Game Over

Level 7

They should be terrified of you. Dina's (P'Fa) voice was low, her breath warm against Ellie's (Char) lips before she closed the gap, pressing her mouth against Ellie's without hesitation.

Ellie's mind went blank, her eyes wide as the world around them seemed to disappear. For a moment, she was frozen, her body stiff with shock. But the softness of Dina's lips, the urgency behind the kiss, broke through her hesitation. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she melted into the kiss, her hands instinctively finding Dina's hips. It was electric, dizzying—everything she didn't realize she'd been craving.

But then she remembered the crowd. The music was still pounding around them, and curious eyes were locked on them. She pulled away, her heart racing as she saw Jesse standing at the edge of the dance floor, his face crumpling with hurt. Guilt twisted in her stomach. There goes that friendship.

Come with me. Dina's fingers curled around Ellie's wrist, her grip firm but gentle. She didn't wait for an answer, leading Ellie through the crowd and out of the party. The cool night air hit them as they hurried across the street to an abandoned building, the thud of Ellie's heartbeat loud in her ears.

Where... where are we going? Ellie's voice trembled, but she didn't pull away. She didn't want to.

Dina looked over her shoulder, a wicked glint in her eye. You'll see.

They slipped inside, the shadows wrapping around them as Dina pushed Ellie down onto an old, worn-out couch. Ellie's breath hitched, her back sinking into the cushions as Dina stood before her, her eyes dark with desire.

Do you know how hard it is to crave something every single day and not be able to do anything about it? Dina's voice was raw, her words dripping with frustration and longing. She shrugged off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor.

Ellie's mouth went dry. W-what about Jesse?

Dina's eyes softened for a second before a sly smile spread across her lips. He was a distraction—a good one—but not enough to stop my feelings for you, Ellie. She straddled Ellie's lap, her thighs firm against Ellie's hips, her warmth overwhelming. She guided Ellie's hands to her waist, her own fingers brushing through Ellie's hair. Tell me you haven't felt this... this chemistry between us, and I'll back off. I'll apologize, and we'll pretend this never happened.

Ellie's heart pounded, her fingers trembling against Dina's skin. I-I have... but we shouldn't—

Dina leaned in, her lips just barely grazing Ellie's, her breath sending shivers down Ellie's spine. If I don't do this now, I'll regret it. Her eyes searched Ellie's, vulnerable and determined.

Ellie's resolve was crumbling, her walls cracking with every whispered word. You're drunk.

Dina let out a soft laugh, her forehead resting against Ellie's. A little... but not enough to change how much I want you.

Her lips found Ellie's again, this time with more intensity, more purpose. Ellie's world spun, her senses overwhelmed as Dina's hands roamed over her shoulders, pulling her closer, deeper. Dina moaned softly into the kiss, her body pressing firmly against Ellie's, her movements bold and unapologetic.

Ellie's fingers tightened on Dina's waist, anchoring herself as the room swayed. She pulled Dina closer, their bodies perfectly aligned, no space left between them. The heat was intoxicating, the taste of Dina's lips like nothing she'd ever known. She wanted more—needed more.

Her lips traveled to Dina's neck, brushing against the sensitive skin as she whispered, Dina... Her name came out breathless, desperate, and Dina responded with a shiver, her hips instinctively rocking against Ellie's lap.