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The library door opened under her hand, and Harper pushed it fully open with her back, keeping her eyes on Ophelia as she took a step back, and then another. It was almost as if she didn’t dare to let her gaze stray, because then this moment might break, might prove to be a fevered dream.
Ophelia followed after her, her gaze slipping away from Harper into the dark room. Her eyes grew a little wider, the spark which Harper found so attractive gleaming in the dark blue of her eyes.
“Oh god,” she said, as she stepped fully into the room. Harper hummed in agreement, reaching for the light switch to the side of the door. It illuminated the space slightly, a warm dim light, and as the door fell shut behind them it drowned out the pounding of the music from the party.
“Yes, it’s quite the collection, isn’t it?” she said, following Ophelia further into the room, her eyes roaming over her body rather than the shelves. She had been here more times then she could count anyways. She hadn’t come there to look at the books, even if that hade been the excuse she had given.
“I had no idea Anna had this kind of space, her parents must really enjoy literature,” Ophelia said, and Harper gave out an involuntary snort. Ophelia turned to look at her, blinking in surprise.
“Ah, sorry,” Harper said, smiling crookedly. “It’s just that I’ve never seen either of Anna’s parents with a book in their hands.”
“Oh,” Ophelia said, her brows drawing together in a frown. “What a shame then. Why build this kind of room if you don’t love books?” She walked closer to the wall before them, her fingers slipping over the covers.
“I think they see it as a status thing,” Harper said with a shrug. She considered following Ophelia as she walked, but perhaps that was a little too much. The lounge next to the unlit fireplace seemed like a better option, and she moved towards that instead. “Anna and I used to play in here when we were little, and now we usually hang out here too. Her parents only ever use it when they want to show off or have guests.”
“I see,” Ophelia said, pulling one of the books out and flipping it to read the back. Harper sat down, stretching out her legs before her. The short skirt rode up a little, and she corrected it, leaving it covering her to mid thigh. “You’ve known each other since you were little then?”
“Yes well, our mothers’ are sisters so,” Harper said with a shrug. Ophelia looked up, her cheeks turning a little red.
“Oh, right. I always forget that you’re cousins, not just best friends,” she smiled sweetly, almost as if apologising, before her gaze dipped down to the book again.
“It’s kind of weird, sometimes it feels like we're more like sisters, and sometimes not,” Harper admitted, and Ophelia hummed, putting the book back into the shelf, her gaze moving over the backs of them once again. She was in a short green dress tonight. It made the redness of her hair stand out even more, but in a beautiful way. Harper had always loved the shade of it, ever since the first time they met.
Ophelia had been standing in the middle of the corridor of the campus building for engineering, and it had been as if a beacon had shown on Ophelia, making it impossible not to notice her. She was so pretty it made Harper’s head spin a little every time that she saw her. She had been trying to build up the courage to talk to her for months, and then she had just shown up tonight to Harper and Anna’s party. Any plans Harper had of drowning her sorrows because of a less than perfect grade on the most recent exam was suddenly flushed out.
There was no way she was going to let her drunk self ruin this. There was no way she was going to let this opportunity go to waste.
She had managed to sweet talk Ophelia into the library. It hadn’t been that hard, since Ophelia was clearly a bookworm, so it had been an easily executed plan to get her alone. It became more and more obvious that Ophelia had been aware of her too, with how she knew about Harper and Anna being close, and how she had mentioned Harper’s major previous but… Harper didn’t want to get ahead of herself. This didn’t mean she was interested. This could just mean she was attentive but… what if? Harper had to get her alone, to see how fas she could push this.
Presenting Ophelia with a bunch of books was perhaps not the best way of getting her full attention however.
“What is that one about?” Harper asked, as Ophelia pulled out another book. Ophelia looked up, blinking those wide blue eyes. Harper wanted her to come over. Wanted to caress her hands over her smooth skin. Wanted to know what her lips tasted like. She needed to be patient however. Not to fuck this up.
“Oh, it’s a- a murder mystery I think,” Ophelia said, putting the book back into the shelf, continuing her exploration of the books.
“Do you like those?” Harper asked, and Ophelia shook her head, slender fingers moving over the spines of the books. “What do you like then?”
“I don’t know, it depends on the mood,” she said, and then finally broke away from the bookshelf, making her way over towards the lounge where Harper was sitting. Harper's heart rate picked up. “Sometimes poetry, sometimes fantasy, or sci-fi.”
“I didn’t expect that,” Harper admitted, as Ophelia came to stop next to her. If Harper had alcohol in her body she probably would have grabbed Ophelia by the hem of her skirt and pulled her down into her lap. Her fingers were itching too, but she leaned back instead. “You have to recommend me something.”
“You think there’s anything like that in here?” Ophelia asked, and Harper let out an involuntary snort.
“No, I don’t think Anna’s parents are into that,” she said, and Ophelia smiled. “It would have made its way in here accidently.” She was still standing there, next to the lounge, looking down at Harper with a smile playing on her lips. Harper really, really wanted to kiss her.
“So, for a person who invited me in here to look at books, you seem kind of uninterested in them,” Ophelia pointed out, and Harper couldn’t help but grin. It seemed she hadn’t been that subtile. Perhaps her behaviour since they stepped in there had been a little too telling.
“We’ve been talking about books,” Harper said, sticking her chin up a little. Ophelia nodded, looking completely unconvinced.
“We have,” she agreed. She placed one knee on the lounge, leaning in a little, and Harper’s heart jumped in her chest. “Is there anything else you’d rather do?”
“Yeah,” Harper said, her hand coming up to curl around Ophelia’s waist. Ophelia grinned, and moved in even closer. The tension between them was electric, and Harper ached for more contact, to touch more.
Ophelia let out a soft sigh, and Harper pulled her further down. Ophelia followed so easily too, her other knee ending up between Harper’s spread thighs. Their eyes met, and then Ophelia’s fell closed, as she leaned in and Harper surged up, her other hand coming to clasp around Ophelia’s neck. Their lips crashed together, and Harper let out a soft moan, as their bodies pressed close. Ophelia’s hair tickled under her palm, and Harper let it move down her body, following the soft curves of her.
Their mouths were wet and warm as they opened under each other, and Ophelia tasted like the mind cocktail Anna had made for her at the beginning of the party. Her lips were soft, and her tongue eager. Harper’s hands moved up her back, into her hair, and then down again, cupping her hips. Ophelia let out a sigh, her hips rolling forward slightly, and it made lust ignite in Harper’s gut, spreading like wildfire. She moved her hands to make Ophelia roll her hips again, and they both groaned as she pressed down harder. The fabric of Ophelia’s panties moved against Harper’s thigh, and it was so sexy it made her head spin.
Harper’s hands moved under Ophelia’s skirt and caress along the hem of her panties, and it made Ophelia break away from the kiss with a gasp. Harper’s mouth found Ophelia’s neck instead, kissing and sucking her way along her throat.
“Fuck, fuck,” Ohpelia moaned, pressing down further. Harper’s heart was racing, and she guided Ophelia to continue moving, feeling how she was soaking her way through her underwear.
“So fucking sexy,” Harper moaned, and Ophelia whined in response, hips jerking faster. “You’re so wet.” Harper could feel it, and it made her so aroused too, trobbing. “Keep going.”
“Ha, haaa Harper,” Ophelia moaned, and shifted. Harper could feel her own skirt hiking up, and then Ophelia’s thigh was pressing against her too. A shock of sensation rushed through her, and she jerked up.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” Harper moaned, her hips moving on their own, guiding Ophelia’s movements simultaneously. “So good, I’ve aah-” Harper could barely think. Ophelia’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark. She looked lust drunk, and it was so hot. They continued to rock together, pleasure building and building. Harper felt her fingers dig into Ophelia’s cheeks in a way which was probably bruising, but it only seemed to be spurring her on.
“Aaah,” Ophelia moaned, as her legs started trembling. Harper jerked her hips up faster, moving her fingers to push Ophelia’s panties fully out of the way. “Ah!” Ophelia exclaimed, her movements becoming jerky and erratic. Harper was so close, so fucking close with how Ophelia was rocking, slicking up her thigh.
“Fuck, close, close,” Harper gasped, and Ophelia whined again, their lips finding their way back to each other.
“Yes, yes, come, please- I- haaa,” Ophelia moaned, and Harper jerked up again, and again, and then she was coming, trembling against Ophelia’s thigh as she soaked through her underwear. Ophelia was still moving, but after a few more thrusts she was coming too, gripping onto Harper’s arms as she came. She was so beautiful, her red hair wild around her. Harper reached up to lace her fingers into it, and Ophelia instantly turned into her hand, breathing heavily. “Thank you,” Ophelia breathed, and Harper let out a snort, making Ophelia crack her eyes open, meeting Harper’s gaze.
“The pleaser was so mine,” she said, and Ophelia snorted, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips.