Kiss My Tiara! (The Keeping Enemies Closer Remix)
Tess rolled over in bed, stretching lazily as the morning sunrays flooded her bedroom. She put her arm over her eyes and arched her back into a stretch. This was her favorite time of the day. Her mind was clear and her body rested. She could think.
She liked to use this quiet time to focus and pick up the thoughts and presences of those like her. She knew many of those she searched for, but not all. It comforted her to know there were others like her, even if she was not one of the elite. Not like Max.
Sighing she turned her face to the wall. She would never be his, and this maddened her as much as it hurt. Though she wasn't his equal, didn't she deserve his heart? She was the one destined for him, but he would never be hers. Not while Liz existed on the planet. She gritted her teeth as she imagined Liz, All American Girl. So perfect, so beautiful, so Max's...
Liz glimmered in her conscience now. She couldn't have stayed all-human - she'd had to go and absorb some of her people's attributes. And how had she done this? Why, because of Max of course.
What galled her most was that she couldn't blame him for wanting her.
Tess lay back in bed and relaxed, casting her mind out. Liz was at a boarding school, far from Roswell, trying to escape the entanglements of her people. She smiled at this thought. Served Max right. Liz would probably be at her first class about now, trying to concentrate, to be a new person, unaffected by the events of the past few years. It was probably a cloudy gray day, cold already for this time of year.
If only she could bend Liz's mind, she'd make sure she never thought of Max again. She knew just how she'd do it.
Maybe she'd wait in an empty classroom, ready to pounce upon Liz like a spider in a web. No, even better, she'd borrow the Head of School's office. She always liked the idea of being the one in charge. She'd manage to have Liz sent to said office somehow, and then...
Tess's hand crept between her legs, seeking out her clit as her fantasy continued.
She wouldn't have to talk much. Wouldn't need to. She'd draw her in, catching Liz's mind with her own while she captured her body with her hands and lips and tongue. She'd lean her up against the desk, and with an embrace, she would draw her in close, marveling at the softness of their breasts touching for the first time, the heat upon the touch of their hands. She'd start by kissing Liz's soft, gloss coated lips. She would kiss Liz gently, teasing her at first with soft pressure that intensifying the kiss until she would hear Liz whimper. Then she would start exploring Liz's perfect body. She would slide her hands over her breasts, no doubt trapped inside an ugly school uniform. Well, Tess would take care of that.
She would slowly unbutton the starched blouse, slipping it off Liz's shoulders, all while still enthralling her with deep kisses. Then she would slip her hands under the wire and silk constraints of the bra, fondling Liz's tender, sweet flesh punctuated by hardened nipples.
Keeping one hand on her clit, Tess stroked her own breasts under her silk pajama top.
By this point, any fear or restraint on Liz's part would be gone. She would want only Tess. Tess would feel tentative hands reaching for her. Hands running through her blonde hair, gliding more surely over her own breasts... It would be glorious, and oh, to hear Liz moan when Tess's tongue circled her nipple for the first time. The bra would be crumpled on the floor, flung there by Liz herself. She would keep Liz busy with her mouth taunting each of her nipples in turn, while Tess crept a hand under her pleated skirt. She would find wet warmth waiting for her, begging for attention. When she would slide a finger over Liz's wet panties, she would hear a sharp intake of breath. If she looked up, she might see Liz's eyes wide open in surprise, but they would shut in ecstasy quickly as Tess began stroking and sliding her fingers over and then under the thin fabric. Liz's breath would quicken, her hands fluttering now over Tess's shoulders and arms. Tess would straddle one of her legs, grinding down to appease her own needs, while her fingers slipped deeper into Liz's yielding flesh. She would enter her with one finger as her tongue entered Liz's mouth again, capturing the gasp of pleasure. Liz would be close now. Tess would feel her thigh quivering between her own as the pressure mounted and mounted. Two fingers she would now slide into Liz's sweet cunt, and she would bring her right hand back to caress her breast between their pressed bodies, waiting for Liz to explode. Liz would be moaning now. 'Yes Tess, please, oh God, Tess, don't stop!' The words would be like music as Tess kissed her neck, marking her as her own. Then she would feel the contraction of muscles around her fingers as Liz came with a cry. She would collapse limply in Tess's arms, trying to catch her breath as the orgasm shuddered thorough her. 'I love you, Tess' she would whisper, and that would send Tess over the edge.
In the sunlit bedroom, Tess moaned as her orgasm crashed into her.
Moments later, she sat up, restless now to get out of bed. If this could really happen it would be so sweet, so perfect. Tess would eradicate any thought of Max from Liz's mind. Liz would be hers, to do with as she pleased.
'After all,' Tess thought as she slid her legs over the side of the bed, 'it's wise to keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.' Tess smiled wickedly and made her way into the beginning of another day of planning and waiting.