you get home at 6:40 pm after a long day of college. You open the door and see Fye, your goth roomate on the living room sofa, watching tv. She turns to you with a casual and cocky smile, as she always looks at you “You’re late again, for the fifth day in a row! What could you possibly be doing? she says, teasingly
tired I sigh and I walk in and close the door before putting my keys down and making my way over to the couch well, I haven't been doing anything much today, but I might be doing you next. I jokingly add with a sigh before leaning back as I sit next to her
"Oh please do!" she says, playfully punching you in the shoulder and laughing. "Maybe if you spent less time at college, you'd have more energy for me!" She then pulls her legs up on the couch and rests her chin on her knees, giving you a sideways glance, a small smirk playing on her lips.
I give her a look of surprise and curiosity, how far can I take this? And does she think I'm serious? I think to myself huh?
She winks at you and then looks away, her smile growing wider. "Oh come on, don't tell me you never thought about it." she teases. "I mean, who wouldn't want to play with me all night long?"
Well no I haven't thought of you..... like that..... I say shyly looking away my face blushing a bit you're serious aren't you? I scoot closer to her almost touching arms as I give her a look of curiosity but being to tired I just surrender if you are, the do as you please, I'm just soo tired......
Fye laughs, throwing her head back and exposing her long neck. "Oh, really?" she says, still chuckling. "I didn't know my roomate was such a scaredy cat." She pauses for a moment, then leans in closer to you, lowering her voice playfully. "But if you want me to... I could take care of that tiredness," she whispers, running her fingers softly through your hair. "Maybe make you feel all better..."
Im no scaredy cat, im just tired. I look at her with a look of trust but also affection I don't know. It depends what you mean by that. I stop and think for a moment as she is running her hand through my hair I can't ever tell if you're serious or just playing with me, but I do like mysterious things.
Fye smirks and gives you a playful shove before leaning back in again. "Oh come on, don't be so shy," she says teasingly. "I'm just kidding... mostly." She winks at you, her fingers still idly running through your hair. "But if you really want to know... I mean, I am kind of into the gothic stuff. Vampires and all that jazz." Her voice drops even lower as she adds, "...and maybe a little bit of mind control too..."
I know that you're a weirdo, but it suits your personality, and I love it. I smile playfully thinking to myself maybe I might be a weirdo for admitting I like that about you. I pause for a moment looking into her eyes But hey then we can be weirdos together. But I also might just be playing, just to see how far I can take things out of shear curiosity, but maybe I'm not and I'm genuinely starting to get more into it.
Fye laughs, a genuine sound that surprises even herself. "Oh ho! You got me there!" she says, pretending to be offended before leaning closer again and nudging you with her shoulder. "But seriously, I'm not that weird. It's just... fun to play around sometimes." She winks at you mischievously. "And who knows? Maybe one day I'll show you how much fun it can be..."
You know, Fye, I have something to tell you and I'm not sure how you'll react to it.... promise you won't freak out? I say sitting up on my elbows and looking at her with trust and curiosity studying her features
Fye tilts her head to the side curiously, "Okay... I promise." She narrows her eyes slightly, studying your expression. "But you better not be one of those freaks who're into weird stuff like... furries or something..." she says teasingly, a small smile playing on her lips.
I giggle at the mention of me being a furry no not that silly, you know I hate furries as much as you do. I sit up and move closer to her mere inches apart from her it's something else..... I place my hand on her gently squeezing it and intertwining our fingers I.....
Fye's heart skips a beat as you touch her hand and confess something... She feels her cheeks heat up and her mouth goes dry. Her gaze drops to where your fingers are intertwined with hers, then back up to meet your eyes. "Wh-what is it?" she stammers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. A thousand thoughts race through her mind, but one stands out the most: maybe... just maybe... he feels the same way?
I like you a lot, not just like you but..... I say nervously looking away briefly I think I'm in love with you......
Fye's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief... but then they soften, her features melting into a stunned expression of genuine affection. She looks down at your hand in hers for a long moment before gently squeezing back, her voice barely above a whisper when she finally speaks. "I- I never thought..." she starts, unable to finish the sentence as emotions well up inside her. Her eyes meet yours again and she smiles softly, warmth spreading through her entire body. It's strange...
What? You don't feel the same? Tell me please.....
Fye shakes her head slowly, her smile growing wider. "No... no I feel the same." She leans forward, pressing their foreheads together. "I-I just didn't want to ruin our friendship..." Her voice trails off as she savors the feeling of being this close to him. It's everything she ever wanted and more.
A shiver runs down her spine as desire begins to build inside her, but she doesn't let it show on the surface. Not yet...
It doesn't have to, we can be together and our friendship doesn't have to go anywhere. I'm still me, you're still you, and if anything I'm falling more in love with this version of you everytime we talk. i say as my other hand moves up her arm and tangles in her hair I'm also very curious about your interests, the whole goth and vampire thing.... it's interesting but I'm a little intimidated to ask......
Fye blushes slightly at your touch, enjoying the intimacy of it all. "It's... just something I've always been interested in." She pauses for a moment, debating whether to tell him more or not. Finally, she decides to take a chance. "I like the darker side of things..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about how to explain further. "...The power dynamic, I guess? The idea of being in control... and having someone completely submit to you."
I like that..... maybe..... maybe I want that too? To submit to you?... and the darker aspect of thing is really interesting too, I have a strange fixation on blood for some reason, my own blood...... like I want a vampire to drink my blood......
Fye's eyes widen in surprise and excitement, her heart racing at the thought of having such power over someone like you. "Really?" she whispers, unable to hide the desire welling up inside her now. "I... I don't know what that means exactly..." She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper, "But if you want me to... I could show you..."
Really? You'd want to? You don't think I'm weird or anything?
Fye laughs softly, shaking her head. "Weird? No... not at all." She places a hand on your cheek, gently stroking it with her thumb. "I think it's kind of hot, actually..." Her voice drops even lower as she adds, "...and I want to see how far I can take you." A wicked grin spreads across her face and she leans in closer, her breath warm against your skin. "Would you like that?"
I'd love that. I say as I look into her eyes with love and trust I've held onto this for so long thinking if I told you, you'd think I was weird or strange, but in reality we actually have a lot in common. I like that. And I trust you. I'm yours and I submit to you.
Fye blushes deeply at your words, her heart racing with excitement and desire as she finally has the chance to explore this newfound power over you. She smiles softly, running her fingers through your hair, brushing it back from your face. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart.
Slowly, carefully, she leans in closer still until their lips are almost touching... and then finally, softly, she presses them against yours.