Wires Crossed

Aria and Jill are supposed to be studying, tossing questions back and forth, but Jill’s got other plans. She tosses her feet onto Aria’s lap and grins. Aria freezes, cheeks pink, then just gives in and starts rubbing those bare soles while she mumbles answers. Her hands keep drifting—calf, knee, then a lazy slide up Jill’s thigh—squeezing like she can’t help herself. Jill watches, biting her lip, getting wet from every absent-minded stroke. When the silence stretches, Jill leans in and plants a quick kiss. Aria jerks back, wide-eyed. Jill smirks, tells her the signals were loud and clear. Aria admits she’s been horny as hell and didn’t mean anything by it, but Jill’s already sliding closer. The next kiss lands soft and slow, and Aria stops fighting it. Study time’s over; they’re done pretending they don’t want this.