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It was a Saturday afternoon, the hellish bite on Needy's shoulder was throbbing, and so was Needy's head. She'd been at this for about three hours now, trying to teach herself how to levitate in her bedroom after Jennifer had so bloodily given her a few power-ups.
Watching Jennifer so effortlessly will herself to move through the air back at that god-forsaken pool initially hadn't intrigued Needy so much as intimidated her; now, she was wondering how Jennifer had even managed to grasp onto the concept of this shit in the first place. All Needy had achieved so far was a stiff back and a tender neck.
Needy was propped up on her blanket with her legs crossed, hands placed on her knees, and eyes sealed shut in what she'd like to call intense focus. She wasn't focused at all. She'd seen bug races more engaging than trying to levitate.
She had, at one point, considered asking the only other person who actually knew how to float for help, but Needy had decided she would've liked to rub in the success of learning how to master levitation by herself in Jennifer's face. She'd imagined it over a million times, replaying the satisfaction to Jennifer's shock towards Needy's achievement over and over.
She was close. She was sure of it.
Needy began to whisper words of encouragement to herself, finally beginning to find a sense of focus. Until Jennifer barged in, tongue lapping at the blood decorating the webbing of her fingers.
“What other undead are you talking to, Anita Blake?”
Needy released a little gasp at the intrusion, jumping from concentration. She hunched her back, avoiding eye contact with Jennifer and jutting her bottom lip out.
“My new boyfriend,” she huffed out.
“Pfft. Like that's a threat. Because you have shit taste in boys,” Jennifer clarified, “Incase I never told you,” she finished, making her way over to Needy.
Needy threw her hands up in the air, “Says the girl whose taste in men got her sacrificed–”
Jennifer drew a half-offended, half-amused gasp at the jab.
“Fuck you!” she giggled, shoving roughly at Needy's shoulder and tackling her into the pillow, planting kisses on her cheek. “But seriously, you're not hallucinating or some shit, are you? You'd look terrible in a johnny.”
“Jennifer, cut it out! I was busy.” Needy paused, suddenly remembering that she was trying to levitate without Jennifer being involved at all. “Doing stuff.”
“And get your filthy hands off of me! Did you even cover up your trail?” Needy questioned, cautiously eyeing the blood on Jennifer's hands. Needy pleaded, “Please, go wash your hands.”
“Don't stress your tits off, Needy, no-one saw me,” Jennifer sighed, rolling her eyes and licking the last of the red off of her digits.
“Whatever. You can get out now.”
Jennifer scoffed. “Make me, bitch.” She then sank into Needy's mattress, pillow engulfing her head, a clear image of someone who was far too comfortable. “You gonna tell me what it was you were doing, or are you planning to show me?” She looked up at the blonde expectantly, shifting focus from inspecting the polish on her nails.
Needy adjusted her glasses and huffed air out of her nose, elbows propped on her knees as her hands supported her head.
“I was trying to float.”
At that, Jennifer released a little gust of laughter that sounded more like a scoff. “Yeah, good-luck with that. Learning how to float was such a bitch and a half. I, like, almost broke my ass,” she groaned, pouting as she recalled the memory.
Needy immediately furrowed her eyebrows. She wasn't planning on asking Jennifer for help at any point, but now that Jen was here, she expected something a little more helpful than that.
“What?” Needy crawled on-top of Jennifer, pinning her down to the sheets, eyes wide and pleading. She might as-well just ask for help. Jennifer was already here, and if Needy was being real with herself, her experiment was going nowhere. “You're meant to teach me how to float, y'know, baby steps, and it's meant to be a bonding experience.. or whatever.” Needy tried one last time, voice sounding whinier than she'd like it to, “We're Biffs!”
Jennifer stopped tracing the gash on Needy's shoulder with her fingers and smiled up at Needy. “Poor baby,” she said, eyeing Needy's pink lips and caressing those instead. “Why the fuck do you wanna know how to float anyway?”
Jennifer pushed Needy over to the side and straddled her hips, pinning the girl down with her weight and placing both hands on Needy's breasts in what Needy was sure was an attempt to feel her up, even if Jennifer was acting like all she was doing was simply trying to further pin Needy down.
Jennifer leaned down, “You trying to fuck in the air, Lesnicki?” she teased, kneading Needy's breasts now. “Thinking about joining the mile high club?” she continued breathily, inching closer and jiggling Needy's breasts about, leading Needy to playfully bat and giggle at Jennifer.
“You're a perv!” she managed in-between breaths and laughter, “I'm pretty sure you need to be at-least a mile above ground for that anyway and I am not letting you take me at that altitude,” Needy guessed, the two wrestling and giggling while scrambling across the sheets.
“Love it when you try pin me down,” Jennifer breathed, a sharp tooth sinking into the pink of her bottom lip as she allowed Needy to push her onto the duvet below. Needy was back on-top now, staring at Jennifer with her big doe eyes in the way that always managed to hold Jennifer's attention, at-least for a little while.
“So you'll do it? You'll teach me how to float?”
“Theres probably a tutorial on Youtube for that shit. Youtube has a tutorial for, like, everything–”
“–Jennifer!” she cried. “I'm serious!”
“Mm. I can see that.” She flicked at Needy's nose. “What's in it for me?”
“A happy biff?” Needy tried, flashing Jennifer a shaky winning smile.
Jennifer narrowed her eyes.
“We'll discuss terms and conditions later,” she settled on, patting Needy's butt and getting up from the bed to look at herself in the reflection of Needy's tiny compact mirror. “Well? Show me what you've got,” she drawled, waiting for Needy to do anything.
Needy suddenly felt very self-conscious of the painful amount of progress she had gotten through, or lack thereof, within the span of three hours. Out of ideas, she resorted to the typical meditation position and fixed her eyes tightly, scrunching her nose. Needy was aware that she probably looked like she was ready to start chanting a series of "Oms," within the few moments of pure silence that followed after.
“The fuck? Are you constipated?” Jennifer asked, genuinely taken aback. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Needy's eyes flew open, offended.
“...I'm floating!”
“No, you're being a total dweeb, this isn't Star Wars, Needy,” she sighed, half amused. “Floating isn't something you do,” she paused, trying to find the words to help Needy understand the notion of levitation. “It's something you feel. Here, look, I'll show you,” Jennifer said, mocking Needy by settling into the same exaggerated position the blonde was in.
“Watch and learn, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” she teased, making Needy sigh.
Like she was stealing candy from a baby, Jennifer easily ascended into the air, rising higher and higher until stray strands of deep brown brushed against Needy's roof, eliciting wide eyes from the girl on the bed.
“How? Also, can you grab that ball next to you?” Needy asked, sheepishly, pointing to one of those fucking ceiling balls that glow in the dark and that are meant to unstick from whatever surface you throw them onto.
Jennifer raised a brow and huffed a tiny grunt, unimpressed, but complied and grabbed the ball, dropping it onto the floor. She descended back onto ground and jutted out her hips as she hugged herself, thinking of an answer to give Needy.
“You don't move through the air, you let the air move around you. Easy-peasy.”
Needy couldn't quite wrap her head around the supposed logic of Jennifer's words, but she'd take what she could get. Jennifer was the expert here, after all. “Now, you try,” Jennifer finished, sprawling herself across the edge of Needy's bed and watching her with the grace of a self-satisfied feline. If Needy tried hard enough, she could probably imagine a tail flicking away behind Jennifer.
The blonde inhaled for a few moments, exhaled, and then closed her eyes. She tried focusing on Jennifer's earlier words, relaxing every muscle within her body and letting the air around her flow past without the hindrance of any body movement. If she opened her eyes, she'd see Jennifer's admiring, untainted gaze laid upon her, mouth ever so slightly curled up.
She didn't even notice she was up in the air when it had happened, when her head suddenly levelled with her door frame. Curiosity had won the best of Needy when she opened an eye, wanting a peek of her surroundings. One eye opened, then the other, then her mouth, agape, her heart rate steadily increasing as she exclaimed–
“–L-look! Jennifer, look! I'm floating! I'm really floating!” Needy continued to yelp and laugh in disbelief as she struck a haphazard collection of poses while airborne, flapping her hands about and excitedly yelling at Jennifer.
“Yeah, I see it. And hear it too, fuck, you sound like a sped,” she jested, grinning up at Needy.
Needy shot Jennifer a glare before comforting herself with the fact that she finally fucking managed how to levitate. Although, she didn't have time to do anything else as she found herself getting too excited, soaring back down onto her bed with a grunt and a frantic heart rate, focus ruined.
“Well. You were floating.”
Needy sighed, a little disappointed. “I was only floating for a few seconds too. I feel like I could've done it longer.” She sat with her back hunched, hugging her knees.
Jennifer reached out to play with a strand of blonde hair, and then pushed off of the bed, moving to part Needy's legs so she could press her front onto Needy's.
“Cheer up, baby,” she said, resuming her tinkering with Needy's hair. “Practice makes perfect doesn't it? Or however it goes,” she droned. “Besides, a little birdie told me she knew a way to help you improve.”
“Oh yeah, how?” Needy said offhandedly, mind someplace else.
Jennifer was nose-deep in Needy's neck now, dragging her lips across the skin there.
“Boning,” she singsonged into Needy's ear. “In the air,” She made sure to clarify. “Y'know, kill two birds with one stone,” she winked, playfully grinding into Needy's core.
Now, Needy wasn't saying yes because she was just as perverted as Jennifer, or because of any other preposterous assumption akin to that, but because she figured Jennifer ought to earn something out of this whole pursuit for helping Needy out, even though Needy totally never needed the help. Totally.