Hannah emboldens Brandon, and a switch happens

"Woohoo! Yeah!" Hannah bounced in Brandon's arms. Brandon loved it when Hannah bounced in his arms. Things shook and rubbed against him and god did it feel great.

Something about a girlfriend and a younger sister strained through his brain, but then Hannah parked her firm, delectable, spankable cheeks onto something that he so sorely wished could be between them right now.

"Oh, Bran!" Hannah moaned. "God, I love this song!"

"Yeah, one of my favorites!" Especially now

"So, do you wanna fuck me now?"

"Uh, sorry?!"

"I said, do you know what's up with Ashley now?"

"Oh!" Brandon blushed for reasons as varied as a healthy diet. "Right, that's what you said!"

Hannah grinned quizzically. "What, what'd you think I said?"

"Nothing, just... yeah so, about Ashley, right."

Hannah held her grin as she faced him again. "Yeah?"

"Well..." Several parts of him softened, physically and mentally, and jived terribly with Hannah's continued, fast-paced bumping. "I... don't think she wants to be with me anymore. She just so, I don't know, distant now. I mean, it was like everything was fine when we got here, and sure, before, we'd both been busy, and maybe I've been forcing her, I... I should, I don't know--"

"Hey, hey, shhh," Hannah's voice soothed like aloe on a sunburn. "Bran, sweetie, Ashley still loves you. No worries about that." She gave her sister a sly side glance, enough to taste the venom in her glare. "I don't think she'd be giving me the eye otherwise."

Brandon shirked a bit and gulped at the realization. Said venom burned his hair and melted the skin of his scalp. "Oh god, really? Sheesh, I remember looked at Heather's ass once on the field, and I never heard the end of it for three days."

Hannah guffawed. "Oh that brat! Wants it to always be about her!" She twirled and he followed, despite the illusion that he was leading. "Bran, look, honestly? She's... wandering. She's having doubts."

"Doubts?! But you just--"

"Not about you." She sighed. "She's wondering what could be, and that's frustrating her. You're the only one she's known, and as wonderful as you are, she really wants to know if you're the one for her."

"By playing the field."

"Bran, it's not like that."

"Sorry Hannah." Brandon hardened and stopped, the life in him visibly draining. "I won't kill the messenger, but I hear you loud and clear."

"No you don't." In vain, she wiggled his arms in time with the music, and Brandon responded in much the same way Pinocchio would have before the Blue Fairy arrived. "Don't be stubborn."

"Stubborn or realistic? If I'm in the way, maybe I should go." Something was caught in his eye. Hannah winced. "Sorry, I don't feel like dancing--"

Hannah's kiss -- it was hers, Brandon merely accepted it -- was light yet hungry, a fleeting ripple with an endless wake. Brandon barely treaded the water as she dove deep within his soul and excavated treasure gilded with reassurance.

On instinct, he followed her as she broke their intimacy, tongue still lolling out. Brandon felt cold as her warmth retreated.

"Have fun," Hannah whispered. "That's what this is about." Then, with an astonishingly quaint peck on his cheek, she left his vision.

Brandon coughed. Have fun, he mused. The words slipped over him like chainmail, more than enough to deflect Ashley's ocular daggers. They straightened his shoulders and fixed his posture. A weight crashed to the floor in his mind. Alright.

"Zack, darling!" Brandon turned around to see his friend extracted from the embrace of Heather and his sister. Both brunettes became immediately surprised at their male companion's absence, now halfway across the living room.

"Hannah, no fair!" Heather said, somewhere between a laugh and a snarl.

"You two have had him for long enough. My turn!"

Brandon's smile was so broad it cracked his head in two. Zack was damn lucky, and he wished him the best in Hannah's clutches. He certainly enjoyed it.

For himself, he scanned for the nearest vacancy, and part of him was very happy that it was her. He had tried so hard to ignore her squeezable ass over the years, and tonight, he could finally pay his honest respects.

"Victoria!" Derailed emeralds greeted him, obviously switching tracks too quickly on a long train of thought. "May I cut in while Dustin's off?"

"Uh, well," Victoria fumbled. Brandon knew how to handle those plays. He enclosed her hand, and slowly swayed. She responded automatically. Chuckling, she giggled, "I guess so. Helps me think."

Brandon beamed. Ashley's cold shoulder was positively Antarctic by now, but underneath, as he well knew, her lava churned. Have fun, Brandon telepathically granted. He intended on having some.