- For g_odalisque13!
Title: my kind of girl
Recipient: g_odalisque13
Group(s)/Pairing(s): f(x), snsd amber/krystal; amber/jessica
Rating: pg
Warning(s): none
Summary: when jessica’s younger sister krystal moves to LA, amber suddenly realizes what it means to have an emotional attachment with someone.
Notes:
“How come you’ve never said anything about your sister?”
“Amber, is this really the time? You should be using your mouth for be-ah-tter things. Oh...”
Amber grins against the side of Jessica’s slim thigh, biting at the pale skin before working her way up the older girl’s body. Her face is flushed, tinges of pink on her cheeks and her sweat dampened blonde hair plastered to her forehead.
“We’ll talk about it later then, okay?”
Jessica could only let out a breathy moan in response as Amber finally stops talking.
“So, about this sister of yours…”
Amber pushes her feet underneath Jessica’s thighs, her wriggling toes causing the other girl to squirm away before shoving her feet out from underneath her. Jessica leans back against the headboard, arms folded behind her head as she speaks.
“She’s younger than me so she still lives with our parents, but she graduates soon and we’ve made plans for her to move here.”
Amber shifts on the bed, pushing the soft, floral patterned bedcover out of the way and pillowing her head on Jessica’s stomach, looking up at her. Jessica runs a hand through her hair, tugging gently at the short strands.
“Tell me about her. I can’t imagine you having a younger sister.”
Jessica sighs, her hand pausing momentarily before starting up again. “Krystal, my sister, she’s different. She’s a nice girl, but she seems cold. She’s mature for her age, always has been; very serious and blunt, even a little scary at times. She’s cute and pretty, almost as pretty as me,” Amber gently bites her stomach at that, “Yah! She is pretty though, which I’m glad. Could you imagine me having a plain sister?”
Amber shakes her head in the negative.
“Nah, not really.”
You better be coming~! -J
Amber swears and hurries to finish getting dressed and hightails it out of her dorm, cursing her roommate and their messy living on the way out. Min was awesome but she really needed to stop leaving her shoes near the door.
Jessica was flying back from Seoul, having left the week previously to attend her sister’s high school graduation. Amber had been enlisted (or forced rather) to pick her, along with Krystal, up from their international flight, which would be fine, if she hadn’t been running late.
“She’s gonna kill me,” she muttered to herself as she sped through the post-midnight LA streets. The trip to LAX didn’t take long, a perk of living on the UCLA campus, and since the flight was coming in at the wee hours of the morning, there weren’t that many cars on the street to clog things up.
She manages to make it to the airport just as their flight is landing, following a small crowd of people that are going in the same direction to wait for them to pass through security. Amber can see several people holding up placards, some not even in English, bearing what she’s assuming is the name of passengers coming from the plane.
She briefly wonders if she should’ve done the same.
It’s only a few minutes of waiting before the first wave of passengers come through the gate, some in casual clothes some in suits, others even in sunglasses and heels dragging luggage bags of all shapes and sizes behind them.
Amber almost doesn’t recognize Jessica when she comes through, the older girl has changed so much; her normally bright blonde hair has been dyed a sandy brown and cut in a wavy, beach style. She stares for a moment before waving her hands and jumping up and down; calling out the older girl’s name enthusiastically and ignoring the looks she’s being given by the people surrounding her.
“Jessica!” She doesn’t even wait for her to get all the way to her, running up and throwing her arms around the other girl’s shoulders, pulling her close in an intimate hug.
“Unni, you didn’t say you had a boyfriend!” A scandalized voice calls from behind them and Amber pulls away and looks behind Jessica, startled to see a cool looking girl behind her, arms folded across her chest and sunglasses pushed high on her head.
“What? Boyfriend?” Amber snorts in amusement; this isn’t the first time she’s been mistaken for a boy and the oversized UCLA sweatshirt and sweatpants she’s wearing don’t really help.
But it soon clicks in her head that this must be Jessica’s sister, Krystal, and Amber moves forward to embrace her, naturally feeling inclined to treat Jessica’s sister just as closely as she does Jessica, but gets rebuffed coolly. She just brushes it off, offering her a friendly smile instead as she looks her over.
When Jessica had said all those weeks ago that Krystal was almost as pretty as she was, she wasn’t lying. Even under the harsh lighting of the airport, Amber could tell Krystal was a stunner. Tall and with proportions a model would envy, she made jeans and a loose top look like red carpet fashion than casualwear.
“This is Amber, the friend I told you about,” Jessica says and not so gently elbows her in the side, Amber may or may not have been ogling her younger sister, before heading towards the exit; obviously through with the airport. Amber moves to catch up but pauses when she realizes Krystal’s a lot more weighed down by her extra bags.
“Here, let me,” she offers, years of her parents’ politeness lessons taking effect, and moves to grab Krystal’s large suitcase and bag. She turns to see the first smile on Krystal’s face.
Amber takes it on herself to help Krystal get settled in, partly because Jessica becomes increasingly busy studying for her exams and finishing her final projects, but mostly because Krystal reveals herself to be quite playful and fun to be around, once you get passed the cold look she usually has on her face.
Krystal doesn’t start at UCLA until the fall so Amber spends the time until then showing her around all the local hotspots and getting her familiar with living in LA. She introduces her to other friends of hers and her favorite eateries as well.
“Taqueria Mexicana is down this street. They seriously have the best tacos this side of LA, you’ll be craving them at 3AM in no time. Trust me,” she says, pointing to it from where her arm’s wrapped around Krystal’s shoulders. Amber had also revealed herself to be quite physically affectionate and Krystal had long since stopped pushing her wandering arms away and, on occasion, even initiated contact between them.
Amber considered it progress.
“I want ice cream.”
Amber pauses in her shopping; glancing over at Krystal who is staring at the nearby ice cream café from the clothing store they’re in. She easily agrees, putting the nearly identical tops back and letting Krystal pull her out of the store.
“What do you want?” She asks as they make it to the counter. Amber already knows what she’s getting and waits for Krystal to peruse the menu and answers her phone during that time, pulling up message after message.
She’s just finished texting Jessica when there’s a sharp poke to her side and she turns to see Krystal tapping her foot with a sullen expression on her face. The girl at the counter is looking between them and Amber frowns, slightly confused.
“I don’t have any money,” Krystal says and Amber nods, understanding, and moves forward, already reaching for her wallet..
“No problem! It’s my treat and I’m your…what was it? Unni? Yeah, I’m your unni~, it’s what I do, right?” she says with a laugh as she pays. Amber’s been trying to integrate Korean words into the things she says when she’s around Krystal, though the other girl had begged her on more than one occasion to quit because ‘your pronunciation is seriously bad and embarrassing’”, now she does it because she knows it annoys Krystal.
Amber doesn’t get a thank you, that’s usual, but Krystal does smile at her as she grabs her large, and expensive, sundae. It falls from her face as soon as Amber’s phone vibrates in her hand and she answers the received text.
“Who’s that?” She asks, taking bite from her sundae, more viciously than ice cream usually warrants.
“Huh? Oh, it’s your sister.” Amber doesn’t look up from her phone as she answers, absently eating even as she taps at the keys with ease.
There’s silence for a long moment, the only sound the tapping of Amber’s phone and the background noise of the café when Krystal speaks.
“Why are you and unni always talking? Aren’t you just friends?”
Amber looks up at that, mouth hanging open in confusion at the sudden question before she takes in Krystal’s expression. The younger girl is jabbing her spoon into her ice cream, breaking the wafer into tiny pieces with a scowl on her face.
Amber hasn’t seen her look like that since she first arrived in LA.
“Well….me and your sister, we’re close.”
Close was an understatement. Amber had known Jessica even before she started attending UCLA; a perk of having older friends was being invited to college parties even as a high school student. And boy did Amber get invited to parties. Her and Jessica’s relationship was an odd one, an intimate one surely, but odd nonetheless. They went to moves and shopped together like friends would, but there have been many nights where Amber hasn’t gone back to her dorm because she was at Jessica’s. They’ve exchanged hugs and kisses and touches and more, both in the privacy of their rooms and out in the city. They weren’t girlfriends or dating in the traditional sense; Jessica has had boyfriends even as Amber’s spent the night in her bed and Amber’s always been a major flirt even while out with the older girl.
“How about I turn my phone off?” She said, holding it up and doing it as Krystal watched. This seemed to satisfy the younger girl because she wasn’t scowling nearly as hard, which was a good sign, and held her hand out, crooking her fingers until Amber dropped the phone in her palm.
“And give me some of your ice cream.” Amber did that as well, smiling as Krystal dug into hers with gusto, leaving her ruined sundae to melt.
Amber couldn’t get all that upset with her.
By the time Krystal actually started attending classes; Amber had spent more quality time with her than she had Jessica in the past few months. In fact, she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d spent any significant time with the older girl, let alone been to her dorm. Amber couldn’t say she was too disappointed by that.
Krystal was a different person. At times she reminded her of Jessica, but then she’d quirk her lips or toss her hair in a way that Jessica never did. Say something or do something that was so uniquely Krystal, that Amber stopped immediately associating her as ‘Jessica’s younger sister Krystal’ and more like, ‘my friend Krystal’.
Something Amber had been delighted to do was bring Krystal around to all her stomping grounds and so by the time she was an official UCLA student, she knew, or had at least met, the people that Amber did.
“So, who is this again?”
Krystal has her fingers wrapped around Amber’s wrist, holding onto her as the older girl leads her down the path to the sorority house of a friend. The music playing is loud enough to be heard even outside the door and the air nearly vibrates from the bass coming from the speakers.
“Tiffany. She’s a church friend, but she throws the best parties. Your typical, California sorority girl,” Amber says and leans on the buzzer for a while until the door swings open.
“You made it~!” Amber is immediately engulfed in a hug and stumbles back by the sheer force of Tiffany’s embrace.
Krystal stands back, observing with slight unease as the two older girls pull apart.
“Of course I made it. Aint no party like a Tiffany Hwang party, yeah!?” Amber loops her arm around the girl’s neck and Krystal can finally see her clearly and frowns.
Tiffany is pretty, really pretty. Her smile is bright and wide and her eyes turn up into little half-moons and she’s wearing a pretty pink dress that makes her look like a princess.
Krystal doesn’t remember her being this pretty when they’d first met.
“And who’s this?” Tiffany notices Krystal standing around awkwardly and looks at her closely.
“This is Jessica’s baby sister Krystal. You’ve met her before,” Amber tells her and laughs heartily at the dumbstruck look on Tiffany’s face. “Come on Madam Hwang, your blonde is showing,” she teases and steers her inside where the party had continued on while they were chatting.
Amber doesn’t notice Krystal following behind reluctantly.
The party is loud. There are people everywhere, more people than Krystal was initially expecting, but it was one of the first parties of the year thrown by a popular sorority so everyone was coming out strong while they course work was still light. Everyone seemed comfortable enough dancing and talking virtually on top of each other.
Amber makes her rounds as if she’s the host, chatting up nearly every person personally; giving out long hugs and touches that have Krystal staring jealously while holding a plastic red cup in her hand.
It doesn’t take long before she grows tired of Amber paying attention to people other than her and Krystal leaves the main party, venturing further into the sorority house until she chances upon an empty, and blissfully quiet, room.
She doesn’t know how long it takes before Amber leaves the group of people she’s talking with to find where Krystal went, peering in the kitchen and the bathroom before noticing the light underneath the other room door.
She hesitantly taps at the door before pushing it open, closing it behind her once she notices someone inside. “What are you doing in here alone?” she asks.
Krystal doesn’t look up, one hand picking at the pink bedcover underneath her and the other still fiddling with the cup. She takes long enough to answer that Amber joins her on the bed, sitting close together. “Krys?”
The name is barely out before Krystal is talking, her bottom lip red from where she’s been biting at it. “Why did you bring me here?” she asks, ignoring Amber’s question. She looks up, eyes narrowed in a scary look that has Amber frowning.
“Because, it’s a party?” Amber isn’t sure what the problem is and it shows on her face. Krystal lets out a snort and stares into her cup.
“So you drag me along when I don’t know anyone except for you and you spent the entire time ditching whme?” she asks and the coldness in her voice is enough for Amber to physically move away from her, unused to hearing it after so long.
“You know people here!” She insists only for Krystal to give her a baleful glare.
“Yeah? Who?” Krystal challenges and Amber finds herself coming up short for an appropriate answer.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Krystal turns away from her and stares out the window, body unmoving. Amber stops and actually thinks for a moment; thinks back to all their interactions and everything Krystal has ever expressed to her.
It all comes crashing down around her and she suddenly gets it.
Amber lets out a stunned breath, staring hard at the back of Krystal’s head in amazement because, really, Krystal likes her? Just thinking it makes her short in disbelief and she notices as Krystal’s body stiffens at the sound.
Amber’s never been one to be shy about her feelings, which is why she reaches forward, gripping the younger girls shoulder and tugging until she’s turned back toward her.
“You like me.” She doesn’t pose it as a question because it isn’t. The way Krystal’s throat moves, the slight hitch in her breath and her gaze looking everywhere but in Amber’s eyes.
“Why didn’t you say anything? Better yet, why didn’t you…why didn’t you do this?” Krystal opens her mouth to ask just what was she supposed to do when Amber surges forward and presses their lips together.
Amber almost doesn’t register the fact that Krystal’s retuning the kiss until she feels familiar thin fingers threading through her short hair to pull them closer, her upper body bridging the gap between them.
They eventually break away when a particularly loud uproar comes from the party, reminding them that they’re definitely doing this on someone’s bed- someone who’d be irate seeing to girls make out in their room. Well, not really.
“Should we head back to the party?” Krystal asks and Amber immediately shakes her head. There’s a sweet red tinge on the younger girl’s lips and a flush has appeared on her cheeks which makes Amber wonder just how far it spreads.
Krystal reads her expression and laughs, nudging her in the arm before standing up, hesitating slightly before offering Amber her hand.
“Come on, we can’t have your friends wondering where you’ve gone off to,” she says and Amber reluctantly agrees, reaching for the younger girl’s hand and letting herself be pulled up.
She slings and arm around Krystal’s shoulder, curling her fingers in the material of her shirt before leading them back towards where the party has continued going strong irreverent of their great revelation.
Though, this time around Amber keeps the younger girl tucked into her side for the night.
Recipient: g_odalisque13
Group(s)/Pairing(s): f(x), snsd amber/krystal; amber/jessica
Rating: pg
Warning(s): none
Summary: when jessica’s younger sister krystal moves to LA, amber suddenly realizes what it means to have an emotional attachment with someone.
Notes:
“How come you’ve never said anything about your sister?”
“Amber, is this really the time? You should be using your mouth for be-ah-tter things. Oh...”
Amber grins against the side of Jessica’s slim thigh, biting at the pale skin before working her way up the older girl’s body. Her face is flushed, tinges of pink on her cheeks and her sweat dampened blonde hair plastered to her forehead.
“We’ll talk about it later then, okay?”
Jessica could only let out a breathy moan in response as Amber finally stops talking.
“So, about this sister of yours…”
Amber pushes her feet underneath Jessica’s thighs, her wriggling toes causing the other girl to squirm away before shoving her feet out from underneath her. Jessica leans back against the headboard, arms folded behind her head as she speaks.
“She’s younger than me so she still lives with our parents, but she graduates soon and we’ve made plans for her to move here.”
Amber shifts on the bed, pushing the soft, floral patterned bedcover out of the way and pillowing her head on Jessica’s stomach, looking up at her. Jessica runs a hand through her hair, tugging gently at the short strands.
“Tell me about her. I can’t imagine you having a younger sister.”
Jessica sighs, her hand pausing momentarily before starting up again. “Krystal, my sister, she’s different. She’s a nice girl, but she seems cold. She’s mature for her age, always has been; very serious and blunt, even a little scary at times. She’s cute and pretty, almost as pretty as me,” Amber gently bites her stomach at that, “Yah! She is pretty though, which I’m glad. Could you imagine me having a plain sister?”
Amber shakes her head in the negative.
“Nah, not really.”
You better be coming~! -J
Amber swears and hurries to finish getting dressed and hightails it out of her dorm, cursing her roommate and their messy living on the way out. Min was awesome but she really needed to stop leaving her shoes near the door.
Jessica was flying back from Seoul, having left the week previously to attend her sister’s high school graduation. Amber had been enlisted (or forced rather) to pick her, along with Krystal, up from their international flight, which would be fine, if she hadn’t been running late.
“She’s gonna kill me,” she muttered to herself as she sped through the post-midnight LA streets. The trip to LAX didn’t take long, a perk of living on the UCLA campus, and since the flight was coming in at the wee hours of the morning, there weren’t that many cars on the street to clog things up.
She manages to make it to the airport just as their flight is landing, following a small crowd of people that are going in the same direction to wait for them to pass through security. Amber can see several people holding up placards, some not even in English, bearing what she’s assuming is the name of passengers coming from the plane.
She briefly wonders if she should’ve done the same.
It’s only a few minutes of waiting before the first wave of passengers come through the gate, some in casual clothes some in suits, others even in sunglasses and heels dragging luggage bags of all shapes and sizes behind them.
Amber almost doesn’t recognize Jessica when she comes through, the older girl has changed so much; her normally bright blonde hair has been dyed a sandy brown and cut in a wavy, beach style. She stares for a moment before waving her hands and jumping up and down; calling out the older girl’s name enthusiastically and ignoring the looks she’s being given by the people surrounding her.
“Jessica!” She doesn’t even wait for her to get all the way to her, running up and throwing her arms around the other girl’s shoulders, pulling her close in an intimate hug.
“Unni, you didn’t say you had a boyfriend!” A scandalized voice calls from behind them and Amber pulls away and looks behind Jessica, startled to see a cool looking girl behind her, arms folded across her chest and sunglasses pushed high on her head.
“What? Boyfriend?” Amber snorts in amusement; this isn’t the first time she’s been mistaken for a boy and the oversized UCLA sweatshirt and sweatpants she’s wearing don’t really help.
But it soon clicks in her head that this must be Jessica’s sister, Krystal, and Amber moves forward to embrace her, naturally feeling inclined to treat Jessica’s sister just as closely as she does Jessica, but gets rebuffed coolly. She just brushes it off, offering her a friendly smile instead as she looks her over.
When Jessica had said all those weeks ago that Krystal was almost as pretty as she was, she wasn’t lying. Even under the harsh lighting of the airport, Amber could tell Krystal was a stunner. Tall and with proportions a model would envy, she made jeans and a loose top look like red carpet fashion than casualwear.
“This is Amber, the friend I told you about,” Jessica says and not so gently elbows her in the side, Amber may or may not have been ogling her younger sister, before heading towards the exit; obviously through with the airport. Amber moves to catch up but pauses when she realizes Krystal’s a lot more weighed down by her extra bags.
“Here, let me,” she offers, years of her parents’ politeness lessons taking effect, and moves to grab Krystal’s large suitcase and bag. She turns to see the first smile on Krystal’s face.
Amber takes it on herself to help Krystal get settled in, partly because Jessica becomes increasingly busy studying for her exams and finishing her final projects, but mostly because Krystal reveals herself to be quite playful and fun to be around, once you get passed the cold look she usually has on her face.
Krystal doesn’t start at UCLA until the fall so Amber spends the time until then showing her around all the local hotspots and getting her familiar with living in LA. She introduces her to other friends of hers and her favorite eateries as well.
“Taqueria Mexicana is down this street. They seriously have the best tacos this side of LA, you’ll be craving them at 3AM in no time. Trust me,” she says, pointing to it from where her arm’s wrapped around Krystal’s shoulders. Amber had also revealed herself to be quite physically affectionate and Krystal had long since stopped pushing her wandering arms away and, on occasion, even initiated contact between them.
Amber considered it progress.
“I want ice cream.”
Amber pauses in her shopping; glancing over at Krystal who is staring at the nearby ice cream café from the clothing store they’re in. She easily agrees, putting the nearly identical tops back and letting Krystal pull her out of the store.
“What do you want?” She asks as they make it to the counter. Amber already knows what she’s getting and waits for Krystal to peruse the menu and answers her phone during that time, pulling up message after message.
She’s just finished texting Jessica when there’s a sharp poke to her side and she turns to see Krystal tapping her foot with a sullen expression on her face. The girl at the counter is looking between them and Amber frowns, slightly confused.
“I don’t have any money,” Krystal says and Amber nods, understanding, and moves forward, already reaching for her wallet..
“No problem! It’s my treat and I’m your…what was it? Unni? Yeah, I’m your unni~, it’s what I do, right?” she says with a laugh as she pays. Amber’s been trying to integrate Korean words into the things she says when she’s around Krystal, though the other girl had begged her on more than one occasion to quit because ‘your pronunciation is seriously bad and embarrassing’”, now she does it because she knows it annoys Krystal.
Amber doesn’t get a thank you, that’s usual, but Krystal does smile at her as she grabs her large, and expensive, sundae. It falls from her face as soon as Amber’s phone vibrates in her hand and she answers the received text.
“Who’s that?” She asks, taking bite from her sundae, more viciously than ice cream usually warrants.
“Huh? Oh, it’s your sister.” Amber doesn’t look up from her phone as she answers, absently eating even as she taps at the keys with ease.
There’s silence for a long moment, the only sound the tapping of Amber’s phone and the background noise of the café when Krystal speaks.
“Why are you and unni always talking? Aren’t you just friends?”
Amber looks up at that, mouth hanging open in confusion at the sudden question before she takes in Krystal’s expression. The younger girl is jabbing her spoon into her ice cream, breaking the wafer into tiny pieces with a scowl on her face.
Amber hasn’t seen her look like that since she first arrived in LA.
“Well….me and your sister, we’re close.”
Close was an understatement. Amber had known Jessica even before she started attending UCLA; a perk of having older friends was being invited to college parties even as a high school student. And boy did Amber get invited to parties. Her and Jessica’s relationship was an odd one, an intimate one surely, but odd nonetheless. They went to moves and shopped together like friends would, but there have been many nights where Amber hasn’t gone back to her dorm because she was at Jessica’s. They’ve exchanged hugs and kisses and touches and more, both in the privacy of their rooms and out in the city. They weren’t girlfriends or dating in the traditional sense; Jessica has had boyfriends even as Amber’s spent the night in her bed and Amber’s always been a major flirt even while out with the older girl.
“How about I turn my phone off?” She said, holding it up and doing it as Krystal watched. This seemed to satisfy the younger girl because she wasn’t scowling nearly as hard, which was a good sign, and held her hand out, crooking her fingers until Amber dropped the phone in her palm.
“And give me some of your ice cream.” Amber did that as well, smiling as Krystal dug into hers with gusto, leaving her ruined sundae to melt.
Amber couldn’t get all that upset with her.
By the time Krystal actually started attending classes; Amber had spent more quality time with her than she had Jessica in the past few months. In fact, she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d spent any significant time with the older girl, let alone been to her dorm. Amber couldn’t say she was too disappointed by that.
Krystal was a different person. At times she reminded her of Jessica, but then she’d quirk her lips or toss her hair in a way that Jessica never did. Say something or do something that was so uniquely Krystal, that Amber stopped immediately associating her as ‘Jessica’s younger sister Krystal’ and more like, ‘my friend Krystal’.
Something Amber had been delighted to do was bring Krystal around to all her stomping grounds and so by the time she was an official UCLA student, she knew, or had at least met, the people that Amber did.
“So, who is this again?”
Krystal has her fingers wrapped around Amber’s wrist, holding onto her as the older girl leads her down the path to the sorority house of a friend. The music playing is loud enough to be heard even outside the door and the air nearly vibrates from the bass coming from the speakers.
“Tiffany. She’s a church friend, but she throws the best parties. Your typical, California sorority girl,” Amber says and leans on the buzzer for a while until the door swings open.
“You made it~!” Amber is immediately engulfed in a hug and stumbles back by the sheer force of Tiffany’s embrace.
Krystal stands back, observing with slight unease as the two older girls pull apart.
“Of course I made it. Aint no party like a Tiffany Hwang party, yeah!?” Amber loops her arm around the girl’s neck and Krystal can finally see her clearly and frowns.
Tiffany is pretty, really pretty. Her smile is bright and wide and her eyes turn up into little half-moons and she’s wearing a pretty pink dress that makes her look like a princess.
Krystal doesn’t remember her being this pretty when they’d first met.
“And who’s this?” Tiffany notices Krystal standing around awkwardly and looks at her closely.
“This is Jessica’s baby sister Krystal. You’ve met her before,” Amber tells her and laughs heartily at the dumbstruck look on Tiffany’s face. “Come on Madam Hwang, your blonde is showing,” she teases and steers her inside where the party had continued on while they were chatting.
Amber doesn’t notice Krystal following behind reluctantly.
The party is loud. There are people everywhere, more people than Krystal was initially expecting, but it was one of the first parties of the year thrown by a popular sorority so everyone was coming out strong while they course work was still light. Everyone seemed comfortable enough dancing and talking virtually on top of each other.
Amber makes her rounds as if she’s the host, chatting up nearly every person personally; giving out long hugs and touches that have Krystal staring jealously while holding a plastic red cup in her hand.
It doesn’t take long before she grows tired of Amber paying attention to people other than her and Krystal leaves the main party, venturing further into the sorority house until she chances upon an empty, and blissfully quiet, room.
She doesn’t know how long it takes before Amber leaves the group of people she’s talking with to find where Krystal went, peering in the kitchen and the bathroom before noticing the light underneath the other room door.
She hesitantly taps at the door before pushing it open, closing it behind her once she notices someone inside. “What are you doing in here alone?” she asks.
Krystal doesn’t look up, one hand picking at the pink bedcover underneath her and the other still fiddling with the cup. She takes long enough to answer that Amber joins her on the bed, sitting close together. “Krys?”
The name is barely out before Krystal is talking, her bottom lip red from where she’s been biting at it. “Why did you bring me here?” she asks, ignoring Amber’s question. She looks up, eyes narrowed in a scary look that has Amber frowning.
“Because, it’s a party?” Amber isn’t sure what the problem is and it shows on her face. Krystal lets out a snort and stares into her cup.
“So you drag me along when I don’t know anyone except for you and you spent the entire time ditching whme?” she asks and the coldness in her voice is enough for Amber to physically move away from her, unused to hearing it after so long.
“You know people here!” She insists only for Krystal to give her a baleful glare.
“Yeah? Who?” Krystal challenges and Amber finds herself coming up short for an appropriate answer.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Krystal turns away from her and stares out the window, body unmoving. Amber stops and actually thinks for a moment; thinks back to all their interactions and everything Krystal has ever expressed to her.
It all comes crashing down around her and she suddenly gets it.
Amber lets out a stunned breath, staring hard at the back of Krystal’s head in amazement because, really, Krystal likes her? Just thinking it makes her short in disbelief and she notices as Krystal’s body stiffens at the sound.
Amber’s never been one to be shy about her feelings, which is why she reaches forward, gripping the younger girls shoulder and tugging until she’s turned back toward her.
“You like me.” She doesn’t pose it as a question because it isn’t. The way Krystal’s throat moves, the slight hitch in her breath and her gaze looking everywhere but in Amber’s eyes.
“Why didn’t you say anything? Better yet, why didn’t you…why didn’t you do this?” Krystal opens her mouth to ask just what was she supposed to do when Amber surges forward and presses their lips together.
Amber almost doesn’t register the fact that Krystal’s retuning the kiss until she feels familiar thin fingers threading through her short hair to pull them closer, her upper body bridging the gap between them.
They eventually break away when a particularly loud uproar comes from the party, reminding them that they’re definitely doing this on someone’s bed- someone who’d be irate seeing to girls make out in their room. Well, not really.
“Should we head back to the party?” Krystal asks and Amber immediately shakes her head. There’s a sweet red tinge on the younger girl’s lips and a flush has appeared on her cheeks which makes Amber wonder just how far it spreads.
Krystal reads her expression and laughs, nudging her in the arm before standing up, hesitating slightly before offering Amber her hand.
“Come on, we can’t have your friends wondering where you’ve gone off to,” she says and Amber reluctantly agrees, reaching for the younger girl’s hand and letting herself be pulled up.
She slings and arm around Krystal’s shoulder, curling her fingers in the material of her shirt before leading them back towards where the party has continued going strong irreverent of their great revelation.
Though, this time around Amber keeps the younger girl tucked into her side for the night.