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Since she was sixteen, Regina George’s mother has instilled upon her eldest daughter the fear of what she called the “Freshman Fifteen” - those dreaded extra pounds the average female college freshman put on at the beginning of her college career from snacking more, having less time to be active, or, I don’t know, growing into her normal adult body? Regina knows it’s bullshit. Regina knows the fear of gaining those few harmless pounds is a slippery slope back to her unhealthy habits; habits that she is getting treatment for. Of course she still has a rocking beautiful body, but she is still working on believing that a few extra pounds won’t change that.
Her main concern are the medications she is on to manage her pain. Chronic pain is a bitch. Before the accident, Regina George certainly hadn’t been a stranger to pain - period cramps sometimes kept or sent her home from school - but now? It’s like there’s a six ton elephant stepping directly on her fucking lower back, shoulders, and neck if she even has the audacity to live a somewhat normal, healthy, active college lifestyle.
But Regina? She refuses to touch the mess of pills she’d been prescribed after she left the hospital. The temptation is there, of course, especially when the pain gets so bad she can barely walk, sit, stand, or even lie down without crying like a baby. And Regina George doesn’t cry . Well, unless she’s alone…
The strongest pain management medication she’ll take is ibuprofen, but that doesn’t stop the pills from disappearing. She knows where they’re going, of course, she’s not stupid. She knows that glassy look in her mother’s eyes anywhere. She saw it in her dad’s eyes enough times before he left them to know exactly why she always seems to need an early refill. It’s a sadness she can’t deal with right now, though, so she doesn’t bring it up. She doubts her mother would admit it, anyway. They all have pain they want to numb.
But that’s precisely why she won’t take them. She knows that severe pain management is a slippery slope into lifelong addiction and she’s seen it turn her father from her loving, happy daddy to an angry, violent, kleptomaniac who ruined his own life and very nearly ruined theirs all in the name of pills very similar to the ones she’s been prescribed. So no thanks, she’s good. She’d rather be in pain every day than live that way, alright?
But even on 1000mg ibuprofen every 6 hours, as the label reads, the pain in her hips and back makes jogging, lifting, stretching, even yoga insanely difficult. Sometimes the most she’ll get is ten minutes of a semi-intense power-walk on a treadmill before she feels like her knees are about to give out. It frustrates her to tears that she’ll wash away under water hot enough to leave her skin red and the locker room steamy for a full fifteen minutes after she’s carefully - painfully - dressed and left.
Regina George is angry. Regina George is lonely. Regina George has never been so quiet.
The one thing that feels good though? Sex. Because that’s when she can let go. That’s when she can lie down, spread out, prop herself up, and forget .
Funnily enough, she stopped having sex with men after she graduated high school. Shane Oman was a sweetheart who stuck loyally by her side during her very worst moments. They dated for the entirety of senior year and a few months into the summer when he swore over and over that he was gonna marry her. He came from money and her mom loved him - his parents loved her too. He was also very handsome, in a boy-next-door kinda way, but Shane Oman wasn’t what Regina George saw when she pictured her future. In fact, for a while, she didn’t see much when she pictured her future. Everything was blurry and out-of-focus, like she was looking at it through water. All she knew was that he didn’t feel like her future. He felt like a piece of her past that she desperately wanted to leave behind, as kind and as understanding as he had always been.
She didn’t think she’d ever forgive herself for the way his face crumbled when she said no; Shane down on one knee exactly one year after graduation, spotlighted in her favorite restaurant while she was stuffing her face with a dinner roll after having practically starved herself all day in preparation for this meal. She hadn’t even washed her hair, for fuck sake! It was up in a clip! And now everyone was staring at them and smiling because they all expected her to… what ? Burst into tears? Stand up and gasp dramatically? Throw herself into his arms while exclaiming “Yes, yes, Shane, yes of course I’ll marry you at 19!” He was sweet but he was also ridiculous. So she just continued eating her roll, still unable to turn her head very far very quickly, and said, simply, “No, thanks.”
And that was the end of that.
No, Regina George hadn’t slept with a man since Shane. But women ? Well let’s just say Regina George has earned herself a pretty solid place in her own Burn Book right beside Damian Hubbard and Janis ‘Imi’ike. Another thing she woefully regrets about high school were all of the homophobic comments she made in regard to those two. Who even was she pretending to be when her ass was firmly seated inside her own fabulous walk-in closet? The homophobe-is-actually-a-raging-closeted-homosexual trope is sometimes real y’all! But was she ever really a true homophobe or was she just trying to upset Janis?
Janis…
For a long time, Regina chose to ignore the feelings that name brought up in her chest, pushing them back down like bad acid reflux. After Junior Spring Fling, their relationship was tentative at best. While Janis was kind to her at the dance, allowing Regina to rest her head against her sternum and even helping her drink a bit of punch when Shane had to take a trip to the bathroom, the energy of the dance seemed to stay there. There was no way Janis would forgive her that quickly, and for good reason. And Regina had some forgiveness to do as well. They weren’t snapping at each other’s throats like before but the silence between them was almost worse. They simply had no reason to speak to one another.
Cady floated between the two groups of friends as she pleased, as did Gretchen and Karen sometimes. Sometimes Damian and Regina would hold a conversation about clothes, pop music, or whatever Janis didn’t want to talk about, but Regina and Janis never spent any time alone together. And when their friends decided to hang out together, they sat apart and found excuses not to speak to one another. That’s just the way it was, until graduation.
It wasn’t that Regina didn’t want to talk to Janis. She longed for the days, in middle school, when they would stay up until three in the morning, watching scary movies even though Regina didn’t like all the blood and Janis would hold her hand, or talking about things like mermaids and fairies, holding their matching plushies tight until they fell asleep.
Before Regina became obsessed with that stupid boy Kyle and kissed her best friend during that stupid game to get a rise out of him. Only it didn’t turn out like she planned and stupid Kyle started calling Regina a dyke and everyone started laughing at her and her stupid red face and stupid Janis had to go and take the fall and say she was the lesbian so everyone would laugh at her instead, and then stupid stupid Regina turned on her too, saying “Oh my god, did you like it?” And everyone laughed harder and laughed Janis right out of the party, leaving her stupid little plush behind.
So yeah…
Before all that.
Regina George hasn’t seen Janis ‘Imi’ike since graduation.
And yet here she is.
She’s standing all of five feet and three inches, slightly elevated in her platform boots, wearing the most confusing piece of…is that a jacket ? Whatever it is, it’s a patchwork of leather, camouflage, corduroy, silk, and is tangled in threads of many different colors, all of which seem to form some kind of design on the back. Her hair is pinned wildly on her head and shines a deep plum in the lights of the bar where she stands, holding some drink that’s drastically less colorful than her outfit. Regina would recognize her anywhere , even with her back turned to her, and suddenly feels underdressed in her ISU branded crewneck, jeans, and ponytail. All she wanted was a drink.
She is about to turn and leave when Janis turns her head (as if she feels Regina’s eyes on her) and meets her eyes. As direct and clear as a summer day. There is no mistaking the recognition there. They are Regina George and Janis ‘Imi’ike in a small, queer, on-campus bar at Illinois State University, standing five feet away from each other, and staring at each other for the first time in three years.
Someone bumps into Regina’s shoulder and suddenly the music is loud again, and she is stepping forward. “Uhm…hey.”
“Hey?” Janis repeats.
“Sorry,” Regina apologizes, “What should I-“
“Holy shit,” Janis laughs, almost bitterly, “‘ Sorry ’? You haven’t said ‘sorry’ to me in like eight years.”
“I haven’t?” Regina screws her face up slightly, thinking back to their junior and senior years of high school. So much happened. She thought she’d apologized to everyone. She even briefly considered writing a sort of reverse Burn Book where she wrote nice things about all of her classmates and distributing those pages around at graduation, but quickly realized that was just a painkiller-induced delusion and she didn’t actually know that much about everyone to do such a thing. Those things really did make her like everyone. It was awful .
“ No ,” Janis says firmly, then pauses, closing her eyes as if she’s resetting. As if she’s working something out. “Actually I’m not doing this with you right now. My therapist said I don’t need an apology to move on. So if you don’t mind, I’m gonna just-“ She means to move past her but Regina steps in front of her.
“Wait, wait, I-“ She feels panic bubbling up in her chest again, something else she’s been getting help for. “Janis, I- I do want to apologize. But not here okay? Not like this. I just wasn’t expecting to see you here. Do you go here?”
Janis looks up at her and there’s a softness in her eyes that Regina remembers from so long ago. It gives her hope.
“Janis… please .”
Janis closes those deep brown eyes again, like this is painful for her too. “This is too fucking weird.” Then she takes Regina’s wrist in her hand and pulls her along to the back of the bar where there are booths and tables. Janis wipes one of them down with a napkin and then gestures for Regina to sit down. Regina notices that Janis allows her the booth. She’s grateful and slides in with a small wince.
Of course it doesn’t escape Janis’ notice. Nothing ever does. She notices everything all the time, especially when it comes to Regina George. “It still hurts?”
“Of course it still fucking hurts. I got hit by a bus. You don’t survive that without feeling it for the rest of fucking…forever.” Regina sighs as she finally settles.
Janis is quiet about that. Regina swears she can see something like guilt flash in her eyes.
Good, she thinks momentarily, then feels bad. That wasn’t Janis’ fault. That was no one’s fault but her own and the driver’s for drinking on the job, driving too fast, and not looking for students stepping off of the sidewalk. She already got her justice. $100,000 worth of justice.
“Shit, Regina.” Janis says, stirring her drink but never actually sipping on it. “Don’t they give you pills?”
Regina scoffs and picks at a loose thread on the sleeve of her sweatshirt, cursing herself for wearing the damn thing on a September evening. “They do.”
“Oh,” Janis pauses, “Not enough?”
“I don’t take them,” And Regina is practically begging Janis to remember . To remember why she wouldn’t take those things so she doesn’t have to explain it again.
Janis studies her face questioningly, then looks down into her drink. “Okay.” And that’s it. Regina knows she knows. The relief hits her like a blast of cool air.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Regina says, letting her hands flop back down into her lap. “Do you go here?”
“Yeah,” Janis answers now, pushing the drink away from herself finally, as if it disgusts her now. “I do. I double major in Fine Arts and Studio Arts and minor in Music.”
“Jesus, that’s a lot.” Regina tsks. “When do you sleep?”
Janis takes out her phone and checks it briefly. “I’m supposed to be asleep right now.”
“Me too,” Regina nods, understanding the sleep deprivation.
“What about you?” Janis asks, “What are you in for?” She asks as if they’re in prison. It’s so Janis, it makes Regina smile a little.
“Nursing. Or rather, pre-med.” Regina answers, then frowns when Janis begins to laugh, loudly and obnoxiously, like she used to when they were younger. Like Regina misses, only when it wasn’t directed at her . “What?”
“Oh, that’s too perfect.” Janis snorts. “Nursing. You, as a nurse.”
“The fuck?” Regina asks, genuinely offended. She hasn’t put two years of her life into this hell of a major for nothing. What does Janis think she’s getting at?
“You know they say all nurses were bitches in high school right?” Janis is still laughing, pulling her drink back toward her and taking a drink through the straw. “It’s a thing. I just can’t believe you followed the stereotype so perfectly.”
“You were a bitch too, you know.” Regina huffs, though she doesn’t think she has the energy to be as vicious as she once may have been.
“Oh I know, but the difference is you were a bitch to people who were nice to you.” Janis retorts, still amused. “And also for no reason at all.”
“Whatever, I’m not going to defend myself to you.” Regina goes back to picking at the thread on her sweatshirt.
“Because you can’t,” Janis shrugs, sipping on her straw and looking at Regina over her cup with those stupid big brown eyes. Regina never noticed, until now, that she only sleeps with women with brown eyes.
“I’m sorry I never apologized to you,” Regina says.
“That’s the shittiest apology I’ve ever heard,” Janis sets her half-finished drink to the side and Regina snatches it up, taking a sip of her own, grimacing at the taste. She hates alcohol.
“That’s because it’s not the real one,” Regina scoots the drink back over to Janis. “Not the one you deserve.”
Janis is quiet again. She just takes the drink and stirs it again with the tiny straw they’ve now shared.
“I’m not going to- I mean I don’t think I should do it right now, here, in this gay bar, at 10:45 on a Wednesday night, when we haven’t seen each other in three years and I haven’t thought about what I want to say.” She reasons. “You deserve more than that.”
Janis chews at the inside of her cheek. “So do you,” she finally says.
And Regina could cry. But she won’t.
“So you know there are other ways to manage pain, right?” Janis says, not meeting her eyes. “Not to sound like a total stoner, but I think I can help you. If you’re interested…”
“Wait, you mean…”
“Cannabis.” Janis nods, “CBD mostly, but also THC if you want.”
Regina looks around and then tucks her hands nervously into her sleeves. “Does it work?”
“I’ve heard it does.” Janis shrugs. “There have been studies. Aren’t you pre-med? Shouldn’t you know?”
Regina scoffs. “We don’t study that. ”
“Yeah Big Pharma wouldn’t like that.” Janis rolls her eyes. Those big sparkling brown eyes surrounded by intricate lines and expertly blended colors. Regina really likes her eyes.
“Seriously? It can help like pills do?” Regina asks, and she really can’t believe she is. But what else does she have?
“Can’t be worse than what you’re doing now,” Janis shrugs. “What are you on now?”
“Ibuprofen, 1000 milligrams every six hours and extra strength Tylenol every eight hours.” Regina answers glumly.
“Shit, you’re going to need a new liver by the time you’re 30.” Janis grimaces.
“That’s what they keep telling me,” Regina sighs. “But with nothing I may as well be dead.”
Janis frowns at her and they’re both quiet for a few moments.
“I heard you did…that you died for a bit there.” Janis says, and she actually sounds like it pains her. Looks like it too.
“Fifteen seconds,” Regina nearly whispers. “It was….it wasn’t anything like we talked about when we were kids.” She looks down at her hands. “There wasn’t a light and my life didn’t flash before my eyes. It was just dark. And nothing. Like being asleep for surgery. I just woke up and everyone was flipping out and everything started hurting really fucking bad.” She takes a shaky breath in. “It actually freaks me out to think about so I try…not to remember it, so if you don’t mind, I’d like to-“
“-change the subject, yeah.” Janis nods in understanding. “You know, CBD helps with that too. The anxiety.”
Regina has to look away to keep herself from tearing up. Janis always understood her way too easily. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I wanna try it.”
Janis seems surprised. Her eyes grow wide and then she smiles widely, pushing her now empty glass away from her. “Yeah? What do you wanna try?”
Regina sighs, then shrugs, leaning back and crossing her arms. “I don’t know. Weed? CBD? Whatever’s going to make me feel like I’m not gonna fucking die if I bend over to tie my shoes.”
Janis taps at her own pierced bottom lip in thought and Regina follows every move, especially the way her tongue traces the flesh afterward. “Tell you what, why don’t you come back to my place and-“
“Okay,” Regina agrees immediately without hearing another word. That makes Janis laugh again.
“You have changed.” Janis leans forward, over the table. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“I go here,” Regina answers dumbly, like she doesn’t know what Janis means. “I’m pre-med.”
Janis raises her pierced and cut brow, tilting her head, giving Regina a look that says not to play dumb with her, that they both know just how smart Regina George is. “What are you doing here, Reg?”
It’s that old nickname that makes her weak. That makes her answer. “I just wanted a drink…and company.”
“Do you come here often…for company?” Janis asks her, digging deep and Regina feels her face grow warm. She wants to look away from those piercing dark eyes but she can’t. They hold so many colorful lights, so much history.
“Sometimes.” Regina says slowly. “Sometimes I meet them online. Or the gym.”
“Them?” Janis asks. “The-“
“The girls I fuck, yeah,” Regina says for her, and then a smile spreads over her lips at the shocked look on Janis’ face. She loves having the upper hand sometimes.
“So you’re…”
“You can say it, I’m gay, yeah. Well, a lesbian. Ex-bisexual. It’s complicated.” Regina waves her hand dismissively. “Point is, I shouldn’t have said all that stupid shit back in high school about you being an obsessed lesbian because it all came back to bite me in the tit. Happy?”
Janis just smirks. “I kinda knew it.”
“You did not,” Regina scoffs, offended.
“I definitely knew it. The way you clung to Caddy was kinda-”
“Oh my god if you don’t shut the fuck up right now…” But Regina is laughing and so is Janis and it feels like old times. It feels like they’re 12 again, lying on the floor in Regina’s bedroom with the window open and nothing bad has happened to them yet.
As the two of them head out of the bar and onto the street, Regina pulls out her phone and opens the Uber app, scrolling through her options. Janis takes a peek over her shoulder, standing slightly on her toes to do so. “Oh, I have a bus card. My apartment is on campus if you’re-“
Regina looks back at her with wide eyes and her breath hitches slightly in embarrassment. “I, uhh…I don’t ride the bus. I mean, I can’t. It’s too-“ She gestures slightly with her phone, her knuckles white as tightly as her hand is clenched around it. “You know?”
“Oh! Oh, right, yeah.” Janis shakes her head. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’ll get us an Uber.” Regina is red in the cheeks as she quickly chooses a car and chews at the inside of her cheek as the payment processes.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed you know.” Janis says quietly. “It was fucked up what happened to you.”
Regina quickly looks back at her and sees the sincerity in her big brown eyes. It’s too overwhelming so she nods briefly and turns back to look at her phone. “Thanks.”
The rest of the wait is done in silence. And so is the ride. Regina tips the driver well.
Janis has an apartment that she shares with Damian Hubbard. Regina isn’t surprised in the slightest. She’s actually slightly bummed to find out he’s out of town for a few days and won’t be there when they come back to it.
Janis ‘Imi’ike’s apartment is exactly what Regina expected it to be. There is so much random shit on the walls that Regina isn’t sure what color they actually are. Every piece probably means something personal to Janis and Regina makes a mental note to go exploring once she’s high enough to find this mess fascinating. There’s a sort of punk rock feel to it all that Janis always kind of embraced and Regina always secretly found sorta hot. But despite the cluttered, starving artist feel of the decor, Janis’ apartment is clean, mess-free, and smells really really nice. Regina is impressed but not surprised.
“Nice place,” Regina says, toeing off her shoes at the entrance beside Janis’ boots.
“Yeah, Damian kinda let me go wild with the decorations.” Janis shrugs and then pads over, with socked feet, to light a candle and open a window. “For the smell.”
“Oh, I think it smells nice in here.” Regina says honestly which makes Janis smile and hide her face in her sleeve.
“I mean for later, when we smoke…but thanks, weirdo.” She laughs, “Stop being so nice, Reg. It’s fucking strange.”
“Then stop calling me Reg like we’re 13 again.” Regina can’t stop smiling though.
Janis goes pink again. “Sorry, didn’t realize…you didn’t like it…”
“I didn’t say that.” Regina walks past her and looks at the half-finished painting on Janis’ easel. It’s the face of a very sad girl, half hidden in shadow. “Hmm,” She then looks past the easel, to the little table beside the sofa where a framed photo sits. It’s an old photo, aged by time, wherein two little girls - one brunette and one blonde - are caught in a moment of pure happiness, laughing and hugging each other. There are dried fingerprints on the glass of the photo, as if someone had picked this photo up several times in the middle of painting and touched the glass longingly. “I remember-“
The frame is quickly taken from Regina’s hands and set back on the table, face-down. “Do you want to smoke or what?”
Regina raises her brows, widens her eyes, and tsks in a way that says yes whatever Jesus Christ and walks past Janis with her hands raised in surrender.
Janis rolls her eyes behind Regina’s back and then moves to dig her supply from out of a drawer under the home-and-artistically-made coffee table. “Just sit down. Don’t touch anything. Jesus Christ I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Regina does sit down. She sits down, crosses her legs, and smirks as she watches Janis dig around for everything she’s looking for. “Doing what exactly?”
Janis finally pulls out a bag of green, rolling papers, a funny little glass piece, and a lighter. “Smoking with Regina fucking George at midnight on a Wednesday when I have class tomorrow.” She pauses. “ Shit , I think I have an exam tomorrow.”
“How hard is an art exam?” Regina asks and earns an unamused look from Janis.
“You’re a bitch,” Janis says. “Papers or bowl?”
“What does that mean?” Regina asks, looking between the two items Janis is holding out.
“Well do you want to smoke a joint or do you want to avoid the paper?” Janis asks, gesturing to the funny looking colorful pipe in her right hand.
“Uhmm…what do you usually do?” Regina asks.
Janis sighs. “Actually I can’t roll a joint for shit. Neither can Damian so I don’t even know why we have these.” She throws the papers behind her and balances the bowl on her lap as she opens the baggie of weed. Immediately, the smell hits Regina in the face like a truck. Her eyes grow wide and Janis laughs. “I know, right?”
Regina only blinks at her. Truthfully, she wouldn’t know the smell of good weed from shitty weed if it smacked her in the face. “So it’s good?”
“It’s pretty good, yeah,” Janis nods. “Not the best I’ve ever had, but definitely not the worst.”
Regina watches as Janis takes a bud and breaks it up, stuffing it into the burnt hole on the pipe Janis has balanced on her bare legs beneath the hem of her shorts. Her skin is distracting but Regina is trying to pay attention to how she packs it down and layers it up. Finally, when Janis seems happy with it, she picks the pipe up and offers it to Regina.
“Guest goes first.” She explains, offering the lighter as well, which just so happens to be pink.
Regina shakes her head, her hands moving but not knowing what to do. “I’ve never-“
“You’ve never smoked before?” Janis asks in disbelief. “Never? Not at all of the parties you went to? With all the friends you had?”
“Yeah, surprisingly, none of them thought I’d be cool to actually hang with apparently.” Regina says in disgust for her past high school “friends” she’d left behind for a reason. “I actually heard some of them saying I was part of something called their Nightmare Blunt Rotation?”
Janis snorts and then immediately feels bad for doing so, “Oh wow,” she says, trying not to laugh, “That’s so mean.”
Regina frowns at her for a few moments, and then it cracks into a smile, “You’re such a bitch. Are you gonna show me how to use that thing or not?”
“Yeah, c’mere.” Janis moves closer, until her bare thigh is pressed up against Regina’s, and she turns toward her, gently pressing the pipe to Regina’s lips which have gone considerably dryer since this whole thing started. Once Regina wraps her lips around the mouthpiece, maintaining eye contact with Janis to tell her she’s okay, Janis reaches over and lights the lighter, holding the flame to the green at the end of the pipe and her finger over the tiny hole on the side of the pipe. “Now breathe in. Slowly.” She nods as Regina does as she’s told, and there’s something so sensual about the whole thing, even as Regina feels her lungs begin to burn like crazy. All bets are off when Janis releases her finger from the tiny hole on the side and all of that built up smoke rushes into Regina’s lungs. She immediately pulls off and begins to cough violently, tears spilling down her cheeks and smearing her mascara.
“Oh fuck, you okay?” Janis asks, setting the pipe down on the table to rub at Regina’s back. Regina nods but continues to cough, her back spasming at the violence of it. Janis continues rubbing which makes it feel slightly better but Regina is frustrated and feels like a failure, again.
When she’s finally able to gain control of herself, Regina wipes her eyes and rubs at her chest. “Holy shit. People like that feeling?”
Janis laughs, “It’s not always like that. When you get used to it, it won’t be like that. Do you want a water?”
Regina nods, “Please.”
Janis stands and pads into the kitchen with her socked feet, hurrying back with a bottled water and handing it to Regina before sitting down beside her with one leg tucked under herself. She even reaches over to open the bottle for her, and Regina quickly drinks nearly half of it, making Janis laugh softly. “You know you don’t have to keep going if it’s too much.”
“No,” Regina protests, shaking her head. “I want to. I need to know if it works.”
“Are you in pain right now?” Janis asks and there’s a worried tilt to her voice.
“I’m always in pain,” Regina sighs, “But right now is a little worse, yeah. It’s been…” She pulled out her phone, “five hours since I took ibuprofen. Let’s keep going.”
Janis knows not to argue anymore and for that, Regina is grateful. She just picks the pipe back up and settles it back against Regina’s lips.
The second hit goes a lot like the first, Regina’s back spasming painfully with every cough and wheeze. Janis takes her first hit as she watches, and hers seems to go down easy which Regina is supremely jealous of.
“Reg, turn toward me,” Janis says suddenly, her brown eyes following Regina as she takes a long drink of water. “I have an idea.”
Regina does as she’s told without question and the corner of Janis’ lips quirk up quickly.
“Don’t freak out on me, okay?” Janis’ voice is pitched lower, softer, as she brings the pipe up to her own lips and the lighter up to the pipe. “This might just be easier for you okay…do you trust me?”
“Uhmm…sure,” Regina blinks slowly. She’s already feeling softer, slightly warped. “I trust you, Jan.”
Janis smiles around the pipe, and then lights it, sucks in, and releases the hole. Then she pulls off the mouthpiece, leans in, and her lips are soft on Regina’s for the first time in eight years.
It’s nothing like the kiss they shared at Regina’s thirteenth birthday party. This one isn’t clumsy, awkward, or wet with strawberry flavored sparkly gloss. This one is soft, tentative, open-mouthed, and full of smoke. Janis’ hand moves to the side of Regina’s face and her thumb strokes gently across her cheek, patiently reminding her to breathe in. She does and slowly, lazily, her lungs are filled with the same smoke that Janis just had in her mouth. It’s nothing like breathing it in from the pipe. It’s still hot in her chest. It still tastes like the herb they’re smoking. But it’s also gentle and makes her head feel fuzzy.
Regina’s hand moves up to hold Janis’ wrist and she presses forward a bit more, closing her lips against the other woman’s slowly, but not pulling away. Smoke curls from her nose with no other escape, but she doesn’t want to pull away yet. So she presses forward even more and moves her lips against Janis’ with a gentleness that she doesn’t usually show with other women - a hesitation that’s out of character for Regina George.
Once Janis realizes what’s happening, she pulls back slightly, the tips of their noses brushing as she blinks those wide dark eyes at her childhood best friend. “You should probably breathe.”
She is right. Regina coughs slightly and takes a few gasping breaths, smoke escaping with each exhale as she smiles at Janis she’s just relieved that Janis didn’t outright reject her.
“How was that?” Janis asks her, wriggling her toes underneath her own leg.
“Better,” Regina nods, moving closer, fully in Janis’ personal space. She bumps her forehead with her own, her eyes only leaving Janis’ pierced lips to search the chocolate of her irises for a sign that she isn’t misreading the situation. It’s funny, her head still feels fuzzy but things have never felt so clear. “Much better.”
Janis pauses for a long while, just breathing Regina’s warm air, one hand still on her cheek and the other that somehow found its way to her hip, tucked underneath her ISU sweatshirt and resting against her heated skin just above the waistband of her jeans. “Reg…”
“Jan…Jay,” Regina sounds so gone on her and Janis moves her hand away from Regina’s skin to pat her back over the fabric of her sweatshirt.
“You’re so high,” Janis laughs softly, “How do you feel?”
“Mmm right now I feeeeeel…” Regina drops her head into the crook of Janis’ neck and then whispers against her skin, “like I wanna eat you whole.”
Janis can’t suppress the shiver that rolls through her. Regina is hot, okay? Anyone can see it.
“I mean, how is your back?” Janis tries to reason, still patting over her shoulders with her ringed hand.
“Fine, it’s fine.” Regina pauses and slides a hand up the outside of Janis’ leg. “I don’t know. I’m not really focused on that right now.”
“Regina, c’mon,” Janis whines softly. “You don’t want this. You don’t want me. You’re just-“
“Just what?” Regina lifts her head again, frowning at her, her eyes suddenly looking clear as ever. “ Just high? Or just lonely?”
“Reg-“
“I know what I want, okay? I know who I want. I’m a big girl and I can make decisions for myself.” Regina is full-on pouting and Janis is smiling like she can’t help it.
“You want me?” Janis asks, just to be sure.
Regina nods, “Yes. I want you.”
Janis’ eyes search Regina’s and then they move away,almost as if keeping them there is causing her pain. “There was a time when I would have done anything to hear you say that. I’m just worried that…that our history is too complicated for something like this.” She meets Regina’s eyes again. “What, I’m supposed to just sleep with you like high school never happened? Like you didn’t out me to the whole school and then bully me out of it? Like…like you weren’t my best friend since preschool and you turned on me over a boy and made my life hell for years?”
Regina sighs and pulls her ponytail over her shoulder to begin anxiously picking at the split ends, “You did kind of set my backpack on fire.”
“That was an accident!” Janis huffs. “Seriously, Regina. After all the shit you did to me, can you honestly say you didn’t have it coming?”
Regina looks up from her hair, eyes narrowed, “The fuck do you mean, I had it coming?” She flips her hair behind her and her eyes flash dangerously in the way they used to when she was pissed and threatening those lower on the food chain to her, but Janis isn’t backing down. Janis isn’t scared. They are in her home.
“You were out of control,” Janis shrugs. “You needed to be stopped, so we gave you a taste of what it felt like to be-“
“You completely humiliated me. Not just in front of the school, but in front of the internet too. Do you know what it’s like to go viral for something like that? To be the most hated person in the country?” Regina sits up straight, baring her teeth as she speaks. “It wasn’t just that I lost everyone that I thought was my friend, it was that I realized they never even cared about me in the first place. I guess I should thank you for that, but fuck you actually, truly.” Regina nearly spits.
“I do know what that’s like, actually.” Janis glares. “Because of you .”
“And what’s more,” Regina’s breath shudders as she breaths in, full of rage, a glimpse of the apex predator she used to be showing in her eyes, “You fucked with my eating disorder, you absolute asshole. You set me back years .”
Janis’ brows furrow, “That was Cady’s-“
“Save it, you didn’t stop her. You knew and you didn’t stop her.” Regina pushes at Janis’ shoulder, making the other woman frown even deeper. Regina pushes at her again and then again, calling her names and accusing her of knowing about her disordered eating the whole time as tears roll down her face. It’s when she begins accusing Janis of wanting her to get hit by the bus that Janis grabs her wrists, firmly but gently.
“Reg, stop. Stop!” She says, but Regina is struggling, both against her hold and to breathe. “Regina, hey!” Janis releases her wrists but then immediately places her hands on the sides of Regina’s face, moving to her knees on the sofa to meet her eyes. “Breathe. Hey, hey, it’s okay. Just breathe. You’re okay. Look at me.”
Regina doesn’t for a while. She just squeezes her eyes shut as mascara tears streak down her face. Painfully, Janis is reminded of junior year when they tried to ruin her image with water on the football field.
“Reg, just breathe with me. Listen.” Janis takes a few long,steadying breaths of her own. She doesn’t stop until Regina matches them. “Good. There you go. Keep doing that.”
Regina keeps breathing and eventually opens her eyes. Bright blue meets deep brown and a flush of red spreads across Regina’s freckled cheeks. “ Shit , sorry.”
“ You’re sorry?” Janis laughs sadly. “I feel like shit for bringing that on. I’m supposed to be relaxing you, not causing… that . Damn, Reg.”
Regina closes her eyes and rests her forehead against Janis’. “We have a lot of shit to work out between us, don’t we?”
Janis brings a hand up to gently pet the gold of Regina’s hair. “Yeah…we do.”
Regina lifts her head again and meets Janis’ eyes. “I lost my fucking buzz.”
Janis laughs out loud at that, head thrown back and hands in Regina’s hair. When she stops laughing, she moves into her previous leg-under-bottom position and gently cups Regina’s face again. She then carefully wipes the streaks of mascara from under Regina’s crystal blue eyes. “My bad. Do you wanna try again?”
Regina glances at the forgotten pipe on the coffee table and then looks Janis in the eyes again, then down at her lips. “Only if you do it like last time.”
Janis quirks a brow, her own eyes moving down to Regina’s lips and the way the tip of her tongue is just slightly poking out from between her teeth. “You know…we don’t have to be smoking to kiss each other…right?”
“Oh really?” A smile spreads over Regina’s lips slowly as she leans into Janis’ space. “What’ll be our excuse then?”
“Who needs excuses? We’re big girls who can make our own decisions.” Janis bumps Regina’s nose with her own softly.
Regina feels herself nearly melt at that, moving impossibly closer to Janis, her hands pressed against her side and thigh. “And you’re really hot.”
“Oh yeah?” Janis laughs softly, smiling at Regina as she drags this moment out to torment her. It’s clear how badly she wants this. “You think I’m hot?”
“So hot,” Regina nods, biting at her bottom lip. “Janis, please .”
Janis smiles even more, intoxicated by the warmth of Regina’s breath on her lips. “ Please what, Reg? What do you want?”
Regina lets out a frustrated little breath and closes her eyes, clearly not used to asking for what she wants. Not used to giving over control.
“Please…kiss me?” She asks softly and it’s the softest Janis has ever heard her voice get.
“Just a second, I want to do one more thing.” Janis says, only slightly moving her head back to look at Regina fully as she moves her hand back to tug at the elastic in her hair. It comes out easily, her hair as smooth, golden, and silky as it’s always been, and falls around her face in curtains that makes the pit of Janis’ stomach tighten with a burning heat. “Jesus…”
Regina’s eyelids are heavy as she looks at Janis from beneath her lashes, unfairly dark and long.
Janis was a fool to believe she could ever fall out of love with this girl, no matter what she did to her. Eventually, they would always gravitate back to one another; Regina’s force just too strong. Janis would always end up surrounding herself in her; surrendering to her magnetism. Some things are just inevitable, like the way the Moon orbits the Earth, the rise of the tides, the turning of Winter to Spring, and the crash of Janis’ lips on Regina’s.
Oh, there you are , said her soul, it’s been awhile .
The kiss begins slow like molasses and sweet as honey, just their lips sliding together as Regina clings to Janis’ jacket like she’s suddenly going to vanish if she lets go of her. Janis’ hands slide into Regina’s hair, and she still silently marvels at how soft it is as she presses the blonde’s head closer and opens her mouth further to her, along with her very soul.
Regina makes this sound in the back of her throat and it drives Janis wild, makes her slide her hands down to Regina’s waist, then her thighs, and pull her even closer, until she’s fully seated in Janis’ lap with those long arms wound around Janis’ shoulders. Regina tilts her head and arches her back against Janis’ front when Janis’ hands find their way under her sweatshirt again, her fingertips pressing gentle indents into the skin of her sides, their lips growing warmer together and ever quicker as that heat spreads its way downward.
Janis’ lips find their way to the corner of Regina’s mouth and across her freckled cheek; her teeth lightly graze her sharp jawline as Regina sharply exhales through a smile, and those lips migrate south to Regina’s long, swanlike neck, pressing and nipping and sucking as Regina sighs and swallows beneath them. “Jan…” She whispers as Janis’ fingertips brush gently across her abdomen. Her skin is so warm but she has goosebumps nonetheless.
“Is this okay?” Janis asks against the juncture of Regina’s throat and shoulder, where the loose neckline of her sweatshirt is slightly tugged down. She indicates what she means with a gentle squeeze against her hip. “Is it okay that I’m touching you? I should have asked before I started. I’m s-“
“Shhh…” Regina shakes her head and moves to capture Janis’ lips in another kiss. “You’re nothing like those fucking…handsy fraternity boys.” She kisses her again and gently moves Janis’ hand up to her own breast, over her bra. “I trust you. I want you to touch me.” Regina presses forward against her hand. “ Please touch me.”
“Fuck yes,” Janis breathes out and then attacks her lips again, both of her hands pressing, squeezing, and massaging Regina’s breasts as the blonde sighs and whimpers above her. “Oh Reg , are you already turned on, just from this?” Janis asks when they come up for air, smirking at the other girl who already looks so thoroughly debauched.
Regina has the audacity to fucking bite her lip and nod, wriggling her hips in Janis’ lap as if that’s going to move things along faster and fuck , it just might. She looks like a fucking wet dream .
Janis quickly kisses her again, through her teeth, and then pulls away only to hook her fingers under the hem of Regina’s sweatshirt and pull it up and off of her, tossing it to the side carelessly. It lands, inside-out, over a chair, and then Janis’ lips are back on Regina’s throat, her hand holding the other side of it as she kisses and sucks the skin there. Her other hand continues to massage Regina over her bra, her thumb circling tightly over the pebbled raise of her nipple, and that makes Regina’s hips jump slightly. “ Fuck , Jay…” Regina’s noises are sinful, and Janis knows she’s growing impatient.
Janis pulls back to take a look at her, breathing slightly heavily as she takes her in. “Oh wow,” she smiles, “Are those…gummy bears?” Her thumbs gently brush over the colorful pattern on Regina’s heaving sports bra, teasingly repeating the small desperate noise Regina makes when she brushes over her nipples again. “I wonder if anyone knows how much of a secret dork you really are.”
“Shut up,” Regina breathes, leaning forward to harshly bite at Janis’ bottom lip as she pushes the jacket from her shoulders. “It’s laundry day tomorrow.”
Janis groans softly, helping her remove the offending item of clothing, and then her shirt as well, until they’re both left in their bras. Janis has always been slightly less gifted than Regina up top, something Regina used to gently tease Janis about, but now Regina just stares, blue eyes hungrily feasting upon the sight of Janis’ cleavage spilling out of her favorite maroon bra. “Shit…”
Janis watches her face, petting her hair gently. “You act like you’ve never seen tits before. Don’t you sleep with women now?”
Regina tears her eyes away from Janis’ chest to meet her eyes, those impossibly deep brown eyes. “Yours are different.”
“Yeah?” Janis laughs, but can’t help but turn slightly pink. “How so?”
“They’re yours.” Regina says it like it’s so simple, then reaches around and with the nimblest fingers Janis has ever felt in her life, unhooks her bra like it was no issue at all. Janis is floored, especially when she’s had issues with this bra, herself.
As the bra falls to her elbows and she flings it off, she blinks up at Regina in shock. “That was the most lesbian thing that’s ever happened to me. What the fuck?”
Regina can only smirk at her, once again happy to have the upper hand on something. “Practice.” She then crosses her arms and quickly pulls her sports bra up and off, tossing it to the side as well.
That’s when they pause. The point of no return. Half-naked in Janis ‘Imi’ike’s living room after three years of no contact and four years of hating one another…hate. Did they really hate?
Janis’ eyes roam over Regina’s body and Regina feels them like a caress, arching her back slightly to give the other woman a better look. Her hand rests on her own shoulder and Janis spies something that makes her smirk. “Do you have a tattoo?”
Regina looks down at herself and blushes, lifting her left breast so that Janis can see the script better. “I was…drunk.”
“ I’ll make it through the winter if it kills me ,“ Janis reads and then meets her eyes. “I like it. Do you regret it?”
Regina bites down on her bottom lip and then shakes her head, hair falling across her face as she does so. Janis reaches up to brush it away and then kisses her to soothe away the bite.
“I’m glad it didn’t kill you,” she whispers against Regina’s lips, and Regina isn’t sure if she’s talking about the winter or…
Janis kisses her again, and their lips slide together slowly but pick up speed and force as Janis presses forward and lays Regina out on her sofa, gently cradling the back of her head to make sure she doesn’t crash land on the cushions too quickly.
Janis slides herself between Regina’s legs and presses their torsos together as they kiss each other like time will stop just for the two of them, her hands sliding all over Regina’s skin now and making her shiver beneath her. Briefly, their tongues dance together and Regina feels the already boiling pit in her stomach grow ever hotter and spill over sticky sweet as she imagines how that pierced tongue will feel other places. Her hips roll up against Janis and she can’t stop her hands from moving to cup and squeeze Janis’ breasts gently between them.
“Fuck, Jay, you’re so beautiful,” Regina breathes into her mouth as she thumbs at her nipples and makes Janis gasp. “You’ve always been so beautiful.”
Janis nearly loses her mind when Regina ducks her head and takes a nipple between her lips, suckling softly and then flicking her tongue against it as she looks up at her with eyes as blue as the sea but dark and hungry with want, for her . Janis finds herself bucking her hips down against Regina’s as the blonde moves to give the same attention to her other breast. The woman is skilled with her mouth for sure, and Janis is fucked already.
“C’mere,” Janis nearly growls after Regina is finished leaving a purple mark on Janis right breast to match the one Janis left on Regina’s shoulder. She pulls the blonde up by the back of her neck, careful not to hurt her, and kisses her hungrily, all tongues and teeth and spit as her fingers work deftly at the button on Regina’s old denim and yank down on the zipper.
Regina pants into her mouth as they clumsily work to get her out of her jeans, throwing them to the side as if they’ve offended the both of them just by being difficult to remove. Janis then moves back in between Regina’s legs and immediately attaches her lips to one of Regina’s pink nipples, teasingly palming her through the material of her matching gummy-bear panties as her tongue wreaks havoc on her senses above. “Ohhh fuck! Oh fuck Jan-Janis!” Regina nearly shouts and that makes Janis groan against her skin, moving on to her other nipple as electricity shoots down her spine.
Regina is responsive , and Janis is eating that shit up. It nearly makes her feral, but she needs explicit consent before she goes further. Something tells her that the whining, whimpering blonde beneath her will be more than happy to give it, but she has to be sure. “Reg,” She nearly coos, moving up to watch her pretty face as she rubs at her through her panties. “Ohh baby, you’re already so wet. Should I take them off and touch you now? Is that what you want?”
“Mmm,” Regina only moans, eyes shut as she rolls her hips up against Janis’ hand.
“Mmm I know it feels good, but I need a yes from you or I stop.” Janis slows her hand and begins to pull away and Regina’s eyes fly open, flashing dangerously once again.
“No no, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop, Janis, Jay,” she grabs Janis’ wrist and leans up close to her ear, closing her thighs around Janis’ hand to trap it there, rocking her hips slowly against it, “You know what I want? You want to hear it? Okay babygirl, listen closely.” Regina smirks against her ear, every bit the apex predator once again, “I’m willing to be your whiny little bottom tonight, Janis ‘Imi’ike, but don’t think for one second that I don’t know exactly what I’m doing. What I want is for you to shove those long, beautiful artist’s fingers - three of them - inside me, stretch me out, and fuck me until I cry. Think you can do that for me?”
Janis’ lashes flutter as she listens to Regina’s voice, dipped low and almost threatening. It lights a fire inside her, so bright and hot, and Janis is incredibly down. “I can. I will try.” Janis nods, silently promising Regina to do her best.
Regina practically purrs against her cheek as she moves Janis’ hand beneath the elastic of her panties and deeper, spreading her legs until Janis can finally, finally feel her heat, and god is she hot. And so fucking soaked.
Janis cannot help but think of the boys who have lost their entire fucking minds clawing at the fences at the mere chance of getting to do exactly what Janis is doing right now. Of the boys who have done this and lost their minds afterwards because she wouldn’t give them a second chance. Of all the lovers and admirers Regina has driven mad with lust. Of the women who have done this and didn’t make the cut.
There’s only one explanation.
Regina George has a magic pussy.
Janis understands it now.
Oh fuck does she understand it.
Janis wriggles her wrist out of Regina’s grasp and takes over with a steadying breath, kissing her deeply and pushing her back down onto the cushions with her chest. Her fingers slip and slide against her folds with how wet she is before they find purchase and she remembers what she’s doing. Fuck yes , she’s been here before.
Regina George may have a magic pussy, but it’s still a pussy and Janis knows what she’s doing here.
She finds her clit easily. It’s small and likes to hide, but Janis is determined and the noises Regina makes when she gets the pads of her fingers on it are all the reinforcement she needs. She’s gentle at first, teasing, just making Regina’s breath hitch and making her whimper like she wasn’t just in Janis’ ear like a hungry lioness. Then, Janis is moving faster, applying more pressure, flicking her clit and starting a pattern that’s making Regina’s toes curl into the arm of the sofa. She’s getting louder and Janis is fucking delighted to learn that Regina George is a screamer, but she has neighbors, and it’s currently 1:45am on a Thursday morning, so she quickly uses her other hand to cover Regina’s mouth when she cums, watching her face as she goes through it. Regina wails beneath Janis’ hand and arches her back, squeezing her eyes shut and closing her legs around Janis’ hand as if it’s just too much. And god, does she get so much wetter . Janis continues rubbing her clit through Regina’s orgasm, even as she whines and bucks her hips, and Janis smiles down at her.
“Awww Reg, is it too much? Do you want me to stop?” Janis asks, watching her writhe.
Regina nods and barely gets out a “Yeah” before Janis completely removes her hand from Regina’s center with a small apology.
Regina can only laugh as she buries her beautiful face against Janis’ other hand. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever cum that fast…or that hard. What did you do to me?”
Janis smiles down at her and something crazy in her makes her say, “I don’t know. It must be the connection.”
Regina turns her head to look up at Janis with those piercing blue eyes and her lips quirk up softly, “Must be the connection”
Janis leans down to kiss her again and then pulls away to bring her fingers up to her lips, being sure to meet Regina’s eyes before wrapping her lips around them and sucking. The taste of Regina’s pussy explodes across Janis’ tongue and consumes her senses, her eyelids fluttering closed as she sucks the juices off of her digits and prepares them for what’s to come. Regina watches her the entire time, eyelids heavy and lips parted as she feels herself grow hotter and more desperate, quickly pulling off her own panties and tossing them to the side. “Shit, you look hot like that. Hurry up and put them inside me,” she says as she settles back against a pillow, spreading her legs for her childhood best friend and former high school enemy. Fuck , she’s beautiful everywhere .
Janis pulls her fingers from her lips and drags them slowly in a trail down the center of Regina’s chest, her stomach, and even further as the blonde practically vibrates in anticipation. She’s just about to dip her middle finger inside Regina’s warm center when the girl grabs her wrist, “Wait!” Janis immediately pauses and looks up into blue eyes for clarification. “Take off your shorts first. I shouldn’t be the only one naked.”
Janis pushes down a slight twinge of frustration from being so close to what she wants, and pulls her hand away, sitting back on her ass to unbutton and unzip her shorts. She pushes them down her legs and then kicks them off to join the rapidly growing mess of clothes on the floor before crawling back on top of Regina and kissing her. “Happy?”
“Well…you’re still not naked,” Regina pouts, making Janis snicker against her cheek, “but those panties are really fucking hot on you so I’m good for now.”
“Mm maybe I was looking for company too,” Janis purrs and nips at her jawline, dragging her fingertips against Regina’s waistline and making her squirm.
“Were you?” Regina asks, reaching down for her hand to take it between her own.
“Not really,” Janis admits, watching carefully as Regina brings Janis’ hand up to her mouth, “I don’t really do one night stands.”
“Mm, okay,” Regina acknowledges, then takes two of Janis’ fingers into her mouth, sucking on them long and slow with hooded crystalline eyes. Okay so Regina George has a magic mouth too.
She only releases them when they’re practically dripping wet, pushing her hand downward until Janis gets the idea. Then Regina’s hands go up beside her face and holy fuck , Janis could paint her just like this. She absolutely will.
When Janis sinks her fingers inside of her, Regina’s eyes roll back in her head and her back bows in a way that Janis is pretty sure would be painful if not for the flood of endorphins rushing through her system. “ Nnngh fuck , Janis, knew it would feel so good,” she says, pressing her hips downward against Janis’ hand, and that’s Janis’ cue to move.
Regina is drenched and scorching hot, squeezing Janis’ fingers like she never wants to let her go, and when Janis curls her fingers against the front of those soft textured walls, Regina makes a noise that Janis has never heard from the other girl in her life. Janis spends the first few minutes just feeling her, exploring her pussy with her fingers to see just what it is about her that drives every guy, and apparently every girl, in these Illinois state lines, batshit crazy. And she gets it now. She really does. (Actually she always has.)
Regina George has a magic pussy.
It’s when Regina begins clinging to her arms that Janis decides to get down to business and show her what she’s made of; that she can keep a promise. So she begins carefully thrusting her fingers inside of Regina’s pussy, just the two for now, because Regina tightens down around them so hard that Janis is momentarily worried her walls may snap her fingers. Regina’s eyes roll back in her head once more and she’s moaning loudly as her whole body moves with the thrusts of Janis’ fingers inside her. Honestly, Janis is slightly worried she’s hurting her so she leans down to kiss her and Regina responds by desperately kissing her back and moaning into her mouth for “More, more, more, please , more, Jan, please .”
So Janis carefully slips her pointer finger inside of Regina beside her other two and the stretch is filthy but it makes Regina tense up with pleasure and say Janis’ name in the most delicious way. Janis feels a burn starting in her forearm but she’s no quitter and Regina is taking her fingers so well, rolling her hips down against Janis’ hand and begging her to go faster and harder and when Janis curls them just so , Regina howls and Janis doesn’t give a shit about keeping her quiet anymore.
The sound of it is what’s driving Janis wild. Regina’s moans mixed with the sopping noise of her fingers moving in and out of Regina’s pussy has her soaking through her panties as she watches the blonde’s face contort and loosen as she climbs higher and higher and grows closer and closer. To give Regina George this much pleasure? It’s the most powerful feeling in the world.
Regina is now so tight around Janis’ fingers that she can barely move them, so high on pleasure that any touch is sure to feel electric. Janis has to be careful with how she handles her.
Hovering over Regina’s face, Janis uses her free hand to gently brush hair out of her eyes. “Look at me, Reg.” She says. “I want you to look at me when you cum.”
Regina is panting, teetering on the edge of oblivion, probably seeing stars and galaxies, but Janis only wants Regina to see her .
“Regina, look at me.”
Regina opens her eyes, so clear blue like the sky but nearly swallowed by the darkness of her pupils. She holds Janis’ gaze and her brows furrow as if she’s in pain. Probably so desperate it hurts.
“Good girl,” Janis says, and Regina’s lashes flutter, her breath picking up speed. Janis smirks, “Oh you like that, huh?” She gently thrusts her fingers and Regina whines, making Janis teasingly whine with her, her fingers picking up their pace once more and making Regina moan but never lose eye contact. She nearly loses it when Janis’ thumb joins the others, but circles on her clit, her walls clamping down impossibly tight around Janis’ fingers.
“Oh fuck, Janis!” Regina cries, actual tears rolling down her temples from the corners of her eyes.
“Yeah? Is that what you wanted?” Janis asks, continuing to rub her clit when she can’t thrust her fingers anymore.
“Mmmm mmhm,” Regina nods, “Oh fuck, I’m close. Ja-Janis!”
“Mm, why don’t you be a good girl and cum for me then?” Janis asks, curling her fingers upward as she does.
Regina only manages one more shaky inhale before she pulls Janis down into a half-kiss and then absolutely combusts, her walls gripping and spasming around Janis’ fingers as she cries out her name against her lips, grips bruises into her skin, writhes against the cushions, and bucks her hips, the skin of their lower halves growing considerably wetter between them.
She’s trembling as she comes down, clinging to Janis like a koala and pressing kisses against her shoulder, neck, and cheek as an apology for the bruises and scratches Janis will press her fingertips to later in memory of this evening.
Janis looks down between them as she carefully, slowly removes her fingers from Regina’s center, “Holy shit, did you squirt?”
Regina George has a magic pussy.
Regina laughs as she looks down too, noticing how wet Janis’ arm is, nearly up to her elbow. “Fuck, Janis. You and your magic fucking fingers.”
Janis ‘Imi’ike has magic fingers.
Janis brings her hand back up to her lips and sucks Regina’s cum off of them, breathing heavily at the taste of her. Next time, she definitely has to bury her face between those legs. But…what if there isn’t a next time? Janis feels her heart give a painful lurch at the thought, even as her tongue reaches between her fingers for more of Regina’s essence.
Regina just watches her, propped up on her elbows with her hair hanging like a curtain behind her and legs still spread obscenely. “Fuck, that almost makes me wanna let you make me cum again.”
Janis slides her fingers from her mouth and then leans down to kiss Regina deeply, sliding her tongue against the other girl’s to give her a good taste of herself. Regina moans into her mouth and cups the back of Janis’ neck, her other hand clenching at her side with a need to touch Janis’ skin. Regina is the first to pull away, panting desperately against Janis’ lips. “Lie back, get comfortable.”
Janis blinks at her but doesn’t need to be told twice, sitting back on her ass against the decorative pillows that Damian picked out and Janis threaded with multiple different colors. He would he horrified to know she was using them this way, but that doesn’t stop her from grabbing one and shoving it under her hips.
Heat pools in her lower stomach as she watches Regina slide from the sofa, to the floor in front of her, her hands pulling Janis to the edge of the sofa by her thighs. Janis is intoxicated by the swirling blue of Regina’s eyes, burning up at her from between her legs. “I heard Regina George doesn’t get on her knees for anyone.” Janis smirks, pushing her hair back.
“Mmm fuck what you heard,” she says, “Got an elastic?”
Janis reaches up into her own hair and removes the claw clip from her hair, offering it to Regina, “I have this?”
“That’ll work,” Regina grabs the clip and Janis is fascinated with the way Regina twists up her hair and clips it back out of her face, and how flawless she still looks.
Regina’s fingers hook over the elastic of Janis’ panties and slowly tug them down her legs, tossing them into the chair to join Regina’s jeans. Regina then uses her hands to gently push Janis’ legs apart, feasting her eyes upon the sight between them with a deep bite to her inner cheek that gives her a dimple. “Janis…oh, look at you.”
Janis is biting at her bottom lip as she watches Regina watch her, feeling slightly self-conscious even though she’s always been happy with how she looks and knows her hygiene is great too. Regina is just so beautiful so of course she feels anxious being studied by her.
“You’re perfect,” Regina purrs, and the lioness is back, dragging a single middle finger up through Janis’ soaking folds and across that spot that already has her toes curling. “Oooo so sensitive~ Did getting me off really turn you on this much?”
Janis nods and uses her hands to caress and squeeze her own breasts. When Regina looks up and sees that, her eyes grow dark and she licks her lips, pressing a kiss to the inside of Janis’ thigh. “You’re going to cum on my mouth only, okay? And then when you think you can’t, you’re gonna cum again.”
Janis nods, spreading her legs even further for Regina, a rush of warmth pooling in her gut. “Please Reg…”
“Shhh,” Regina smirks, moving in further and pressing kisses along her thighs, her hips, her belly and just just above where she really wants them. Each press of Regina’s lips or nip of her teeth drives Janis crazy, makes her shift her hips, and let out desperate little noises. Regina is such a tease .
When Regina deems Janis desperate enough, she finally gives in and presses a kiss directly to Janis’ clit. Janis immediately bucks her hips and lets out a high keening noise, her hands reaching out to grab something, anything . They end up finding purchase on Regina’s head, and Janis tries to be gentle, she does , but with the way Regina dives in after that initial kiss, Janis is lost to the world. She’s a fucking goner .
Regina George has a magic fucking tongue.
Regina George has a magic fucking tongue and she knows how to use the damn thing. She knows exactly how to flick it, wriggle it, slip it, slide it, and flatten it to wind Janis up until she can’t see straight. Regina is ravenous and feral and enthusiastic and she eats pussy like she fucking loves it. She fucks Janis with her tongue for a while like it doesn’t tire her out at all, then she switches to this pattern where she’s sucking and licking her clit off and on and Janis is going to lose her fucking mind. Plus, Regina is making all these noises like she’s the one getting eaten out and Janis is nothing if not an auditory type of girl so she’s living . It’s sloppy and wet and Regina has spit and Janis’ slick all over her chin, nose, and neck, but it’s so good and Janis tastes incredible.
Janis’ breaths come out shuddering and shaky as she climbs higher and closer to the edge, her back arching off of the pillow and her hand holding Regina’s face against her core as she suddenly couldn’t give a fuck if Regina can breathe or not. Regina doesn’t mind though, encouraging Janis’ grinding against her face by looping her arms underneath her thighs and helping her to do so.
Janis’ orgasm hits her like a freight train, her legs closing tight around Regina’s head as she holds her head against her and folds in on herself with a sharp, cut-off cry of the other girl’s name.
When she comes back to herself, Regina is petting her thigh and laying her cheek against the other, looking up at her with a gentle sort of adoration. Janis can only laugh because, “Your face is so wet.”
Regina laughs too and uses Janis’ skin to wipe herself clean, licking her lips afterward. “Thought I lost you for a second there.”
“Jesus… fuck . Where did you learn to do that?” Janis asks, reaching down to push a strand of blonde hair from her eyes.
“Do you really want to know that?” Regina asks, turning her head to press a kiss to Janis’ palm. “What if I told you I just really like eating pussy?”
Janis smiles down at her, “I can believe that.”
“I love it,” Regina purrs and nips at her inner thigh. “And not to sound funny but yours is the best pussy I’ve ever eaten.”
“Oh fuck.” Janis throws an arm over her eyes, half in embarrassment and half because she’s getting turned on again, “Really?”
“Yeah,” Regina leans down to kiss very gently over her clit again, making Janis moan softly. “You taste so fucking good.” She drags her tongue against Janis’ folds and Janis’ hips jump. “Mmm and sooo responsive. Now sit on my face.”
“Huh?” Janis blinks down at Regina in shock, propping herself up on her elbows, brows furrowed. “Sit on your-“
“My face, yeah.” Regina nods, patting her thigh. “Fucking sit on it.”
“Reg, I…are you sure?” Janis asks, watching as Regina turns around and rests her head back against the seat of the couch, looking up at her with those impossibly blue eyes.
“Yep, I’m super sure. Wouldn’t ask you to do it if I wasn’t.” She reaches out for Janis with grabby hands and it makes Janis smile softly at her. Regina doesn’t look like she’s being put out at all and if Regina wants this then fuck yeah , Janis will sit on her pretty fucking face. So she climbs on top of her and straddles her carefully, hovering over her face with a blush. “Mmm yeah, there we go.” Regina says from beneath her, “ Fuck you’re beautiful, Jan. Look at you .”
Janis groans as Regina drags her tongue hot, wet, and flat up her center without warning and then begins a steady rhythm against her clit. The build up is insane but soon Janis is bucking her hips above Regina.
The power of it is incredible. Janis never once dreamed she’d ever be in this position, perched atop Regina George’s face, grinding her pussy onto her tongue without a care in the world as to whether or not she can breathe. It feels like a fuck you to the old Regina who hurt her, the one who thought she was so much better than Janis ‘Imi’ike and literally every living breathing human person she met, that this lonely little lesbian art freak “pyromaniac” is getting off by using this pretty, popular girl’s mouth.
Regina is burying her face in Janis’ pussy, licking and sucking the soul from her body and gripping her ass with bruising force. But it’s when Regina uses one of her hands to slide two of her long, delicate fingers inside of Janis’ hole and begins thrusting them and rubbing them against her front wall that Janis nearly levitates off of Regina’s face and the sofa entirely, coming so hard and fast and violently that Regina swears she might black out from it.
She nearly does.
Janis is full-on panting when she comes down from her second earth-shattering orgasm and that’s when she hears Regina laughing at her. She lifts her hips from Regina’s very wet, pink face to give the gasping, laughing girl room to breathe and blinks at her. “What?”
“You got so fucking loud,” Regina snickers and turns to playfully bite at her thigh with those perfect teeth. “It was hot . But your neighbors definitely know my name.”
Janis covers her eyes with her hands and groans, sitting on the sofa. “I’m getting another noise complaint.”
“Yeah for sure,” Regina laughs again. “Don’t worry, it’s just because they’re jealous.”
Janis laughs at that, a little breathless and definitely sweating despite the cool air from the window being open. “Of course they are.” She leans down slowly and cups Regina’s face in her hands, kissing her deeply, but slowly.
This kiss is different from their other ones. This one isn’t in a rush to go anywhere. This one just is. It’s a kiss to show her how much she appreciates her, how much she fucking missed her. She doesn’t care that she can taste herself on Regina’s lips. Actually, that’s extremely satisfying. Gently, she pulls the blonde up into her lap once again, wrapping her arms around the other woman and holding her impossibly closer.
Regina’s hands are in her hair and holding her head as she takes control of the kiss as she’s used to doing, making Janis sigh against her lips. The breeze from the window has gotten considerably cooler since they entered the apartment and now raises goosebumps across their skin as it as it slides and sticks together.
Regina finally pulls away for air and rests their foreheads together, twisting a piece of Janis’ hair around her finger. “So you don’t do one night stands?” Her voice is soft but inquisitive, not demanding though. Just wondering.
“No,” Janis blushes, keeping her eyes closed so she can avoid looking at those eyes that always seem to peer into her soul. “I-I usually only have sex with someone after we’ve been dating for a while. At least a month. I need to know that they’re not gonna - that that’s not all they want.” She pauses. “Not that there’s anything wrong with one night stands and only wanting sex, it’s just…I’m kinda looking for-“
“More,” Regina agrees with a sigh. “I get it.”
“You do?” Janis asks, opening her eyes, those deep brow eyes opening to peek at the blonde.
“Sex is good. It’s really good. I love the sex” Regina begins, her fingers dancing light on Janis’ shoulder and then trailing down her arm. “In the moment. But then they roll out of bed and they get dressed and they leave and I’m alone again and it all just feels empty…again.” She sighs. “OR they get attached and they wanna move in after our second fuck and ruin my credit,” she laughs. “Then I get the ick and block them. There’s no in between.”
Janis smiles at her and lifts a hand to the side of Regina’s face, stroking her cheekbone. “Have you ever actually had a girlfriend?”
Regina averts her eyes, her smile dropping, and then shakes her head. “Not one that called herself that. You?”
“I’ve had a couple,” Janis admits.
“Were you ever in love with them?” Regina’s voice is quiet, small.
Janis pauses again, then lets out a long breath. “I thought so.” She closes her eyes again. “I thought I was in love with my second girlfriend. We dated for a year and a half. She…broke my heart. Cheated on me.”
“That bitch,” Regina frowns and that makes Janis laugh. She chooses not to mention Regina’s choice to cheat on Aaron Samuels in high school.
“Yeah, she was. It was after that that I started noticing other things too. Other red flags. She just wasn’t a good person.” Janis explains. “She had a lot of issues and she wanted me to fix all of them for her, but she wasn’t willing to put in any of the work to help herself, much less me. Most of the time she acted like she didn’t even really like me that much.”
Regina listened to Janis with a frown, shifting in her lap. “Wow, Jan. That’s shitty. You thought you loved her?”
“I did love her. As much as I could. But when she cheated on me, that was the last straw. There’s no coming back from that.” Janis clenches her jaw like she’s in pain. “Actually I haven’t slept with anyone since her so…it’s weird being here with you. I don’t know why I did this.”
Regina trails her fingers further down Janis’ arm, to her hand, and tangles their fingers. “Can I take a guess?”
“Sure,” Janis nods, curious.
“Maybe,” Regina begins, “there’s something here that’s always been there. We’ve known each other our whole lives, so it’s not like we don’t already have some kind of relationship. We-“
“We hated each other for four years.” Janis frowns. “You called me an obsessed lesbian.”
Regina ducks her head and her hair falls like a curtain in front of her face. “I was an idiot.”
“You were a bitch.”
“I gave up the only real friend I ever had for a stupid boy and a stupid fake life with friends who were either scared of me or hated me.” Regina admits. “And I made you hate me too.”
“I didn’t hate you.” Janis’ voice is quiet, almost a whisper.
“What?” Regina asks.
“I never hated you,” Janis says louder. “I wanted to. But I didn’t.”
“Why? I would have hated me.” Regina says.
“I don’t know. I think part of me always hoped you’d go back to being the old Regina…my best friend. I couldn’t forget when you were.” Janis shrugs, gently squeezing her hand. “And also I kept thinking about how much it must suck to have to keep pretending to be something you’re not just so people will like you.”
“Like screaming in the middle of a crowded room and no one can hear you.” Regina agrees. “But you didn’t think, after a while, that maybe that was just me?”
“Mm maybe partly, like you learned some of it as a defense mechanism, but the Regina George I know was kind of only mean to boys.” Janis laughs.
Regina laughs with her, “Yeah maybe I’m back to the old me then.”
“You’re mean to boys?” Janis asks with a smirk, gently tickling Regina’s sides and she squirms in Janis’ lap.
“I’m mean to men, yes,” Regina giggles, “Not to sound like a man-hating-lesbian but…if the shoe fits?”
“Lace that bitch up and run.” Janis agrees and pulls her into another kiss. “I’m glad.”
The kiss lasts for a while before Janis pulls away and pets Regina’s hair, “I…don’t really want this to be a one night stand.”
Regina searches her face and then a smile spreads over her face before she buries it in Janis’ neck, wrapping her arms around the other woman. Maybe the smoke is still swirling around her synapses because she feels great and she’s clinging to Janis like she doesn’t want to let go; like she used to when she was on a handful of painkillers and Regina was happily her friends’ resident teddy bear.
Or maybe she just really likes Janis ‘Imi’ike.
“I don’t either,” Regina mumbles against her skin before Janis can begin to doubt. “And not just because this is the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Janis smiles against her skin as well, clinging to the skin of her hips. “Same here.”
Regina just sits there like that, with her legs and arms firmly wrapped around Janis’ body, her face tucked tight against her throat. She’s not used to being held but this is nice. This is everything she didn’t know she needed. Janis moves her hands up to flatten against Regina’s back and tangle in her hair, holding her closer, and that breaks something inside her. Something that’s been hiding for a long time.
Regina cries.
Regina George never cries but she cries here, silently, against Janis’ shoulder, clinging to her tighter by the second.
Janis notices, of course she does, because it suddenly gets really wet against her shoulder, but she doesn’t say a word. She just holds her childhood best friend as she sniffles and soaks her skin, gently and carefully rubbing her back through it all until her sniffles die down and it grows quiet again. Janis fights back years of held back tears and grief just to give Regina this moment. It’s fucking hard being a woman, no matter how you shake it.
Regina pulls back, wiping under her red and puffy eyes with her fingertips. “If you tell anyone about this I’ll literally never speak to you again.”
Janis wants to ask if she means about her crying or about the sex too, but she doesn’t. She just says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Good girl,” Regina smiles and then kisses her, before climbing out of her lap and reaching for her water bottle, downing the rest of it. “Time is it?”
Janis slides off of the couch to search for her shorts and pulls out her phone when she finally finds them. “Shit, it’s 3:20 AM.”
Regina laughs as she pulls on her panties and checks her own phone. “I guess I’m skipping my 7:00 class.”
Janis frowns guiltily at her. “Sorry.”
Regina only shrugs and pulls on her sweatshirt. “It’s not a huge deal. I’m glad we did this.” She practically bounces over to Janis and leans down to kiss her, cupping the back of her neck. “But I should probably get going.”
Disappointment blooms in Janis’ chest and she immediately squashes it down. Of course she has to go. They’re adults with their own lives. They both have class today. So she just kisses the corner of Regina’s lips, helps her find the rest of her clothes, and walks her to the door in her underwear.
“Let me know if you want to smoke again, or if you want to buy I can put you in touch with a few places.” Janis says as Regina slips on her shoes.
Regina quickly clips her hair up in a neater style (with Janis’ clip) as she listens and then nods at her. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.”
Janis opens the door for her and the two of them awkwardly linger in the entrance for a moment before Janis says, “Will you be okay getting home?”
“Yeah, I’ll just-“ Regina lifts her phone, indicating that she’ll use Uber again. “See you around?”
“Yep,” Janis nods, pulling her sleeve over her hand. “Around.”
Regina lingers for another moment before walking out and giving Janis a small wave. Janis gives her a tight smile and shuts the door, leaning back against it with a deep sigh.
What the fuck?
And I guess that’s that.
Until Janis’ phone buzzes in her hand. And then buzzes again.
Janis opens her eyes and looks down at it. She has two messages from an unknown number and she opens them right away.
so
wanna get breakfast?
Janis has never opened her door so fast.