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Zanka sighed as she opened the apartment door. The latest math exam was fucking killer, which made her question if it was too late to change her degree. Which, weird for her to even be required to study math if she was studying criminal psychology. Maybe some serial killers needed to deduce their victims by the nearest hundredth (for whatever reason).
She yawned as she rubbed her eyes and closed the door behind her as she stepped in, just to be hit in the face with a whiff of… blue raspberry? She figured that she was going crazy. The apartment always smelled strictly of linen and fresh air. Well, unless Jabber had some crazy ass medicinal experiment that caused them both to have to evacuate the apartment for the next two hours.
She rolled her eyes and dropped her backpack onto the floor, not even caring if it made a thud. She was way too tired to care and way too brain dead to think about the neighbors constantly making noise complaints. She would just move it into her bedroom later on.
Zanka slowly stumbled over to her bedroom, before the blue raspberry scent got even stronger. She sighed exasperatedly, and tilted her head towards Jabber’s room. If she listened closer, she could hear the faint sounds of r&b playing. Usually a sign that the other was high out of her mind, considering she usually played the “very relaxing” sounds of sigilkore, hardcore rap, and riot grrl.
A decision was made to get Jabber to turn off her music and stop fucking smoking so Zanka could get some peace. So, she marched over to her room and swung the door open. Exactly as she thought, Jabber was lying on her bed—staring at the ceiling—with a vape in hand. The girl lazily looked over to the open door, and smiled.
“Zanka! Back already?” She exclaimed before hurriedly getting up and walking over to the door. She had been wearing that black bra with the metal spikes she always wears, paired with some black and silver juicy couture sweatpants. Her locs had those gold accessories she always has in them, which accentuated the length. She had been barefaced, which looked even better than the makeup she always wears.
“Fuck it look like?” Zanka rolled her eyes before continuing. “Can you turn that shit down?”
“Coming from the girl that always listens to jpop.” Jabber rolled her eyes back, and Zanka didn’t even bother to comment on how innaccurate that statement was.
“My point still stands. I’m tired as a fucking bitch and the constant fucking smell of fruit isn’t helping.” Zanka sighs and looks down at the vape currently in Jabber’s hand. Jabber followed her eyes down to the vape as well, and Zanka’s pretty sure just out of pure spite, she takes another hit and blows it in the other’s face.
Zanka sputters and coughs a bit, and Jabber looks at her with satisfaction on her face. “Oh my god- fuck you!” Zanka delivers a shove straight to her chest and walks away in aggravation. Jabber just smiles and giggles, stepping back into her room and closing the door. Zanka enters her own room and slams the door shut.
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The window displayed no light left. Night time. Zanka had slept until night. Luckily that exam was the last one until winter break. She didn’t have to worry about school for at least another month. She got up, rubbing her messy, skunk dyed hair, and slowly dragged her feet out of the room. She left her bedroom just to smell the scent of weed. Zanka groaned and walked over to Jabbers room once again.
She opened the door to yell at her again, and paused. Jabber looked heavenly, even with the joint between her index and middle finger, and her face had been illuminated by the faint red light of the tv. She had been sitting up, her locs flowing on her side, and scrolling through her phone. She stopped once she saw Zanka standing at the door from her peripheral. She looked up with an annoyed expression on her face.
“You gon say something or just stand there like a stupid bitch?” Jabber said, annoyance and irritation dripping off of her tongue. Zanka’s eyes squinted and she walked towards Jabber’s bed and stood right in front of it.
“Didn’t I just tell you like two hours ago not to fucking smoke? Especially inside, the landlord could beat my fucking ass!” She damn near yelled. Jabber just looked at her, uninterested.
“Then fuck the damn landlord.” Jabber eventually responds after sitting in silence for a good 15 seconds, and Zanka is damn near fuming.
“You think this is funny?? You crazy ass fucking psycho stupid ass wh-“
“Zan-Zan. You needa fuckin’ chill out.” Jabber cuts Zanka off, and she looks at the joint between her fingers. She pulls Zanka down to sit on her bed and shoves the lit joint closer to her.
“Try it. It’ll help ya.” Jabber faces her and smiles.
“Fuck no, ya crazy?” She seethes. Jabber just sighs and brings a hand to her cheek.
“I wouldn’t give somethin to you if I knew it wasn’t good for ya. You stressed, don’t have school until next year, I’m sure you’ll live.” Jabber retorts back. Zanka looks at her and the joint. “Unless, you ain’t scared are ya?”
Zanka looks at her in disbelief, and snatches the joint out of her hand l, taking a drag. Immediately after taking it out of her mouth, she coughs as smoke leaves her airways. “How the fuck do you smoke this shit all day??” She says while gasping for air.
“It’s an acquired taste.” She brings it back to her own mouth and takes a drag. She holds it in her lungs for a second before blowing out the smoke. Zanka stares, and wonders how she could do this so effortlessly.
“Aight.” Jabber brings the joint to Zanka’s mouth again, but rests her free hand under her chin. Zanka hesitantly latches onto the joint with her lips. “Breathe in, baby.”
Zanka follows her advice, breathing in. She starts tearing up from the smoke. “Hold it.” Jabber says, keeping a close eye on her lips. Zanka follows her directions, holding it in as her throat starts to burn. She looks at Jabber waiting for her to say something else.
After a few seconds, Jabber speaks again. “Breathe out.” and Zanka immediately breathes out, coughing as each smoke particle leaves her lungs. Jabber looks at her and giggles. She rotates her hand back to herself and takes another drag.
“This isn’t fucking working.” Zanka says, finally taking gasps of air. Jabber just smiles and bits of smoke leaves her mouth.
“Ever heard of shotgunning?” The smoke leaves her mouth as she talks. Zanka looks at her, tilting her head.
“Is that some typa kinky shit?” Zanka then asks and Jabber laughs lazily. She lets the hand holding Zanka’s chin loosen up a bit as she slides her thumb over the other’s lips. Jabber opens Zanka’s mouth as she takes a drag of the joint, and holds it in her own. Zanka blushes from the sudden contact, but watches as Jabber closes her eyes letting the smoke burn her throat. Jabber then leans her head closer to her face, noses almost touching, and exhales the smoke into her mouth.
Zanka pulls away and starts coughing again, but the effect isn’t as strong. Jabber just watches her, an unreadable expression lingering in her eyes. Her eyes start getting lazier, desire beneath them. Zanka looks back up and stares. “I uhm…” Zanka starts before Jabber’s thumb slots in between her lips and softly pries it open. She takes yet another drag out of the joint and leans closer to her face, but instead of breathing out the air right next to it, she connects their lips.
Zanka’s eyes widen as she realizes that they are practically making out right now. Smoke leaves Jabber’s lips as she moves them against the other, using the hand previously on her face and moving it down to hold her waist. She holds the joint in her other hand a bit further from the two, and continues kissing, before eventually breaking apart and letting the smoke seep out of both of their mouths. Zanka is practically having a panic induced crisis.
“The fuck…?” Zanka mutters, eyes jumping between both of Jabber’s.
“Ya ain’t coughing anymore.” Jabber says, breathing out the excess smoke into her mouth. Zanka stares at her in shock as Jabber smiles.
Her breath hitches. Zanka now realizes the gravity of the situation. She just made out with her roommate, not even fifteen minutes after calling her a “crazy bitch”. Jabber takes one last drag of the joint before stubbing it out onto the ashtray on her nightstand, and slowly exhales. Zanka doesn’t understand how she could be so calm after fucking with her mind like that.
Before she can question it more, Jabber surges in again, connecting both of their lips once more while closing her eyes. Her hand slides down to her waist once again, her other hand sliding down as well to hold her in place. Zanka’s mind didn’t rush quite as much as it did when they started. She closed her eyes as well, and slowly starts to move her lips back. It’s slow. Sensual. Nothing like any of the kisses any of Zanka’s other boyfriends shared with her. They always felt rushed, almost like they were just rushing through to try and get their dick wet. But this, this was amazing.
Zanka’s hands slide up to Jabbers face and they cup around it, and they slowly deepen the shared feeling. Jabber tastes like a mix between nicotine and cherry. All the more intoxicating. They eventually part after ten seconds more to breathe.
Zanka starts to breathe in and out in slow huffs and Jabber stays silent, too silent. “Jabber…?” Zanka whispers and the other girl opens her eyes to look at her. Jabber suddenly shoves her backwards and Zanka hits the mattress underneath her with a slight gasp and a bounce. Jabber smiles lazily before moving her legs over her body, straddling her as her hands slot themselves around her waist and as Jabber starts kissing down her jawline, leaving small bites.
The girl underneath feels the pressure of the metal spikes from Jabber’s bra against her skin, her soft and warm hands, and her lips against her skin all at once. Her breathing pattern picks up as she gets even more drunk by the feeling. Maybe the smoke had been enhancing her sensitivity, but whatever had been happening felt better than how any man had ever touched her.
Jabber reaches down and pulls the shoulder cut BMO shirt over her head, leaving Zanka in her bra, and she starts to kiss down her neck, biting the skin underneath her lips.
Zanka is a damn mess right now. She feels everything happening, and her breath keeps picking up until she leaves behind little moans and whimpers. The feel of everything is like heaven to her already overwhelmed skin. She grips onto the others locs as her chest rises up and down following her breath.
This was so insane. She had been making out with someone she’s always had to deny she’s had a crush on since freshman year of high school. Enjin even telling her not to get attached to someone so… deranged. Everything she wanted had currently been praising her body like it was heaven sent.
The moonlight bled through the curtains, illuminating the two as they continued to touch like the other was dying the next day. “You’re so perfect, under my touch like this.” Jabber whispered as she slowly went lower, kissing against her collarbone and lowering herself to the others chest.
There were tears coming out of Zanka’s eyes. She had never felt so… appreciated. She had always felt outcasted from the world. Seeing people experience love from their parents, significant others, hell even their pets. Zanka had to fight her whole life to find praise in anyone. Her first boyfriend cheated on her with a woman that he said was “better in every way,” the next broke up with her because she had been an “uncontrolled bitch,“ and her last only wanted her for her body. More specifically, the feeling of having his dick inside someone else.
Being under Jabber as she appreciated her every move, every touch, every emotion, felt so… overwhelming. She slowly went lower, savoring her every body part, but she suddenly just…stopped.
Zanka’s breathing slowed down as she came down from her high, and she slowly propped herself up on her elbows to look up at Jabber.
“…you stopped…?” Zanka stated, confused. Jabber just smiled, and got off of her, positioning herself to lean against the wall behind her bed. Zanka watched her every move in confusion. Her body ached, and her mind was running. “Did I do something wr-“
Before she could finish her sentence, Jabber got up and clamped onto her wrist, pulling her towards the bathroom in the hallway. She stepped inside the bathroom, pulling Zanka’s hand in with her, and she closed the door. She walked over to the bathtub next and turned on the water after plugging the drain. She turned it on hot water, but not too hot, and sat on the edge waiting for it to fill.
Confusion was an understatement. Zanka just experienced the most sensual moment of her life just to have it stopped abruptly because Jabber wanted to take a bath…? She watched as the other poured some soap where the faucet ran to turn it bubbly. Zanka had of course known Jabber was an impulsive person, but she hadn’t expected her to leave in the middle of… whatever that was… just to bathe with her. It had been pretty sweet, she guessed.
The other had turned off the faucet when the tub had been filled, and stood up. She walked over to Zanka and stopped in-front of her. “Mind taking off my bra?”
Zanka choked on air at the request. “You can’t do it yourself??” Zanka sputtered. Janka just smiled, as she always does.
“I’d rather you do it.” She moves her hands to the others waist, once again. “Please?” And how exactly could Zanka say no to that?
She slowly ran her hands up the others shoulders and down her back, grabbing a hold of the clasp, and clicking it open. As it falls off, Jabber slowly removes her sweats, and then her underwear. Once she hops out of each article of clothing (While Zanka tries her best to not have a midlife crisis), she dips both of her feet into the hot water, and slowly sits down.
The water smokes as she submerges her top half, her hands snaking their way onto the bathtubs frame. She looks up at Zanka who still has yet to make a move. “Come on baby, wouldn’t want the water to get cold.”
Zanka snaps back to reality, and stares at the bubbles sizzling in the water. She weighs her pros and cons. On the pros, she gets to touch Jabber while she’s naked. The cons? She has to be naked. She didn’t really like people seeing her body much, hence why she hid it under baggy scene clothing and oversized hoodies. Not that there had been anything wrong with it, but she had so many littered scars from her parents deciding it would be a “good” idea to train on your siblings.
She eventually sighed and shimmied off her domo pajama pants, taking off her bra, and hopping out of her underwear as well. Jabber looked at her, always fucking smiling. Zanka rolled her eyes before walking into the water and sitting down in front of Jabber, back facing her chest, steam surrounding them.
She slowly leaned back, as much as she could in a bathtub only meant for one person, and leaned her head against the other’s shoulders. Touching someone else’s body had been a weird feeling, but given the situation, it felt oddly comforting. Jabber sighed as she leaned her head against the tile wall, and draped an arm over the other’s shoulder. This scene had felt oddly…domestic. Two women lying together in a hot bath that steamed the mirrors. Usually, this would be a sexual scene in the movies. But this? This had just felt like comfort after a long day.
The two basked in each other’s aura, and Zanka slowly drifted off to sleep in the bathtub as Jabber looked down at her, long locs flowing over her partner. Maybe they could finish what they started another time.