Red Hot Love

Twelve-thirty. Any moment now, Jem should be coming home. Grinning from ear to ear, Sunny positioned herself on the dormitory bed and pulled down the bra that had slightly ridden up her chest. She then pulled out her compact mirror (a cute rose-shaped one she had bought at the store) and checked her makeup. Normally the thought of leaving on her foundation overnight would give her the heebie jeebies, but if it meant spending the night with Jem, it was worth it. Quietly, Sunny hummed to herself, wiping off a mascara smudge. She was ready – waterproof foundation and mascara, matte liquid lipstick (in the shade "Sexaaay Ladaaay") and the best pushup bra she could find for the cheapest price on eBay (which she hoped would come off as quickly as possible because the underwire was hella uncomfortable). Footsteps. A key turning in the lock. Sunny bristled with excitement, trying to calm her heart's energetic beating. Oh god! Did she forget the music? She didn't forget the music, did she? God, why was she such a ditz? Quickly, she scrambled around, looking for the remote control. The door swung open slowly. "Evening-" Jem spoke, about to take off her dark green anorak and hang it up in the closet they shared. However, before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by the sound of "Sensual Seduction" coming from Sunny's pink perfume bottle-shaped music speaker. "Hello, Jem," Sunny purred sultrily, reclining on the air mattress, attempting to cross her legs provocatively. "Isn't it cold outside? Why don't you come in and huddle up with me?" A few moments passed. "I'm going to go shower, Sunny," Jem deadpanned. Having said that, she turned around, took off her coat, and began to walk fully-clothed towards the cramped bathroom they shared. "Wait! Wait!" Sunny shrieked and jumped off the air mattress, hitting her head on the low ceiling. "OW! Ow, ow, owie," she groaned, and began to hiccup. Jem turned around. "Are you-" "H-haha!" Sunny shrieked, grabbing onto Jem's arm. "It was a trap! All my doing!" She grinned mischievously. "I see," Jem replied, then turned back to go to the bathroom. "No, wait! Wait, wait, wait! I have something to tell you!" Sunny gasped. "Oh really." "I cannot fall asleep until I have received a kiss from the fair damsel who holds my heart hostage!" Sunny cried. "That would be called chronic insomnia," Jem replied indifferently, already shrugging off her scarf without facing her. "I know what chronic insomnia is!" Sunny frowned, "What I mean to say, though, is that – until you kiss me, I shall not go to bed!" With that, she stood up and crossed her arms resolutely, puffing out her cheeks to look more defiant. "How unfortunate." Jem closed the bathroom door. "Jem, no! Jem! Jem! Je-eeeem!" Sunny shrieked, running up to the door and banging on it, still scantily clad in the stupid eBay pushup bra (that was threatening to stab her through the heart with its underwire) and thong (which she had scored for a very suspiciously low price at Victoria's Secret and didn't care to know why). "Jem…" With a sigh, Sunny turned and sank against the door. "It'll be alright, Sunny," Jem's voice came monotonously from the other side of the bathroom door. "I won't take long." "No, that's not it!" Sunny frowned. Then, suddenly a little more ecstatically, "Are you washing up to go to bed?" "I have to study for a midterm," Jem replied, her voice as emotionless as ever. "Oh," Sunny muttered, slumping back again. "When you're done, can I go in and wash off my makeup?" "Sure." A pause. "Are you going to stay out there like that?" "Yes, I am!" "Really." "Yes!" Sunny huffed. Her only response was the sound of a shower turning on and splashes of water from the sink. Jem always turned on the shower a little while before she got into it so that the water could heat up. Perhaps as if she were purposefully trying her, Jem did not come out of the bathroom after fifteen minutes. In fact, she took much longer than usual. Sunny tapped her foot impatiently and looked down at her nails. What was taking her so long? She began to rub her arms, which were now covered in goosebumps. "Have you changed those clothes?" Jem's voice spoke. Sunny perked up slightly. "No, I haven't," she replied defiantly. "In fact, I-" "You can change them now, you know." "No." "Suit yourself." More sounds of water splashing. Was she washing her face? Her clothes? Sunny had no idea. Even if she brought her head closer to the door, her efforts were fruitless. Sunny crossed her arms again and frowned, hoping Jem would come out soon. Eventually, after another ten minutes, Jem reappeared. "You're still wearing those clothes," Jem deadpanned. "Aren't you cold?" "N-not at all," Sunny replied, rubbing her arms frantically. "That took way longer than usual!" She growled, pointing an accusatory finger at Jem. "No longer than you usually spend in the mornings doing makeup," Jem grinned back at her. Sunny almost fell over. "Well, I'm headed to the library to study. See you." "B-but you just came back from the library!" Sunny sputtered. "Also," she pouted, "I do not spend that much time in the morning." "Yes, you do. Exactly one hour, forty-five minutes and thirty-three seconds," Jem replied. "I…I…"Sunny stammered, blinking in shock. "You – you timed me?" She gasped. Jem shrugged. "Was curious," was her only explanation. With that, she put back on her jacket and began to walk back towards the door. "H-hey, wait!" Sunny jumped and grabbed onto her immediately. Jem turned around, blinking at her. "You can't leave! You…you can't," she spluttered, looking up pleadingly at the dark-skinned girl. Jem looked back at her for a few seconds, then shrugged and turned the doorknob. "I did tell my study group I'd meet them around this time-" "You – you have a study group?" Sunny shrieked. "You – never mind, never mind, off topic," she muttered. "You can't leave. I…" She grinned. "I wasn't sure if I should move this fast, buuut…" Gingerly, she reached over and took ahold of her bra strap. "If you stay, you get a chance to see me take this off~" "Already have." "What!" Sunny shrieked. "I don't think that bra is your size. If you need to buy new underwear, I can get you a twelve pack for cheap at Walmart," Jem offered. Sunny looked down. Her left boob was out and proud, alright. Grumbling, she tucked it back into its assigned position. "It's not about needing new underwear. Besides, you don't even know my cup size-" "DD?" Jem offered. Sunny's jaw dropped. "You made me fold your laundry last week, recall." "Oh." Sunny frowned. She had forgotten all about that. "When you were 'so tired' that you couldn't 'even bother folding lingerie,'" Jem added. "Well, I – wait, that was last week! How would you remember something like that if it was so long ago-" "See you later." "WAIT!" Sunny panted. Jem had already made her way across the hallway. A few alarmed tenants opened their doors to see what was up and blinked, not expecting to see Sunny in the least amount of clothing possible. Frowning, Sunny self-consciously tugged her bra back down and crossed her legs before slamming the door shut. Next time, she swore to herself. After all, not a single soul has seen Sunny Whitman in nothing but thin lace veneers and lived to tell the tale. Er, I mean, not slept with me. Gah, articulacy. Except for like, the five people who just saw you naked, a voice reminded her. Oh shut up, Sunny grumbled. Why am I talking to myself again?