Taylor pulls rank

So they'd reached that stage of the party, Taylor saw. All the guests were having fun! Great! But a handful were making asses of themselves in the process.

Zack jumped away from Hannah as she approached, face red, pants tented alarmingly. That was... something she should have expected.

“...Can I get a minute with Hannah, please. Alone." The big sister voice. The one that made everything sound like, Cuz I said so! That's why!

He gave a longing look at his oldest dream girl before slinking away. For her part, she looked grim but unashamed. At least she wasn't kidding herself.

“He's not a little kid, Tay, he really doesn't–”

“Don't, Hannah. Do not even.” That might've come out louder than she intended, from the way Hannah blanched. “That was the one thing I ever asked of you, not to toy with him like that.”

“Don't be such a bitch, Taylor,” Hannah snapped. “He followed me. He started working me over, and you know what? He's pretty good."

Oh God, TMI. "Is that why you're not sucking his face in front of everyone? You're enjoying it this time, and not just showing off?"

"Oh, is that where we're going? Who's the last guy that made you cum and wasn't made of plastic?”

She couldn't turn it off. Hannah played hell with your emotions, got you to do whatever she wanted, even if she didn't know she wanted it. For instance, it might hurt in the moment if Taylor blackened her eye, but it would still make her look like the innocent.

“I'm sorry. The showing off comment was shitty. But you know how he feels about you, and girl trouble is fucking with his head as it is. It's not your party, Hannah. You can't just cum when you want to.”

Hannah looked at her feet. At least, she tried to look at them around her awesome Goddammit! Pull it together, Taylor!

“I'm sorry too.”

Taylor let go of her breath. She wasn't proud of being the type to fight or scream or scheme.

“You just... you make bad decisions when you're horny, ok?”

Hannah sniffed. “I make great decisions when I'm horny.”

“Oh yeah? Name one.”

“You.”

Hannah gazed into her eyes, and Taylor's skin burned under the meaning of that look.

Then Hannah burst out laughing.

“Oh my God! You're thinking about it!”

“I... no... but... what do you want, Han! I'm horny!” Hannah clutched her stomach, struggling for breath. "Look, I've finally succumbed to your charms! Are you really gonna make me beg for it?”

“I'm absolutely gonna make you beg for it, and you are gonna thank me,” Hannah giggled. She reached on tiptoes for Taylor's lips once more, and this time the brunette was eager to meet her halfway.