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Blair smiles faintly despite how wrecked she already sounds.

The couch creaks as I shift, moving closer, my knee pressing into the cushion between her thighs. She doesn't pull away. Doesn't flinch. Just watches me with those eyes—dark in the dim light, unreadable, but soft around the edges.

My hand finds her knee and slides slowly up the inside of her thigh beneath the oversized black shirt she’s wearing.

My shirt.

The fabric hangs loose over her body, soft black cotton swallowing her and brushing the tops of her thighs while black panties cling to her skin underneath. Her legs part instinctively the higher my hand moves, breath catching quietly when my fingers drag against warm skin.

Fuck.

The sight of her in my clothes is doing ugly things to my head.

“Noir,” she breathes softly, and there’s something dangerous in it. A warning maybe. Or encouragement.

Shit, knowing Blair, probably both.

I settle between her legs, one hand braced beside her head while the other stays tight against her thigh.

The city lights catch the hollow of her throat beneath the collar of my shirt.

Pink and purple hair spread messily across dark cushions. Lips swollen from kissing.

Eyes half-lidded and dangerous.

Mine.

The thought hits hard enough to almost piss me off.

“Missed you,” I mutter against her jaw before I can stop myself.

Not some pick up line. But a confession.

Blair immediately smirks beneath me.

Of course she fucking does.

“Aww,” she says sweetly, fingers sliding into my hair. “Dagger said the same thing right before he fucked me.”

Something hot and violent twists low in my chest instantly.

Fucking brat.

She feels the shift immediately too because her smile sharpens slightly while my hand tightens harder against her thigh.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” I ask quietly.

“Maybe.” Her eyes glitter up at me beneath the city lights. “Why? You afraid of a little competition?”

I stare at her for a long second. Then laugh dangerously once under my breath.

“You really wanna do this right now?”

Blair bites her lip faintly, still smug even pinned beneath me.

“Depends.” Her nails scrape lightly against the back of my neck. “You gonna let Dagger keep winning?”

That snaps the last thread of restraint clean in half.