❛ She's an American Beauty. I'm an American Psycho. I think I fell in love again. ❜

SEASON 2, EPISODE 9
party guessed

TRIGGER WARNING: GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT

WILLOW FELT STRANGE as she sat in Dillon's van with her sisters and Blair as they headed to Lydia's birthday party; she had insisted that all of them attend. However, Lydia was incredibly convincing because she not only got Willow to go but also Dillon. He didn't even know her and seemed to hate almost every person he came into contact with.

⠀⠀⠀Not only that, but since Willow had been suspended, she felt out of the loop. However, Scott kept to her request and called her every night to keep her updated (including the situation at the club). In addition, Bridgette brought Willow her homework and gossiped about their classmates.

⠀⠀⠀Then, her dad (let alone her mom) allowed her to go to a party when she was grounded. Maybe Principal Argent really did calm her mom down when he called to inform her about her suspension because she was not as angry with her as she thought she would be. It could also be her brother back home, dropping the bomb that he had been kicked out from college that helped absorb some of her disappointment for her daughter.

⠀⠀⠀Dillon parked on Lydia's street, and where there were hundreds of cars in attendance at her last back-to-school bash, the road was now completely deserted.

⠀⠀⠀"It seems kind of dead," Dillon noted, looking out of the passenger's window to see if the lights were on. "Are you sure we're at the right house?" he asked, turning to look back at the girls in the backseat.

⠀⠀⠀"Definitely," Willow assured him, staring at the house as well, unable to forget the night everything changed.

⠀⠀⠀They got out of the van with confirmation while Stiles' Jeep turned down the street and parked behind them. He got out, waving at the five before shoving his hands into his pockets and joining the group.

⠀⠀⠀"Are you guys ready to part-ay?!" Stiles exclaimed, throwing his hands out to his sides while they stayed in his pockets and cheered quietly to mimic a crowd, stopping when no one cheered with him.

⠀⠀⠀"I'm down for a chill hang out because that's all this seems to be," Blair replied, turning to Willow with a slight smirk.

⠀⠀⠀The two girls laughed together while Stiles rolled his eyes, leading them to the front door. He rang the doorbell, and not even a second later, the door slammed open for them all to see Lydia. She stared back at them with a broad smile, a striped black, white, and gray dress that fit her nicely, with a dark liner under her eyes that she didn't typically wear.

⠀⠀⠀"Come in," she ushered them in, picking up a tray of glasses and holding them out to the group.

⠀⠀⠀"Happy birthday, Lydia," Willow forced herself to say with a tight smile as she followed the line to greet her.

⠀⠀⠀Lydia smiled back, equally as forced, and nodded.

⠀⠀⠀"Punch?" she asked.

⠀⠀⠀Willow smiled awkwardly, taking a glass, then one for Blair, passing it over to her.

⠀⠀⠀"Thanks," Willow told her, raising her glass in faux cheers as she nodded her head, indicating that Blair should follow her.

⠀⠀⠀"Well, that wasn't brutally awkward," Blair laughed as they walked through the hallway and toward the backdoor where the rest of their friends were gathered.

⠀⠀⠀"Shut up," Willow told her, trying to keep from laughing as well. "I was trying to be nice."

⠀⠀⠀"So was she!" Blair exclaimed, the two making it onto the porch and standing with their group along with Allison and Scott, who arrived before them.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah, no one's here," Stiles commented, frowning as he looked around the backyard.

⠀⠀⠀"Maybe it's just early," Scott said, trying not to make a big deal of the apparent change in Lydia's social status, but they all knew it was a stretch. It was already nine o'clock, and half the student body should've been in attendance by now.

⠀⠀⠀"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whack job," Stiles retorted, turning to look at Lydia. Everyone followed as they stared at her as she stood alone with her tray of drinks.

⠀⠀⠀"Well, we have to do something," Allison told them with a pity smile for her friend. "We've completely ignored her for the past two weeks."

⠀⠀⠀"She's completely ignored Stiles the past ten years," Scott retorted.

⠀⠀⠀"That's... true," Stiles reluctantly replied.

⠀⠀⠀"We don't owe her a party," Scott concluded, determined.

⠀⠀⠀"Why do we care if we owe her a party?" Blair asked them in a hushed whisper, raising a brow. "I thought we came to party."

⠀⠀⠀"She has a point," Willow stated as she pointed over to her girlfriend. "We came here to get drunk and not worry about all the shit that's been happening."

⠀⠀⠀"Willow's right," Allison stated. "We have a chance to get back to normal."

⠀⠀⠀"Normal?" Scott questioned her, dumbstruck.

⠀⠀⠀"She wouldn't be the town whack job if it wasn't for us," Allison explained with a shrug.

⠀⠀⠀Their eyes turned back to Lydia for a moment, seeing her distraught expression at the fact it was only them at her party and no one else. Scott let out a long sigh, regretting what he would say next.

⠀⠀⠀"I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here," Scott said.

⠀⠀⠀"I also know a few people that could get this thing going," Willow stated, pulling her phone out.

⠀⠀⠀"Who?" Allison asked curiously, furrowing her brows as she looked down at Willow's phone then back to her face.

⠀⠀⠀"Oh," Stiles said, nodding his head as he recognized who Willow was contacting. "We met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party," he told Allison for Willow with a wide smile.

⠀⠀⠀Willow stepped away from them, her phone to ear, and when they answered, she exclaimed, "Sahara! Hey, girl, listen—"

SCOTT'S LACROSSE TEAM came to help fill in some space at the party and their friends and partners, but Sahara and her friends were the ones to really bring the party. Every area of Lydia's house was full of people, music blasting, and bodies pressed together.

⠀⠀⠀While everyone else seemed to be having a good time, Stiles mended relationships. Specifically Allison and Scott's.

⠀⠀⠀"Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what?" he asked Scott. Allison looked over at them, or instead looked at Scott, longingly and then back to her drink glumly.

⠀⠀⠀Scott looked up, glancing at Allison, then Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀"Why should I apologize?" he asked, confused.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles thinned his lips, staring at Scott like he was an idiot.

⠀⠀⠀"Because you're the guy," Stiles told him simply. "It's, like, what we do."

⠀⠀⠀"But I didn't do anything wrong," Scott replied.

⠀⠀⠀"Then you should definitely apologize," Stiles reiterated, nodding his head. "See, any time a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong. Just look at Willow and me."

⠀⠀⠀Scott rolled his eyes, "I'm not apologizing."

⠀⠀⠀"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?" Stiles asked him patronizingly, raising a brow.

⠀⠀⠀"Probably," Scott sighed, looking up at his best friend. "Why do you care, anyway?"

⠀⠀⠀"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here," Stiles explained, throwing his hands out to emphasize his point. "I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You and Willow are gonna be held back in school. Willow's already been suspended. And, if on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker-like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."

⠀⠀⠀Scott stood suddenly, his jaw slack, before saying, "Don't stab yourself in the face."

⠀⠀⠀"Why not?"

⠀⠀⠀"Because Jackson's here," he muttered.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles turned to follow his line of sight, seeing Jackson stiffly enter the party, glaring their way. Then, Lydia approached him, handing him a glass and smiling at him.

IF IT WEREN'T for Blair somehow being able to keep Willow's nerves from frying, Willow would've left the party by now. Instead, however, she had been dancing and flirting with Blair for a while on the back patio. They occasionally talked to Sahara or one of the other girls from the Jungle when they walked over.

⠀⠀⠀Blair looked around at the party, her gaze stopping not far from them, a smirk twisting onto her lips. Then, finally, she looked back at Willow and nodded her head.

⠀⠀⠀"They seem to be getting along pretty well," Blair noted as Willow turned around.

⠀⠀⠀On one of the columns attached to the roof, Stiles was pinned back by Dillon, and the two were making out rather intently. Even as people drunkenly walked past them, occasionally bumping into them and screaming in their ears, there was no letting up.

⠀⠀⠀"Damn!" Willow exclaimed, turning away when something in her stomach started to churn. A familiar feeling she didn't want to delve into. "I knew they were messing around a little, but..."

⠀⠀⠀"We are at a party," Blair commented, shrugging her shoulders innocently as she stepped an inch closer. "With drinks and dancing and really wanting to make out with someone."

⠀⠀⠀Willow let a smile spread across her face as Blair spoke while she got close enough so that their noses were touching. Her blue eyes were deep like the ocean and peered right into her own. Blair waited for Willow to make the first move, and she did, pressing her forehead against Blair's. Then Blair put her hands on her waist, and Willow followed by getting even closer, so they were chest to chest. They danced like that for a minute, waiting for the other to continue, teasing to see who would relent first. Finally, Blair took it a step further, letting her lips ghost over Willow's.

⠀⠀⠀Willow couldn't handle it. The temptation and burning hot desire forming within her stomach had her slamming her lips against Blair's and pushing her back, so they were kissing deeply. Her hands moved from Blair's waist and up into her hair, tangling it within the tight strands and forcing it out of the ponytail so she could tug Blair closer.

⠀⠀⠀Blair laughed into the kiss, stumbling some but bringing herself back. She held Willow by the back of the neck, pressing herself back in and darting her tongue out and over Willow's. Willow let out a soft noise that had Blair digging her nails into the skin of her neck at the sound.

⠀⠀⠀"That was so hot, babe," Blair whispered, moving only a breath away so she could then move back in to kiss her deeply.

⠀⠀⠀Blair took control, her tongue moving past Willow's lips and into her mouth. Willow felt like Blair was sucking the life out of her as she kept her from breathing to stay close. Although Blair needed to breathe too so, she pulled away, both taking in labored breaths.

⠀⠀⠀Willow leaned back in, but Blair stopped her, resting her finger against her lips. Dejected, Willow looked at her and feared the worst. Fearing that she was the worst kisser Blair had ever kissed and wanted nothing else from her. However, when Willow looked at Blair, she realized that wasn't the case. Instead, her eyes were hooded with lust, lips curled into a devilish smile, and she looked just about ready to take her out.

⠀⠀⠀"We should go to your place," Blair told her breathlessly.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah," Willow nodded, dazed. "We should."

⠀⠀⠀"Let's go before Dillon realizes I stole his keys," Blair told her, taking one of Willow's hands and pausing, turning to her with a small smile. "Again."

⠀⠀⠀Willow laughed at her statement before they went sneaking through the backyard. They sank, so their knees were bent, and they hid within the crowd before Dillon spotted them.

⠀⠀⠀Blair found his jacket with ease, dug into the pockets, and pulled out his keys. She grinned, holding them up, so they clinked together, and Willow grinned back.

⠀⠀⠀Looking over to Stiles and Dillon, they were reassured that the two were still heavily distracted by the other before they went running. They made it past the gate, out into the front yard, and slowed down as they got to the van laughing loudly at their great escape. They paused for a second to catch their breath before hopping inside the van.

⠀⠀⠀Blair took to driving, turned on the car, and looked at Willow.

⠀⠀⠀"Are your parents—" Blair asked, looking worried for not having asked earlier.

⠀⠀⠀"—No, they shouldn't be until a little later," Willow assured her with a giddy smile. "We have time."

⠀⠀⠀"Great," Blair grinned back, smiling wickedly back at her before pushing full-throttle on the gas.

WILLOW AND BLAIR were just standing in her room. Staring at each other. Willow could feel her limbs shaking at the idea of touching Blair now like they hadn't been full-on making out less than twenty minutes before. She stared at Blair with wide eyes, not sure where to start or what to do; she just wished Blair would do something. Take charge because they were doing it, actually about to do it and this wasn't like with Stiles. Two nervous teenagers going a little too far, they both knew where this was going.

⠀⠀⠀On the other hand, Blair patiently waited about two feet from Willow, wanting to give her the time and space to get her bearings. She smiled sweetly back at Willow, but still, nothing happened.

⠀⠀⠀Blair opened her mouth to say something, but Willow quickly cut her off.

⠀⠀⠀"Would you start?" Willow asked, pinching her eyes together, so she didn't have to look at her face.

⠀⠀⠀Blair didn't respond, delicately stepping across her room and standing in front of Willow. Her hand caressed against Willow's jaw, and the touch seemed to cause Willow's eyes to flutter open. Blair watched her fingers trail Willow's jaw then back to her eyes when it fell off. The gaze had Willow's heart beating a thousand times faster than before.

⠀⠀⠀"Tell me what you want," Blair told her, leaning into pepper kisses along her jaw and neck but didn't stick around to give Willow any sense of satisfaction.

⠀⠀⠀"You."

⠀⠀⠀Blair chuckled, leaning back from her, and made a tsk at Willow from her response.

⠀⠀⠀"Obviously," Blair retorted, rolling her eyes.

⠀⠀⠀She pressed her steady hand against Willow's chest just above her breast and forced her back onto her bed. Willow laid there, unmoving, and didn't move further from her nerves until Blair was hovering over her.

⠀⠀⠀"Do you want soft and loving?" Blair asked, hips rolling against hers and lips pressing down with just a hint of pressure. The kiss was long and less passionate than before, holding Willow in a teasing lock before their lips parted. Willow's breath came out shaky when she was released, and Blair's eyes fluttered to hers, staring for a moment, fingers trailing like brush strokes against her skin again.

⠀⠀⠀"Or—?"

⠀⠀⠀Blair managed to slip Willow onto her stomach, a moment of confusion for Willow as her jaw hit against the mattress, her teeth clicking against each other. Blair's arm was holding tightly onto the front of her jeans, pressing the length over the fabric of her crotch, and her mouth whispered tauntingly into her ear.

⠀⠀⠀"Do you like it rough?"

⠀⠀⠀Willow still didn't know how to respond. Her head spun from the feeling, the terrifying nervousness as Blair's finger trailed shapes against the nape of her neck, waiting for her answer. Finally, Blair's hand unbuttoned her jeans, removing her arm from its hold, and laid on her back beside Willow, staring at her.

⠀⠀⠀"Or do you just like being in control so much that the idea of not turning you on?" Blair asked, raising an eyebrow, her hands clasped over her stomach, and Willow felt empty without Blair's hands all over her.

⠀⠀⠀"I just—I just want you," Willow managed to say, her words shaking when she told her, knowing that it wasn't what Blair wanted to hear.

⠀⠀⠀Blair let out an annoyed breath, standing to her feet and stepping away, so her back was to the bed. Willow returned to an upright position, her elbows pushing her up as she fretted over Blair's reaction.

⠀⠀⠀"I, uh, I don't know what I want," Willow admitted with a frown, worrying her brow from Blair's reaction. "This is my first time."

⠀⠀⠀"I know," Blair sighed, turning back to her as she bit down on her lip. "I just, I want this to be special for you," she explained, walking back to Willow and sitting on her lap.

⠀⠀⠀"Let's just... Let's just see where this goes," Willow told her with a small smile to try and lift Blair's mood back up. "We don't have to think that hard about it."

⠀⠀⠀"I know, but—"

⠀⠀⠀Willow moved forward quickly, taking Blair's lips on her own before she could continue to worry about her. Blair returned it, kissing her deeply. They stayed seated for a minute before Blair pushed Willow back with her, tongue slipping past her lips again to twirl around Willow's. Her hands were digging into Willow's hip bones, holding her as close as she could as she craned over Willow in their half-laying, half-seated position.

⠀⠀⠀Willow's hands slipped cautiously up Blair's shirt, fingers causing Blair to shiver as she ghosted over her skin, hesitating to touch her closer. Blair removed one of her hands from Willow's hip, following Willow's hand, and helped press it against her breast dipping it within her bra. Willow's hand rested awkwardly on it, unmoving, and Blair couldn't help but laugh.

⠀⠀⠀She parted from Willow, smiling widely, and said quickly, "Sorry, sorry, it's just—Knead it."

⠀⠀⠀"Knead it?" Willow asked, furrowing her brows.

⠀⠀⠀"Like," Blair started, laughing at what she was about to say. "Like dough."

⠀⠀⠀"Like dough," Willow muttered, determined as she squeezed her hand kneading Blair's breast. 

⠀⠀⠀Blair let out a soft moan at the feeling of Willow's hand playing with her, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she sat with it before her eyes opened again. 

⠀⠀⠀"That's perfect, baby."

⠀⠀⠀Willow let a smile slip, but before she could look back to Blair fully, she was attacking her mouth fervently against Willow's. Her tongue filled up her mouth, and her hips rolled over Willow's in measure to the kneading of her breast. She let the moment stick for only a moment before she moved away, breathing hot air over Willow's face.

⠀⠀⠀"I want to see you," Blair told her simply. "All of you."

⠀⠀⠀Willow gulped at her demand but nodded, wanting the same. Willow removed her hand from Blair's chest and pulled her shirt, so she was left in her bra. Blair's hands then sank to Willow's shirt, lifting the ends and forcing her out of the shirt. Blair bent back down, pressing hot kisses against Willow's jaw, trailing down her neck, then her chest around her breast still covered by her bra and down to her stomach.

⠀⠀⠀Blair was on her knees at the end, Willow in front of her face and the button of her jeans still unbuttoned, so all she had to do was drag the zipper down slowly, creating a strain in Willow's patience.

⠀⠀⠀Willow looked down at Blair as she pulled her jeans down and off her legs, throwing them to the side, and stared at the thin underwear between her lips and Willow's. Blair didn't pull down her underwear. Instead, she kissed along her thighs. Hence, the tension within Willow's stomach continued to tug, barely able to stay together. Blair was near her crotch, lips hovering over the fabric as she placed a sweet kiss—

⠀⠀⠀BEEP! BEEP!

⠀⠀⠀Willow jumped high into the air over the sound of her parent's car parking into the driveway. The doors slammed shut, interrupting the two girls' heated moment and dulling it into nothing. She could hear her siblings chatting and her mom's heels clicking against the driveway as her dad led them inside, moments until they walked in.

⠀⠀⠀"Shit," Willow exclaimed, pulling on her shirt and running to find her pants. "We can do this again, soon, whenever, wherever, you name it, but you have to go, I'm sorry."

⠀⠀⠀"Don't worry, babe," Blair whispered sweetly, dragging Willow back to her for one last kiss before their night was over. She pulled back, lips sticking for a moment before they were finally parted. "We're just getting started."

⠀⠀⠀Blair's once sweet and understanding face that had allowed Willow to find a sanctuary in melted. First, her brows lowered, then her eyelids, and finally her lips as they twisted into a scowl. Then, the look in her ocean eyes pooled into the depths rather than the shore allowing Willow to see into something sinister.

⠀⠀⠀Blair curled her first in between the few seconds Willow was allowed to read her expression, and the next thing she knew was the stinging pain in her temple as black dots swelled her vision.

AUTHOR'S NOTE —

I wasn't lying when I said nothing would happen at Lydia's party :)

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SONG: American Beauty/American Psycho by Fall Out Boy

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