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Samara swallowed hard, her gaze flickering down to Siobhan's mouth for just a moment before snapping back up.
Then Siobhan began to move.
It started slow, just a subtle role of her hips against Samara's.
But it was enough to make Samara's breath catch, her fingers tightening on Siobhan's hips, her hands had found themselves there on their own. God, she could already feel how wet she was. Every brush of their bodies sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
"That's it," Siobhan murmured, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down Samara's spine. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Samara's ear as she spoke.
"we can get loud, nobody's home"
Samara's cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, giving Siobhan better access. This woman had a way of making her feel like putty in her hands, and she wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or thrilled by it.
Siobhan's became more deliberate, her hips grinding against Samara's with a rhythm that made it impossible to think straight. Samara's legs trembled, her body responding eagerly to every press and roll. She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape, but it was no use. A whimper slipped out, and Siobhan chuckled, clearly pleased with herself.
"I can feel how much you want this."
Samara just nodded. Too lost in the sensation to care what she was saying. Too drunk to care.
She had a dull ache that persisted, though.
But all she could focus on was the growing ache between her legs, the way every movement brought her closer to the edge. She needed more.
Anything to make sure she didn't think about Kamala, at least for the night.
As if reading her mind, Siobhan suddenly stepped back, leaving Samara laying there, Siobhan swaying slightly on unsteady legs as she moved to stand above Samara. Before Samara could protest, Siobhan bent down, her hands sliding up Samara's calves to grasp the straps of her heels. With practiced ease, she slipped them off one by one, letting them fall to the floor with a soft clatter.
Samara's breath hitched again as Siobhan straightened, her hands moving to the button of Samara's pants next. She made quick work of it, peeling the fabric down Samara's legs and dropping it to the floor. Then came her shirt, lifted over her head and tossed aside without issue. Within moments, Samara lay completely bare beneath her, her skin running cold.
If she felt self-conscious, it didn't show.
Siobhan looked hungry.
She was.
Those dark eyes roamed over every inch of Samara, her breasts, her stomach, the dip of her hips.
"I thought you were hot before, damn..." Siobhan breathed, closing the distance between them again. Her hands settled on Samara's waist, her thumbs stroking gently along her hip bones.
"you are Absolutely fucking gorgeous."
Samara managed upright, her hands finding their way to Siobhan's shoulders. This time, she tugged lightly, urging Siobhan closer.
"Your turn," she said, her voice husky with need. She was doing this.
Siobhan raised an eyebrow, amused.
"don't rush me, I can't look at you or something? " she joked before in one fluid motion, she stripped off her own clothes, revealing inch after inch of her to Samara.
Samara's breath caught as she saw her in full, though. The initial excitement was short-lived. Though she didn't let it show.
And then Siobhan was on her again, pressing her back against the bed as her lips claimed Samara's in a searing kiss. It was hungry, demanding, and Samara melted into it, her hands tangling in Siobhan's hair. She tasted like alcohol and lust, and Samara couldn't get enough.
When Siobhan finally pulled away, Samara was left panting, her lips swollen and tingling. But before she could recover, Siobhan dropped to her knees, her hands sliding up Samara's thighs to spread them apart. Samara's eyes widened, her pulse racing as Siobhan looked up at her with that same devilish grin.
"Relax," Siobhan murmured, her breath ghosting over Samara's most sensitive area.
"I know what I'm doing."
And then her tongue was on her, licking a slow, tortuous path that made Samara's legs shake. She braced herself against the sheets, her head tipping back as a moan tore from her throat.
Sweet Jesus.
Siobhan was relentless, her tongue working in ways that left Samara trembling, ways that she'd never imagined trying on Kamala, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her.
Every flick, every swipe brought her closer to the edge, and soon Samara was writhing, her hips rocking against Siobhan's mouth as she begged incoherently.
"Please-oh God, don't stop-"
But Siobhan didn't speed up. If anything, she slowed down, her movements becoming even more deliberate. She was drawing it out, drawing out every sound, every twitch of Samara's body.
Samara was powerless to stop her.
When the climax hit, it was shattering. Samara's back arched, her entire body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Siobhan stayed with her through it all, drinking her in until Samara's body gave out, and she collapsed back onto the bed, Siobhan climbing up beside her.
For a moment, they lay there in silence, the only sound the ragged gasps of their breathing. Then Siobhan rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she gazed down at Samara with a satisfied smirk.
"That old lady fuck you like that?" she asked, her voice lilting with amusement.
Samara groaned, half-heartedly swatting at her. "Shut up."
But Siobhan didn't stop there. Instead, she reached down, taking Samara's hand and guiding it between her own legs.
"Now," she said, her tone firm but not unkind, "it's your turn"
Siobhan's fingers wrapped around Samara's wrist, guiding her hand with a deliberate slowness that sent a shiver down her spine. The warmth of Siobhan's thighs pressed against Samara's palm, and she could feel the dampness waiting for her, the heat radiating through already tender skin.
"Aye, look at me" Siobhan murmured, her voice low and commanding, yet softened by the faintest hint of encouragement. Her eyes locked onto Samara's.
Samara hesitated, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to focus. Her mind was still reeling from what had just happened, her body humming still. But now, under Siobhan's gaze, she felt... exposed.
unsafe.
Like she was being tested, and she wasn't sure if she'd pass.
"I-I don't know if I can-do this... like you w-" Samara started, but Siobhan cut her off with a soft chuckle, her lips curling into that devilish smirk again.
"You can," she said simply, "You will." She nodded, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"You just need to learn. Watch."
She shifted slightly, pressing Samara's fingers higher, guiding them along the slick folds between her legs.
Samara shuddered at first, unsure of any of this.
But Siobhan's hand over hers was steady, patient, coaxing her into a slow, circular motion that drew a soft moan from Siobhan's lips.
She tried to pull away, but she just held tighter.
"Like this," Siobhan whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their mingling breaths.
"Slow. Gentle. But don't be afraid to-" She paused, biting her lip as Samara's fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot.
"-don't be afraid to firm up. Just... pay attention."
Samara swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to give her clues. Still she persisted, grinding herself down on Samara's hand.
"Good," Siobhan breathed, her hips arching ever so slightly into Samara's touch. "Just like that. You got it..."
The praise sent a jolt of warmth through Samara's chest, beckoning her. A fire-like heat spread across her body, she leaned closer to Siobhan, hand still held between her legs, eyes fixed on her face. She could feel the way Siobhan's body moved not even with her touch, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed as she slid along her.
"I'm not even mo-" Siobhan's eyes shot open, pure disgust evident in them, but before Samara could choose to pull away or not her lips meant Siobhan in a feverish kiss. Her fingers are pulling at Samara's hair.
She wasn't holding on.
She was making sure she couldn't move without getting hurt.
Her fingers clinched harder around her wrist, she knew it would be red in the morning, but she laid still.
Siobhan spoke again, her words cutting through the haze of arousal like a knife.
"Tell me," she said, her voice husky but sharp, "Did she teach you anything? Or did they just take what they wanted?"
The question caught her off guard, dredging up memories she hadn't thought about, again.
"I... I never-used my hands on her-" Samara trailed off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"It wasn't like this. I've never tried to um..."
She wasn't lying. Kamala may have only wanted her body, but god when Kamala left a mark she liked it, Siobhan, she wanted to pry her hands from around her, though she loved the way she made her feel.
So warm. So calming. 'She stood up for me' 'She brought me those drinks, she listened to me when I told her about Kamala'
Siobhan's expression softened, though there was still a glint of something dangerous in her eyes. She reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from Samara's face as she leaned in closer.
"Well," she said, her lips grazing Samara's ear, "that changes now. You're not just going to lie back and take it anymore. I'm gonna make you learn."
She nodded, Siobhan gathered a clump of Samara's head and yanked, eyes telling her to move her hand. Or else.
And she did.
Still with the vice grip that Siobhan maintained.
She couldn't stop if she wanted to.
Siobhan's breath hitched, her hips lifting off the bed as she buried her face in the crook of Samara's neck.
"That's it," she gasped, her voice trembling.
"Don't stop. Just-"
Samara didn't need to be told twice. Her fingers worked faster now, driven by a want to get away. The sounds spilling from Siobhan's lips, and the way her body arched and shuddered beneath her touch, made a drunken Samara believe the girl was processed. She could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter until-
Siobhan's hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of the sheets as her back bowed off the bed.
A strangled cry escaped her lips, raw and unfiltered, as her hips bucked uncontrollably against Samara's hand. For a moment, it seemed like she might break apart completely, her entire body trembling.
And then, just as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
Siobhan fell back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her grip on the sheets loosened, her fingers splaying out limply against the mattress. The ones holding Samara's wrist had loosened enough for her to pull away. But still she didn't move.
Samara watched her, her own heart racing as she processed what she'd just done.
Siobhan turned her head, meeting Samara's gaze with a lazy, satisfied smile. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, her hair tousled and sticking to her forehead with sweat. She looked... breathtaking... Samara had to admit
"Not bad," she murmured, Samara laughed nervously, pulling her hand back and wiping it awkwardly on the sheets. "I guess I'm a fast learner."
Siobhan chuckled, reaching up to trail a finger along Samara's jawline. " don't get too cocky. Cause' we ain't done"
December 24th
Kamala sat in the empty room she had turned into her temporary office. The silence of the morning weighed heavily on her, broken only by the occasional creak of the old floorboards. Willis had come by earlier to inform her that Claire and her team would arrive at 10.
It was already 9, and Samara was supposed to have been there an hour ago.
She sighed, dismissing Willis with a quiet "Okay," before returning to the stack of papers in front of her.
She needed to fine-tune her arguments, but her focus kept slipping.
A knot of unease settled in her chest, Claire had a way of stirring up old wounds Kamala wished never had exsisted.
But she had something to deal with her incase she wanted to tango.
Her phone buzzed, breaking her concentration. An unknown number lit up the screen. She frowned and hesitated before opening the message.
It was Claire.
Kamala's blood ran cold as she read the text. What does she want now? She already had enough ammunition against Kamala; why was she reaching out?
Quickly, Kamala typed back
Kamala
"Hello. What do you want?"
The reply came almost immediately.
Unknown
"Excited to see you again. It's been a long time."
Kamala rolled her eyes and responded sharply
Kamala
"For good reason."
Claire didn't let up.
Unknown
"We're too old to be holding grudges, don't you think? Besides, part of that reason involves you... "
Kamala's fingers paused before she typed:
Kamala
"What you did isn't something anyone forgets. And what did you do after me? It just makes it worse."
The conversation stalled for what felt like an eternity. Kamala tried to refocus on her notes, but her gaze kept darting back to the phone. When it buzzed again, she felt her stomach twist.
Unknown
"When we get there, let's be civil attorneys. I think we could both use a clash of wits. I'll have my team stay quiet. Let's throw punches and let the interns jump in when needed."
The message ended with a smug face emoji.
Kamala scowled, tossing her phone into her purse with an exaggerated sigh. "How the hell did she even get my number?" she muttered to herself.
-
Siobhan stirred awake at the sound of her bedroom door creaking open. Still wrapped around Samara, she lifted her head groggily to see Daniel standing in the doorway, his jaw practically on the floor.
"Do you even know that girl's name?" he asked, his voice pitched with barely contained excitement.
Siobhan rolled her eyes, tightening her arm around Samara's waist. "Samara."
Daniel's expression lit up like he'd just struck gold. He started waving his arms and jumping around.
"Samara? Oh my God, Samara! Do you know what this means?"
Siobhan frowned, confused. "No, but I'm guessing you're about to tell me."
Daniel leaned in, whispering furiously, "You've got her! That's Clair's opponent's intern! This is gold. Do you know how good this is?!"
Before she could respond, Daniel was already pulling out his phone. "I gotta call Clair-"
He froze, eyes darting to the clock on the wall. "Crap! It's already 9. I've got twenty minutes to get there." He shoved his phone back in his pocket, pointing a finger at Siobhan.
"Just-just make sure you get her number."
He bolted out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The sound jolted Samara awake. She groaned, squinting at the bright light streaming through the window. Still half-asleep, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the time.
"Oh, shit. Oh, no, no, no!" she yelped, shooting up from the bed.
"Relax," Siobhan said lazily, propping herself up on her elbows
But Samara was already scrambling to find her clothes, her movements clumsy and frantic. Her head pounded, and she could barely keep her balance, the remnants of last night's alcohol still in her system.
She managed to locate her damp pants, but as she pulled them on, she noticed Siobhan sitting on the bed, holding her underwear with a smirk.
"Don't you need these?" Siobhan teased, twirling the fabric on her finger.
Samara flushed, reaching out to grab them. "Yes, give them to me."
Siobhan caught her by the chin, leaning in to plant a firm kiss on her lips before handing them over. Samara stumbled back, stunned by the kiss and overwhelmed by the smell of the room sex, sweat, and alcohol.
It all came rushing back, and the weight of her regret settled heavily in her chest.
Her lip trembled as she tried to sort through her thoughts, but Siobhan was already standing, her own phone in hand.
"Your number?" she asked casually.
Samara gave it reluctantly, her mind too frazzled to argue. As she buttoned her shirt, she asked, "Do you have anything I can wear to work? And... Can you give me a ride?" God, she felt like a bum to be asking, but she was desperate
Siobhan chuckled, leaning against the closet door. "A ride and a wardrobe change? this is starting to sound like a two-date minimum."
Samara glanced at her nervously, unsure if she was joking.
Siobhan's expression softened. "Fine. I'll find you something. But only if you promise to take me out properly next time."
Samara blinked. "Next time?"
"A real date," Siobhan clarified, flashing a devilish grin.
Samara thought for a moment, trying to pull something out of her head, somewhere she could say she'd take her. "Small restaurant near Howard's campus, maybe?"
Samara hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. I'll pick you up. Friday."
Siobhan smirked, patting Samara's cheek affectionately. "Freshen up. There's stuff in the closet. I'll grab something for you to wear."
As Siobhan walked away, she added over her shoulder, "Feel free to leave a toothbrush here. Guessing we won't be spending much time at your place anyway, college girl."
Samara swallowed hard, staring after her. What had she gotten herself into?
Samara finally managed to pull herself together, although barely. Siobhan had only found a short black skirt and a slightly wrinkled white button-up for her, but she was grateful nonetheless. She adjusted the clothes as best as she could, trying to make herself look professional. When she emerged from the bathroom, Siobhan was already waiting, jingling her car keys with a smug grin.
The car ride was quiet. Samara stared out the window, her mind racing. When they finally pulled up outside the building, she reached for the door handle, but Siobhan stopped her with a tug on her shirt.
"You forgot something," Siobhan teased, tilting her head.
Samara sighed, leaning in quickly to plant a kiss on Siobhan's lips before darting out of the car. "Thanks for the ride!" she called over her shoulder, rushing inside without looking back.
Her heart pounded as she made her way down the hallway, realizing too late that she had nothing with her, no bag, no laptop, nothing. The previous night left her barely coherent, and her pounding headache made every step feel like a monumental effort.
As she turned a corner, she spotted Kamala walking briskly in the opposite direction.
"Good morning," Samara said hesitantly, her voice low.
Kamala didn't respond, her heels clicking sharply against the tile. Samara, feeling like she had no other choice, followed her.
"Are you still drunk?" Kamala finally asked without turning around.
Samara winced. "No. Just... hungover."
Kamala glanced back briefly, her eyes narrowing as she looked Samara over. "Sober enough not to embarrass me?" Samara gave a soft nod
" You're late, wearing clothes that clearly aren't yours, and you look like you haven't slept in days."
Samara flushed, swallowing hard. "I'm fine," she insisted. Then, in a softer voice, she added, "I have. I've just-I'm sorry. For... everything. I said things I didn't mean. Things I shouldn't have said. I was drunk and mad, and you were only trying to save me from myself."
Kamala's expression softened slightly. She gave a small nod.
" You're in luck, we're not going in front of a judge today. The court moved our case to prioritize criminal cases before Christmas."
"Then... what are we doing?" Samara asked cautiously.
"Negotiating, and if possible avoiding going into the courtroom all together, that'll leave us more than enough time to get you acclimated with everything I'm supposed to be teaching you" Kamala replied curtly.
"All you have to do is stay sharp-or as sharp as you can be right now."
When they entered the conference room, Kamala immediately straightened her posture, her professional mask slipping into place. Samara sat down beside her, trying to focus despite the whirlwind in her head.
As they waited, her thoughts drifted.
Her mind was never one to wander, but today it had.
She couldn't go back to her dorm, Tazara would be furious.
Her car was still at Kamala's house, and her clothes were at Siobhan's.
Regret and confusion settled over her, leaving her unsure of what to even call what had happened between her and Siobhan.
Before she could linger too long, the door opened. Clair entered with Daniel, Sophie, and, to Samara's dismay, Tazara.
Kamala's back stiffened, and a polite but clearly fake smile spread across her face. Samara sat frozen, Tazara's piercing stare felt like it was burning a hole through Samara. As they all took their seats and introduced themselves, the tension in the air was palpable. Clair, ever the opportunist, chuckled and gestured between Tazara and Samara.
"Well, it seems these two are more than familiar with each other," she quipped, a sly grin spreading across her face.
"Looks like they're having a conversation of their own. It's good to know how to communicate without words, wouldn't you say?"
She winked at Samara, eliciting a laugh from Daniel, who leaned forward with his smugness.
"It is good to see you two getting along so well. Really well, actually," Daniel said with a grin that bordered on mocking. "I was starting to worry Siobhan wouldn't find someone, but I'm glad it's you, you're smart, and just don't let Siobhan work you over."
Samara choked on nothing, her cheeks flaming as she forced a smile and tilted her head. Kamala's glare, however, was anything but subtle, an intense mix of jealousy, anger, and betrayal.
Samara bit her lip, rubbing her face in a futile attempt to hide her embarrassment. She didn't understand why Kamala was mad, she wanted her to move on, and she had.
Kamala, who had been silent through the exchange, finally decided she'd heard enough. Her eyes darted between the two interns, tazara barely containing laughter and Samara hiding her face, and it didn't take much to piece together that Samara had done far more than just leave the club with someone.
Samara had said it herself.
Clearing her throat sharply, Kamala opened the folder in front of her, her tone crisp. "Let's focus on why we're here."
Clair raised a hand to stop her. "Kamala, Kamala... there's no need for your usual over-preparation today," she said with a smile, cutting Kamala off mid-motion.
Kamala's jaw tightened, her cheeks flushing as she slowly placed her notes back into the folder, fixing Clair with a pointed raised eyebrow.
Without missing a beat, Clair pulled a folder from her own briefcase and slid it across the table toward Kamala.
"This is the full manifesto," Clair announced, her tone sweetly menacing.
Kamala's eyes narrowed as she opened the folder, flipping through the pages. "How did you even get this, is this the original? And in full nonetheless. What exactly are you suggesting?" she asked cautiously.
Clair leaned back in her chair, feigning casualness. "Turns out the manifesto provided during discovery wasn't the full one, I handed over the full one to Austin, he lost it during the case and replaced it with the version given to the jury, sanitized, public release copy. Anything, possibly, incriminating was removed or blacked out."
Samara's breath hitched, but Clair continued, her voice as smooth as silk.
"The prosecution didn't seem to care, and honestly it went unnoticed, by me, my team, and obviously by the fine staff here at the DA's office. But since I found it, and am handing it over, I'm going to tell you I could make quite a mess of things if I release these." She smiled coldly.
Kamala's lips parted to speak, but Clair continued.
"In exchange for not exposing this... oversight, you drop the suit against me and my company. Our client's ruling will still stand."
Kamala's expression remained unreadable as she closed the folder and slid it back to Clair.
"That's your offer?" Kamala asked, her tone calm.
Clair smirked, catching Kamala's wrist just as she began to pull her hand away.
"I'm not done," Clair said, her grip firm but not quite hostile.
"If you don't choose the right thing here, you won't be going back to being a professor, your ass will be stuck here explaining to the attorney general how the hell you let Kaplan and Bridgette bust your balls. Oh, and beside, this little entanglement might get brought up too." Her gaze flicked briefly toward Samara, making the threat crystal clear.
Kamala's jaw tightened further, but she didn't respond.
"We'll give you some time," Clair continued, standing up and motioning for her team to follow.
"We're going to grab some lunch. When we come back, we'll regroup and discuss further."
With that, Clair, Daniel, Sophie, and Tazara left the room, their laughter and casual chatter echoing down the hallway.
Samara slumped back in her chair, her face burning with embarrassment. Kamala, on the other hand, sat rigid, her anger barely contained.
"That woman," Kamala said through gritted teeth, "is insufferable."
For a while they sat there, doing nothing, wallowing in their own thoughts.
The silence between them stretched out, thick, and suffocating. Samara shifted uncomfortably in her chair, glancing at Kamala, who remained rigid, her eyes fixed on the closed folder in front of her.
Samara cleared her throat softly. "Kamala, I-"
"Stop," Kamala interrupted, her voice calm but cold. Her eyes finally lifted, pinning Samara in place.
"I just have one question. Did you know that man is that girl your fucking roommate?"
Samara hesitated, her throat dry. She shook her head slowly. "no."
Kamala's jaw tightened, her expression carefully neutral.
"I-" Samara began, but the words faltered. She took a shaky breath. "It didn't, but when I was with her last night... it didn't feel right. It's not what I wanted. I thought-"
Kamala cut her off again, her voice sharper now.
"I'm glad you've found someone," she said, her words clipped and deliberate.
"Someone to spend time with after school." The emphasis on the last two words was unmistakable.
"I won't make you see me more than you have to outside of work and school."
For a moment, Kamala looked as though she was about to say more, but then she paused, her eyes softening as she noticed Samara's trembling hands and the sheen of tears forming in her eyes.
"Are you okay?" Kamala asked quietly, her tone more measured, almost gentle.
Samara shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek.
"No. I'm not." She exhaled shakily, her voice breaking as she continued.
"Siobhan isn't who I want to be with. She-she's messed up, and I don't even know how I didn't listen to you. My car's in a random place, my clothes are at her apartment, and the more I think about what happened..." Her voice trailed off, and she rubbed her face roughly.
Kamala sat motionless, her expression unreadable. "What happened?" she asked, her voice quiet but firm.
Samara hesitated, looking down at her lap. "She fucked me?" she said finally, the word falling from her lips like a stone. Though, its meaning is not what it seems.
Kamala flinched, her carefully composed mask cracking for just a moment. She had suspected, but hearing it aloud made her chest ache. She looked away, trying to steady herself.
"I don't even know if I wanted it," Samara continued, her voice barely above a whisper now.
"It's all a mess. And now... Tazara's working for your opponent. Daniel, from Clair's team, is Siobhan's roommate. I feel like I've made everything worse."
Kamala's hand twitched as though she wanted to reach for Samara, to comfort her, but she stopped herself, her hand falling back to her lap. Instead, she let out a slow breath, her voice soft but firm.
"This isn't sustainable."
Samara nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Stop drinking, get your shit together, you're smart and so am I, we both have things to figure out now do it" She said as she stood up, For the first time, she saw a flicker of something in Kamala's expression: pain, maybe, or regret.
But whatever it was, it disappeared as quickly as it had come.
Kamala straightened her posture and glanced at the clock. "We don't have much time. Get yourself together, I'll drive you to get you after this is over"
Samara swallowed hard and nodded again, her voice barely audible as she whispered, "Okay."