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However, she had promised. If anyone asked, she would say it was Shauna's fault since the murdered ex-lover has solely hers. All this fucking mess was her responsibility and her own doing, so the one who should be making promises to the blonde with the radiant eyes should be Shauna. Yet this is clearly not what happened.

Natalie felt strange. When she thought about asking Misty for help, she felt as if for the first time she was cleaning someone else's mess, since her own she never could. Since she was always being saved by Taissa and ending up placed in a new clinic for her own good. This time, she wasn't the one who needed help and that was what surprised her the most.

During all the way to Misty's house she wanted to turn around and come up with a new plan, but they were out of options. Natalie was still annoyed with Misty for the camera in her room, or she was still pretending to be. There was something about Misty saying how much she cares about her that stuck in her head and try as she might, she believed that deep down Misty wanted her best, even when she had the worst ways to show it. But anyhow, this was simply Misty Quigley, Natalie would keep pretending to be pissed off and eventually this false understanding of the other woman's good intentions would wear off and Natalie would be back to normal. Of course, she didn't think that it was normal for her to ask Misty for help getting rid of a body for her… much less that she would start making promises in return for that favor.

She figured she wouldn't need Misty anytime soon. In fact, she thought that she just wouldn't need Misty anymore, and that she never actually needed her.

It was much better to think that the times Misty helped her were unnecessary and she would have managed just fine on her own. Not that it made much difference, after all, she was at her old school's dance with the blonde who didn't take her eyes off her for a minute.

“Stop looking at me like that.” Natalie grumbled looking around to try to find one of her friends, but apparently, they were still dancing among the other people.

“Like how?” Misty asked confused and that just made Natalie angry.

Natalie couldn't understand why Misty didn't seem to see what she was doing. Never in her entire life Misty appeared to be aware of the consequences of her actions. It was as if Misty didn't reflect their gravity, while Natalie couldn't stop reflecting on her own accomplishments, even if it killed her inside. When they were younger, she thought that a lot of Misty’s lack of self-awareness were a pretending, because it wasn't possible for someone to be that sly. Over the years she realized it wasn't pretending, but Natalie still couldn't understand how Misty could be like that.

“Like in this weird way. It seems like you’re going to jump down my throat.”

“Oh, Nat...” The blonde shrugged and adjusted her glasses on her face. A nervous twitch so recurrent in her that Natalie already felt a strangely reassuring familiarity with the gesture. “I wouldn't do anything that could hurt you.”

Natalie rolled her eyes in response and began shooting Shauna glares, hoping that when Shauna realized she would come rescue her from Misty. But she seemed too busy talking to Jeff during the dance.

“You know…” Misty started to speak, but Natalie didn't bother to look at her, trying to focus on her cold drink. “I was thinking, I think it's about time we went dancing with the others...”

“Our time to dance?” Natalie ends up laughing and turning to face Misty once more, almost not believing what she had just heard.

“Well, you know… When you go with someone to prom, you dance.”

“Jesus Christ, Misty. I said I'd come to prom, I never said I'd come with you. I'm not your date or whatever you think I'm supposed to be.”

“Of course, you're not my date.” The blonde looked away for a moment, staring at her hands on the table. “But since we're already here, then...”

“Then nothing, Misty!” Natalie crossed her arms and looked for anything other than Misty's somewhat haggard expression.

Misty wasn't the silent type, so when all that could be heard at that table was the music from the dance, Natalie found it odd. She looked around the corner to find the blonde still head down playing with her fingers in a very unnatural silence.

And then, a thought had hit Natalie.

Misty had never been to a dance in high school, she was never asked to go to one, except for the one time they called her as a joke, but no one came to pick her up at home. At the end of this prank, the supposed person who asked her to the prom with nothing more than a note in her locker didn't even exist. They just wanted one more reason to laugh at her.

Maybe, just maybe Natalie regretted a little bit about refusing to dance with Misty. The regret grew bigger when she realized that she was considering Misty's request and, in the midst of this remorse, she got up from her seat at the table and declared:

“Okay, but I'm not going to dance in the middle of all these people.” Natalie didn't need to say more. Immediately, Misty got up too and followed her like a poodle walking excitedly.

They made their way to the farthest part of the makeshift hall in the old gym, Misty didn't object, it certainly wasn't what she wanted or expected, but she knew that usually things with Nat always ended up going as planned. It didn't even make it a bad experience.

When they stopped at that corner, Misty froze. She hadn't thought she'd get this far with this prom plan she had in her head, but it was like the universe was on her side and totally against Natalie when the upbeat song she'd played before switched to a slow couple’s song.

“You gotta be kidding me...” She rolled her eyes as soon as the music started.

Misty was still watching her with barely contained eagerness, waiting for Natalie to do something because it was clear that she herself didn't know what she was supposed to do. Her social ineptitude becoming even more evident there.

“Let's just get this over with.” Natalie looked annoyed as she walked over to Misty taking her hands and placing them around her neck while her own took their place around the blonde's waist.

It would be a lie if she said she could dance, at first her biggest concern was stepping on Natalie's toes, but when she realized that Natalie's perfume was invading her nose in such an alluring way, Misty forgot how to breathe properly.

It took Natalie about two minutes to realize how nervous the other woman was with her hands on her waist, bodies pressed together sharing warmth, the dance movement almost like friction, Misty's face almost pressed against her neck and she could feel her breathing a little noticeable.

The grip on the blonde's waist tightened, as if for some reason that Natalie didn't understand and didn't care to try to understand, she wanted Misty's body closer to hers, wanted Misty's body heat burning her skin, wanted those red lips leaving marks on her body.

Her eyes narrowed at the idea and she decided to judge herself later. At that moment Misty was almost rubbing herself up against her between the dancing and she was enjoying it too much to pull away. Oh, and there was something about that woman's scent that night, Natalie even for a moment thought that Misty had drugged her with something. The idea pleased her, it would explain why she was enjoying all that contact with Misty and it would take the blame off her shoulders. It was a pity that she felt too sober to get carried away with the theory.

“I need a smoke.” The words tumbled together as she abruptly walked away from the blonde.

“But...” The song was far from over, but Natalie just turned away, leaving a confused and panting Misty behind.

Natalie was sure Misty would follow her, following Natalie was probably Misty's favorite pastime, but she didn't, and Natalie couldn't decide if she was grateful or disappointed. Anyway, she made her way to the parking lot alone, sitting on the access ramp and taking a cigarette from her purse.

She put it between her lips as she dug around in her purse for her lighter. By this time, she had already cursed him about things that probably didn't even exist the damn lighter wasn't there at all even after she had rummaged through the entire bag.

“Fuck!” She cursed throwing her purse to one side and the cigarette to another. “What was I thinking?” She knew it wasn't about losing her lighter, she was more about losing her mind with Misty.

That was the last thing she wanted to think about, but Misty's scent, the heat she felt as she danced with her, just didn't allow Natalie to think about anything else. Which only made her hate herself more for it.

“Go to the goddamn ball with her, dance with her, what's the worst that can happen?” She started talking to herself rolling her eyes, well aware of how ridiculous she was being, or how ridiculous the whole situation was.

The truth is, feeling anything for Misty was unacceptable for Natalie. She concluded that many years ago and wasn't about to change her mind about it at all.

The dew of the night was beginning to cool down, and Natalie's desire to get back to the party was fading a little more by the minute.

Beaten by the cold after a while, but still not convinced to go back to the party, she entered the old college through one of the side doors, away from the gym where everyone was. She wandered through the halls still not knowing what to do with what was left of that night. She walked into the women's bathroom and came across a huge mirror reflecting her image.

Her dress was wrinkled, her makeup wasn't that well-up anymore...

“What the fuck am I doing here?” She stared at her reflection as if it might answer her.

Natalie had been asking herself that question for a long time, but the answer never came. How getting out of bed every day made no sense, and she never found a single thing that kept her there.

“I'd say you're admiring something stunning.” Misty's tone dripped with irritating happiness as she walked through the door.

“What the fuck, Misty! Are you following me again? When are you going to stop this crap?”

“But… I wasn't following you.” Her palpable happiness was fading with each word that came out of her mouth. “I just needed to go to the bathroom...”

“On the other side of the school?” Natalie arched her brow as if challenging the other woman.

“Oh, Nat... You don't expect me to use that bathroom that 100 other people are using, do you?”

Natalie might object, but with Misty it seemed like a pretty valid excuse. So, she just looked away.

“And you left that on the table, too...” Misty took Natalie's lighter out of her pocket and held it out to hand it back.

“I knew you'd find a way to follow me.” She spoke as she took the lighter for herself.

Her tone wasn't as angry as before, it was as if she already expected that from the blonde. She then went to look for the pack of cigarettes inside her purse, two minutes later she missed something and looked back at Misty.

“You could have shown up before my last cigarette was wasted...” She grumbles leaving her purse and lighter on top of the sink. “Or did you hide a cigarette of mine in there too thinking I'd be so grateful I'd jump straight into your arms?”

“I don't…” Misty trailed off as if her own thoughts had interrupted her. “Would you really jump into my arms?”

“Jesus...” Natalie rolled her eyes taking two steps towards Misty, it was enough space for Misty to be trapped between her and the now closed bathroom door. “Do you have the cigarette or not?”

If Misty could create a cigarette with the power of thought she would, just to have Natalie stay in that position with her.

“I...” Her voice cracked, she didn't want to deny it, she knew that would make Natalie pull away and she wouldn't survive the brunette turning her back on her and walking away a second time in the same night. “Maybe I have.”

“And what are you waiting for?”

“A reason to give it you.”

“Do I need to convince you to hand me my own cigarette?” Natalie went back to thinking about having been drugged by Misty because at that moment she wasn't even that distressed about having the cigarette, she just wanted to prolong that useless dialogue because it gave the perfect excuse to be so close to her.

“What makes you so sure it's your cigarette?” Misty's voice sounded serious on the first word, as if she was trying hard to do it, but failing the rest of the sentence. Having Natalie in such delicious proximity made her forget what focus meant.

“I'm the only person you'll tolerate smoking… No one smelling like cigarettes could get close enough for you to steal one. It is not?”

Misty knew that Natalie would eventually find out that she had nothing to give her, if she didn't already know, but Misty wasn't thinking straight. Natalie approached little by little, as if each word with the approach made her even more threatening. Maybe she didn't know that it made Misty's legs weak, or maybe she didn't realize how Misty's heart seemed to be beating so fast and hard that in no time it could rip open her chest and leap out of her body for Natalie to eat if she so desired. Or maybe she knew all this and that was why her lips were inches from hers. Just the thought of Natalie being aware of the effects she had on Misty made her burn.

Not another word was said, not that it needed to be. Misty's labored breathing, Natalie's eyes that didn't leave the trembling body in front of her already said more than they could admit or put into words. Natalie's hands found their way to Misty's waist, squeezing her firmly as if she were continuing the dance they never ended in the ballroom.

Misty almost moaned at the feel of Natalie's hands, almost gasped when her body was pressed against hers. She could hardly remember when was the last time she felt as much desire to be touched as she did at that moment. If she was being totally honest, she didn't know if she'd ever wanted anyone as much as she wanted Natalie.

The brunette's hands were soon lifting the hem of her dress, Misty's eyes fluttered shut instantly, her cheeks burning, but she didn't want to stop for the world. She wrapped her arms around Natalie's neck as if she were being led by Natalie like half an hour ago. But this time Natalie's hands didn't just focus on holding her waist, no, this time Natalie didn’t control herself when one of her hands went between Misty's thighs making the woman sigh in anticipation.

“Really?” Natalie’s husky voice brimmed with desire as she wrestled with the other woman’s tights, who was cursing herself under her breath for putting those damn tights that now were the only thing in the way between Natalie’s hands and her skin.

Natalie was never a patient person, so it came as no surprise to Misty when the thin piece was torn away and immediately after this act, her hands reached to their desired destination. And their touch seemed to leave a trail wherever her fingers touched it, as if they burned the blonde's skin in a wonderful way that made her squirm in search of more and more.

Natalie's eyes had never been so clouded with desire and Misty's body had never been so in need of touch before. Natalie looked like a hungry beast looking for her prey, and Misty wouldn't mind being devoured by her under any circumstances, just the idea of being consumed by Natalie gave her unimaginable pleasure. Her panties were pulled aside in a hurry, Misty knew the garment was soaked from the gym dance episode, but she wasn't sure Natalie noticed. Which didn't make much difference since Natalie's fingers passed through her slit feeling all her moisture and a cunning smile took over the brunette's lips almost immediately.

No words were spoken, not that it was necessary, Misty was panting on the verge of moaning at Natalie's touch, her legs were shaking and if her body hadn't been against the wall having Natalie's body against hers keeping her in place, she wouldn't have sure if he could stand up.

As if Natalie could read her thoughts, she gripped her thigh tightly and Misty wrapped her leg around her waist just as soon she felt Natalie push two fingers inside of her.

Misty's moans got louder every time Natalie thrust inside her. Luckily, they were too far from the gym to worry about whether or not anyone would hear them. Misty didn't think she was very vocal during sex, the other – few – times she'd had sex, she didn't remember moaning that loud, but she also didn't remember being as good as she was being with Natalie.

She thrust her hips trying to keep pace with Natalie, closing her eyes a few times as her arms wrapped around Nat's neck until they descended to her back, scratching her a little where her skin was exposed by her dress. Natalie didn't seem to care enough about that. She bit her bottom lip as she fucked Misty in that bathroom, their bodies so pressed against each other, but Natalie seemed more interested in watching, almost like she wasn't participating in the act itself. She enjoyed watching her fingers slip in and out of Misty, as Misty thrust her very wet cunt toward her, begging for more with each thrust in a way just as needy as she had imagined, although she would never admit that she had imagined that scene before.

Misty tightened her grip around Natalie's fingers and came calling her name to anyone who would listen. Not that anyone really could, but to think that it did satisfied something in Misty, as if it fed Misty's ego if someone knew that Natalie was fucking her so damn well that she just didn't care if they were in a private place or not.

Natalie held her for a while longer against the wall, seeming to be aware that Misty couldn't count on her legs at that moment. When the blonde's breathing started to become regular again, Natalie turned away looking at the mirror and running her hands over her crumpled dress as she looked at Misty in the reflection, her hair messed up, the dress rolled up above her waist and the fabric of her panties so dark. wet that was in the middle of everything.

The brunette remained silent as she watched Misty putting her dress back into place and approaching the mirror to try to fix the hair or makeup that was completely smeared on her face.

“I have some makeup, if you want to cover it.” She said looking at the marks she left on Natalie's back and shoulder.

She would be lying if she said she wasn't surprised by Misty's reaction after all. In her mind, Misty would have created a scene full of sentimentality, but in reality, it seemed she seemed to be more practical than Natalie could have ever anticipated.

“Don’t mind about it.” Natalie shrugged just watching as the blonde painted her lips red again. “But we do need to go back.”

Quickly Misty threw her makeup into her bag and smiled at Nat, looking at her with the same twinkle in her eyes that she noticed when they came together at the ball.

Natalie didn't know what that smile meant, but she smiled back knowing they would soon get back to normalcy between them. Then as if in a last, brief moment of complete madness, she leaned over and kissed Misty's lips, which was soon kissed back.

She decided to leave her self-judgment for later. When she walked away from Misty, she wasn't sure if she was ready to go back to what they called normal, but she also knew it was what she needed to do.

They would be back around somehow, and Natalie would certainly never speak or think about what happened that night again. Or she tried to convince herself of it.