“Uh, Nicky? You wanna not drive so reckless? Some of us are trying to make out here.”
Nicky… Or Monique simply ignored the complaints of the two passengers in the backseat of her car. In fact, when both offered to come with her to… Wherever she was going, she found it confusing at first, but it may have been helpful for them to tag along with her, so she obliged. Of course, she didn't expect for those two happy little lovebirds to be swapping excess amounts of saliva, among other things in the cramped space that was the back of her sedan. She had to take the good and the bad when it came to these two, in which Shego & Kim had a lot of… both for that matter.
A loud moan eminating from the backseat prompted the student to slam the brakes. The car came to a full stop. Shame neither Kim nor Shego were wearing their safety belts.
“What the hell?” The pale-skinned woman protested.
“What the hell are you two doing back there?”
“Wouldn't you like to know?”
“Can't you two keep your hands off of each other for ten minutes?”
“No.” Both of them said. “Jinx. You owe me a soda!”
Monique shook her head, something that she's been doing a lot of in the company of these two. If they were any closer, they'd be sisters… or… joined at the hip… or the same person. If they were the same person, what would their name be?
'Kigo?' Nah… that sounds kinda silly…
As she turned at the next intersection, her thoughts went from the rambunctious duo in the back to Bonnie. She had been driving the better part of twenty minutes, and she hadn't picked up a single trail on the brunette. How could she? She didn't give any hints to where she was going, so how in the heck was she supposed to find her? She had a flashback to what the brunette in question said to here almost an hour and a half ago.
'Don't wait up.'
The one time she was actually supposed to listen to Rockwaller, and does she do? The complete opposite. The dark-skinned girl cursed this recent run of foolish spontaneity. Doing things spur-of-the-moment like this wasn't like her at all. First, she thinks that she'll make Bonnie recognize her by planting one her lips, the incident some days back, and now this. Since when was Monique Mitchell this impulsive? Maybe it was time to quit while she was behind this time around.
“Hey, Monique?”
“Shhh,” Shego whispered. “I think Nicky finally realized that finding this girl is like finding a needle in a haystack.”
Monique didn't bother to react to the ex-con's jab. She was spot on with her observation and she knew it.
“You didn't let me finish,” The redhead said to her girlfriend. “I was trying to say that I thought I saw Bonnie's car a couple of blocks back.”
For about the third time in the past half hour, the car came to a screeching halt, catapulting two passengers just about through the front seats of the sedan. Before either of them could gather any orientation, the car made a 180-degree turn, throwing Kim and Shego to the left side of the vehicle…
If anyone asked, it was their own faults for not learning from dummies and not buckling their safety belts.
“On edge much?” The pale-skinned woman asked testily. The transfer student didn't answer, she proceeded to plant her foot on the gas, which once again sent the riders in the back careening to the back end of the vehicle. A couple of blocks later, Mo slowed down just a bit to see if her friend's ascertainment was correct. A cherry-red sports coupe; That was Bonnie's alright. She took a gaze past the vehicle to see what building the car was parked in front of. She couldn't make it out totally, but whatever it was, therewas quite a line, stemming from the entrance to about a quarter of the way down the block.
Her brown eyes almost lit up as she looked above… A neon sign that read “Club Tension.”
Excellent.
She turned to her two associates, a mischievous grin painted on her face.
“Sooo… Who's up for some clubbing?”
He had to face him sometime… and he knew that in facing him, he had to face them. What a dilemma it was to find out these things by happenstance. Then again, it's not like this was the first time that the blond had seen something that he shouldn't have. He had to make note to himself when a potentially awkward situation presented itself next time around, he should opt to mind his own damn business. It was starting to become almost commonplace nowadays. Ron walks in on couple; Ron gets shocked; Ron backs out of the room, the house, the apartment, the streets…
The blond shook his head once again. After taking a single deep breath, he knocked audibly on his roommate's door.
“Yeah?” The voice of Josh asked from the other side of the door.
“It's me, Ron. I need to rap to you for a quick second.”
'Rap?' Where did Ron pick up such lingo from anyway? Before he could answer his own question, the door opened, and his companion of a couple of years ushered him in.
“So, what's up?”
Ron paused… How was he going to put this?
Josh saw the growing tension in the blond's face. He had a pretty firm idea of what Ron was going to talk to him about.
“Let me guess… Saw something you shouldn't have?”
Ron's eyes went wide. He must've been an open book to everyone around him or something… He massaged his neck nervously and gave a slight nod.
“It's no big, Ron.” Josh said simply.
“It isn't? But… You a-and Felix are… and I…”
“Like I said, No big…”
“For all you knew I could've told…”
“But you didn't.”
“Well, I could've…”
“But you wouldn't have.”
How could Josh be so sure of himself?
“How do you know?”
“Because you know that what I do in my own time is my own business and no one elses,” He said bluntly."I mean, who cares? It's not like what I do has any effect on anyone else.”
The younger blond nodded solemnly. Josh was making a lot of sense at this point. Typical of an artist to be all philosophical like this.
“Besides, I know you wouldn't have dropped a dime on me and Felix like that, and I know why,” The artist said slyly.
Ron shook his head almost knowingly… This had better not be another spiel on the power of friendship and all that garbage. He heard the same sermon from Kim almost two years back. That still didn't take the sting out of being unceremoniously dumped in favor of Shego of all people. When was he going to be able to get over that?
“Really, then why?”
“Because before Felix and I hooked up, guess who he had a crush on?”
Oh… No.
Ron backed out of the room, once again, aghast at even the thought of it. Felix and himself were tight, but dayamn…
After watching the halfwitted blond backpedal out of the apartment once again, Josh shook his head. In reality, he was going to say Ned, but the insinuation gag served it's purpose well. Besides, Felix would have pretty sour taste to have a crush on Stoppable.
'Sour taste?'
The artist chuckled to himself as he shut his door to return to his work.
The High Tension Scene…
The establishment may have been called “Club Tension,” but it certainly didn't describe the atmosphere inside this three-story buidling. Loud music played on and on without interruptions, patrons were dancing and grooving from wall to wall. And if they weren't dancing, they were at the bar, drinking the world away. Monique surveyed the large dance floor… Packed… nota wallflower to be found. She had hoped that she didn't take too long line, after all, it did take about ten minutes and about fifty bucks to get herself, Kim, and Shego in.
It was almost amazing how much funds were being frittered away trying to keep up with Bonnie. Monique winced as she found her wallet to be… quite light. First, taking her out shopping, and now this… Heck, usually, she didn't spent this much money on herself, which meant something had to be clarified between herself and the brown-haired girl, and it had to be done soon.
Her bank account depended on it.
The strobing lights made it difficult tomake outobjects, much less people for that matter, as Monique kept bumping into people. Once she got in with Kim & Shego, she suggested that they fan out to look for Bonnie, but the transfer student suspected that both heroine and ex-con ignored her and left to their own devices.
If she was going to spot Rockwaller here, what exactly was she going to say to her?
She admitted to herself thatthis spur-of-the-moment affair wasn't exactly the best thought out of plans, but she figured that she would cross the bridge when she got there.
The music came to a stop and the lights turned back on, allowing Monique to continue her search. It was still difficult to manuever through the building as the floor was absolutely packed. The last thing the dark-skinned girl wanted to make it look as though she was some kind of a jilted stalker…
…though she was, in a way.
Bonnie gazed a long, meaningless stare at the glass of strawberry wine cooler that was in front of her. The night wasn't a total loss. She danced a little bit. She talked a little bit, and she drank a little bit. It had been a couple of hours, but for the most part, her mind still wasn't totally off of Monique. It was a shame, really. She probably would've had a nice time had she not been so damn distracted. The brunette closed her eyes momentarily… How could she be so hung up on anyone like this? This never happened to her before. What made Mitchell of all people different from everyone else?
She took a halfhearted sip of her drink. That was just it… This must've been in her mind. She probably only thought that the black-haired girl was different. What with the way she talked to her, the way she acted, and the way she was so damn sure of herself… It was the almost copy of how she carried herself… and it was more intriguing than anything else. But in reality, Monique wasn't really different… She was just like everyone else. Then again, she had also thought she had a good idea of what was going on between herself and the aforementioned transfer student, when in reality…
She took another uninspired sip from her glass… This was way too stressful for her liking. She wondered how the night might have gone if Mitchell accepted her offer a couple of hours back.
The ex-cheerleader glanced at her wristwatch, which read 11:20P.M. It was a Saturday Night… there was no reason to turn in early. But then again, she was getting a bit tired. With a weary sigh, she got up from the barstool to make her way out. As fast as she got up, thoughh, she stopped. She could have sworn she felt a tap at her shoulder. Bonnie rolled her eyes… That had better not have been some loser asking for one more dance.
When she turned around, she realized it was the exact opposite.
“Monique?” She said, not using her inside voice at all. “What the hell?”
The dark-skinned girl smirked at her. “Happy to see you too.”
“What are you doing here?” She asked, placing her hands on her curvaceous hips. Monique knew that was either going to be the first or second question that she was going to ask, and if there was any time to be spontaneous about this, now was the time.
“What?” Monique asked, her movement mimicking her roomate's. “College girl can't get her dance on.”
The tanned young woman was not buying this.
“OK,” She paused. “So you're a stalker now, hm?”
“Me, stalk you? Now you're delusional, girl.”
That remark alone would've probably set off more stars and fireworks than the Fourth of July parade would have cared to have. The brunette almost felt the heat rise up within her. But she ignored it… There was absolutely no way that she was going to get baited into a public dust-up… Not again anyway. With a 'harumph,' she turned her back and began to ascend the stairs.
“Leaving so soon?” Asked Monique from behind her. “Night's still young… Wanna dance?”
“Me, dance with you? Now who's delusion?” A sneering Bonnie mocked.
“Not me,” Her roommate replied. “I'm just trying to have a good time.”
“Whatever,” The tanned girl retorted nonchalantly. She turned her back as Monique strolled back to the bar. She wanted to leave, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to leave at this very moment. It was even a wonder how that girl turned up here in the first place… in hopes of having a good time. It was the same thing that she was trying to do.
Hell… Why not? Why be more miserable than she was now.
Bonnie sidled back to Monique.
“Alright, one dance,” The brunette said firmly. “And if you try anythi--”
“Whoa, Bon-Bon. It's not like I'm going to bite,” Monique said defensively.
“Unless I want you to, right?” The former cheerleader flirtatiously asked with a wink.
That girl was so darn flirtatious… Even when she wasn't trying, the chocolate-skinned beauty thought with a shrug.
“You coming or what?” Asked Bonnie, who was already on the dance floor. Monique joined her seconds after. The twosome began dancing face-to-face, trying to feel each other in the early going. An upbeat dance record blared over the club's PA System.
This wasn't so bad, Bonnie thought. Heck, it was almost tolerable.
“Try to keep up,” She said teasingly to her dance partner. Monique didn't say anything, she simply tried to match the pace, which was admittedly difficult. Who knew they Rockwaller knew how to dance so well. As the addictive music faded, both Monique & Bonnie retired back to the bar.
“You're pretty good,” The former fashion store clerk said, a twinge of exhaustion in her voice.
“I'm not just good,” The brunette said. “I'm the--”
Bonnie stopped in mid-sentence as a new song played over the loudspeakers.
The former cheerleader held her breath for a moment. She hadn't this song in a long time… and it was one of her favorites. Almost in a trance, she reached over and grabbed her roomate's hand.
Monique was a tad surprised. She figured that Bonnie really liked this song. She allowed herself to be led by the brunette. Heck, one more dance wasn't going to hurt, right?
She narrowed her eyes a bit though. Her hand was still clasped in Bonnie's. And the way that the brunette was almost staring at her, she didn't look like she was going to let go anytime soon.
I don't know what you're looking for
You haven't found it baby, that's for sure
You rip me up and spread me all around
In the dust of the deed of time
Bonnie led Monique's hand to her waist and kept it there. At the drop of a dime, she turned around and began moving back and forth, gyrating against her roommate. The dark-skinned girl tried to keep up once again, but it was getting even more difficult. Perhaps it may have been because she wasn't quite focused on dancing at this point in time. She was focused, however, on the girl who was inches away from her, and the people staring intently who were gradually gathering around them.
'It was just a dance,' She said subconsciously.
Was she really believing that?
And this is not a case of lust, you see
It's not a matter of you versus of me
It's fine the way you want me on your own
But in the end it's always me alone
There was something about this song that the former cheerleader loved. It reminded her of many relationships past, and maybe even present.
Whatever happened with herself and Monique last week was certainly happening right now. One way or another, she was going to find out more about this attraction that she had to Mitchell, and likewise, and she was going to find out tonight. Her thoughts were impeded when she felt something brush against her back. It was Monique… her left hand now rested on the front side of the brunette's waist.
She nearly gasped when she felt Monique's entire body press against her's.
And I'm losing my favourite game
You're losing your mind again
I'm losing my baby
Losing my favourite game…
In the daring move, the transfer student could've sworn she heard a low whine come from her partner. Any other time, this would have been a bit much for her, but this night, she found the low murmur encouraging. Gathering even more boldness than before, she rested her chin on the right side of the brunette's shoulder, which illicited another approving moan.
Sitting inches away from the other girl's neck, the black-haired girl inhaled her roommate's scent. Her aroma was overpowering. It made her want to go even further than she did already. But she had gone far enough, didn't she?
An arm other than her's rested on the back of her neck. Maybe she hadn't.
I only know what I've been working for
Another you so I could love you more
I really thought that I could take you there
But my experiment is not getting us anywhere
At this point, she really didn't care who was doing this to her. All that Bonnie knew right now was that it felt really good.
She didn't care that practically everyone was in the club was crowding around them, it made it all the more exciting. She was losing herself on the dance, and she seriously didn't care.
Their bodies were now in total sync. Their latent attraction to each other was pretty much on display for everyone to see. Heat radiated through the brunette as she felt Monique's able hands travel up her body.
There was no stopping either one, and neither one cared.
I had a vision I could turn you right
Astupid mission and a lethal fight
I should have seen it when my hope was new
My heart is black and my body is blue
It was all a blur to the dark-skinned girl. It was onlyten orfifteenminutes ago that she suggested that she and Bonnie dance, and somehow, it all escalated into this.
Was she sorry about it?
What do you think?
It was all so unpredictable that way… The alluring brunette was just about putty in her hands and Monique was loving the fact that she was. She licked her lips as she set her chocolate-brown eyes on the base of the brunette's neck. It looked good… Now, how would it taste?
Her hands went past the brunette's ribs, and they were threatening to go higher. Her lips were inches away from their target. Then, she just stopped.
Bonnie had turned around to face her. Both seemed to freeze as their eyes locked into each other's. Was this going to be a repeat of what happened last week?
And I'm losing my favourite game
You're losing your mind again
I'm losing my favourite game
've tried but you're still the same
I'm losing my baby
You're losing a saviour and a saint…
No.
In almost an instant, the brunette pressed her lips against the black-haired girl. Monique kissed back ardently. Whatever it was that drew these roommate's together, it was doing it's work… In spades.
They continued the embrace, much to the adulation of the spectators that formed a circle around them. In the front, two certain spectators looked on with vested interest.
“Kimmie, I think we've got something here,” Shego said to the nodding redhead. Both watched as both Bonnie & Monique continued to to kiss, regardless of the probing onlookers.
“For the first time tonight, I think I agree with you.”
End of Chapter Seven
Late… Later… Latent… I know already.
Either way, stand watch for Chapter Eight. For all intensive purposes… That's gonna be the final chapter. And you know what that means…
Lemon! Yessss…
Ahem…
S-Chrome