The sound of the shower running could be heard throughout the apartment. Alice always left the door wide open, an open invitation to join her left unanswered this evening.

Clover sat in front of their shared vanity, braiding her hair in preparation for bed, when her eyes were drawn to Alice’s overflowing jewellery box. The blue scarab in the middle of her necklace gleamed in the warm light of the lamp on the windowsill next to it.

She picked it up, the necklace heavy in her hands.

Not really thinking about what she was doing, she let the necklace fall around her neck, the metal cold against her skin. She shuddered, then looked up at her reflection.

It didn’t look quite right.

She took it off again so she could pull her nightgown off more easily. Putting the necklace back on, she scrutinised her reflection in the mirror.

She was left in nothing but her underwear, the necklace covering her nipples, though it fell differently than when Alice wore it. She ran her fingers along the smooth metal, a smile making its way on her lips. It had taken her a while to get used to her own costume (it was cute, but she hadn’t been used to showing quite so much skin way back then), and she had admired the confidence Alice wore hers with. It had helped her grow confident in her own.

She didn’t notice that the shower had been turned off until she felt fingertips run along the back of her neck, and she yelped in surprise.

“Alice!”

Her skin grew hot as she felt the hand move down her back, the other moving around her to trace the skin right along the edge of the necklace.

“Couldn’t help yourself, hm?” Alice's voice was amused, her fingers continuing to map out her bare skin. Moving into the space between her breasts.

“Turn around for me.”

Clover turned around on the plush stool, looking up into Alice’s eyes. Alice was naked, her hair damp. She followed the path of a drop of water making its way down her chest. It dripped off her chest, landing on Clover’s thigh, where it continued down its side, until it finally landed on the floor.

Alice moved her leg forward, pressing her knee between her thighs. Clover’s eyes snapped back up as Alice’s hand lifted her chin, and she looked deep into her eyes as she bent down, pressing her lips to Clover’s.

Eyes slipping shut, Clover rested one of her hands on Alice’s hip, the other at the crook of her knee to pull it closer. She could feel Alice’s smirk on her lips.

Alice’s hand pushed against her shoulder, making her brace herself against the vanity as the kiss was broken. Clover looked up at her, lips parted, wet from the kiss.

She tasted like toothpaste.

Alice removed her knee, Clover unable to stifle a disappointed sigh. But she was fast to kneel in front of her, pushing her underwear to the side.

Clover bit her lip, a low groan escaping her as Alice’s tongue found her clit. Gently sucking, she made Clover’s back arch. One hand ran up her body, cupping her breast, feeling the soft skin against her still shower-warm fingers.

Clover felt Alice’s tongue and lips work against her hot cunt, and she knew she would have to change her underwear before they went to bed.

Alice’s fingers pinched her nipple hard, making her gasp, her fingers gripping the edge of the vanity tightly. “A-Alice-”

She moaned Alice’s name, toes curling at the feeling of Alice’s mouth on her cunt. She could feel herself squeezing around Alice’s tongue, making her face nearly match her hair in shade.

Alice dragged the nails down her stomach, making her groan, toes pressing into the floor as she felt herself shiver. That might be visible in the morning, but she wasn’t sure she really cared.

With Alice’s lips on her, her tongue in her, she came with a loud moan, the intensity of it leaving her shivering. Alice kissed her way down her thigh as she helped her out of her underwear.

“Keep that on,” she told Clover, running her fingertips along the ring hanging low on her chest. She hooked a finger in the loop of it, making Clover stumble up onto shaking legs to let her pull her along.

Alice pushed her onto the bed, moving onto her hands and knees to hover above her. Clearly, she wasn’t ready to call it a night quite yet.

“Don’t we have to be up at five…?”

Alice gave her a coy smile. “I guess we’ll have to be quick then.”

Clover’s heart skipped a beat in excitement as Alice bent down to kiss her again. Her arms wrapped around her as Alice’s fingers tangled in her braided hair, sure to undo it before the night was over.

Clover smiled into the kiss, her answer muffled by Alice’s soft lips.

“Mhm… Real… real quick…”

They both knew that they were lying.

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