#until one day she mysteriously forgives avery (touches her again and prods to see if she learned her lesson. to say that no remy didn't)

[getinthefuckingcarkitten]

cw: explicit sexual coercion. remy and avery are their own tws i think

It's the only time Remy is ever gentle with her, when she's barely conscious, already having given up on complaining about how Remy's pillows are a little too soft- Even if they were better than what she could afford in her shitty dorm room, anyway. She doesn't have to go back to it tonight. It's just her and Remy in Remy's bedroom, technically a dorm room, too, but so damn enormous for one single person. Befitting of a princess who could live off daddy's money, and Remy's father sure was a king in this town.

Unlike her, Remy could do as she pleased and not get punished for it. Maybe it's because unlike her, Remy knew where to step, didn't usually take things too far with people who'd get her in trouble for it. Should've had thought of that, Avery thought to herself, bitter even as Remy finally let her get rid of the soaked, wine-stained dress and put on a comfortable nightgown as they climbed up to her room to sleep off the alcohol and... Other things from the party.

It'd be too easy to fall asleep in the state she was, warm from the alcohol and feeling the adrenaline leave her body, her eyes fluttering shut already when Remy climbed into bed with her, leaned in close, a hand hiking the nightgown up and mouth breathing hot air on her neck.

"Remy-" She slurred out her friend's name, but was quickly shushed.

"Shhhhh," Remy's voice seemed to carry a hint of a giggle in it, even though she was whispering. "You won't get me in trouble, will you?"

Avery wouldn't. Not if she could help not fucking up her last chance to cling to her old life, no. She shook her head and Remy nipped at her neck.

"Good girl." Her friend said, and she could feel a smile full of teeth pressed against her collarbone. "My good girl."

Remy would joke around a lot, usually. Playfully squeeze and pinch and pull out something she could use as a whip to strike at Avery. It was just playing rough, or so she used to say whenever Avery complained, but now it was different, wasn't it? That gentle touch as her fingers ghost the skin underneath the nightgown, fondling her chest lightly.

"Mm. Even someone like you has good attributes..." Remy laughed against her skin again, teasing a nipple before giving her a firmer squeeze.

She wanted to snap back with a much deserved snarky reply, but it was hard to speak, to move, to think. She might as well have been sleeping already, if it wasn't for the warmth flooding her as Remy pressed against her body, hand lowering until it found itself between her legs. Over the fabric of her panties, she teased, pressed, drew little circles, big circles, went up and down and sighed against her now bordering on feverish skin. Good girl. She was such a good girl when she couldn't react at all.

She thinks she came, or something close to it when Remy pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. She loves the attention, or that's what Remy's voice tells her when it mixes with the voice in her head, or maybe it is the voice in her head, maybe it has been all along.

Satisfied as she watches Avery blink back a few tears, dampening her pillowcase but not nearly as much as she had drenched her panties, Remy turns away and seems to immediately fall asleep, suddenly bored with her. Of her. There's nothing else to do but follow her, like it always is.