"Never a full night," I heard her mutter under her breath as she finished up. "You know, one of these days you gotta say you're going on a business trip."

I chuckled, before quickly sobering as I realised that'd be a pretty big lie to Taylor. Then I had an idea.

"You know, I'm heading to Houston next week," I said. "Taylor already knows about that. If you came along we'd have the whole week, alone."

"Sounds like fun," said Lisa, pulling her top on and grabbing her jacket. It was a cold night.

"Let's go," I said. When my hand touched the doorknob, Lisa replied.

"Next time," she said, grinning. "I'll make you come first. Like, twelve times or something. To make up for tonight."

That got a laugh out of me.

"I look forward to it."

Tiger and Her Kitten

(Автор: Mr_John)

Based on the Dom!Taylor/Sub!Sophia discussion. I know it doesn't look like it, but I tried to stay at least partially true tone character of Sophia, and she wouldn't start out moaning 'more, master!' It'd be a slow transformation.

* * *

I looked up at the sky as I walked home. The clouds were beautiful, backlit by the orange hue of the sunset. I sighed, speeding up my steps as I approached my block.

Another day. It hadn't been too bad— Emma has made some loud comments about my appearance, my intelligence, and my complete lack of friends to her minions— enough to maintain her little guise of not talking to me, but still getting the point across. Madison was on yet another trip out of town with her father, probably picking up a tan on a beach somewhere or 'meeting cute guys!' I didn't care enough to find out the where, just the when. She'd be back in two weeks.

It was Sophia that worried me the most. She had been, cliche as it might sound, quiet— too quiet. She wasn't one for cruel comments and spiteful 'pranks.' No, Sophia was physical. Not a day went by without a rough push, a carefully placed foot, or the occasional punch. Never anywhere that would leave obvious bruises, and never hard enough place me in serious danger, but it was constant. While Emma and Madison had off days, times when they'd simply ignore me, and times when they'd be especially vicious, Sophia had a routine.

I think, out of all of them, I hated her the least. While fists hurt, they didn't hurt as much as jokes about car crashes. As unsettling as it was to think about, her brand of bullying was actually reassuring compared to Emma's carefully chosen insults. I'd receive an ankle-hook and tumble to the floor, Sophia would stand over me and smirk, and then she'd go on her way. That was it.

I still wanted to punch her smug little face in, of course, but I'd take a dozen Sophia's over Emma any-day. She was as reliable as clockwork. Thus, when she failed to so much as brush by me in the halls, I got scared. The last time she'd gone quiet....

Well. The locker wasn't a good precedent.

By the time I'd finished worrying myself sick over the possibilities and contemplating going to the police for the hundredth time this week, I was home. Avoiding the squeaky step on my way up the stairs to the front door, I was inside and making myself a sandwich within a minute. Dad wouldn't be home until late tonight— another long evening spent slaving over the books down at the docks, desperately trying to change the numbers through sheer will alone. He didn't talk to me about it, but I heard him on the phone at times, commiserating with friends about the horrible state of affairs and the latest batch of workers that had moved away or fallen to crime. It was sad, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. Finishing my sandwich, I made my way up the stairway to my room slowly, fishing my homework out of my bag as I went. I may not get all of it turned in, thanks to the terrible trio, but every bit helped—

My bag hit the floor as I struggled to comprehend the scene before me. As I stared in shock, Sophia looked up and grinned a wide, pearly-white smile.

* * *

The first thing I noticed— after the fact that Sophia was in my house, Sophia was in my room— was her clothes. She wasn't in the jeans and overly tight t-shirt that I saw every day in school. Instead, she had a sweater with a plunging neckline that formed that v-shape that made it abundantly clear she had cleavage, along with a skirt.

Sophia didn't do skirts. Sophia didn't do anything other than slacks and jeans, period. Even Madison, the Queen of the Sexy Mini-skirt, hadn't managed to convince Sophia to so much as try one on. I had heard this from Madison herself— an offhand comment led to a near-fight between Sophia and Madison about the very same topic. It was one of the few times I had managed to slip away from them after being caught. So why was she wearing one now, in my house if all places— oh, and there was the terror I had managed to briefly displace with my tangent.

Sophia was in my room. The one security that I had— the one place I could go to escape the trio with complete certainty that I was safe— was being ripped away from me in front of my eyes. She had broken in to my sanctuary, utterly destroyed my final place of comfort. I felt... Violated.

She was talking, but I wasn't paying any attention. I whipped my head about, trying to see if she had touched anything— and for the most part, it looked like she hadn't. Only one thing was out of place— the door to my closet. But the only things of value in there...

Were my notebooks.

As my eyes snapped back to Sophia, I noticed one little detail I hadn't before— the spiral-bound pages on her lap. I only had a brief moment of relief— the coded, larger book of plans for my cape life was in the basement, after a long night of directing spiders— but the notes she had were almost as bad. The first book was my account of every single little assault I had suffered for almost a year and a half, now. Every taunt, every push, every piece of damage, up to and including the locker. If she destroyed that, most of my case went down the drain. And the other book...

That was my revenge notebook. All my research, all the different plans for involving the police, the school board, even the childish revenge fantasies wherein I imagined using the evidence to blackmail the trio into being my slaves and worse, it was in there. And it was the one she had been reading as I entered.

Panic and adrenaline were coursing through my veins with every heartbeat. Sophia was still talking, though I couldn't hear anything beyond my blood pounding in my ears. There wasn't any way out of this. She had the key pieces, and she was stronger, more athletic, and overall the obvious winner in a fight. I couldn't get them back.

But I had to try.

The four steps between Sophia's seat-my bed-and the door disappeared near-instantly to my eyes. One second, Sophia was smirking as she said something, and the next her startled face was right in front of mine— before my fist smashed into her nose. Later, when I thought of this moment, I would assume that the sheer surprise Sophia felt when I finally chose to get physical was enough to stun her momentarily. Unfortunately, she wasn't stunned for long.

The next few moments passed in a red haze. When I came to, I was pinned to the floor with my hands over my head, and Sophia was sitting on top of me. One of my eyes hurt beyond belief, and Sophia's grip was near-crushing, but her nose was bent out of shape and she had a split lip.

She was also smiling wider than I had ever seen from her.

As I struggled futilely against her hold, she repositioned me as easily as I might move a baby. Her hands came together above my head, and the separate grips became one. Her now-free left hand lifted up and felt her nose. When it came away red with blood, her smile only got wider.

After that quick expenditure of energy, I was starting to come back to my senses— and the terror was returning. I had just punched Sophia in the face. I had punched Sophia in the face, and broken her nose. As her bloody hand slowly lowered, I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see the revenge hit coming.

When my face didn't immediately explode with pain, I became confused. The feather-light stroking of my cheek didn't help.

Sophia was touching— no, Sophia was caressing my face. With her dripping, wet hand. I shivered in disgust, my eyes still clenched firmly shut. Of course, that just prompted a laugh from my tormentor— and that brought the earlier rage back. Given the situation, I then did something incredibly stupid— I snapped my teeth at her fingers.

She was quicker than I was, and pulled back moments before I would've taken off her fingernails. The gasp of surprise was expected. The second laugh was not.

The kiss? That was really unexpected.

My eyes flew open in shock. Sophia was kissing me— well, Sophia was raping my mouth. Her tongue was inside before I could do more than flinch, and then I was distracted with a whole new set of problems.

I had never kissed anyone before that. Well, Emma and I had kissed as children, but a full-on tongue-party like Sophia was pulling on me? I had never experienced it before. It was completely new— and pretty damn awesome. The endorphins running through me made everything more sensitive, and when I instinctively pressed against her to kiss her back, her moan sent shivers down my spine. There was a good ten seconds where the outside world faded, and all I could focus on was the kiss.

When she pulled back, we were both breathing heavily, and I was much more aware of our positioning. Sophia's sweater had been torn, and the front was hanging open, giving me a close-up view of her bra that many boys at our school would kill for. My shirt had ridden up pretty damn high, and everything below my chest was exposed to the world— and I could definitely feel the rub of Sophia's panties against my stomach.

More importantly, Sophia's grip had loosened. I took a moment to catch my breath as I stared Sophia in the eye.

Then I flipped us.

* * *

Sophia had not been ready for the surge of activity. Within seconds, her back was on the ground. I had her arms pinned, but it wasn't good enough. She had been strong enough to hold both of my arms down with one of hers— I seriously doubted that I could hold her if she didn't want to be held.

So I cheated.

I was currently 'sitting' between her thighs. It was more of a kneeling position, with her legs splayed across the sides of mine. I loomed over her, holding her wrists above her in much the same way she had me. Luckily, Sophia was actually a good couple of inches shorter than me. Only my slumped stance had kept us at a near-even level at school-but here, she had needed to actually sit on top of me for the reach needed to keep my hands above my head. I didn't need that extra space. In fact, I was perfectly positioned to pull off my distraction.

It was partially fueled by the kiss-okay, mostly fueled-but I needed time to put her down. We had rolled right up next to my bedside desk, on my left, and the cord for my alarm clock was well within reaching distance. But to actually grab it, pull it out of the wall, and wrap it around her hands would take far longer than I had. Even as I planned this out in the space of seconds, Sophia was blinking some sense back into her eyes. Therefore, the distraction.

I pressed forward with my hips, and ground the front of my crotch against Sophia's panties. Simultaneously, I dropped my head, and bit down on the hard, cloth-covered nub nearly poking a hole in her bra.

Sophia damn near shrieked. Her back arched up against me, her fists clenched, and her legs curled around mine in a very firm hold. All in all, by the time she recovered from it, I had a nice neat knot keeping her wrists together with part of the extension cord.

I was also panting pretty heavily. I had just driven an incredibly attractive girl into a fit, she was still moaning, and I swear I could feel the dampness through my jeans. I was having a really tough time not reaching for my own zipper.

As I caught my breath and the arousal faded, however, I started to shake. I had Sophia tied down beneath me. I had Sophia Hess tied down beneath me. I had Sophia Hess, one of my main tormentors, and someone I pretty much despised tied down beneath me.

I was also running high on the cocktail of chemicals that had to be running through my body. I wasn't in the best state of mind— hell, part of me demanded that I skip over the whole 'hated nemesis' bit and go straight into ravishing the cute, panting girl who was literally at my mercy.

Another part of me demanded I smash my fist into Sophia's face a couple more times. She really, really deserved it. Maybe a few more bruises would straighten her out?

And finally, the majority of me was freaking the hell out. Sophia was in my room, Sophia had seen my books, I had punched her, what if she took this to court Emma's dad would devastate us but she kissed me but now she's tied up and I practically raped her and that look she's giving me isn't helping at all—

"Going to untie me anytime soon, Hebert?" Sophia seemed almost... mellow. She was definitely more relaxed than I'd ever seen her before. Once again, I was partially proud, pissed, and terrified of this statement.

Only this time, angry won.

"No. No, I don't think I am. You broke into my home, and you aren't going anywhere until I get an explanation." Sophia finally seems to lose some of that calm. Not enough to really be angry, but she's definitely annoyed.

"Fine. Emma talked about your house, yesterday. Said it was a dump. I left after lunch for a meeting, and decided to walk back to my place after. Walk wasn't too far from your house, decided to come by, and looked through your room-" my slap caught her entirely off-balance. It surprised me as well, but just the thought of Sophia just deciding to rummage through my room like it was no big deal made me so angry..

Sophia only looked shocked for a few seconds before that weird smirk returned.

"Anyways, I found your plans. And Jesus Christ, Hebert, I was so fucking wrong about you it's hilarious."

What.

"There are two kinds of people, Hebert. Predators and prey. And here I thought you were the weakest kind of prey there was— wouldn't even fight back to save itself. Instead, you were fucking gathering evidence. You wrote down every little fucking thing, and then you made up ways to bring down the wrath of fucking God down on us. I saw the other plans, too. Who knew Hebert was such a pervert?"