Clarisse—holding onto Abby's wrists and straight up allowing Abby to straddle her hips—rolls her eyes like she thinks this whole thing is just ridiculous. Kind of giving it away that she isn't pushing Abby off of her, though, or loosening her hold on Abby's wrists. Abby leaning over her like that is making her feel... conflicted, like this is somehow both the dumbest shit they've ever done and also weirdly, perfectly natural.
"Okay," she says, and if there's any hesitation it's in that single word, before she manages to cover it up with her usual swagger, "prove it. Put your money where your mouth is."
It's the weed making her think that this is funny, or at least that's what Abby tells herself. To be fair there is something hilarious about how little coaxing it took to get to the point where she's pressing Clarisse into the cushions, weight on her hips and stomach.
In her mind she's going to do a really bad job on purpose. They're going to laugh about it and Clarisse will buck her over, tip her off the couch and sprawl her out on the floor. She can see it playing out like that.
What she does is pucker up and press her lips to Clarisse's for an instant– before she takes a breath and kisses her again, properly, out of curiousity. It's the unexpected softness of her mouth that does it. Has her wondering what other parts of Clarisse aren't as hard as they seem.
Clarisse, not wanting to be outdone, tilts her head up to meet Abby's mouth with her own. Abby's lips are soft on hers, the slightest bit chapped, and she tastes like smoke. It's good. It's weird. It's... she doesn't know what.
She and Abby touch each other all the time, and she never thinks about it much, but right now Clarisse is acutely aware of Abby's weight straddling her hips and the smell of her soap and the way the end of her braid is tickling the side of Clarisse's neck.
She doesn't want to be the one who backs off first. She lets go of one of Abby's wrists so she can reach up and cup Abby's jaw with her hand. Feels her pulse tapping against Clarisse's palm, and wonders if Abby's conflicted about this at all, the way she is.
It's nice, but in the way that kissing somebody and being kissed back is... fundamentally nice? There's little heat behind it. They're just kissing. Abby thinks that she could probably sink down into Clarisse and kiss her for a lot longer, really drag it out, that Clarisse would go along with it because they're both high and warm and this feels good. She doesn't really want to do that, though.
She feels a little weird about it. Especially because they just talked about Bella. The thought of her is lingering uncomfortably at the back of Abby's mind, holding hands with the memory of fucking Owen on the goddamn boat, and that's the last thing she wants to think about while kissing her best friend.
So she disengages with a soft breath a moment later, and looks at Clarisse.
"I can't."
This is so stupid. Suddenly, she has the wild urge to laugh. "You're just so bad at this."
That's what finally makes Clarisse shove Abby off of her, but she's grinning. She knows it wasn't a bad kiss. It wasn't the best kiss ever, but it couldn't have been, because it's just not like that with them. And that's fine.
She points at Abby and puckers her lips up in an exaggerated way, sort of like Abby had at first. "It's okay, loser, don't be embarrassed by your total lack of experience. Next time I can give you some pointers if you want."
Maybe tomorrow when she's sober Clarisse will feel bad about the fact that they did this at all, even as a joke. She doesn't think Bella would mind, or take it very seriously, but still.
The shove almost knocks her off the couch and she has to fling an arm out and grab the back of it to steady herself with breathless laughter. What a goddamn relief. Even so, she hastens to solidify that, "That was dumb." Right? She'd much rather cuddle and be close, and she's really glad that they're friends. She mashes her temple against the couch, and flops, boneless, over Clarisse.
But in a weird way, she's glad they did it. Means she wasn't missing out on some... amazing romance with Clarisse this entire time because they never tried to kiss, and see what it might be like. Or maybe it's just the romantic part that doesn't exist, because–
Clarisse's laugh is reedy and surprised, but her smile is genuine. "Yeah, that was stupid."
It's nice, though, having a friend she can do stupid stuff with. You can't just experimentally make out with just anybody and come out on the other side without it making things Weird. It only makes her appreciate what she and Abby have even more, and she shifts on the couch so Abby can squeeze in beside her. She tucks her head against Abby's shoulder.
"Friend soulmates," she says, and then, after a dramatic pause, "Broulmates."
"Yeah," she says fervently, because that's exactly what it is. Broulmates. And then she starts laughing really hard and has to press her face right into the back of the couch just to muffle it up, shoulders shaking.
Eventually, weak with laughter and a little teary, she turns her head to look at Clarisse again so she can judge her reaction to this question, "Do we tell Bella?"
Like. They probably should, right. But at the same time it was no big deal, so...
Abby's laughter is contagious, and Clarisse just watches her lose it over what might've been the dumbest joke she's ever made, grinning. She feels warm and soft inside, thanks to weed and the power of friendship, and she'd be fine hanging out like this for the rest of the afternoon, stretched out on the couch with her best friend.
Then Abby ruins it by asking that. Out loud, where it has to be acknowledged. Clarisse squirms, looking sick all of a sudden.
"I—" she starts, "uh—I think—" and then just sort of stutters to a halt. 'Do we tell Bella' is an interesting thing to say, like it's nice that Abby's holding herself accountable in this and all, but Clarisse knows of the two of them she's the one in deeper shit, and she's the one who's going to live with the consequences of telling Bella that she essentially cheated on her. Was it cheating? Fuck, did she just—?
She can see the panic flare up in Clarisse and reaches for her instantly, puts her hands on either side of her face to reason with her. Maybe it's too soon to do that after kissing her but Abby feels like it's the right thing to do anyway, to hold her gently and help her work through this.
Probably should have brought it up after everybody was sober again... now she has that thought?? High Abby is too slow on the uptake. Goddamnit.
"Don't freak out." She is... beaming this thought directly into Clarisse's little brain, with her mind powers. She is making it real, "It's gonna be okay. It's Bella." Bella- understands???? Wait, but what if she doesn't. Abby changes her mind in an instant, switching tack, "I'll tell her I made you do it."
And then her expression stalls out as she realises that sounds so much worse.
"I mean I'll– I can say it was my idea!" And it kind of was anyway! So!!
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"Okay," she says, and if there's any hesitation it's in that single word, before she manages to cover it up with her usual swagger, "prove it. Put your money where your mouth is."
So to speak.
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In her mind she's going to do a really bad job on purpose. They're going to laugh about it and Clarisse will buck her over, tip her off the couch and sprawl her out on the floor. She can see it playing out like that.
What she does is pucker up and press her lips to Clarisse's for an instant– before she takes a breath and kisses her again, properly, out of curiousity. It's the unexpected softness of her mouth that does it. Has her wondering what other parts of Clarisse aren't as hard as they seem.
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Clarisse, not wanting to be outdone, tilts her head up to meet Abby's mouth with her own. Abby's lips are soft on hers, the slightest bit chapped, and she tastes like smoke. It's good. It's weird. It's... she doesn't know what.
She and Abby touch each other all the time, and she never thinks about it much, but right now Clarisse is acutely aware of Abby's weight straddling her hips and the smell of her soap and the way the end of her braid is tickling the side of Clarisse's neck.
She doesn't want to be the one who backs off first. She lets go of one of Abby's wrists so she can reach up and cup Abby's jaw with her hand. Feels her pulse tapping against Clarisse's palm, and wonders if Abby's conflicted about this at all, the way she is.
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She feels a little weird about it. Especially because they just talked about Bella. The thought of her is lingering uncomfortably at the back of Abby's mind, holding hands with the memory of fucking Owen on the goddamn boat, and that's the last thing she wants to think about while kissing her best friend.
So she disengages with a soft breath a moment later, and looks at Clarisse.
"I can't."
This is so stupid. Suddenly, she has the wild urge to laugh. "You're just so bad at this."
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She points at Abby and puckers her lips up in an exaggerated way, sort of like Abby had at first. "It's okay, loser, don't be embarrassed by your total lack of experience. Next time I can give you some pointers if you want."
Maybe tomorrow when she's sober Clarisse will feel bad about the fact that they did this at all, even as a joke. She doesn't think Bella would mind, or take it very seriously, but still.
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But in a weird way, she's glad they did it. Means she wasn't missing out on some... amazing romance with Clarisse this entire time because they never tried to kiss, and see what it might be like. Or maybe it's just the romantic part that doesn't exist, because–
She blurts it out. "I think you're my soulmate."
Weed logic. Wait, "In a friend way."
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It's nice, though, having a friend she can do stupid stuff with. You can't just experimentally make out with just anybody and come out on the other side without it making things Weird. It only makes her appreciate what she and Abby have even more, and she shifts on the couch so Abby can squeeze in beside her. She tucks her head against Abby's shoulder.
"Friend soulmates," she says, and then, after a dramatic pause, "Broulmates."
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"Yeah," she says fervently, because that's exactly what it is. Broulmates. And then she starts laughing really hard and has to press her face right into the back of the couch just to muffle it up, shoulders shaking.
Eventually, weak with laughter and a little teary, she turns her head to look at Clarisse again so she can judge her reaction to this question, "Do we tell Bella?"
Like. They probably should, right. But at the same time it was no big deal, so...
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Then Abby ruins it by asking that. Out loud, where it has to be acknowledged. Clarisse squirms, looking sick all of a sudden.
"I—" she starts, "uh—I think—" and then just sort of stutters to a halt. 'Do we tell Bella' is an interesting thing to say, like it's nice that Abby's holding herself accountable in this and all, but Clarisse knows of the two of them she's the one in deeper shit, and she's the one who's going to live with the consequences of telling Bella that she essentially cheated on her. Was it cheating? Fuck, did she just—?
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Probably should have brought it up after everybody was sober again... now she has that thought?? High Abby is too slow on the uptake. Goddamnit.
"Don't freak out." She is... beaming this thought directly into Clarisse's little brain, with her mind powers. She is making it real, "It's gonna be okay. It's Bella." Bella- understands???? Wait, but what if she doesn't. Abby changes her mind in an instant, switching tack, "I'll tell her I made you do it."
And then her expression stalls out as she realises that sounds so much worse.
"I mean I'll– I can say it was my idea!" And it kind of was anyway! So!!