Tatiana, because you’ve got the hots for your RA

“It’s got to be one of the Zeta girls,” Val says.

“Uh… not quite,” you answer.

“Oh, so one of the Theta girls then,” Mars says, glancing over at their spot in the stands.

“Of course it’s one of them,” Val laughs. “So. Name. Tell me.”

“Tatiana,” you say, pointing at your RA. She’s still chatting with Savannah, the two of them laughing over some joke or another.

“Wow, you want Tatiana?” Mars says, sounding a mix of impressed and shocked. She and Val share a look. “I’m not going to say she isn’t hot, but… aren’t you worried if things go wrong?”

“What’s the worst that could happen?” you ask, before the image of you getting kicked out of your dorm flashes through your mind. Your joking demeanor goes flat. You have no doubt that Tatiana would do it with ruthless glee.

“We better come up with something good then,” Val says, agreeing with your mien.

You and Mars pull up to the sorority sisters. Tatiana and Savannah are exchanging some kind of gossip about the basketball team, rumors about the Zeta girls planning to hook up with the starters, but Tatiana halts their conversation as you draw close.

“Alex, Mars, what brings the two of you here?” she asks, giving the two of you a suspicious look. “You’re supposed to be out in the stadium, cheering for the home team.”

“Mars made a bet with me,” you say. “Only you can settle it.”

Tatiana raises an eyebrow.

“Tell me,” she says curtly.

“Well, Mars bet me fifty bucks that I wouldn't be able to make out with the hottest girl here,” you say. “So, want to split the money?”

The words register on Tatiana’s face with a low chuckle.

“Yes, naturally I do,” Tatiana nods, throwing Mars a contemptuous glance.

Savannah, watching from Tatiana’s side with an easy smile, giggles at the comment. Imogen, however, does not take the news so kindly.

“That is an absolutely terrible idea,” she says, breaking off her conversation with the guy next to her. “You’re his RA. Don’t you have a moral compass or some basic common sense? Would either of those things ever suggest that you get anywhere close to him?”

“When’s the last time you used either of those things?” Tatiana shoots back.

“On a daily basis, thank you very much—” Imogen begins saying, only for her voice to be drowned out by a series of ooos and aaaahs that erupt from the crowd around you. It’s not because of what Tatiana or Imogen said. Your eyes flick to the jumbotron hanging above the stadium. It’s the kiss cam, zooming in on you and Tatiana.

The Russian girl remains stoic before the camera, only the slightest curl of her fingers indicating that you should draw closer. You swoop forwards, your lips brushing against each other, soft then hard. So hard. There is a steel to the way Tatiana kisses. The way she kisses back at you sends a shiver down your spine, the strength and heat apparent in her kiss blossoming outwards. Her hand against your chest is a controlling hand that guides you into her. It makes you want to lose yourself in her. And for a couple long seconds, you do, the feeling of her lips against yours and her cool hands pressed against your body all that you can think of.

It takes you a second longer to recover when Tatiana pulls away from you. The cameras have long since cut away. Tatiana has a small, satisfied smile on her face and she glances at Mars.

“Pay up,” she says, rapping her fingers on the edge of her seat.

Mars frowns before reluctantly pulling out a twenty and a five, handing it over to Tatiana.

“Very nice. That’s what I like to see from the residents of my dorm,” Tatiana says, nodding as she tucks away the bills. “It is good doing business with you.”

Watching her instantly resume her prior conversation with Savannah, as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you, you gain a sudden appreciation for the Russian mafia and how they operate.

“This is the stupidest horseshit that I’ve ever seen,” Imogen grumbles, throwing you an unhappy look. “Get out of here, you two.”

You and Mars glance at each other, silently agreeing to take Imogen’s advice, and you beat your retreat.

The game closes out with Stonewall trouncing Schmarvard with a twenty point lead. You cheer with Mars and Val as the team does a victory lap around the court, and then the three of you head back out to the tailgate after-party to celebrate and get sloshed on cheap beer.

“I’d call tonight a success,” Mars says, raising her bottle in a toast.

“A roaring success,” Val nods, raising her own bottle. “All thanks to me going to the control room and getting that cameraman onto Alex.”

“You girls did great,” you laugh, raising your own bottle. “I can’t believe I got to make out with Tatiana in front of the whole school!”

The three of you match bottles and you down the rest of your drink, closing the night in good company.

Tatiana +25
Imogen -10
Mars +10
Valentine +10