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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Lydia_Martin/Erica_Reyes
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_kink_bingo, Hate_Sex, Banter, Cunnilingus, Leather_Kink
  Collections:
      Kink_Bingo_2012_(Round_Five)
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-21 Words: 2031
****** Wrecked Off Your Perfume ******
by BridgetMcKennitt
Summary
     Erica didn't like Lydia all that much, but that didn't matter when
     they were alone and naked.
Notes
     For my kink bingo space leather/latex/rubber.
"You know, the whole leather jacket style went out ages ago." Erica turned her
head to see Lydia standing above her, lips painted bright red and curling into
a smirk. "It's a pretty dated look. You should probably fix that."
Erica glanced down at the sleeves of her leather jacket. It wasn't old or
cracked. Derek had taken her out shopping almost the same day he turned her and
it had been her choice to purchase it. She thought she looked good.
"I look hot in leather. It's not my problem the same can't be said for you."
Erica rolled her eyes at Lydia for emphasis before returning to her meal. It
was macaroni and cheese with a side salad.
There was no doubt that everyone in the cafeteria were staring at them, trying
in vain to listen to their conversation. They were both gorgeous women, and
while Lydia had been popular since birth, Erica's new transformation had risen
her popularity quite a bit in the social ladder. She wasn't some outside loser
anymore.
Lydia narrowed her eyes and she slammed her palms down on the table. "Excuse
me?"
Erica took a long sip of her milk before putting it back down on her tray and
smiling up at Lydia. "You heard me. Maybe you should pay more attention to what
you're wearing instead of what I'm wearing. I mean, really, you're looking a
little washed out there. Did you get dressed in the dark?"
She wasn't done with her food, but it was such a perfect time to exit that
Erica stood up with her tray and left Lydia sputtering behind her.
***
It wasn't over. The next day, Erica saw Lydia entering their shared class like
she was a queen and everyone else were peasants and beneath her notice. She
wore a teal dress with fringe lace sleeves. Her hair was drawn back by a bow
and her jewelry sparkled. It was a little much for a school day.
Lydia sat down in front of Erica, tossing her hair back so it almost hit Erica
in the face. Erica jerked her head away, fighting the urge to snarl. Derek
wouldn't appreciate if she wolfed out at school and she doubted Scott or
Allison would stand idly by.
Then again, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. Erica leaned forward
until her lips were against Lydia's ear. "It looks like someone's
overcompensating. Did you forget where we are?"
Lydia scoffed before turning around in her seat. "I know exactly where we are,
but just because you like to wear your lousy leather jacket and dress up like
trailer trash, doesn't mean the rest of us should do the same."
This time it was Lydia who managed to get the last word in as their teacher
called for everyone to settle down and Lydia turned around to face the front.
Erica curled her fingers into a fist, her fingernails growing into claws. She
wasn't going to let Lydia push her back into that depressing place like when
she'd been an outcast.
Instead of paying attention to the teacher, Erica plotted.
When the bell rang and everyone got up to leave, Erica followed Lydia out of
the classroom and down the hall. The crowd of students thinned and Erica
grabbed Lydia's arm before shoving her into an empty classroom.
"Hey!"
Erica broke the knob on the door so Lydia couldn't escape before turning around
and smiling at her. "What's the matter? Is the queen of the school afraid of
little ol' me?"
Lydia rolled her eyes. "Like I would ever be afraid of you, Erica. Just because
you're wearing new clothes doesn't mean you've changed at all. I know exactly
who you are. You are nothing but the chewed up piece of gum stuck to the bottom
of my shoe. You're an annoying nuisance and nothing more." Lydia leaned forward
to flick the tips of her fingers at the collar of Erica's leather jacket.
"Another thing? I can wear a leather jacket far better than you ever could."
That was it. Erica shrugged off her jacket and threw it at Lydia. When Lydia
was distracted, Erica roared and tackled her. They hit the ground with a thunk
and Erica straddled Lydia's waist.
"You look real good on your back, Lydia. I bet this is you at your most
comfortable, isn't it?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Lydia wiggled under Erica, her arms trapped under
the leather jacket. "Is this what this was all about, you just wanted a chance
to ride me? If that's the case, all you needed to do was ask."
Erica blinked. Then blinked again. That was unexpected. "Say that again? I
think I hit my head or you did because what?"
Lydia shrugged as if what she'd said wasn't a big deal. "Did you forget I used
to date Jackson? I loved him, but he was a douchebag on his best days. Just
because you've lost your mind and joined some leather gang doesn't mean I
wouldn't mind having sex with you. I mean, why not?"
She stared down at Lydia, at how her strawberry blonde hair framed her face and
how rosy her cheeks were. Lydia didn't look uncomfortable or scared of her.
Instead, she looked impatient, as if it was Erica's fault she was waiting.
"Okay." Erica glanced behind her towards the door to make sure there weren't
any students through the glass before turning her attention back to Lydia.
"Let's do this."
Erica shifted so she knelt on the floor as she took her shirt off, exposing her
lacy black bra. Lydia sat up and made a noise of approval. "Not bad. I have
better though."
"Prove it," Erica shot back as she rested her hands on her thighs.
"I'm wearing a dress. I'm not just going to get naked in this dingy classroom."
She cupped her breasts through her dress. "But even covered, you can already
tell."
"Get naked or you can finger yourself." Erica reached behind her so she could
unclasp her bra. "But if you're feeling uncomfortable, you could always wear my
leather jacket since you're so obsessed with it."
The taunt made Lydia scowl before she stripped her dress off. She then reached
for the leather jacket and put it on.
Erica admitted in her head that the sight of Lydia wearing matching teal blue
panties and bra with a leather jacket was a sight to behold. Lydia wasn't lying
about looking good in leather.
Lydia smirked as she placed her hands on her hips and jutted her chest out.
"Take it in. I can wait."
Erica rolled her eyes before grabbing at the jacket and pulling Lydia closer.
"Shut up," she said before kissing her.
Their kiss was wet and dirty, and as Erica licked into Lydia's mouth, Lydia
kept herself busy by rubbing her thumbs over Erica's nipples. She had never
done this before, not with a man or a woman, but Erica was damned if she was
going to let that on. If Lydia knew, she would try and use it against her.
She could smell Lydia's arousal, a spicy musk filling the air, and that went a
long way to soothing her nerves. Lydia wanted this. As much as Lydia ran her
mouth, she wanted her, and that made Erica feel as powerful as she did when she
first became a werewolf.
Erica broke their kiss so she could kiss her way down to Lydia's neck. The
scent of Lydia's perfume was stronger here and Erica rubbed her nose against
the skin. There was something more to her scent, something she couldn't quite
figure out that made Erica want to rut against Lydia.
She could feel how soaked her panties were getting and she stepped back so she
could shimmy the material down her legs. Erica gestured towards Lydia. "Are you
planning on joining me?"
"Nah. I want to make you work for it." Lydia crooked her finger at Erica. "Come
here and get on your knees."
"No thanks. I don't want to bruise my knees and the floor's just too cold for
me. Come on, Lydia. You're so smart. Think of something else."
Lydia rolled her eyes. "Touch me. How's that for an answer? Unless you're bad
at fondling."
Erica snarled before she cupped Lydia's breasts in a harsh grip. Lydia hissed
and her hands came up to grab Erica's wrists, but Lydia didn't try to stop her.
It wasn't like Erica had played with breasts, hers or otherwise, so she wasn't
surprised when Lydia began to bat her hands away.
"Urgh, stop. Let me do this. You're just like Jackson, I swear. I have to do
everything around here."
Erica shrugged as she leaned against a table, palms flat down on the surface.
"I didn't think you wanted tongue on pussy action."
That made Lydia mad and she poked Erica in the chest. "You think just because
I've sucked cock doesn't mean I can't suck clit? I'll show you." She shoved
Erica aside as she climbed onto the table to lie down on it. Her head almost
dangled off the edge and she motioned for Erica to move closer. "This puts me
at the perfect height," she said before she buried her face against Erica's
pussy.
Lydia licked right across her clit as she yanked Erica even closer, her palms
gripping Erica's ass. Erica gasped at the contact and she fought not to thrash
as Lydia ate her out.
"Holy shit, your tongue," Erica said, moaning out the words. She looked down,
the smell of her own arousal filling the air, and took in her fill of how
gorgeous Lydia looked in her leather jacket. If Erica looked closely, she could
see the shine on Lydia's face that was her wetness, and she was so very wet.
It hit her. She knew what the scent was that lingered on Lydia like the most
delicious of perfumes. It was the fact that Lydia was wearing her leather
jacket, was covered in Erica's scent, and it made Lydia smell like she belonged
to Erica. It felt primal and Erica vaguely wondered if the feeling was due to
her new status as a werewolf.
Then Lydia smacked her palm against Erica's ass and began sucking on her clit.
Erica toppled forward, her hands curling into the leather jacket and her face
pressed against Lydia's stomach as her orgasm ripped through her.
When her heart stopped racing, she straightened up and stepped back on shaky
legs so Lydia could sit up. Most of Lydia's face was covered in her juices and
her red lipstick was smeared. Erica surged forward so she could lick it off. It
was the least she could do, after all.
"Am I awesome or am I awesome? Don't worry, you can adore me later." Lydia
looked down and Erica saw that she was looking at the corner of the leather
jacket. There was a few drops of wetness on the material and Erica's eyes
widened as Lydia lifted it up before flicking her pink tongue to lick it clean.
The bell rang and Erica almost jumped. She'd forgotten where they were and soon
the hallways were going to be filled with students. They needed to get dressed.
"Shit, where are my clothes?"
Lydia slid off the table and they began dressing themselves back into their
outfits as quick as possible. When Lydia held out the leather jacket, offering
it back to Erica, Erica shook her head.
"You keep it. I like when you wear it." Erica wasn't ever going to mention why,
but Lydia didn't need to know that.
Lydia merely arched her eyebrow before shrugging and slipping the jacket back
on. "Okay." She knelt down to grab her bag before giving Erica a smirk. "See, I
told you I look good in leather."
You smell good in my leather, too, Erica thought before she cupped Lydia's face
and kissed her. "If you want me to adore you later on, continue wearing the
jacket. After school, I am going to ravish you."
"I look forward to it." Lydia tossed her hair before giving Erica a wink.
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