from a fic Not a lot of time passed before Veronica felt warmth rushing through her and clutched at Heather’s hair tighter, moaning and grinding a little against Heather’s wanting mouth. “Fuck, Heather…”

Heather looked up, a satisfied gleam in her eye as she took in Veronica’s face.

“I’ve had better,” Veronica shrugged, smirking at Heather’s indignant squawk. “But not by much.” she purred, trying to soothe her as she chuckled. “I find it a little hard to believe you’ve never done this before. It’s not exactly something one gets right on the first try. Are you sure you haven’t tried this with the other Heathers? Or maybe it was some other pretty girl who caught your eye.”

Heather frowned, wiping at her mouth with the back of her wrist. “This is Sherwood, Ohio. You can’t just go down on a girl and not expect everyone to know about it the next morning. Believe me, if I’d done this before, you’d know.”

Veronica smiled softly, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “I know.” she said, and ran a hand gently through Heather’s hair again.

Heather grumbled a bit at the touch, but leaned into it all the same. “I don’t need your goddamn sympathy, you know.”

“You know, people say shit like pity and sympathy like it’s a bad thing,” Veronica murmured, still carding her hand through Heather’s hair, “But it’s not. You’re hurting, and that hurts me. It’s not bad to let someone else hold you up when you’re tired of holding the rest of the world. You can let yourself be weak every now and then. It happens. No shame in that. If you can only be weak here, that’s alright. I’d be happy to hold you up and help you when you need me, when you need this .”

Heather looked up then, and Veronica was a bit worried when she saw tears glistening in those smokey eyes.

“Are you alri-?”

Veronica began to speak, but found long arms dotted in freckles curling around her legs.