Chapter Text
"so if you feel it, let me know, know, know
come on now, what you waiting for, for, for
my engine's ready to explode, explode, explode
So start me up and watch me go, go, go, go"
-Rihanna
Trini beeped her black two-door car locked and crossed the semi-busy evening street. She wore black pants that clung to every inch of her skin, a dark yellow slinky tank top, and black high heels. She glanced around as she tried to acclimate herself to her surroundings. She had only been downtown one other time since moving to the city, and she wasn’t sure where she was going. She had heard about the gay club online and decided to check it out, but it was one of those more underground kinds of places, and she didn’t exactly know what she was looking for. She wandered two blocks away and still didn’t see it. She crossed another street and stopped suddenly. There were cars everywhere. Nice cars. Bright colored, dark, neon lights, and revving engines everywhere. Trini had seen enough of those movies to know what she had stumbled into. Street racing.
She knew she should turn and walk away, pretend like she hadn’t seen it, but a part of her was drawn into the scene. Fascinated. The cars lined either side of the street. Trini saw a crowd gathered on the opposite side of the street, and she found herself moving to cross it and join them. She was almost across when she walked in front of a bright pink car (a Porsche 911 Turbo, not that she could tell) with yellow jagged lines across it, and she heard someone call out.
“ Heyyy , mamacita!” It was a woman’s voice, and Trini was tempted to look, but she didn’t answer to shit like that. She kept walking. “Oh, come on, come talk to me!” Trini passed to the other side of the car and heard the car’s engine rev before another shout came from it. “Maybe you aren’t into girls, but trust me, baby, everyone’s into me!”
Trini rolled her eyes and spun on her heel to walk to the open passenger window. She leaned her hands to it and looked in at the woman behind the wheel. The very hot woman behind the wheel, who wore a deep pink dress with inch thick straps over her shoulders and seemed to end not far from her crotch. She had matching pink heels on her feet that made Trini wonder if she could actually drive in them. Her gaze returned to the woman’s face and saw she was smirking like she had just won something. That’s what she thought. “It’s not a question of if I’m into girls,” Trini said. She let her gaze openly scan over the girl in the car once again, slowly, before meeting her dark eyes again. “It’s just that I’m not into girls that shout at me like I’m an object.”
She watched the brazen woman’s smirk grow, her head tilted, and her short bob tickled her face. “Oh I know you’re not an object,” the driver said, seduction deep in her tone. She leaned across the passenger seat and trailed a finger down Trini’s arm. “You’re a grand prize.”
“ Excuse me?”
“If I win this race,” she said, nodding to the road. “I get you for a night. What do you say?”
Trini’s eyes narrowed. “Not a prize either, Princess,” she muttered. She started to stand up but paused when the woman spoke again.
“Do you think I can’t win?”
“I don’t care if you win or lose,” Trini answered. “I’m not a part of your game.” She stood up fully and turned to walk away.
“Anyone would kill to be my prize!” Trini heard shouted from behind, but she ignored it and continued walking to the other side of the street where she pushed her way into the crowd where she couldn’t be seen. She stood back and watched more cars pull up beside the pink one, and in no time they were off. Trini craned her neck and tried to see through the crowds as the cars raced down the street and could only see taillights when they stopped. An Asian-American man nearby had a walkie-talkie pressed to his ear and grinned at what he heard through it.
“Princess Kimmy wins again!” He shouted. The crowd cheered, some booed, and Trini saw people paying up debts. She pushed her way through the crowd again towards the street to go back the way she came when that pink car pulled up and stopped in front of her. The passenger window rolled down.
“Now you can see I’m a winner. What do you say?” The woman with the short hair asked, another smirk on her lips.
Trini remained unimpressed. “I say lucky shot.”
“Best two out of three? You’ll spend an hour with me?”
Trini snorted. “Win three out of three and we’ll talk about it.” She clearly didn’t think the woman had it in her, but the woman just continued to smirk at her.
“You’ve got a deal, gorgeous. Next race is in ten minutes and I’ve got some cash to collect.”
Trini wanted to tell her who she was and why she shouldn’t be telling Trini that, but the words didn’t come out. Instead she shrugged and said, “Gotta make a livin’ somehow.”
The woman grinned and gave Trini a wink. “See you soon.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Two races later, the woman was pulled up against the curb again and Trini had her arms crossed tight against her chest. “I said we’d talk about it. I didn’t agree to it.”
“Come on,” the woman said. Kimmy. Or Kim. As Trini had learned. “I won three out of three. Just spend an hour with me. You can keep your clothes on.”
“Why do you want me to so badly?”
“Honestly?” Kim asked across the car. “Because you’re the most attractive person I’ve seen at any of these things and I want a chance to talk to you.”
Trini couldn’t help it. The corner of her lips raised. “Really? You sure that isn’t just a line you use?”
“I only use lines on girls I know they’ll work on,” Kim said. “I think you’re too classy for that. Come on, get in.” And she revved the engine.
Trini couldn’t deny the thrill that passed through her. She thought about it, and wondered what she had to lose. There was something intriguing about Kim. “You promise you’re not a serial killer?”
“Cross my heart,” Kim said, doing just that. “Get in.”
Trini thought about it a little longer, then opened the side door and got in. She sat down and looked at Kim. “Don’t make me regret this, Princess.”
“You won’t regret anything when I’m through with you,” Kim promised, before speeding off down the road.
They sat in an empty parking lot blocks from where the races took place. Neither spoke. Kim sat cool and collected in the driver’s seat with a hand draped over the steering wheel. Trini sat with crossed arms staring out the windshield.
“So are you going to tell me your name?” Kim asked.
“Depends what you plan on doin’ with it,” Trini replied.
“I was hoping I’d be shouting it, but just knowing it is good, too,” Kim answered smoothly.
Trini smirked and shook her head. “You got a response to everything, huh?”
“Yeah, I do,” Kim answered, glancing over with amusement in her eyes.
Quiet for a bit, Trini eventually said, “Trini,” and left it at that.
“Trini,” Kim said slowly, trying it out on her tongue. “I like it. Trini what?”
“Do I get to know your last name?”
“No, Kim is enough.”
“Then so is Trini,” Trini said. It probably wouldn’t take more than one search to realize that Trini Gomez was to start at the police department the very next day. And Trini didn’t need Kim, an illegal street racer, to know that.
“Well, Trini, how about you tell me about yourself?”
“What do you wanna know?” Trini asked.
Kim shrugged. “Who you are. Where you come from. The usual.”
“I come from all over,” Trini said truthfully. “My family moved around a lot.”
“Where was the last place you lived?”
“You wouldn’t know it,” Trini said.
“Try me,” Kim replied.
Trini thought about it for a minute then gave in. “Angel Grove, California.”
“You’re right. I don’t know it. How long have you been in our fair city?” Kim asked.
“Three weeks,” Trini answered. “Moved for work.”
“What do you do?”
“Next question,” Trini said.
“Are you into girls?”
“Exclusively,” Trini said with a nod.
“Score a point for me,” Kim replied with a grin.
“Just because I’m into girls doesn’t mean I’m into you,” Trini said. “I don’t usually like cocky.”
“Well, sometimes people’s taste has to adjust,” Kim answered easily.
“I don’t think it’ll adjust that much.”
“You haven’t given me a chance yet,” said Kim.
“Tell me why I should. Other than the fact that you’re a winner.”
Trini looked at Kim and watched her think about it. Kim turned to her and held up a finger. “I’m great in bed.” She held up another. “I’m hilarious .” And another. “I always say what I’m thinking.” She thought for another moment and held up a fourth finger. “When I was a kid, my report cards always said I’m imaginative.”
“And is there a number five?”
Kim grinned and held up a fifth finger. “I’m not just a winner on the road. I’m a winner in bed.” Then she closed her fingers and did a fist pump.
“I think you already mentioned being great in bed.”
“Yeah, but I’m so good it’s worth being mentioned twice.”
“See, it’s that ego I can’t get on board with,” Trini said, shaking her head. “Maybe if you’d left out one and five.”
“You could give it a shot and kiss me,” Kim tried.
“I met you, like, five minutes ago,” Trini replied.
“You can’t deny this chemistry though.”
“We got you, a hornball, and me, an innocent bystander,” Trini said. “Doesn’t equal chemistry.”
Kim reached a hand to Trini’s knee. “You haven’t once tonight thought about kissing me?”
Trini looked down but didn’t remove Kim’s hand. “I’ve thought about punching you.”
“Punching...kissing...they both come from a place of passion,” Kim mused.
Trini laughed finally. “Tell ya what, tell me more about you .”
Kim shrugged. “What’s there to tell? I race my baby here on weekends and make a killing.”
“What do you do during the week?”
Kim petted the dashboard. “I make sure my baby is ready to go. I relax. I amp myself up for the weekend.”
“How do you make a living?”
Kim seemed to bristle slightly at that. “I don’t need to worry about that.”
“Must be nice,” Trini says.
“What do you do?” Kim shot back.
Trini faltered. She couldn’t tell Kim the truth, not at this rate. “I’m a librarian,” she easily lied.
“Now that’s hot,” Kim said, turning in her seat to face Trini. “Do you wear your hair in a bun and wear glasses?”
"I wear a ponytail and I wear my glasses on days my contacts are bothering me,” Trini said.
“I bet you’re hot in glasses.”
“We ain’t gettin’ that close, Princess,” Trini said, shaking her head.
“What? You think I’m a princess?” Kim raised a curious but amused brow.
“Yeah, you kinda got that air about ya. And that dude at the race was callin’ you Princess Kimmy,” Trini responded.
Trini saw Kim’s eyes narrow in thought, but she didn’t share that thought. Instead she said, “How about a treat for a sweet little kiss?” She reached over Trini’s lap and flipped the glove compartment open. She pulled out a joint. Trini rolled her eyes.
“I don’t do that shit, and you shouldn’t either if you’re gonna be driving.”
“Hot and a goodie two shoe,” Kim observed.
“I’m not…” Trini sighed. “I just do shit that affects my judgement.”
“So...you don’t drink either?” Kim asked.
“Not often,” Trini said. “If I do, I stay home. If I have a drink out, I get a ride home.”
“Don’t take this personally,” Kim said, laying a hand back on Trini’s thigh, “But you’re really boring.”
“I don’t mind bein’ boring.”
Kim replaced the joint in her glove compartment and sighed. “Don’t think I care what you think about what I do,” she said. “But it isn’t as fun when the pretty girl won’t join me.” She squeezed Trini’s thigh and Trini looked down at her hand. “You know it’s legal in Cali, right?” Kim went on, as though her hand wasn't slowly creeping higher on Trini's thigh.
“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t alter your mind. Or that it’s legal to drive impaired.” Trini picked Kim’s hand up from her leg and dropped it between them.
Kim leaned in closer, her lips close to Trini’s. “You really won’t kiss me? Even once?”
All Trini could focus on was Kim's top lip and the mole on it. Which happened to be pretty cute. She looked out her window. “You got a one track mind.”
“I have multiple tracks, but they’re all thinking dirty thoughts about you right now.”
Trini snorted and her lips curled up slightly at one corner. She shook her head and tilted her chin towards Kim so she could look at her. “What makes you think I don’t got a girl?”
“If you did, you wouldn’t be here with me,” Kim said, smirking. She drew her hand up to stroke Trini’s cheek. Trini placed a palm to Kim’s upper chest and pushed her back. Kim held up both hands in surrender. “Okay, I won’t get in your personal space unless you want me to. I mean, until .” She was still smirking that annoying smirk.
“I don’t let strangers in my personal space.” Which...was kind of a lie. She might've been known for her one night stands and lack of "real" relationships. (Well, not many anyway.)
“How do I get past the strangers level?”
“I don’t know. Guess we gotta do more than sit in a parking spot.”
“Okay!” Kim said brightly with a grin. She turned the engine over and peeled from the parking lot.
Trini caught hold of a handle and tried not to look too scared. “Where the hell we goin’?”
“My place,” Kim said.
“Already told you that’s not happenin’,” Trini said, watching the buildings go by in a blur.
“I know. But we can hang out and get to know each other better. And from the look on your face now, you’ll be a lot more comfortable out of this car.”
“Try anything and I’ll slap you.”
“That’s okay,” Kim glanced over for a second with that smirk. “I like it a little feisty.”
Trini huffed. “You just don’t stop, do ya?”
“Not when I’m trying for a grand prize.”
“And what makes you think I’m a grand prize? You don’t know me.”
Kim’s eyes were on the road again and her smirk fell. “Well…” she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. Her features went serious. “You’re the hottest person I’ve met and you’re making me work for it, so you must be.”
Trini studied Kim’s profile and the headlights bouncing off of it. She looked like she meant it. Like it wasn’t just another line. But she was still a type of person that Trini didn’t need in her life, not with her career. She shook herself out of it and looked forward. “So, uh, what about doin’ the speed limit? You’re doin’ double that right now.” She winced as Kim took a sharp, but smooth, turn.
Kim laughed. “I don’t get pulled over. I’m too fast. When I do , I get off with a warning. I can charm anyone out of a ticket.”
Not me , Trini thought. She eyed the speedometer and noticed Kim had slowed down, slightly. She swallowed and tried not to think about it. She didn’t want to sound lame by telling Kim that the speed limit is the law no matter how charming you can be. After a few more minutes Kim drove down a road littered with large houses. Not just large, but mansions. She whistled lowly. “We in the right neighborhood?” Trini asked.
“Yeah,” Kim said as she pulled in the driveway of a beautiful, obviously recently built, mansion and she parked in the center of the U. Trini looked up at the house, not sure whether to be impressed or suspicious.
“You live here alone?”
Kim whipped off her seatbelt and gave Trini a grin. “Yeah, why? Want to be my roommate?”
Trini shook her head. “I couldn’t afford to rent a closet here,” she said.
“I’m sure we can work something out,” Kim said with a sparkle in her eyes. She got out and walked around to the passenger door where Trini was still gaping, and she opened the door for her.
“Th-thanks,” Trini said, surprised by the chivalry.
“You’re welcome.” Kim shut the door and walked up to the front door of the house, swinging her keys around her finger. “Don’t be afraid,” she said, sticking the key in the door. She grinned. “I won’t try anything you don’t want me to.”
“Why do I not believe you?” Trini walked in behind Kim and raised her brows. There wasn’t much in each room, but what there was was a complete mess. “No cleaning lady?”
Kim shrugged. “What’s the point of cleaning up if I’m just going to make a mess again? This way, I know where everything is.” She pushed the door shut behind Trini, who shook her head. Her own apartment was pristine, and she didn’t understand how anyone could live this way. But it wasn’t her house, and Kim wasn’t her girlfriend. What did Trini care? “You want something to eat? Drink?” Kim led Trini into the kitchen and turned the light on. Trini was instantly amazed. It looked like a brand new deluxe kitchen, and it looked like it was never used. Except the microwave, she noticed, which needed cleaning.
“Uhh, nah, I’m good,” Trini finally said. She watched Kim pull a beer from the fridge and pop it open.
“Sure I can't tempt you?" Kim asked, waving her bottle a little. "I have juice boxes, too."
Trini frowned. "How old are you?"
"Old enough to know that juice boxes are damn good," Kim replied evenly.
"I'll pass," Trini said.
"Tell me if you change your mind,” Kim said, tossing the bottle cap onto the counter with food wrappers and more bottle caps.
“So,” Trini said, looking around still. “How long you lived here?”
“Three years,” Kim said.
“Have you...ever used the stove?” She pointed to a beautiful but dirty stove with more food trash, books, and paperwork stacked on it.
“Pfft, no,” Kim answered. “If I did I’d probably burn the whole house down.”
Trini squinted. “But...cooking is easy and a lot cheaper than...fast food,” she said, poking at an old bag from a fast food place.
“Cooking looks easy,” Kim said. “But you turn away for one second and boom! Smoke and flames.”
“In just a minute?” Trini asked, doubtfully.
“Okay...I may get distracted by other things when I try to cook. I forget anything is on the stove.”
Trini chuckled lightly. “You do know you got a top of the line stove there, right?”
“Well, sure. I have to have the best,” Kim said with a grin. She sipped her beer and walked into the living room and Trini followed. There was a large sectional couch that could probably seat 14 and the biggest TV Trini had ever seen.
“Niiice,” she said, nodding.
“The best,” Kim said, plopping down on the couch. There were clothes and bags and trash all over the couch except for where Kim sat. She leaned over and cleared a spot next to her and patted it. “You have to hear my surround sound.”
“Okay…” Trini tiptoed around more clothes and trash on the floor and squeezed in close to Kim. Surely, she had meant Trini to do so. Which was confirmed when Kim yawned big and stretched her arm and dropped it behind Trini’s back across the couch. Trini rolled her eyes. “Yeah, real subtle.”
Kim beamed at herself and hit the remote. “You want to see this baby or what?” She switched to a movie channel and Speed was playing. “Oh, I love this one!” Kim put the remote down and picked up her beer bottle. Trini was gaping slightly. The screen was huge and the sound was like being in a movie theater. Kim leaned in close to Trini’s ear and said, “Like that? You should see the size of my bed.”
“Couch is fine,” Trini assured her.
“I know. This boy is big and comfortable. You could have sex on it and not even realize it’s only a couch.”
“You don’t need to show me that part.”
“I’ll just wait until you’re begging for it,” Kim said with a shrug, eyes not moving from the screen. Trini just rolled her eyes again. Trini really tried to get into the movie, but the mess around her was calling to her. She was dying to clean it up. She had to grasp her hands in her lap in fear they’d do it on their own.
Trini waited twenty minutes or so before saying, “I should get back to my car. I need a little sleep before work.” Kim pouted. Trini hated pouting, but on Kim...it was annoyingly cute. And possibly harder to ignore than any other. Not that she’d let Kim know.
“Aww, not yet,” Kim begged. “I wanted to show you my pool, maybe go for a swim?”
“You know I don’t have a suit,” she said. “And no way will your suits fit me. Because we’re shaped differently,” she quickly added so that Kim wouldn’t take offense.
“That’s what skinny dipping is for,” Kim replied. “Come on, it’s just us girls.”
“Because you haven’t been tryin’ to get me naked all night? No thanks.”
“I’ll be on my best behavior,” Kim said, doing some kind of salute that Trini could only assume was supposed to be a Girl Scout salute.
“So this isn’t some elaborate plan to get up in this?” Trini asked, pointing to herself.
“No,” Kim said, sounding very convincing. “If I wanted to try and get up in that I’d work my real moves.”
Trini chewed her lip. It still felt like a move, like a scheme, but it had been a rather warm evening, and she hadn’t been in a decent pool in months. “You gonna close your eyes while I get in and not pull any moves when we’re in there?”
“ Promise .”
Trini thought about it a bit longer. She did want to be more spontaneous. She’d been meaning to be spontaneous for a while. And who was she kidding? Kim might be annoying with her bravado and lines, but she was really hot. And nothing had to happen. Maybe she could trust Kim. ...no, not yet. But it could be a start. Mind made up, she stood up. “You got clean towels?”
“Yesss,” Kim cheered, holding her fists up. She quickly downed her beer and put the bottle on the coffee table, without a coaster Trini noticed with a flinch. Kim jumped up and ran off down a darkened hallway, then she returned with two unfolded towels. “They’re clean,” she promised, smelling one. “I just don’t bother folding anything.”
Trini wanted to cringe, but she managed not to. She took a towel and shrugged. “Lead the way.”
Kim pulled open the sliding glass door and Trini stepped out into the evening. The pool was huge and glittering. It was lit up with lights and the surface was rippling slightly from the wind in the air. Kim immediately began stripping as though being timed. Trini moved more slowly. She took off her top and folded it to set on a chair, leaving her in one of her ‘to impress’ black bras, then sat down to carefully remove her shoes and set them on the ground neatly. She stood up and felt Kim’s eyes on her as she unbuttoned her pants and eased them off. She folded those too. She cut a look to the other woman.
“You aren’t supposed to be watching.”
Kim grinned. “You’re not naked yet.”
Trini looked down at herself. Her black thong matched her bra, and she was feeling a little queasy at the thought of taking them off. She glanced up at Kim. “I’ll just go like this.”
“You realize you’re totally dressed like you expected someone to see?”
Trini narrowed her eyes. “What? I can’t have game, too?” Then she realized Kim was completely naked. With a small gulp she made her gaze stay on Kim’s eyes.
Kim held her hands out. “You can look. I’m not ashamed.”
That prickled something in Trini and she looked away. “I’m not ashamed. Just don’t want you thinkin’ this is already goin’ somewhere.”
“Oh trust me, Trini,” Kim said confidently. “It already is.” Then she leapt and took a perfect dive into the deep end. Trini couldn’t help but stare in awe at Kim’s form. Both in terms of her body, and her diving.
When she saw Kim start to surface, Trini walked calmly over to the stairs and stepped in until she stood on the pool floor. It felt really good. Her eyes flickered towards Kim and saw her treading water and grinning at her. “What?” Trini asked, annoyed by whatever that grin meant.
“Not afraid to come deeper, are you?”
“I do know how to swim, “ Trini informed her. But staying half the length of a pool from a naked Kim was probably a good idea.
“Is it because you can’t stand out here?”
“You’re not that much taller than me,” Trini said.
“Maybe,” Kim said. “But I was on my high school swim team. Captain, actually.”
“Good for you,” Trini drawled.
“What did you do in high school?”
“Kept my head down so I was unseen, got good grades.” Trini omitted the breaking into private areas to blare her heavy metal and do tai chi to cool off from being at home. And venturing into exploring her sexuality.
“Hard to believe you could keep your head down and not be seen,” Kim said.
“What’s that mean?”
Kim shook her head slowly with a disbelieving smile. “Do you know how many heads turn when you walk by? I saw. Guys, girls, they all want a piece of that.”
Trini felt a shiver run down her back. “I thought that was you,” she said.
“So we both do,” Kim shrugged. “Can you seriously tell me you don’t know how hot you are?”
Trini looked down. She didn’t know what to say. She knew it was never hard to pick up a girl, and even more tried hitting on her, but she had always thought she was...slightly more than average. Any swagger and charm were a means to an end. Something she had perfected over the years to get what she wanted. But by Kim’s words through the night, she thought Trini was some supreme being. Or...said so at least. That’s all they were in the end, right? Words? Trini finally pushed it all away and shrugged in return. “I know how to work what I got.”
Kim swam towards Trini and Trini backed up to the wall. Kim stopped a respectful length from her and that wicked gleam in her eyes was gone. She looked at Trini with a serious gaze, though her lips were tipped up in a smile. A kind of soft...pure smile. “Trini,” she said quietly. “You’re gorgeous. Seriously.”
It wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard before, and from some girl she’d never see again, she loved it. But something pierced her the wrong way hearing Kim say it. Like...she didn’t know if Kim was being real or playing her. Lifting her chin Trini gave a single nod. “Yeah, I know,” she said with all the confidence she could pull together.
“And I’m hot, too?” Kim asked, cracking a grin and breaking the mood.
Trini snorted. “Yeah, you’re a’ight.” Kim beamed. “We’re still not havin’ sex.”
Kim held up her hands. “Hey, I promised no moves.”
“Tellin’ me I’m gorgeous isn’t a move?”
“No, that’s stating a fact,” Kim said simply. “Like...if I said you have the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen...fact.”
Trini leaned back to the wall, her lips turning up in one corner. “I think you’re just itchin’ for me to compliment you back.”
Kim’s eyes widened. “Well I wouldn’t say no.”
Trini nodded and stared at Kim for a while. She bypassed all the obvious ones that Kim didn’t need ego-inflation on and finally settled on, “You’re...definitely a character.”
Kim frowned. “Is that good or bad?”
“I...haven’t figured that out yet,” Trini said softly. She tried to ignore the fact that Kim had floated closer. Within arms reach.
“Will you tell me when you do?” Kim asked in the same soft tone.
“I’ll probably never see you again,” Trini admitted. “All that...ain’t really my scene.”
Kim’s hands settled to the wall over either of Trini’s shoulders and Trini tensed slightly. “Well, if you figure it out...you know where I live.”
And that was the moment Trini knew she should duck out of the way. But she couldn’t. She felt a...magnetic force between Kim’s body and her own, but keeping to her word, Kim didn’t try to move closer. She just looked at Trini as though she knew something and was just waiting for Trini to catch up, and Trini looked down. The silence between them echoed loudly in Trini’s ears. The nearness of Kim’s body, her naked body, only seemed to get warmer.
After awhile Kim said gently, “Okay.” She started to push back from Trini, and in a moment Trini’s brain disconnected from her body and she shot her hand out to grab Kim’s wrist and pulled the woman against herself. And Trini kissed her. Kim’s hands went back to the wall and her body pressed Trini’s back to it. Immediately, their kiss was fast and hard. Trini’s hands fell to Kim’s bare hips and Trini felt cracks of fire alighting inside of her over and over again. Heat surged down her body as she felt one of Kim’s hands move to tangle in Trini’s hair. Trini held tighter to Kim’s hips and spun her so Kim’s back was to the wall instead. They paused at random, breathing hard, gasping for air, before surging back together. Kim’s free hand slid down Trini’s back and wrapped around the curve of her ass and pulled Trini’s waist tighter against her own. Trini dug her nails into Kim’s bear ass and swallowed Kim’s groan as they began to rock together. They both moaned at the friction and a few beats later Kim reached a finger into the hip of Trini’s thong with clear intention.
And it was then, feeling the cool water on her hip, that Trini’s brain returned to her. She yanked away in a snap and readjusted the thong. She was panting hard and looked at Kim. Kim’s eyes were darker than before, her lips swollen, and she stared back at Trini like she was begging her not to give in to her thoughts, but Trini had to. This couldn’t be her life, Kim couldn’t be in her life, and pretending otherwise was just a stupid, stupid mistake.
“I said no ,” Trini gasped.
Those three words seemed to snap Kim out of her haze. “But..you kissed me?” Kim said in a confused tone. “I thought you were...into it.”
Trini shook her head, already burrowing deep into denial. “I wasn’t ,” she lied. “You tried to reel me in all night and I fell right in it.” She swam to the steps and got out to wrap her towel around herself.
Kim glared up at her from the pool. “Don’t put this all on me! Fuck, you make it sound like I forced you into something.”
Trini still shook her head and pulled her clothes back on. “That was all you wanted from me and I actually almost…” She shook her head.
“You know?” Kim snapped, staring up at her. “Fuck you. You made the move first. You were humping me . Maybe my hand got ahead of itself, but don’t tell me you didn’t you want that too.”
“I can’t ,” Trini said sharply. “I can’t want that and you-you played with my head!”
Kim was suddenly out of the water pulling her towel on. “I played with your head?! Jesus fuck , Trini. You.. Then just go! If you can’t-...” she shook her head.
“Me what? Can’t what?” Trini growled, shoving her feet into her shoes.
“Forget it,” Kim laughed darkly, shaking her head. “Just blame me, the sexual predator. Whatever. Go.”
“I’m going!” Trini wrenched the sliding door open, found her purse, and walked out the front door. She made sure to slam it shut as she left, and she took out her phone to bring up a rideshare. She had known the whole night was wrong, and she proved herself right. Kim could never, in any way, be a part of her life. Not even for one night. Despite the warm air of the evening, Trini was shivering. Not because she was cold, no. Because she could still feel Kim’s mouth on hers, Kim’s hands on her, Kim’s hips rocking into her, and the aching desire to have her right there. “Never again,” Trini whispered to herself. “Never see her again.” Because Kim wasn’t just any girl. Kim...everything about Kim...was danger.