Wallflower wasn't sure what sparked it, but she didn't care. All she knew was it had started and she wanted it.
They entered the bedroom, fumbling with clothes and collapsing onto the bed.
Wallflower found herself on top. She straddled Sunset's stomach, pinning her arms above her head. “You're mine now,” she said menacingly.
“Please don't hurt me,” Sunset pleaded, “Just do what you want.”
Wallflower leaned forward, “I want you to kiss me.”
Sunset was quick to oblige. She started with Wallflower's lips and moved to her jaw and down her neck.
Wallflower could feel the passion in each one. “Oh,” she moaned, “call me 'Mistress'.”
“What do you desire of me, Mistress?”
Wallflower tugged at Sunset's shirt. “I want to see your body. Let me feast upon your flesh.” She pulled up the hem to reveal Sunset's stomach. Slowly, she lifted further to uncover Sunset's busting chest.
“You're cold,” she smirked.
“Just a little,” replied Sunset, “Please do something about it, Mistress.”
Wallflower took a tender breast in hand and gave a gentle squeeze. “Oh, I intend to. But, let's get the rest of this thing off you first.”
She pulled the shirt over Sunset's head, stopping at her forearms. “There,” she smirked, “can't have your hands wandering free, now can we?”
Something caught her eye. She uncovered a bit of Sunset's arm. “What happened?” She pointed to the bandage, “Are you hurt?”
“Hm? Oh,” Sunset's cheeks reddened slightly. It made Wallflower's heart beat faster.
“I burned myself.”
“Not too badly, I hope.”
Sunset gave a reassuring smile. “I'll live.”
“Well,” Wallflower leaned forward, placing her lips on Sunset's, “looks like Mistress needs to be gentle today.”
“Not too gentle.”
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Wallflower laid, snuggled close to Sunset. She relished their times like this.
She closed her eyes and let the feeling of Sunset's fingers brushing up and down her bare back lull her to sleep. Though, the way Sunset was moving, Wallflower could tell she had something on her mind.
“Wallflower?”
“Hm?”
“You know you can talk to me. You can tell me anything.”
“Such as?” Wallflower yawned.
“Well, anything. Anything that's bothering you. Anything you may not want people to know. Anything you may be ashamed of.”
Wallflower frowned. “You have a particular thing in mind?” She felt Sunset tense beneath her.
“Well no,” Sunset wavered, “I just wanted to make sure you knew.”
An odd feeling was growing in the pit of Wallflower's stomach. “Uh-huh,” she said, raising from the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Bathroom,” Wallflower said, kissing Sunset. “I'll be right back.”
Sunset kissed back. “Don't be gone too long.”
Wallflower closed the door behind her and quickly opened the vanity drawer.
As suspected, Sunset had gotten her bandages from it. Though, Wallflower was more concerned about the back of the drawer.
She stuck her hand in and pulled out a little box. It was the wrong box.
A panic built within her.
Sunset knows! But, how much does she know? Is she playing dumb for my benefit?
Wallflower's mind aced. What to do now? Should she go on pretending as she had? Or should she come clean? Admit her problem and begin seeking help?
No, that would make her no better than her mother.
Everyone started to look down on her mother for hitting the bottle. Wallflower needed everyone to think she wasn't that way. She needed them to think that she was stronger than her mother.
She needed them to think that she wasn't as broken.
Wallflower replaced the box of used razors. She would have to change her tactics. Her methods of disposal would have to change.
Maybe, I should start flushing the tissues...
Sunset was on her phone when Wallflower returned to the bedroom. “Reading anything interesting?” she asked.
“Just checking FaceAlbum” Sunset said. She put the phone away. “But, now that you're here, I'd rather look at you.”
Wallflower held out her arms and did a twirl. “Can you get a good look?”
“No. Come closer.”
Wallflower took a few steps closer. She grabbed her bare breasts and playfully jiggled them. “This better?”
“Closer.”
Wallflower came as close as she dared. She sensed Sunset was up to something.
Sure enough, Sunset reached out and grabbed her.
Wallflower let out a yelp as she was pulled onto the bed. She playfully fought back, but Sunset took the upper hand, pinning her firmly to the mattress. Her faux protests gave way to giggles as Sunset adored her with kisses.
“This is payback for earlier,” Sunset teased.
Wallflower kissed back, “I'll take your revenge any time.”
Sunset let out a chuckle, falling back on to the bed.
“Tired?”
“Just a little,” Sunset yawned, “I suppose you'll be at the library all day tomorrow?”
“As long as we can stand without our brains melting,” Wallflower said. She nestled next to Sunset. “You working tomorrow?”
Sunset nodded. “All day.”
“Hmm... Maybe we should see about doing takeout for dinner.”
“Might be nice.”
Wallflower let out a big yawn, snuggled deeper into Sunset and fell asleep.