disbelief.
"But I didn't do anything!" Bambi fought back, glancing away with the smile still on her lips.
Prim lifted Bambi's chin up so they made eye contact again.
That's when Prim realized, when looking at Bambi, that she was still Bambi. And unfortunately, once a brat, always a brat.
Prim's entire demeanor began to fall apart for an incredibly annoying and stupid reason: she couldn't resist Bambi's dirty tricks.
They still worked on her.
"God, Bambi. I should be annoyed at you." Prim snarled, her eyes falling to Bambi's mouth. "But right now all I can think about is putting my mouth on you."
"Mm, is that so?" Bambi cooed. "Then wh–"
Prim's hands came up to hold Bambi's face and kissed her lips before Bambi could continue to use her bratty sharp-tongued mouth to talk.
Bambi shuddered as Prim's hands slid down to grab her waist.
Prim walked her backward two steps, pressing Bambi against the opposite lateral counter.
"What if I told you that…" Bambi drawled softly after their lips parted, then gave Prim a small brush of noses, slightly dizzy. Her lipstick had smudged from the kiss. "I want more than your mouth on me? What would you do, mm?"
A second later, Prim's hand rose from Bambi's waist to the back of her neck, fingers twisting in the strands, pulling backward until Bambi's head arched, almost bumping against the upper kitchen cabinet.
Prim's lips chased Bambi's again, drawing a faint breath from her as the kiss became open-mouthed and hungry. Her tongue met the whisky, but also sweet, fruity remnants of the drinks Bambi had drank.
"You really wanted my attention, huh?" Prim muttered between kisses.
Bambi smiled against her lips and gave Prim a playful shove at the shoulders, shifting their positions.
Prim let herself be pressed on the counter.
And now, being that close again, Bambi could feel Prim properly for the first time in what felt like ages.
"Yeah… but right now I only want one thing." Bambi whispered into Prim's ear, her nails tracing the waistband of Prim's jeans, reaching for the button. "I want my present."
Prim went still, instantly stopping Bambi's hand. "What present?"
"You." Bambi whispered. "But I want the other version."
Her mouth went to Prim's neck, lips trailing lower.
Prim made a faint sound.
"What… exactly… are you asking of me?" Prim breathed, tilting her head up, giving access to Bambi's soft lips.
"Imagine that you don't have to be nice to me tonight…" Bambi spoke in a sweet, catlike voice, her hands moving to the hem of Prim's top, finding warm skin underneath as the latter's breath caught. "I want the one who commands the room and doesn't ask twice."
Prim's stomach tightened at the touch, her heart rate going faster. She closed her eyes for a moment.
Bambi continued to tease her with provocative touches.
And she watched Prim's reaction shifting in real time, savoring every second of it. She kissed Prim's mouth once before continuing. "Mm… you're so into this now. Aren't you?"
Prim didn't answer because she was. Fuck, she was. Her brain had already built scenes on its own. It was filthy, but hotter than hell.
And Bambi, who shamelessly tested every boundary and provoked Prim right up to the last barrier, witnessed the unrestrained side of Prim taking over her.
And if the whole fucking point was to get such side of Prim, then that's what Bambi was going to get.
There was no taking it back anymore.
Prim created enough space between the counter and Bambi. Her hand slipped behind Bambi's lower back, the other beneath her nylon-covered knee.
Prim lifted Bambi into her arm. "Let's unwrap your present."
Bambi let out a surprised gasp and wrapped her arms around Prim's shoulders instantly with a smile.
She didn't even bother masking her excitement, knowing where Prim was taking her.
Bambi felt herself pressed against the wooden door, her legs hooked around Prim's waist, her fingers entangling Prim's soft wavy hair.
Their mouths broke apart and Bambi drew a shaky breath.
Prim was looking up at her from this new angle. The sight of her panting, visibly disoriented, made Bambi's heartbeat kick into overdrive.
She had spent long days dreaming about those big hands maneuvering her, those soft lips that kissed hard. Her neurons had been firing on the same loop, desperate for Prim to take care of the volcano that had been building inside her.
"Prim… I swear..." Bambi purred, her fingers tightening in Prim's hair. "If you don't take me to bed right now I will make your life genuinely difficult."
Prim's eyes simmered with the threat. She carried Bambi to the bed without a word.
Bambi bounced slightly when she got thrown on the mattress, her long hair spreading across the linen orange pillows, gasping.
Prim stepped back and stared at her, and Bambi laid there, letting herself be looked at.
Then Prim climbed over her, and settled her weight down. The position made Prim's full length press Bambi into the mattress, and the rush of full-body contact hit Bambi so hard her mind nearly tripped over itself.
Prim lowered her head and pressed her nose to the curve of Bambi's neck. All evening she had caught the scent of Bambi's sweet perfume and it had not been enough.
"You've been torturing me all night with your smell." Prim whispered, right into the back of Bambi's ear. "You know what this perfume does to me, don't you?"
Bambi's back arched off the mattress, gasping as Prim kissed her neck slowly.
"I do… that's why I will never stop wearing it."
Prim's hands went to Bambi's covered legs, running her palms up her calves, over her knees, her skirt, to her belly, stopping at Bambi's top.
Her hands pushed the hem of the maroon top higher.
When it was bunched at her ribs, Prim grabbed the fabric and pulled it off.
The skirt came down next, and Prim tossed it all aside, leaving Bambi in matching black lingerie and black pantyhose.
Prim's breath caught immediately.
"Matching set..." She noted, her dark eyes moving over her slowly. "Someone had high hopes tonight."
For one absurd moment, Bambi thought she had somehow become the birthday present herself, with the way Prim was looking at her.
And she loved being the center of Prim's lustful gaze.
"Just in case Director Prim wanted to carry me off to her room." Bambi whispered, pulling her down.
"Well it fucking worked." Prim's cheeks flushed, but her eyes stayed dark. "You look–"
Bambi kissed Prim before she could finish, her tongue sliding deep.
Prim's skilled hands found the clasp of her bra.
Braless, Bambi's round breasts spilled free. Prim's stare dipped hungrily and stayed there as Bambi arched her body, offering herself.
Prim's hands traced Bambi's curves deliberately, then cupped her breasts, pressing them together, her thumbs rolling over Bambi's nipples.
Bambi's head immediately fell back on the pillow.
"Ahh, yes…"
Prim's mouth replaced one hand, her tongue circling the hardened nipple while her fingers pinched the other. She sucked on the nipple with an inhuman hunger, her teeth nibbling the sensitive skin.
Bambi cried out, pulling Prim's head closer.
Prim sucked the other nipple, groaning involuntarily against her skin, and that groan revealed the arousal Prim could no longer hide from Bambi.
Bambi moaned, feeling Prim's warm mouth, her own arousal increasing by the nipple stimulation. She could already feel her underwear soaking.
Then Bambi's hand reached down between them, trying to touch Prim's jeans, but Prim caught her wrist.
"No. Not touching." Prim said briefly. Then hands slid to Bambi's legs firmly.
"Tell me what I can do." Bambi breathed.
"You can do what I tell you." Prim's face was close now, her voice so low Bambi could feel the vibration against her own chest. "Start by respecting my rule: don't touch what I haven't allowed you to touch. I know rules are a difficult concept for you but you're going to learn."
Bambi shifted under her. "I can follow rules, okay?"
Prim had watched Bambi fail at it before, countless times.
"We'll see then." She smirked.
Prim descended to Bambi's neck again. She trailed her lips along the choker's edge, lower, until her mouth found the small mole at the collarbone. She kissed it.
Bambi's breath caught, squirming under her. She was fighting the urge to touch Prim.
Eventually, her hands began to wander everywhere without any regard for anything, too bold and impulsive.
That's when Prim sat up abruptly.
"P'Prim, what are you..."
"What did I say?" Prim's eyebrows raised in mild disappointment, the face of the stern director that could make anyone apologize before they understood what they had done wrong. "About the rule thing. Hm?"
"I… wanted to…" Bambi breathed, her body shivering under the cold air that touched her skin.
"You wanted to touch me. Even though I told you not to." Prim deadpanned.
"I couldn't help it. You're so..." Bambi's hips shifted restlessly on the bed.
"You couldn't follow my rule. Not even for one minute." Prim shook her head.
Bambi reached for Prim's waist.
"P'Prim." She was actively pouting now, coaxing Prim.
But Prim didn't hear it. Or didn't care about it. She pulled Bambi's hands away, setting them at her sides.
Bambi had to prove she would follow rules. That was the whole challenge.
So she eventually threw her head back with a quiet whine and stayed where she was.
"I won't touch you." Bambi assured desperately, the lust fully taking over. "I won't say anything. Please, P'Prim. Please. Stop torturing me… I will behave!"
Pleading hadn't been part of the plan, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
"Okay." Prim said hoarsely.
The moment Prim pressed one leg between Bambi's thighs, rubbing her knee against the nylon and lace underneath, Bambi whimpered, her hips bucking upward against Prim's leg, desperately seeking contact.
"These feel incredibly nice." Prim pointed out softly, one hand tracing the sheer fabric along Bambi's thigh, feeling the texture of nylon against her fingertips, the warmth of skin underneath.
"I had you in mind… when I put them on..." Bambi said faintly, the heat between her legs becoming unbearable.
Prim's eyes lingered on the sexy black lace underwear, which was covered by the nylon pantyhose.
"I hate that they're in my way." Prim exhaled, her jaw flexing. The conflict was visible on her face, because she wanted it on Bambi and she wanted it off Bambi.
"You don't have to take them off." Bambi whispered, her mouth curving into a sly smile for a moment. "You can rip them."
Prim stared at Bambi's face for a moment.
Then her lips curved upwards as both hands found the sheer fabric between Bambi's thighs.
The muscles in Prim's forearms flexed as the fabric tore with a ripping sound.
"Oh God!" Bambi gasped at the roughness, her face hotter than before.
The pantyhose was split from the seam as Bambi's lace underwear was exposed through the ragged opening.
Prim used her index and middle fingers to hook the choker and tug, causing Bambi's chin to tilt up and their eyes to meet.
Bambi's inner muscles contracted at the sensation of the choker tightening around her throat, wishing it were Prim's hand instead, her mind racing at the idea of Prim's fingers wrapped around her neck, squeezing it.
"Do you want my fingers somewhere else?" Prim asked, commanding.
"Y-yes..." Bambi nodded faintly. The look she sent upward, needy and adoring, made Prim's grip on the choker loosen involuntarily.
Then Prim tugged the choker harder, pulling Bambi's face closer.
"Tell me where." The words vibrated against Bambi's mouth with authority.
"I want..." Bambi paused, her underwear drenched through the lace. "You know where, baby."
Prim leaned closer, her knee pressing forward against the sensitive skin, and the friction made Bambi's vision swim.
"You're still not telling me, Bambi..."
Prim was making Bambi experience such exquisite cruelty with her teasing.
And if she kept whispering in that deep voice and impossibly close, Bambi was going to come from the sound alone.
"Fuck, Prim!" Bambi frowned, her hips jerking against Prim's knee. "You're so mean to me!"
Prim's smile was evil when she pulled away from the choker, her fingers sliding down, lightly touching through the black lace.
Bambi's thighs trembled, quivering under her touch. Her hands shot out impulsively and grabbed Prim's wrist, trying to drag it further.
"Get your hands off me right now." Prim ordered. Her free hand snapped to Bambi's wrists, pinning them above Bambi's head.
Prim's clothed chest pressed against Bambi's breasts.
Bambi's arousal and desperation braided so tight she couldn't separate them anymore.
"Just fuck me already." The words came out so softly from Bambi's lips. "I'm begging you."
Prim watched her with a confident smirk, letting go of Bambi's wrist.
Now her piercing eyes were pinning Bambi to the bed harder than her hand was doing.
Prim's palms slowly travelled to Bambi's belly, then lower.
"Hands stay above your head." Prim said firmly. "And if you move, I'll stop."
Bambi complied, her hands touching the bedboard, because she had guaranteed she would behave. She might have asked Prim to take over earlier, but obedience still felt strangely against her nature.
"Excellent. Good girl." Prim whispered, and the praise landed on Bambi's skin with a visible shiver.
Prim's hand dipped lower, her fingers already easing the lace to the side.
Bambi shuddered at the touch. Her pussy was already dripping juices down to the mattress, and it made Prim's smirk deepen with satisfaction.
Prim's fingers started to caress Bambi's throbbing clit with light, slow strokes.
"Ohh–" Bambi arched with a gasp.
Prim raised a brow, a smug smile appearing on her lips again. "Am I still mean?"
Bambi's hips jerked. Pleasure sparking through her like electricity. "Don't fucking tease."
"I'll do whatever I want." Prim muttered, but her mouth followed her hand.
Her face fell between Bambi's legs.
She brushed the tip of her tongue up to Bambi's clit, stroking it in pressuring circles, occasionally scraping the swollen flushed hood with her teeth and mouth.
Bambi gasped, her hands almost fisting in Prim's hair, instead she gripped the pillows.
Then Prim's warm tongue slid inside to Bambi's sweet pussy, her firm hands holding Bambi's legs open, all the possessiveness channeling into the way her tongue glided inside Bambi.
"Ahh… fuck, Prim!"
It didn't take long until Prim replaced her tongue with two fingers, sliding in easily.
Moans and whimpers escaped Bambi's mouth as her hips rolled against Prim's delicious fingers stretching her tight walls as the room filled with wet sticky sounds.
Suddenly Bambi felt on the verge of climax.
Almost unconsciously, she reached up and grabbed Prim's hair.
"Oh, God–I'm almost there… please, don't–"
Right before Bambi could reach the peak of pleasure, Prim untangled her hair from Bambi's grip and pulled back.
Bambi jerked and protested under her, betrayed by the sudden absence, her whole body hot with a climax Prim had taken away right at the edge.
"W-why did you do that?!" It came out as a faint whisper. "I… I was so close!"
Prim drew her hand through her hair, sweeping the loose strands back over her shoulder.
Then she crawled up her body and pinned Bambi down again, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "You want to come?" She rasped, her voice velvet-smooth. "Want me to let you?"
Bambi nodded vigorously.
"Please!" She hissed, her voice breaking. "Please, Prim, I need–"
Prim's smile widened ever so slightly.
"Tsk. If you want an orgasm, you must earn it." Prim whispered before lifting her face to meet her eyes. "And just because it's your birthday doesn't mean the rules change."
Bambi stared at her, her body aching at the unfairness of being stopped at the edge. She was frustrated, tingling so badly her hips kept lifting against Prim without any dignity left.
A smirk touched Prim's lips before she pulled away and rose from the bed.
"I'm going to give you another chance."
Prim stopped beside the bed and, without taking her eyes off Bambi, hooked her fingers beneath the hem of her top.
Bambi watched the white fabric clearing Prim's arms and getting yanked aside.
Her bralette came next.
Then Prim reached for the button of her jeans and popped the button.
Prim's sensual striptease sent more heat through Bambi, making her heart race so hard she could hear it in her own ears.
Bambi bit her fingertip as her eyes dropped to the white elastic. Her own inner thighs burned as her eyes traveled from Prim's six-pack abs, the navel piercing and back up to her perky breasts, shamelessly admiring Prim's attractive figure, already feeling herself wetter than ever.
As soon as Prim saw her wandering gaze, she pulled the zipper down at a slow pace, so slow it was clearly a provocation.
"You've got a thing about my body?" Prim taunted, far too smug about it. Then she tossed the jeans aside.
"I have a thing about you, but yes. Looking at you should come with a warning label..." Bambi admitted.
Prim's mouth curved as she pulled the black Calvin Klein boxers down.
All that time trying to act normal… and turned out that Prim was glistening.
Bambi's mouth watered with the need to eat her out. If Prim granted her the opportunity, she definitely would.
Prim went to the nightstand drawer and pulled it open. From inside she took the strap-on Bambi had given her months ago.
Suddenly Bambi's sly smile reappeared. She knew what all of that preparation was for.
"Need a hand?" Bambi asked, watching Prim lace the buckles of the harness around her hips.
"Hm." Prim gave her the opportunity with a nod.
Bambi quickly sat on her knees on the edge of the bed, her hands already tightening the straps. She adjusted everything until the harness was secure.
Then she looked up with that expression.
Prim was looking down at her with a charming smile, knowing what her body attached with a strap-on was doing to Bambi.
And Bambi could not resist anymore.
She propped on her elbows, her hand closing around the dildo. She sucked the silicone slowly, her eyes locked on Prim's face as she took it deeper.
"Fuck, Bambi." Prim breathed, unable to glance away as Bambi swirled her tongue around the tip, getting it naturally lubed with saliva.
Bambi sucked it again, and pulled off with a loud mouth-pop sound and a shameless smirk.
"All ready, now." She said.
Prim's eyes had gone almost pitch black.
Without wasting time, she pushed Bambi on the mattress and climbed over her.
She yanked off the torn pantyhose and ruined lace and shoved it all aside until Bambi was completely bare with her legs spread, and the sight of it made Prim's nerves rush.
Prim pushed Bambi's knees up, pressing Bambi's thighs almost against her own shoulders, folding her. She slowly positioned the shaft in Bambi's entrance.
Bambi was still so, so turned on, that when Prim pushed forward, the length slid inside easily, filling her up in one long stroke.
"Prim–" The tingling was instantaneous, even the slight burn of it making pleasure spark through Bambi's nerve endings.
Prim got better leverage, and started to thrust slowly. Her face was right above Bambi's, her brown eyes with intent and lust just as Bambi's.
Prim's breasts pressed against Bambi's, skin on skin, and the contact of their bodies without fabric between them, made them both moan.
"Mm… yes–" Bambi whimpered uncontrollably, her brows knitting in pleasure "Faster, baby."
"No, you don't give orders here."
Prim slammed her hips harder, and Bambi cried out. The pleasure shot through Bambi's entire body, that denied orgasm from earlier was still coiled tight in her abdomen.
Bambi easily became weak by Prim's rapid thrusts.
She needed to touch Prim. But the rule said she couldn't.
So her mouth reached for Prim's shoulder and bit her neck.
Prim's eyes squeezed shut for a heartbeat.
"Ow–" Prim hissed, her hips snapping forward so hard it made Bambi moan louder. "You bit me?!"
There wasn't a trace of guilt on Bambi's face. If anything, she looked pleased with herself.
"Your whole evil rule game got me..." Bambi breathed beneath her. "I can't even hold you."
Prim should not reward her for biting. That defeated the entire point.
She withdrew the shaft.
"No..." Bambi complained, hands reaching for her hips.
"You deserve to be punished for that." Prim rasped. She sat back on her knees, the whole silicone length dripping with Bambi's arousal.
Bambi was breaking rules, heavily aware of that. But she couldn't help it. She always wanted to bite back.
"Here I thought the big Director was going to make me scream…" She taunted.
Prim finally answered that filthy little mouth with the reaction Bambi had been begging to get.
She slapped Bambi's inner thighs with a loud smack.
"Oh my!" Bambi screamed, eyes gone bright in awe. She stared at Prim with mouth open, the sting of the smack still pulsing through her pussy.
Prim watched her face and how Bambi bit her lip. That was probably what rattled Prim the most.
"Again."
Bambi had the prettiest face, too sweet for the words coming out of her mouth. But there she was, asking for more spanking.
Smack.
One more slap landed against her inner thighs, louder, and lewd enough to make Bambi's legs shake.
Bambi panted, her lashes dipping. It was the most shameless moment of her life. She didn't mind at all.
Prim grabbed her jaw roughly, her eyes had already darkened. "You like when I treat you badly?"
Bambi trembled, a moan tearing from her throat. "Yes–fuck!"
The admission fed somewhere deep inside Prim, that twisted and possessive part of her she had been trying not to indulge all night.
Without another word, Prim laid against the mattress beside Bambi, one arm propping her up.
"Come here." Prim ordered, one hand wrapping around the dildo as she glanced at Bambi. "Show the Director how good of a cowgirl you are."
It was the sexiest Bambi had ever seen Prim.
Eagerly, Bambi crawled over her and sank down onto the thick shaft in one slow, shaking roll, taking it inch by inch until her hips met Prim's.
"Oh… fuck…" Her eyes rolled back, mouth parting, gasping with the fullness of it inside her.
"Ride me." Prim commanded. She watched her, biting her lower lip, letting Bambi have the chance to work alone.
Bambi rolled her hips, cupping her own breasts. She noticed how Prim's eyes dropped to where her hands went. So she bit her lip and smiled, riding down harder once, making both of them pant.
Prim sat up, let out a soft gasp and Bambi's face lit up with satisfaction.
"You like watching me ride you, Director?" Bambi breathed.
"Ah…" Prim let out a soft moan, her cheeks blushing, her breathing ragged, her hands finding Bambi's thighs. And Bambi loved hearing her aroused breaths.
For a moment, Prim seemed to have completely gone dazed, focused on every rise and fall of Bambi's body.
And Prim looking this turned on was Bambi's favorite sight in the world.
Naturally, it made Bambi want to tempt her.
She leaned down, lips at Prim's ear. "This doesn't feel much like a punishment at all…"
Prim's hands clamped around her hips, strong enough to stop her.
"Get on your knees." Prim said.
Finally, Bambi thought as she climbed off, positioning herself on all fours. The anticipation made her tremble.
Prim moved behind her, hands gripping Bambi's hips, entering her fast from behind, and Bambi's arms nearly gave out.
"Fuck!" Bambi felt the shaft filling her pussy completely with each snap of Prim's hips. Bambi pushed back to meet every thrust. "Yes… yes, baby. Don't stop–"
Prim set a punishing rhythm, her hips snapping forward as she pulled Bambi's hair, yanking her head back.
Prim's broad back bowed over Bambi's, the erect nipples brushing against Bambi's tattooed back, making Bambi moan uncontrollably loud.
Then Prim sucked the junction of her neck and shoulder.
"Ahh, Prim–!" Bambi cried out so loudly Prim had to clamp the other hand over her mouth for half a second, more warning than restraint, while her hips kept slamming forward.
"You want the neighbors to hear it?!" Prim snarled.
If the neighbors ever expressed an opinion, Bambi would first ask if they missed listening to her and Prim's concerts, and if the answer was no, she would suggest they invest in ear protection.
So Bambi bit Prim's palm, making her wince.
"I don't care about the neighbors…" Bambi breathed, turning her face against Prim's hand. "I just want you to fuck me so hard I'll feel you for days."
Prim's bitten hand found Bambi's breast and pinched her nipple as a soft groan rippled through Bambi.
In their daily life, Bambi wanted Prim's proof of her love with sweet gestures, flowers, food stolen from Prim's plate, Prim fixing her hair, Prim pretending not to spoil her while spoiling her too much.
But in bed, Bambi wanted proof in hands, soreness, slaps, bites, thrusts, filthy words, the delicious ache she would remember the next day when she sat down. She wanted intensity as devotion.
Then Prim's fingers hovered near Bambi's collarbone, and up to her throat.
"Your hand, baby…" Bambi gasped, between thrusts. "I want… please…"
"Yeah?" Prim knew what she was asking for, the other hand holding Bambi's hair back. But she still needed reassurance.
"Yes. Please, baby. I need it–"
Prim released Bambi's hair, and wrapped her hand around Bambi's throat from behind.
Every nerve ending was firing and every sensation magnified Bambi's arousal. The pressure on her neck, the fullness of the shaft. Perfection.
"You make me act crazy…" Prim rasped in her ear, tightening the squeeze. "Are you proud of that?"
Bambi rolled her eyes back with pleasure as the shaft pounded harder inside, her walls tightening.
"Mmmhm." Bambi moaned brokenly, glad that she wasn't the only unhinged one.
Prim pressed her neck tighter.
"You dirty little minx." Prim purred. The sentence was whispered against Bambi's ear and it made Bambi bite her lip.
Prim released her throat slowly as she shifted back to her position, her palm smacking Bambi's ass loudly more than once.
The neighbors would surely hear the spanking sounds, along with the creaking of the bed that they had been making for a while.
But then Prim slowed the rhythm until every thrust became deliberate. It only made Bambi more eager.
"Deeper please." Bambi let out a helpless whimper. She pushed back against Prim's now deliberate thrusts.
"Say that you're mine… and I'll give you your present." Prim purred with a raspy voice, thrusting her hips torturously slower but with brutal force.
"I'm… I'm… mmph." The loud slaps on Bambi's ass cheeks combined with Prim's controlled rhythm were causing Bambi to have actual trouble with how to breathe.
The palm imprints were already rising on both sides of Bambi's ass, the tan skin turning red.
The sensual sounds Bambi made were doing things to Prim's wild self. She had a few more thrusts left, barely holding herself through the refusal to release before Bambi did.
"I'm yours, baby–fuck–this pussy is yours." Bambi gasped out faintly, too far gone to care about the concept of decorum.
Prim smiled cockily like a winner.
She grabbed Bambi's waist, shifting positions quickly, pinning her against the mattress.
Prim braced her elbows on either side of Bambi and entered her again.
Bambi raised her arms. She was spread beneath Prim again, warm tan skin, breasts bouncing as Prim's hips moved in a relentless back-and-forth rhythm.
Then Prim took Bambi's hands, guiding them to her own chest, pressing Bambi's palms against her breasts, cupping them, then dragged them slowly down her stomach, letting Bambi touch her body freely.
Now Bambi could feel Prim again. She squeezed Prim's muscles, her fingernails dragging sharply up Prim's shoulders, then down to her back, leaving red scars.
Prim moaned at the sting, but kept fucking her to full climax.
Bambi watched shamelessly as Prim pounded her hips against her, drinking in the sounds of her skin slapping against hers, the concentration on Prim's pretty face, and the way her abs flexed with each thrust.
"Let me come. I'm so close. Please–" Bambi whispered, her grip tightening on Prim's arms, her fingernails digging into the taut flesh, feeling the knot in her stomach tighten.
There was a faint bruise on Prim's lower lip from repeatedly biting it herself, revealing how intensely she had been getting off to this, perfectly matching Bambi's freak.
"Then come." Prim finally lifted her gaze to hers. Their eyes met, and the intensity in Prim's eyes stole the breath from Bambi's lungs. "Come for me, baby."
Prim granted Bambi's wish.
"P-Prim, baby–" Suddenly Bambi shattered, her orgasm ripping through her so hard her vision went white. Her walls clamped down around the shaft, her whole body convulsing.
Prim kissed her with such tenderness that Bambi lost her breath into it, her teeth biting Prim's upper lip when she inhaled again as she gauged Prim's reaction.
And Prim answered with a low grunt instantly.
"Please, don't pull out–" Bambi sobbed on Prim's mouth as the powerful waves crashed over her.
Prim stayed deep inside Bambi.
"You look so cute when you come..." The words triggered something in Bambi. Her oversensitive pussy responded with new arousal as another orgasm built in her core before the first had even finished.
The friction and the sight of Bambi coming desperately made her inner muscles tighten.
"Fuck, Bambi–oh!" Prim's mouth had fallen open with faint moans. Her whole body jerked. "I'm going to c…"
Prim came hard with a grunt as pleasure rolled through her. And that's when Bambi climaxed again for the second time when she saw Prim coming.
Bambi's mouth opened wide without sound, her muscles aching with the rapidity of the buildup.
Prim braced both hands on the headboard, her forehead pressing against Bambi's. Both were panting and trying to remember how to function.
An amused smile tugged at Prim's lips as she looked at Bambi.
"Wow..." Prim murmured, still trying to process it. "You came twice?!"
Bambi nodded, smiling breathlessly while still amazed that Prim had lasted for so long.
She knew she would never be able to hold for so long, and she was certainly impressed by her girlfriend's stamina.
Bambi gasped when Prim slowly pulled out the shaft.
Prim climbed off the bed to remove the drenched strap-on as Bambi laid on bed staring at the ceiling, still boneless.
A quick moment later, Prim dropped back onto the mattress, one arm folding beneath her head with a long, contented sigh. She turned to face Bambi, and the latter was now staring at her silently with a small smile.
She had admired Prim countless times before, but moments like this always felt different.
And now she was looking too soft lying next to Bambi.
Prim looked like a dessert. A beautiful dessert. Too beautiful to not be savored.
Bambi didn't waste time and crawled up Prim's body without a word.
Prim looked down with a breathy smile. "What are you doing, baby?"
The night wasn't over until Bambi decided it was.
"I'm getting my other present..." Bambi pressed a gentle kiss to her neck. "I want to make you feel good."
She cupped Prim's breasts, feeling the nipples erecting against her palms, pinching it, and then rolling the hardness under the pad of her thumbs.
Prim moaned softly as Bambi moved to Prim's shoulder and bit down, sucking it, leaving another red circle on her skin.
Then another spot. And another.
Prim's head instantly fell back against the pillow, surrendering to the moment, content to let her girlfriend take care of her.
Bambi smiled against her skin as she pressed her mouth between Prim's inner thighs. The sticky residue of her release hit Bambi's senses like a drug.
She licked Prim's entrance to her labia slowly, the sugary-warm taste that she had been obsessed with since their first time.
Her tongue pressed gently to Prim's clit, the tenderness of it a stark contrast to what they had just done.
"Ahh..." Prim's words were strained. "Baby, your tongue–oh fuck–"
Bambi's lips closed carefully around the swollen, oversensitive nerves, her tongue doing slow circles around the throbbing area.
Prim's breathing started to get faster again, her thigh muscles tensing against Bambi's hands.
Bambi already knew what was coming. She sucked harder and slid one finger inside, curling up.
"Don't stop, don't stop–"
Prim came again with a broken moan, her back arching. And Bambi drank down every fresh leak of nectar that dripped from Prim's pussy.
Prim's hand in her hair went slack as the second orgasm washed through her in long, shaking waves.
"You taste so good, baby. As always." Bambi drawled against Prim's flushed area as she pressed one last gentle kiss to her inner thighs and crawled up Prim's body to kiss her.
After spending the last month borrowing each other in late-night facetimes, coffee in Prim's office, a rushed lunch date, a half an afternoon stolen between meetings… they finally had this.
Completely worth it, Bambi thought with a smile and a jumping heart as they enjoyed each other's warmth after being separated.
Moments later, Bambi found herself wearing one of their shared shirts, the cotton loose on her body. Her face was fresh, but her legs still carried the delicious burning sensation of everything Prim had done to her.
She rested her back against the headboard.
Prim sat on the other side of the bed in a plain green tank top and sweatpants, her hair was tossed to her back.
She had that face that had scared off half the strangers who met her and made people assume Prim was either annoyed or silently judging them, when in reality it was just her normal expression.
Bambi had always found it strangely endearing. The contrast between Prim's cold aura and the softness she only showed to the people she loved never failed to make Bambi's heart warm.
She silently watched Prim who was now busy, focused on taking care of her.
That was another thing about finding their way back to each other.
When they were together, nothing else mattered. Sometimes they ended under low bedroom light in a shared, intimate silence like this.
And sometimes intimacy looked like her girlfriend massaging her foot gently. Bambi stared as Prim's fingers traced slow circles with her thumb.
She let Prim massage it for a moment.
"Come here." Bambi said, patting the mattress beside her.
Prim looked up, then shifted across the bed without a word. She settled against Bambi's side, letting her temple rest on Bambi's shoulder.
Bambi pulled Prim closer, adjusting until Prim's head rested properly against her shoulder. She pressed her lips to the top of Prim's head, moving her fingers through the soft strands.
The great Lady Bird director was currently nuzzling into her like a puppy who had found a warm spot and decided it was hers now. Bambi actually melted. Her delicate girl.
Prim pressed her nose to Bambi's neck and gave a gentle kiss, inhaling her again.
"So..." Prim murmured after a while, her eyes closed as she felt Bambi stroking her strands tenderly. "Did your birthday live up to the hype?"
Bambi's smile curved slowly. "I'd say it made the podium."
"Oh?" Prim said amusedly, gently folding Bambi's hand into her own, intertwining their fingers. "What about the wishes? The ones you made before you blew the candles."
"They're... getting there." Bambi said slowly. "But I'm not telling you."
Prim pulled back just to study her face, one eyebrow lifting.
"So you're keeping secrets from your own girlfriend now?" Prim asked, seeing Bambi's smile turning secretive.
"I'll tell you when it comes full circle."
She had wished to stay forever loved by Prim.
In every version of forever that existed, Bambi wished to keep Prim by her side. She never wanted to spend her birthday without Prim ever again.
Prim, unaware of the wish she had already been fulfilling all evening, leaned in and pressed a slow kiss onto Bambi's hand.
"I hope it comes true." She murmured. "Whatever it is."
The bedroom grew quiet except for their breathing and heartbeats.
"I'm starving." Prim grumbled suddenly, with a small twitch at the corner of her mouth that meant she was not actually grumpy.
Bambi laughed quietly. "Me too."
Prim shifted slightly. "Do you want me to cook something?"
"Are you sure?" Bambi glanced at her, concern suddenly creeping into her voice. "You just got back from your trip. You must be exhausted."
Prim shook her head. "I'm fine. I want to."
Bambi's gaze lingered on her. She had no idea where Prim kept finding infinite energy.
"Whatever you make is fine." Bambi said.
"It's not gonna be anything like the dishes of the Michelin restaurants you've taken me to." Prim noted humbly with a shrug. "Don't expect plating."
Bambi tilted her head, her curiosity peeking. "What is it, then, chef?"
"Mm…" Prim thought for a moment with uncertainty. "How about drunken noodles?"
"Yeah!" Bambi answered excitedly, a grin plastering across her lips. "It's midnight. So it's the perfect time for it, baby."
"I'll make it for us." Prim smiled fondly.
Bambi followed Prim to the kitchen.
Prim moved ahead of her, opening the fridge and scanning its contents before pulling out what she needed.
"I can help." Bambi offered, reaching for the cabinet where Prim kept the ingredients.
Prim intercepted her hand, pulling it away gently.
Before Bambi could protest, Prim's hands were on her waist, lifting her onto the kitchen counter.
Bambi squeaked with surprise, her legs dangling.
"You, Ms. Bambi." Prim whispered softly, giving a gentle kiss to the little mole on Bambi's nose. "You are going to sit right here and look pretty for me."
Bambi pouted, but she stayed.
She watched as Prim pulled out ingredients from the cabinets.
Then Prim grabbed an apron from the hook by the stove and tied it around her waist.
Prim's hair was still disheveled from the intense session they shared together, and she had pulled her hair into a messy bun.
The pink apron on Prim made her look so cute that Bambi wanted to squeal. Or jump her.
At the counter, Bambi watched her girlfriend's back as Prim cooked.
Bambi traced the lines of her shoulder blades with her eyes. Her back muscles shifted beneath her skin when she reached for something on a high shelf.
The red streaks on Prim's back caught her attention, and her lips curved to herself, as if those red lines had simply appeared from some mischievous set of cat claws she knew nothing about.
Then her eyes travelled lower at the way her waist tapered above the low-slung sweatpants. The apron strings tied in a neat bow at the small of Prim's back. Meanwhile Prim stood in front of the stove, looking focused on cooking for them.
She was so cute. But also so hot. How was that even fair?
Bambi wanted to bite her and swallow her whole. Really.
But she remained a good girl, watching Prim cook just like how she had asked.
Minutes later, Prim turned off the stove and reached behind her to take off her apron. She removed it from her head and tossed it aside.
Her expression changed when she saw the look in Bambi's eyes.
"What?" Prim asked, one eyebrow lifting.
"Nothing." Bambi smiled innocently. "It's just that you're so fine like this."
Prim's lips curved, her gaze lingering on her.
"Guess I should cook more often." She murmured. "If that's the way you look at me."
Prim approached Bambi.
Just before their lips met, Prim paused.
"Oh." Prim blinked, pulling back slightly. "Hold on."
Before Bambi could ask, Prim crossed the kitchen and reached for Bambi's bag.
She pulled out the small blue box and brought it back, placing it beside Bambi on the counter.
"Your gift."
Bambi's curiosity immediately took over. She carefully lifted the lid.
"Okay, before you say anything…" Prim said quickly, already looking a little flustered. "It's not expensive or anything…"
Bambi's eyes lit up instantly when catching the tiny deer necklace that rested against the velvet.
"P'Prim." Bambi said softly, picking it up carefully. "You made this?" She asked Prim, admiring the delicate design.
"Uh… I sketched it. The jeweler did the rest." Prim rubbed the back of her neck. "It's small. I know you have better things–"
"Oh my God!" Bambi squealed excitedly, looking at the cute deer that Prim created for her. "It's so cute! I love it!"
The gift was already Bambi's most treasured possession for one simple reason: Prim had given it to her.
Bambi hugged the necklace close, smiling so hard her cheeks hurt.
Then she turned toward Prim, holding it out. "Put it on me."
Prim chuckled softly and moved closer.
Bambi immediately gathered her hair and threw it over one shoulder, uncovering her bare neck, letting Prim clasp the necklace around her now bare neck.
If she had opened this in front of everyone, she would definitely have embarrassed Prim by squealing nonstop. She finally understood why Prim had insisted on waiting until they were alone.
Bambi looked down at the little deer resting under her nose and beamed.
"I don't know what I did in my past life to deserve you, but I'm so lucky to have you." Bambi smiled at her, a little helplessly.
"You will always have me." Prim said simply with a soft smile.
Bambi grinned with happiness.
"Adorable." Prim said again, now pressing their lips together, pulling back to look at her with soft eyes. "So cute."
"Am I?" She bit her bottom lip, looking up at Prim through her lashes.
"Yeah." Prim kissed the corner of her mouth, then her right cheek, then her left cheek. "My adorable girlfriend."
Prim's hands found her waist, and this time Bambi wrapped her arms around Prim's neck.
"You're not going anywhere." Bambi murmured, trapping Prim with her legs.
"Wasn't planning on it." Prim stepped closer, fitting herself between Bambi's thighs. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Besides… I still have to tell you something."
"Oh." Bambi tilted her head, her eyebrow raising. "What is it?"
"The project's over." Prim said quietly, her thumb brushing along Bambi's waist. "I wrapped everything up before I came here. I'm not just staying for tonight."
Bambi let the words sink in and simply stared at her.
"So… you're actually staying?!" She practically shrieked, her eyes lighting up, hugging her. "This is the best news ever!!"
Before Prim could say any word, Bambi let out another delighted squeal and hugged her tighter, her excitement bubbling over into breathless laughter.
Bambi buried her face in Prim's neck, breathing in the addicting scent of her.
Prim's breath hitched as her arms tightened around Bambi, pulling her as close as possible.
"I love you." Prim pressed soft kisses to Bambi's shoulder where the shirt had slipped down, one after another, pampering and sweet.
"I love you too, baby." Bambi said softly.
At the end of the day, she was Prim's. Prim was hers.
Then her mouth found Prim's again.
"We should eat." Prim said against her mouth.
"Definitely…" Bambi said, chasing her lips.
Prim chuckled, and kissed her again.
Suddenly, the front door opened.
"Oh, for God's sake!!"
A raspy voice interrupted the moment, in a tone that was both irritated and unsurprised.
Both of them froze immediately.
Their heads turned at the same time, just to catch the tall person in the doorway.
Min stood in the doorway with her hand over her eyes, shaking her head slowly.
"I'm getting some stuff and I'm leaving. Just pretend I'm not here." Min mumbled. "Carry on. Don't mind me. I am a ghost passing through this kitchen!"
Min continued muttering a few more words under her breath, but neither of them caught what she said before she disappeared in the hallway.
Bambi tried to stifle her laughter, trembling all over, her face buried in Prim's shoulder, still hugging Prim tightly.
Prim ducked her head, trying to hide her face in Bambi's hair. But Bambi had already seen her blushing.
Shortly after, Min came back from her room.
"Hi again, Min!" Bambi greeted, still giggling.
Min greeted fast and she grabbed a spoon and shoved the container into a bag.
"You two traumatized me again." Min muttered. "And please, for the love of all that is holy… do not have sex on the kitchen counter. I still have to cook there until next month!"
In fact, Min couldn't wait to get the keys to her new place. And without a doubt, she had reasons for moving out, and this was one of them.
"Sorry, Min!" Bambi called after her.
The door slammed shut.
Prim lifted her head, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes bright with amusement.
"Min is right, you know." Prim murmured suddenly. Then she leaned in, pressing her forehead against Bambi's. "Maybe we traumatized her."
Bambi cupped Prim's face in her hands, stroking her thumbs over her delicate cheekbones.
"Yeah… if I were in her shoes I'd be shocked too if I saw us." She smiled broadly.
Prim snorted and then laughed loudly. "We definitely traumatized our neighbors as well."
"They totally complained about how quiet it's been." Bambi replied confidently with a grin.
"I doubt that." Prim was still smiling.
"So..." Bambi said, her voice dropping to a seductive tone, her fingers tracing down Prim's jawline. "Where were we…mm?"
"I believe you were being super adorable." She smirked, leaning forward, her hands resting on Bambi's sides on the counter. "And I was kissing you…"
"Mmhm." Bambi said softly, then she held Prim's face still. "Wait, baby. What about the food–"
"It can be reheated." Prim whispered. "You can't."