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FILL: Don't Get Yourself in Situations, Part 9

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"I think I've got you figured out," an unwelcome voice said behind Bill as she perused a line of dusty, cracked leather bindings along a high shelf.

Bill jerked, slipping her thumb along the treacherously sharp edge of a thick textbook page, and swore at the sting of pain that resulted. "Oh really," she said, hushed voice heavy with sarcasm as she turned to confront her tormentor. Even stowing herself at the back of the school's more obscure library had proven to be a fruitless gambit.

Arms akimbo, Tommy stood blocking her exit from the stacks. "Really," she said, chin lifted. She arched an unplucked, expressive brow. "You're a virgin. And you're scared about it."

"And you're a jackass!" Bill exclaimed. Her thumb twanged and she brought her hand up, pained. A cursory examination and a brief squeeze brought a line of red rushing to a previously bloodless white seam across the pad of her thumb. It culminated in a fat crimson drop near the knuckle. "Ugh."

"If anything, I'm a hardcore bitch," Tom corrected, stepping close and grabbing Bill's hand before she could protest.

"Don't-" Bill began, but it was useless. Tom was already popping Bill's thumb into her mouth, tongue laving gently over the wound. "That's disgusting. And unsanitary." Her eyes rolled up a little in unthinking pleasure as Tom licked at her thumb again, working it in her mouth.

"And you like it," Tom concluded, pulling off of her thumb with a wet pop.

"Nng," Bill responded, grinding her teeth. Her knees were weak and she didn't possess enough mental faculty to deny it.

"You ran away," Tom observed, keeping her hand captive as though to prevent a recurrence.

Bill pulled herself together. "You certainly weren't stopping me," she stated coldly, wrenching her hand from Tom's and taking a step back. There was no exit behind her, but the distance was symbolic.

"Bill, have you seen my pants? The best I can manage is a fast swagger," Tom said pathetically, reaching up to tug her dreadlocks with a deprecating look, before giving her a lopsided smile. "I'm no track star; I have to find other means to pursue you."

"Your friends are dicks," Bill said, folding her arms with a stubborn expression.

"Yeah, and if you'd stuck around, you'd have heard me chewing Joe out," Tom informed her. "I let them know where I stand on that shit. I'm serious about you."

Bill stood for a moment, breathing hard. "Why?" she wanted to know.

Tom scrunched her brows together and appeared to give the question serious thought. "Because you're everything I want," she said at last, advancing on Bill again.

Giving ground, Bill took another step back. "You could have anyone in the school," she argued.

Tom grinned. "It's true," she acknowledged. "I want you."

"Because I'm making it difficult for you?" Bill said, scornful.

"Oh, please," Tom said, and walked right up to Bill.

Bill, who promptly ducked under Tom's arm and attempted to retreat from the direction she had come.

"Ah, ah," Tom chided, whirling, and arms cinched around Bill from behind, holding her in place. Tom molded their bodies together.

Eyes fluttering shut as Tom's breasts pressed against her back, Bill was unable to contain the tiny moan that slipped free of her control.

"Say you don't want me," Tom said, mouth against Bill's ear, voice husky. "Go on and say it."

Bill's voice caught as she began to form the word. "I - I..."

Tom's hands fanned out over her ribs, holding Bill against her. "You can't," Tom concluded, reaching up a hand to sweep black hair from the back of Bill's neck. Trailing kisses from jaw toward Bill's nape, Tom murmured, "Nice tat. Chinese character? What does it mean?"

Sense flooded back into Bill's numbed brain and she ripped herself free of Tom's hold. "Independence," she snapped, and lunged forward to pick up her backpack from where she'd left it.

A gray-haired woman with her mouth set in a permanent sneer appeared at the end of the stacks. "Quiet in the library!"

Bill ducked her head and made a swift escape, counting on Tom's pants to hold her back.

"Can I at least have your number?" Tom's voice trailed forlornly after.

Bill's helpless giggle was disguised by the dragon-lady librarian hissing her displeasure again.

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