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Let's Complicate Things {minxx & Fate}

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darkest_fate

machina erotica
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Dec 17, 2009
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"Hey honey, I'm home!" called Riley as she entered the entryway of a house that was, surprisingly, not actually her home. The precocious sixteen year old kicked off a pair of worn sneakers, putting them with the rest of the shoes as though they belonged there. Heck, Riley had been coming over here so long that it was a wonder they hadn't just adopted her already.

The girl's backpack landed near the shoes, the nearly empty bag already falling over. Not like Riley would actually bother to bring home books or homework or anything like that. Nah, there were other ways of dealing with that stuff; usually involving cramming stuff during breakfast or between classes. Riley was a master of the fast homework.

"Hey, fake mom and dad, I'm hooooome!" called Riley. She wasn't quiet as she moved through the familiar home. It belonged to her best friend of years, who, despite their age difference, was the closest person to Riley in, like, the world. Sure, Riley was a grade higher and much older (obviously more mature), but she wasn't about to leave behind her near sister. They'd been playing together since they were in diapers and all; friends of the family and all that crap. So yeah, it's safe to say Riley knew the house.

The girl hummed the latest Kesha song as she wiggled her way through the house. One hand went up to thread through her "trendy" hair. Riley was always experimenting with hair, usually dying it strange colors or twirling it into odd shapes. now she'd cut it into a cute short cute, less pageboy and more pixie, with the ends sticking out. It was also nearly jet black, with brilliant blue tips, even on the bangs that Riley had purposefully left. The girl chuckled as she tossed her head, enjoying herself.

"Just wait till you check out my hair this time!" she called. Now, she just had to figure out where her dear "sister" was. "I hope you're not doing homework or something embarrassing. I'd have to disown you or something."

The lean, near tomboy poked her head around a corner, beaming as she at last found her victim, err, friend. "Heya!" called the girl, wiggling fingers and coming around. "Whatcha think of the doo?"

She pointed at her hair, just in case the slang was completely undiscernable. As of yet, Riley hadn't realized what her friend was doing, and it almost seemed like she really wouldn't care.
 
[ Please excuse what'll likely be a crappy post -- I'm just going to post what I can and get moving and home the next one will be better. ><; ]

Like any other day, Amerie was found sprawled across her day bed, book in hand. She was much more mellow than her friend, Riley, and most unlike her in even more ways. While Riley liked to dye her hair and experiment with her style, Amerie preferred to stay on the natural side of appearance. Her hair was a wavy, dirty blonde that fell below her shoulders, and she sported a freckled tan and green-brown eyes. Her style was the replica of earthiness, and she felt she much pulled it off, as her friend pulled off the more experimental looks.

Amerie tore a lazy gaze from her book to Riley, who was, in her vision, upside down at the moment. Her lips curved into a smile as she addressed her friend. "I love it."
 
"I know!" chirped Riley, coming fully around. She was dressed in her usual ensemble: a mixture of t-shirt, ragged skirt, and basic tennis shoes. She called it "goth-punk-skater-chic" and claimed to be aiming to patent it. Without pausing her stride, the girl strolled over toe the day bed, flopping onto it, almost landing atop Amerie.

"I so knew you were doing that one thing, whatdaya call it, reading?" Riley giggled and twisted her head to get a better view of the cover. "That one of those vampire book things? I haven't read the books, but Jacob looks totally hot in the movies, right?"

Actually, Riley hadn't cared much for either actor, but she knew what everyone in school was talking about .Between the pasty loser and the well built whipped guy, there wasn't much choice. At least Riley picked what she thought was "the hot one."

"Seriously, you need to do something more fun. Just once i'd like to come in here and see you jamming out or something," insisted Riley. Despite what she was saying, she was still angling, trying to read the book title and quite probably the back as well, curiosity clearly getting the better of her.
 
Amerie let out a sarcastic laugh. "Those vampire book things?" she asked satirically. "I wouldn't go near one of those things if I was blind. Or illiterate. Sure, that Jacob guy is pretty handsome, but trust me, the general public doesn't know how to read good books." She waved her book in the air (her particularly thick, heavy book, to be exact), the title of which read The Pillars of the Earth.

"Now THIS, this is enlightenment. I've never before discovered an author who can describe the architecture of a cathedral in such a beautifully intriguing way," she purred, her voice as lazy as her posture. "This is absolute artistry. Such a pity you don't know how to appreciate it," she teased.
 
"Well, duh," replied Riley, rolling her eyes, "but you can't blame me for trying."

She squirmed to get a better look at the book as Amerie started talking about it. Architecture, cathedrals, all that stuff. Riley understood more of it than you'd think, but she certainly didn't get her friend's obsession with the stuff. She frowned, looking at the words.

"A book like that should have lots of pictures or something then," she insisted. She reached over and closed it, purposefully shoving it away. "No time for reading stuff like that. We're young, we're hip, we're cool and sexy, we shouldn't be doing that kind of thing till we're old."

Riley nodded, though she looked at the book one last time. At least Amerie was trying, educating herself and all that. Riley couldn't fault her that. "C'mon, we should do something fun instead," insisted Riley. She paused, blinking a few times before going, "You know, like listen to some good music, bash on idiots, pretend to do homework. Oooh, I could totally dye your hair. You'd look wicked in purpose," insisted Riley, pulling a strand of Amerie's hair out and studying it closely.
 
Amerie smacked Riley's hand away from her hair, scowling. "My hair is BEAUTIFUL the way it is," she scolded, "And I don't need you messing around with it. And just so you know, this book isn't solely about cathedrals. I mean the whole story is based around a cathedral, sure, but it's about the people surrounding it. A furious, passionate romance between a bastard son and his riches to rags lover. Romance, murder, mystery, scandal. This book is a thousand times more fun than pretending to do homework... but if you're BEGGING ME to do something with you..."
 
Riley snorted and rolled her eyes. One of these days, she'd break down her friend's will and get her to do something really crazy. Amerie's mom and dad probably already half-expected Riley to get her daughter into some real mischief. If Riley had it her way, they'd already have matching tattoos, belly button rings, and color-coordinated hair styles.

She looked down at the book, momentarily forgetting her ideas of wilding up her friend. "All that?" she asked. "I thought it was some kind of boring book about churches."

Riley scooted over, leaning to look at the book on the bed. Reading had always been something that connected them, even as Riley got further and further from the norm and Amerie became, well, a nerd.

"It sounds like it's pretty cool," admitted Riley. She smiled and leaned against Amerie, "but we can't read together, and we're here together."

Riley leaned up, lightly punching her friend, all grins and energy. "You're supposed to be the host. Entertain me, my good lass."

The girl waved her hand regally, as though putting on airs, like some kind of ancient princess or something. Riley even managed to hold the snobbish look for some time, her own acting coming to the forefront.
 
“Host?” Amerie snorted, giving her friend a skeptical look. “You practically live here, Riley. I don't even invite you anymore. You just come in.” She returned the punch, but with an extra push to shove 'the queen' off the bed, just for the fun of it. “Why should I have to entertain you if you're trespassing, hmm?”

She sat up and closed the book, disregarding the fact that she had no bookmark -- she would easily be able to find her place later on.

“So I'll give you a deal. I shall give you one free activity, something I can do to entertain your oh so restless mind, and from then on I am free to be as lazy and mellow as I want to be and you're just going to have to deal with it. But no dying of the hair or other bodily modifications, alright?”
 
"yeah, so?" demanded Riley, moments before she found herself exiting the bed and hitting the floor. The girl let loose a loud noise of complaint, hoisting herself up so her head rested on the bed, staring at her friend. Amerie at least looked more amused than annoyed, so it wasn't likely they were going to start having it out. Boy, had they had some awesome fights.

"Only one!?" asked Riley. She glared daggers at her friend, blowing out her lips. "That's no fun at all! I ought to challenge you to something that will last hours, see how you like it."

Instead, Riley pulled herself onto the bed, thinking. Several ideas came to mind, most of which involved matching hair colors or tattoos, which Amerie had so deftly vetoed. Riley blew out her lips and flopped back, trying to think of something truly outrageous to make her friend do. They'd done prank calling and stuff before, even talked about boys (Amerie's tastes were actually really good on that point, something that Riley had been quite blunt about saying before), but Riley couldn't think of anything in particular that stood out.

"I am totally drawing a blank," she admitted, flapping an arm over her face. "I mean, it's not like we can draw on the walls or run around the house naked or anything really fun," Riley sighed, smiling mischievously, "unless you want to do something totally lame, like kissing practice or something. You could taunt that one guy with it later, what's his name this week?"

Just a little teasing, like normal. Amerie had a tendency to get more dates than Riley, mostly because Riley didn't like most of the guys who bothered to ask her. It was tradition, really.
 
Amerie shot Riley a look. “That one guy no longer exists,” she stated bluntly, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I'd really rather not talk about it.”

But then she took a moment to reconsider what Riley had said, about taunting. And she got an idea, one that could be brilliant, and nothing but the greatest revenge. She turned back to Riley with bright eyes and a devilish smile on her face. “Riley,” she said mischievously. “Let's make a video.”
 
Riley's eyes widened. she hadn't met to prod a sore spot, and it looked like she certainly had with her off-hand comment. That one guy had been sweet, and Amerie had been totally in to him. Heck, Riley had just stated calling him "that one guy" in order to protest how very often she had to hear about him. She certainly hadn't been expecting this.

The bright eyes and smile were met with a matching set. "A video? I think I like where this going. Some sexy dancing to some awesome music? Make that one guy regret ever letting you go?"

In Riley's mind, you'd have to be an idiot to let go of one of her friends, especially Amerie. Riley was even tempted to tell off that one guy the next time she saw him, probably would, as a matter of fact. Some guys had even started joking about how defensive Riley got, which was a little odd, seeing as she'd been known to yell at "skanks" and "whores" that her male friends had dated.

"There's some awesome new music we could do it to too," said Riley, already getting into it. She was hopping over Amerie, looking for the other girl's I-Pod. It had to be around here somewhere, Riley was always forgetting exactly where.
 
“Exactly!” Amerie exclaimed, the idea gaining momentum. She'd heard of some girls doing this before. The whole gist of the thing was to make the guy regret that he had pretty much just lost the hottest piece of ass in the state. Two girls in one room was hot enough as it was, and as far as Amerie was concerned, this was one of the best ways to accomplish just that.

“But it's not going to be as easy as just turning on some music and just dancing around. We have to be sexy. Really sexy. And to get sexy, we gotta get smart.” She looked at Riley's outfit. “First thing's first: hot clothes. You and I are going to have to match. Or at least compliment each other. Fancy meeting me halfway?”
 
"Hell yeah we gotta be sexy," agreed Riley, already getting into this. This was the kind of trouble she wanted to get into, the kind of thing that you looked back on ten years later and laughed your ass off about. She was nodding enthusiastically. "Oh yeah, somethin' totally hot. Probably like a mini-skirt and one of those skimpy tops, right"

Riley was already on her way to Amerie's closet, flipping through the clothes. She knew the closet as well as he knew her own, and even had bought more than a few of the outfits hanging there herself. Amerie and Riley weren't that much different in size, so it wasn't as though they couldn't share. Riley paused, frowning at the selection though.

"Most of the hot stuff in here is what I bought for you," she insisted, looking over her shoulder reprovingly at her friend. "Shame, Amerie. You should have anticipated our need to slut it up for revenge purposes. i might have to disown you as a friend."

She turned back, flipping through clothes, wondering. She herself had a pair or two of sexy underwear back home; nothing here. Surely Amerie, the good girl that she was, didn't have any? Still, Riley was looking, trying to remember past gag gifts.
 
“Oh, Riley, you disappoint me about as much as you underestimate me,” she teased, walking over to her dresser. “We don't just need to slut it up. We need to be classy, too. I mean seriously. Any guy can walk down the school hallway and pick up a couple of sluts. We have to do even better than that.”

She reached into one of her drawers, pulling out a couple pairs of black laced tights. “These will manage to sex up any outfit,” she said, tossing Riley a pair and moving to her closet. “And let's see... I'm sure I have a button-up top in here. As for you... What'll it be? Dress, or...?”

While she waited for her friend's response, she pulled off her current clothes, replacing them with the tights (and with a pair of tight, black shorts to exaggerate the look) and her loose, black button up shirt, making sure the buttons were just low enough to let her lacy white bra. She tousled her hair and pursed her lips, turning to show off to Riley. “What do you think? Am I orgasm worthy or what?”
 
"Slutty's more fun," protested Riley. But she caught the tights and grinned like a Cheshire cat anyway. she remembered seeing these before, and teasing more than her share of boys with how good her legs looked in them. Besides, she trusted Amerie and knew the girl had a good sense in clothes, if a little bland most of the time.

Riley shed her own clothes, shimmying into the pair of tights. she quickly located a matching set of tight black shorts, getting them on as well. The look was definitely a hot one, she had to admit. Before Riley could settle on a shirt though, Amerie was asking questions.

So Riley turned to admire her friend, letting her eyes travel up and down. Amerie had a sexy, classy appeal. The white dress shirt spoke of class, of stealing your lover's clothes and parading them for him. The tights showed off an impressive set of legs, and the shorts seemed to emphasize as much as they revealed.

"Oh yeah, totally ," agreed Riley, grinning from ear to ear once more. "Boys are gonna pop one just looking at you."

She eventually settled on a white dress shirt, the same design as Amerie's. It looked a little odder, seeing the blue haired girl in a dress shirt, but sexy nonetheless. Riley pushed up her breasts, taking note of the lacy black bra you could just see poking out. Matching, yet slightly different.

"Now, am I hot, or what?" she demanded, turning to her friend with that ever-present smile.
 
[ opposites. cute. xD ]

"Damn, Riley. I'd do you," Amerie joked. "You know, you can really pull off the more modest look when you want to. Even with your crazy colors. All we need now are a camera and a make up choice." She walked into her attached bathroom and pulled out some black eyeliner, giving herself that popular smokey-eye look. "We are going to rock the whole world," she stated confidently.

[ i blanked. o___o ]
 
"We both know you couldn't handle this," retorted Riley in kind. Laughing, she predicted what Amerie had already announced, moving to locate a possible camera. Thankfully, Amerie did have a laptop, because honestly, who didn't? So Riley was quickly working through that, setting up the built-in camera to start recording. She had to make extra certain that it wasn't going to start projecting on the internet till they wanted it to. Last thing they needed was to goof it up and ruin Amerie's image further.

When Riley was done, she turned to Amerie, seeing that the girl had already started with the makeup. Grinning, Riley winked and blew her a kiss, before darting past into the bathroom herself. She opted for a dark blue eyeliner, again wanting to be just a little different than her friend. The overall look was the same: sultry and sexy. Riley even made a few faces in the mirror, puckering lips and blowing kisses.

"Oh yeah, definitely hot," she said. Licking a finger, she touched it to her side, letting out a siss as though it were evaporating. Still grinning, she returned to her friend. A muss of the blue hair, and Riley was standing before Amerie, hands on her hips and looking semi-authoritative.

"Well, you ready to do this what did you have in mind? Regular dancing? strip tease? Dry humping? Gotta know what kinda YouTube sensation we're creating here."
 
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