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“Tori! You’re the birthday girl and you still haven’t picked a name yet,” Andre pointed out. He grabbed the hat some rando had been wearing that was filled with small pieces of paper and handed it to her. “Good luck,” he offered, smirking.
Tori rolled her eyes, a bashful smile on her face. She didn’t really want to play, but it was her own birthday party, so she felt compelled to play along. Seven minutes in heaven wasn’t exactly the party game she was crazy about. Truthfully, Tori wasn’t crazy about any party games; she wasn’t crazy about big parties in general, either. However, her friends went out of their way to help her celebrate her eighteenth birthday because she was the last in their group to reach the milestone, and she really appreciated that and all of her other classmates that showed up (even if they were showing up just because it was a party). She was determined to have fun –– even if that meant having to play some party games she didn’t like.
So, Tori reached into the snapback and grabbed a piece of paper. She didn’t know if she should wish to select a relative stranger’s name, or someone she was familiar with. She shook off the extras that she almost accidentally pulled and her eyes widened when she read the very familiar name.
“Who’d ya get?”
“Uh…”
Tori didn’t want to say it. God, she really didn’t want to say it. She actually would’ve preferred if she just died on the spot.
As she thought of all the ways to avoid saying the name written down on the piece of paper in her hand, Andre snatched it out of her grasp.
“Hey!” Tori squeaked.
Andre looked down at the paper and laughed. He fucking laughed. God, she was going to kill him later. “Alright, Jade,” he dramatically announced, earning an almost sitcom-like oooh from the other partygoers. “Looks like you’re Tori’s lucky pick.”
Tori froze, her mouth slightly open, as her eyes locked on Jade. She knew how foolish she looked compared to Jade, which only embarrassed her further.
Jade didn’t seem to care. She casually stood up from the end of the couch and made her way to the closet in Cat’s living room. “Well?” she lifted her eyebrows at Tori expectantly.
“Oh,” Tori lamely replied before following her. She felt the eyes of her friends and everybody else from Hollywood Arts on her. She wondered if anybody noticed her legs shaking with every step she took towards Jade. Jade who, as soon as Tori got to her, walked right into the closet and Tori had no choice but to follow and shut the door behind her immediately. She locked it just in case someone tried to be weird and spy on them.
“I’ll give you your two minute warning. Have fun!” Andre teased. Tori could hear the smirk in his voice. She was going to kill him later.
“Uh…” Tori repeated her initial sentiment.
Jade rolled her eyes. “Relax,” she said, annoyed. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”
Wait. Did that imply they would be doing stuff? Tori gulped. “Huh?”
“Jesus, Vega,” Jade sighed, sounding like she actually felt bad for her. “We can make out if you want. We’ll just forget about it after.”
“Seriously?” Tori felt every single pint of blood in her body rush to her face. She felt like she could burst into flames at any second because of how hot she was getting. “You’re serious?”
“Yeah,” Jade confidently replied. “It’s your birthday. You should probably be getting some action anyway.”
Tori huffed out a nervous laugh. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Jade repeated, though a little more annoyed this time. “Just don’t tell anybody. If they ask, just say we sat on our phones and looked through The Slap. And we’re never going to talk about this.”
“Okay,” Tori agreed. Part of her thought Jade was going to laugh at her until Jade just…went for it. It was a hungry kiss from the start, which made sense considering they only had seven minutes. And since they actually talked, they probably had closer to six.
Making out Jade West gave her the exact same feeling performing on stage did. Jade’s tongue in her mouth, her hands running through Tori’s hair — it was intoxicating. She was all consumed by Jade and she was so glad the universe did her a solid, and on her birthday no less.
She didn’t know how long they’d been making out for, but Tori was sure of two things at that moment. One: she didn’t want to stop, and two: she wanted more.
“I wanna fuck you.” Tori surprised herself by the way she suddenly blurted it out. She didn’t know she had the confidence to say that to anyone, let alone to Jade. Luckily, it was delivered smoothly and Jade nodded.
“Do it,” Jade whispered with a short, quiet moan.
Tori gulped before resuming the kiss. Her hand wandered under Jade’s skirt and began teasing Jade over her tights. God, she’d fantasized about having her hand under one of any of Jade’s skirts an embarrassing amount of times. A fantasy was one thing, but actually having her hand feel how wet Jade already was, and through her tights no less, was unbelievably better than what she’d imagined. She couldn’t wait to touch Jade without any barriers between them. Before she did, Tori blindly, miraculously, pressed her thumb against Jade’s clit through the thin layers of fabric between them. She reveled in the small whine Jade let into her mouth.
Tori’s hand eventually traveled up and disappeared under the waistband of her tights. Her fingers trembled more as they began to dip below the waistband of Jade’s panties.
“Two minutes!” Andre called out from the side of the door.
Jade quietly gasped into the kiss before stepping away from Tori. “We have to stop,” she said quietly.
“Yeah.” Tori nodded reluctantly. She should’ve known they wouldn’t have time for anything else other than making out. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Jade assured, pulling out her phone. She opened up the front camera and wiped away the messy lip gloss that had somehow smeared down to her chin. She stopped to look at Tori. “We have, like, a minute left. You might wanna fix yourself up, too.”
“Oh, yeah.” Tori pulled her own phone out and mirrored Jade’s actions before fixing up her hair. She was doing a good job at hiding how fucking annoyed she was. She was close — so fucking close — to fucking Jade. God, she wanted her so bad.
She wondered if Jade wanted it as bad as she did. The fact that she was as wet as she was indicated to Tori that, yeah, she probably did, but she wanted to know for sure. But it wasn’t like Tori could just ask her about it, could she? The moment was over, thanks to Andre.
The idiots in the living room began doing a ten second countdown, indicating their last few seconds together. Tori rolled her eyes.
“Don’t mention this to anyone,” Jade reminded her. “Not even to me.”
“I won’t,” Tori promised. Her head whipped to the jingling doorknob.
Jade rolled her eyes at whoever it was trying to open the door, obviously hoping to catch them doing something. She went to unlock it, but pulled her hand away and turned to face Tori for a moment. “Happy birthday, Vega.”
“Thanks.” Tori lamely nodded.
Jade had definitely made this her best birthday yet.