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I Put A Spell On You (Because You’re Mine) [1/11]

Summary: Denali is in love with her very much straight best friend, but a break up later and one drunken night together changes everything.

Note: It's a little spicier than what I've been writing, but I hope you'll enjoy it all the same. (:

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It had started with a tumble through the sheets one night.

Rosé had found out that her boyfriend of four years had been cheating on her for the past few months, having discovered his infidelity when she found him in their bed with his so called “work wife”. She had promptly moved out of their shared apartment, blocked all means of communication with him, and moved in with her best friend.

She had been lucky that Denali’s roommate had moved out weeks before, and that there was a now vacant bedroom for her to occupy while she tried to mend her broken heart. Rosé had spent the next few days in tears on the couch, watching reruns of Project Runway with Denali and eating her weight in Ben and Jerry’s. The younger girl had stayed by her side the entire time, cussing out her now ex with her when she was angry and holding her whenever she broke down into tears.

There was no one else Rosé would rather be with than Denali when she was feeling so broken and betrayed.

And then one night, Denali had managed to lure her out of the four walls of their shared apartment and to the opening of a new club, with promises of drinks, good music and dancing.

What they both hadn’t expected was to fall into bed together hours later.

They had returned home from the club well after midnight, buzzed and giggly from all the alcohol that they’d consumed. Denali had dragged a slightly more intoxicated Rosé to the couch and left her there as she went to fetch them both some water. The older one leaned back on the couch, a loopy smile on her face and was humming random snatches of song as she counted the faint cracks in the ceiling.

It felt so good to finally get out of the house and let loose, no longer cooped up inside pining after a lost love. She was finally making peace with the fact that her relationship was as good as gone, and that the man she had once loved was as good as dead to her.

“Here you go Rosie, water’s going do us a lot of good right about now.” Rosé looked up and saw Denali had returned, slightly swaying with a soft smile on her face, an open bottle of water in her hand. Taking it from her, the older girl drank thirstily from it, closing her eyes as she savoured the sweet taste of it washing away any last traces of bitter alcohol from her mouth. Opening her eyes, she watched as Denali untied her high ponytail and tossed the band to the side, shaking her hair loose and letting it fall around her, and suddenly Rosé felt her mouth go dry.

She blinked, entranced. She took in Denali’s form, from the red corset that hugged her ample chest to how the black pants stretched around her wide hips. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system, but Rosé couldn’t stop staring at her, Denali’s feminine curves matched by the lightly toned muscles of her body, the waves of black hair, her warm brown eyes and soft kissable lips. They had known each other for so long, but for some reason, it felt as if this was the first time Rosé was really looking at her.

Denali was beautiful.

The girl in question threw her hair back and sat down at the other end of the couch, fanning herself in an attempt to cool down her heated skin. Looking over and clocking her, she reached for the bottle of water, but Rosé pulled it back playfully with a tipsy grin. Denali whined at her, causing Rosé to squirm as heat shot through her body at the sound.

“Come on, I’m thirsty.”

“Say please.” Denali rolled her eyes, but played along, clasping her hands beneath her chin and widening her eyes, pouting with a tilt of her head. “Pretty please, Rosie?”

Rosé stared at the younger girl for a beat, the heat in her middle spreading further down. She nodded numbly, poured some water in her mouth from the bottle as she stared at Denali’s full bottom lip, and set it on the coffee table. Before the other girl could say anything more, Rosé surged forward and latched her mouth onto Denali’s, giving her the water she had asked for, tongue sliding deliciously against hers a second after. Pulling away, she took in Denali’s dazed expression and wiped a stray drop from the corner of her mouth with her thumb.

“Was that enough for you, baby?”

Blinking for a moment, Denali bit her lip as she looked dazedly at her and slowly shook her head. Rosé smirked and retrieved the bottle of water, taking another swig. Setting the bottle aside again, she pushed Denali down on the couch and caged her with her arms. Taking in her blown pupils and the heavy rise and fall of her chest, Rosé leaned down and fed the water to Denali with her mouth. The moan that resounded from the girl beneath her went straight to her core, and once the water was gone, she deepened the kiss, one hand moving to cup her cheek. The sweet intoxicating scent of Denali surrounded her, the wet glide of their tongues, the press of the younger’s curves against her own causing her to groan as she started to grind against Denali’s thigh. The longer they kissed, the more desperate Rosé got, her hands moving to unlace Denali’s corset, tugging it off of her.

Sitting up and looking down, she admired how Denali’s cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, swollen lips slightly parted as she looked back up at Rosé before Denali registered that she was now topless. She tried to cover herself up with her hands but was stopped when Rosé grabbed her by the wrists and pressed them down, transfixed as she took in the breathtaking sight before her.

“Don’t hide from me, you’re beautiful.”

Denali gasped, blushing an even deeper red at her words. Rosé bent down, pressing a chaste kiss to the middle of her chest. Letting go of her wrists, Rosé moved to cup Denali’s breasts, thumbing both pink peaks as she peppered her chest with kisses, before finally pulling her right nipple into her mouth and sucking. Squealing, Denali gripped Rosé by the shoulders, unsure whether to push her away or to pull her closer, trembling as the older girl continued to suckle. Rosé pulled away with a soft pop before moving on to the other side, giving both mounds equal attention. She just couldn’t get enough and continued to suck bruises on Denali’s skin, soothing each one with her tongue as she marked her. Denali was a panting mess by the time Rosé was satisfied, admiring the constellation of love bites she’d left across Denali’s chest and a few stray ones up to her jaw. Rosé pressed a finger against a particularly dark bruise beneath her right collarbone and Denali hissed at the dull pain, squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to relieve her arousal. Her hips bucked up against Rosé’s with a whimper, too far gone from the onslaught of sensations to control her body anymore.

With barely a second thought, Rosé picked the other girl up, pulling Denali’s legs to wrap around her waist as she moved them to her bedroom.

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The sun light peeked through the blinds, highlighting the dust that floated around the room and casting a soft glow on the two figures curled up on the bed, one asleep and one stirring awake. Denali slowly opened her eyes, taking in the pastel pink sheets and the weight of a familiar arm around her waist. Swallowing, she registered how pleasantly sore her body was and the soft puffs of air at the back of her neck. She bit her lip and recalled the night before, her face heating as she relived each moment.

Rosé had been incessant with her ministrations throughout the night, from the constant kisses and love bites littered all over her body, particularly to her chest and thighs, to how she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of her. She had been especially determined with pleasuring her, inciting moan after moan from her, teasing orgasm after orgasm from her body till Denali was sobbing. Even then, Rosé had only stopped to kiss away her tears before resuming her mission of wrecking Denali for anyone else.

It was everything that Denali had longed for and wanted for years.

Denali had been secretly in love with Rosé, attracted to the pink haired girl’s beauty, passion and heart. The only thing that had stopped her from doing anything was how she had been so obviously straight, with how she’d only ever been with boys and never once expressing any interest in girls. Pining after a girl she could not have, she had resigned to remaining best friends with her.

It wasn’t bad. She got to stay close to Rosé, was able to remain by her side and bask in her affections, even if they were only ever platonic. That was the thing with Rosé, she was a naturally affectionate person with how she’d carelessly call her baby or angel, playfully flirting with her like how she did with everyone else, looping their arms when they were together, the friendly hugs and kisses to the cheek. It was both pleasure and pain to be able to experience all that, and then witness Rosé oblivious to her feelings as she remained with her boyfriend all those years.

Her now ex-boyfriend.

When Rosé had turned up on her doorstep with her bags, tears running down her cheeks, Denali knew. She’d suspected for a while that he had been cheating on her, having seen him with another woman a few times, but had remained quiet about it, not wanting to burst Rosé’s bubble of happiness. When she had tried to confront Rosé’s ex-boyfriend, he had simply scoffed, a knowing look in his eye and as he threatened her, not even bothering to deny a thing. If she revealed to Rosé what she knew, then he would do the same and let Rosé know that Denali was in love with her. Who would Rosé believe then? The boyfriend that she’d been with all these years, or the jealous best friend that was in love with her? Denali had fearfully backed down then, not wanting to risk losing the one she loved. She had instead resolved to be there to pick up the pieces when he would inevitably screw up.

And screw up he did.

It had hurt her to see the woman she loved so broken, a shadow of her former self. Denali had tried her best to put her back together, had taken time off of work together with Rosé and stayed with her. A part of her felt guilty that she was happy that Rosé was no longer with him. Not that it would change anything.

Or so she thought.

Now here Denali lay in Rosé’s bed after a night with her, wrapped in her arms and covered in her marks. She looked down at the many bruises that littered her body and touched them gingerly with her fingers, a small smile blooming on her face at the fleeting thought that she was covered in Rosé’s marks.

But would Rosé remember? Would she even want to?

Feeling the smile slip from her face, Denali suddenly felt as if the air had been sucked out of her.

What if Rosé never wanted to see her again?

Feeling the girl behind her stir and turn around, retracting her arm, Denali stiffened, listening to hear if Rosé had woken up, but was relieved when she heard nothing but her even breathing.

Cautiously, Denali slipped out of bed, taking all articles of clothing that were hers before leaving the room, closing the door with a soft click.

Rosé awoke an hour later, blinking lazily. Rubbing her eyes, she looked down at her state of undress as she combed her fingers through her hair, trying to recall the night before. There were faint memories of kissing Denali, soft skin, thick thighs, her whimpering as Rosé-

She froze.

Rosé had fucked up.

———————

It had been three weeks since that fateful night, and Denali and Rosé had yet to acknowledge it, simply pretending that it had never happened. Denali ignored it out of fear that if Rosé remembered, she would be disgusted with her and leave while Rosé ignored it out of confusion, unsure of what had come over her.

It had been a little awkward the morning after at first, Rosé gingerly entering the kitchen and sitting at the countertop while Denali made coffee. When Rosé saw the state of Denali’s neck, the marks all over it and a stray one on her jaw, Rosé had asked who had given them to her, acting dumb. Denali played along, to both their reliefs, saying it had been a random girl at the club before they had left.

The first few days had been like walking on eggshells around each other, but eventually things went back to normal, or as normal as it could be for them. A part of Denali treasured the night that they had shared together, and had been sad when the marks had finally disappeared. Other than that, she’d made her peace with it and just counted it as a gift and resumed being her usual self.

Rosé on the other hand was having difficulty getting over it. Since then, she had started to see Denali in a different light. She had started noticing how truly beautiful the younger woman was, both inside and out. She already knew what a wonderful person she was, but now it was as if Rosé was more aware of Denali.

It was even more evident when they had gone to the boardwalk together one weekend. Denali had been bugging Rosé to give rollerskating a try, promising her that it was easier than ice skating. She had protested at first, but one flash of Denali’s wide eyes and pout, and the memory of kissing those very lips surfacing, and she had given in.

Their difference in level had been almost comical with how smoothly Denali could skate and how unstable Rosé was in her borrowed skates.

She had been gripping a lamp post, refusing to let it go and embarrass herself, and Denali had giggled at her antics. Skating up to her, she offered her arm and slowly guided her with steady hands, one around her waist and the other holding Rosé’s hand.

Rosé had unconsciously relished the indirect embrace, squeezing Denali’s hand gently every now and then as she guided her. She smelled faintly spicy and sweet, like sunshine and honey, something that was uniquely Denali. After skating for hours, Rosé sat on a bench, finally letting her legs have a break as she watched Denali skate around, twirling and weaving effortlessly between people and waving at the ones she knew, all smiles and dimples. She had even stopped when she saw a little boy struggling to skate and had helped him, gently guiding him and offering pointers before resuming her own skating.

Rosé rested her elbows on her thighs, chin in her hands as she observed the lines of Denali’s skating figure. The sun was starting to set, and she looked even more stunning against the backdrop of amber tinted clouds when she turned towards her, the wind in her hair and a soft smile on her face.

It was at that exact moment that Rosé realised that she might be falling for her best friend. She was dumbstruck when it hit her. She had never had feelings for another woman before, having only ever been attracted to the opposite sex. Her hands shook at the confusion in her. Rosé had no issues with same sex relationships, and she knew that Denali herself was attracted to women, but it felt different for her. It was a new development that she had to wrap her head around. Before she could think too hard on it, Denali had slowed to a stop before her, holding out her hand to pull Rosé up to guide her back home.

That very evening, with the two of them curled up on the couch watching a late night movie together, Rosé couldn’t stop looking over at Denali, at how the light from the television illuminated her face, the soft shadows dancing against the curve of her lips. Her very kissable lips. She swallowed hard. She wasn’t supposed to have these thoughts. It had been a one night affair, and Denali was her best friend.

But she just couldn’t get those images of Denali out of her head.

Denali spread out and naked on her sheets.

Denali thrashing beneath her in ecstasy as she coaxed another orgasm out of her.

Denali crying out her name as she kept edging her, savouring every whine and whimper that came out of her pretty mouth.

Denali as she curled up against her, soft and pliant and vulnerable.

Denali Denali Denali Denali.

She was becoming obsessed, like Denali was the water she needed to quench her never ending thirst.

And Rosé didn’t know what to do about it.

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This was originally going to be just a one shot, but I think it works better if it's split into two.

Anyways, the plot's mostly planned out and I've written the rest in snippets. I'll work on the second half and post it sometime this weekend. Just needed a short break from "Why not me?".

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