Jaelyn needed, more than anything, to ignore the burning tension in her body and mind. So, she went to the library.

The library was a good place to be distracted- from the horrible ways her brother was being treated, from the intense sense of doom and even more pressing sense of uselessness. The only thing it did not distract her from was Sadihak.

She hadn't seen them since that morning in the garden. She was not sure she wanted to. Guilt ate at her like a parasitic worm- guilt, and something more. Something burning and warm and twisting. Something very wrong. Jaelyn needed to ignore that. And she was back in the library.

Whoever had last occupied the space (not her- she had in fact avoided this place since her last visit), had left all their books out on the table. Books about mythology and anatomy and histories of distant mysterious island nations. Jaelyn idly leafed through a book on volcanic geography, only to find it was too jargon-filled for her to make any sense of at all. She was about to switch to a different topic when she heard it- distinctive, click-clacking heeled footsteps.

There was only one person that could be.

“Seems like fate can't keep us apart.” Sadihak sneered as Jaelyn turned around to face them. They looked better than they had when Jaelyn had last seen them- a subtle face of makeup that highlighted the fresh scar, a cropped bralette-miniskirt combo that showed so much of their incredibly toned, incredibly pretty body. They looked good, though Jaelyn was loath to admit it. “Back here? I would've thought you'd be too afraid to come back after what happened last time.”

Of course, it wouldn't be Sadihak without their characteristic, infuriating bravado. Jaelyn hated it, she hated them, and even though she knew she didn't have to egg them on, a deep, horrid part of her didn't want them to shut up.

She rolled her eyes, feigning nonchalance. “And what do I have to be afraid of? Are you going to choke me out again?”

Sadihak stepped closer- dangerously closer. “Babe, people pay me hundreds upon hundreds of dollars to choke them out. You're lucky I do it for free.” They leaned over her, forcing her to press up against the table and use her hands to support herself. She could feel their hot breath on her cheek. She hated them. “But no, I won't. Unless that's what you want, sugarlips. I'm alll yourssss.”

They drew out the last words with a hissing breath and a sharp smile, and Jaelyn knew exactly what they were implying. Her cheeks flushed hot in indignation, in shame, and despite herself, in anticipation.

“I do not want you.” She hissed.

Sadihak drew a finger down her chin. “Are you sure? People who don't want me usually don't get so… hot and bothered when I'm around.”

Sadihak leaned even further forward, putting their hands behind Jaelyn’s on the table. “If you really don't want this, stop me. But I don't think you want that. Do you, honey?”

Jaelyn forced herself to make eye contact with Sadihak. She willed herself to say no- to stop, to not give in. Their dark eyes turned up in a mocking smile. Her body willed what her mind could not. She said nothing.

“Thought so,” Sadihak mocked, and before Jaelyn could say more (not, of course, that she would), they swept her into a hot, messy kiss. This was no gentle peck between innocents- no stolen, two-second kiss between first time lovers. Sadihak was fast, aggressive, hot- they trailed their hands into her short, bobbed hair and pulled her closer to them. They tongued the cavity of her mouth and bit at her lip. Just when Jaelyn was getting used to the rhythm of making out that Sadihak was setting, they moved aside from her lips and started planting hot, sharp kisses down the side of her neck.

“Ah-ah-” Jaelyn couldn't help but catch her breath in rolling gasps. Heat pooled deep within her- draining down from every surface touched by Sadihak's lips and into the deepest core of her body. Jaelyn was no virginal child- she has made out before, she did have a boyfriend- but Sadihak was different than Dimitri. For one, Sadihak had better lips. Sadihak knew what they were doing. And there was something so enticingly wrong about letting Sadihak do this to her. A wrongness to it that felt so good, she wanted to dig herself deeper into it.

After planting lipstick-kiss marks all down Jaelyn's neck and clavicle and giving her a hickey in a spot along her neck that would be especially difficult to cover up with a collar, Sadihak rose up again. Their lipstick was smeared, their perfect hair a bit out of place, but they were still deliciously, dangerously beautiful. They leaned close to her ear, whispering in a hot, heavy tone, “Tapping out yet, gorgeous?”

No. She wasn't. In fact, she wanted little more than to continue and to hear all the other horrible, cliche, sardonic terms of endearment Sadihak would throw her way. But this, like everything, was a game. “Please, you call that seduction?” She teased, making her tone more-than mocking to egg them on. Make them go further. She wanted them to go further. “And to think you believe yourself good at this.”

Sadihak, of course, was still leaning over her, and smirked. “Because I am good at this.” They shifted their weight to one hand and used the other to draw up Jaelyn’s shirt, pulling it up to expose the lacey bralette she had innocently, ignorantly donned that morning. With an unexpected nimbleness, Sadihak pulled away one strap of the bralette to wholly expose a whole breast, waited an agonizing moment, then placed their mouth gently over her nipple. The gentleness lasted only a moment- within seconds, they were sucking and kissing at her breast like they had her lips, neck and clavicle only moments later, with a ferocious anxiousness not befitting them. But they were teasing such a more sensitive part of Jaelyn- she could not go minutes without shivers going up her spine or heat draining further downward or sharp, airy gasps of ‘oh’, ‘ah’, and at last, “Sadihak, I need you to-”

Before Jaelyn could complete the sentiment, Sadihak drew away, letting Jaelyn's shirt drape loosely around their mussed-up bralette. A better view of Sadihak apart from her revealed too much about them- the flush on their cheeks, the sweat beading on their chest and face, the tightening in their skirt that betrayed they might be enjoying this more than they were letting on.

She must've let her gaze linger there too long, because Sadihak let out a breathy laugh and another scathing, exhilarating comment. “What, you can see my fat, whore, girlcock through my skirt?” They teased.

Something in Jaelyn boiled, but she said nothing. She kept eye contact with them, trying to not look desperate. She was desperate. There was nothing more she needed now than to know what they felt like inside her. She hated that she felt that way. She toyed with the button of her jeans. It was getting too wet and hot down there to keep ignoring.

Sadihak, too, was getting ready. They dropped their panties and took off their skirt, but left their skimpy, stringy crop-top on. They brushed their hair way from their face, and massaged their erection in long, sweeping strokes.

“Just say the magic words, darling.” They teased, coming back close to her.

Jaelyn hated them. She hated them. And part of her hated herself even more for wanting them so badly. And yet, despite how buried and repressed and hated that part of her was, it won out. “Fuck me.” She grumbled. It was both a curse and a command.

Sadihak smiled. “Anything for you, love.”

In a quick motion, they pulled her up onto the table, laying her out on top of it. Books crashed to the floor, and even more followed as Sadihak followed her up and climbed over her. They were making so much noise- surely someone would hear- but all shame was wiped from Jaelyn’s mind as Sadihak kissed her again.

The kiss was brief, quick, hot- and accompanied by a swift movement of final disrobing. Sadihak opened her jeans and quickly- frantically- pulled both them and her panties down. They didn't even bother to take off her pants completely or remove her shirt before they slipped inside her and, truly, Jaelyn would not have it any other way. She needed this now, before she had time to regret it.

Jaelyn let out a deep, satisfied groan as Sadihak pushed inside her. They set a frantic, desperate pace- like they would die if they could not reach completion within her. Jaelyn felt the same- each thrust was deeper and quicker than the last, and yet it was not enough. It was so good and she needed it so badly, she didn't even care how wrong it was. That made it even better.

Sadihak tore from her sharp, gasping moans, and produced their own fair share of quickening, gasping noises. “Sadihak- Sadi-” Jaelyn found herself crying out, wrapping her legs around Sadihak’s body as if to urge them (in her right mind, Jaelyn would've never called them ‘Sadi’, nor ever wished them closer to her in any way), “Faster. Please. I need it.”

“Hah-ah” Sadihak laughed airily, their breath hot and close to her. “Desperate girl… if you wanted me so bad, you should've said so earlier.”

And yet, they obliged her request, moving at a faster, harsher pace. They clawed at her hair, they moved so carelessly they ended up sending more books crashing to the floor. They smelled wonderful- a musky, spicy, sweet perfume that was all Jaelyn wanted to breathe for this moment in eternity.

Despite the mounting tension between them, Jaelyn was still swept away by the sudden and complete release of her climax. Her legs shook around Sadihak, she let out a wailing, heavy cry, and she unfurled- like a rubber band finally snapping, like a wave crashing to shore. She threw her head back and gasped for sweet air.

Sadihak only continued, fucking her blissfully, desperately through her orgasm. Perhaps they liked how she tightened around them, perhaps they liked how it made her cry out even more. Perhaps they were simply that desperate to get off on her. Jaelyn didn't care, still riding the hot wave of ecstasy she hoped she would never come down from.

Soon, and for whatever reason, Sadihak was quick to join her. They pulled out before they climaxed (perhaps being considerate of her desire to not become pregnant by them?) and came all over her supine, still-mostly clothed body (not at all considerate of her clothes or the cleanliness of the library). Sadihak’s orgasm was quick, full and complete- their breath came in rolling waves, they gasped and cried out suddenly, and they took only a minute to slump back down onto Jaelyn and rest for a moment of post-coital bliss before pulling themself up from the table and redressing.

“Nice seeing you, lovebug.” They winked as they pulled their skirt back up. Sadihak was clearly spent- but had quickly regained composure (Very much unlike Jaelyn, who was still sprawled on the table indecent and unbothered by it).

“Stay, please…” Jaelyn reached out a hand towards Sadihak. So soon after she had stopped having them, they were all she wanted. She needed more.

“Can't, babe,” Sadihak waved. They were already halfway out the door. “Got a long list of callers waiting for me. You know how it is. Maybe we'll do this again someday?”

Even after they left, Jaelyn lay on the table as her breathing calmed and rational thought slowly returned to her. As she lay there (her pants down, her shirt mussed, covered in Sadihak’s cum on a library table), the very first thought that came to her was: WHAT HAVE I DONE?