Learning to bump

[not_yet_screaming]

Lydia swallowed checking her makeup just round the corner from the Argents. Allison wasn't a rival, of course. Not that she couldn't handle rivals. But you should always look either your best or your worst when asking for a favour - and Lydia very much needed one. Like most things she'd prefer to not have her facade slip, but it was either Allison or people she didn't know and couldn't investigate properly.

She'd barely slept the past couple of nights since that night in the school, instead wondering how she could fit in and thrive in this new world. It wouldn't be much harder than for a gawky math-geek to become Queen Bee after all. It was just the consequences of a mistake that might be a lot more severe. Fortunately she was Lydia Martin and did not make mistakes. But if she wasn't sleeping she could at least put the time to good use; most recently downloading the MIT guide to lockpicking and starting to teach herself. She was never again going to be stopped by a locked door at school, and she was working on getting some hairpins that worked as a torque wrench and picks (having realised that using ordinary hairpins was pure Holywood).

Still, this was more important. She checked her makeup one last time, as if she was going on a date. But she wasn't. She was Lydia Martin, and there were just too many downsides to dating a girl, at least while she was still at school (at College might be a different story). No bags under her eyes; makeup was useful that way.. Hair loose, lips pink. Nail polish only a semi-translucent pink. More innocent than she normally looked but she was going to ask Allison to teach her. A nice flaring skirt; after the incident in school she'd taken all the pencil skirts out of her wardrobe. Nothing she couldn't run in if she tried - and the differences were subtle.

Everything in place she drove up to Allison's house to knock on the door, noting with relief that Chris Argent's car wasn't there. He was creepy. A breath before she stepped out of the car and walked up the drive, heels barely clicking, to ring the bell. She was Lydia Martin. She didn't get nervous - especially not when seeing one of her best friends.

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This is definitely more interesting!

[bowsandarrows]

Of everything Allison had been expecting, Lydia tickling her wasn't one of them. It was a good diversion and method of escape, although Allison would later have to point out that it probably wasn't too good of an idea to try it out on a complete stranger. Besides not knowing if the person was ticklish - and it could be disastrous if they weren't ticklish, putting Lydia in closer range and aggravating the person - there was always the danger of flailing limbs or extreme displeasure.

For the moment, though, Allison couldn't do much more than laugh helplessly as Lydia tickled her waist. She dropped her hold on Lydia's hands and went for Lydia's rib cage, trying to tickle her friend in return, all while attempting to wiggle away, though Lydia's questing fingers proved to be a fierce adversary.

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Lydia was well aware of the disadvantages of her approach. Including once having been elbowed by a flailing Jackson (one of the very few times he'd been genuinely apologetic). You used the right tool for the right job - and here and now this approach worked.

She was surprised when she started to giggle at Allison's counter-attack. She didn't realise she was ticklish, and although she'd heard it was psychological, she'd never found that out first hand. But there were two ways to go - pressing forward and redoubling her assault or getting away and having an Allison who might want revenge behind her. And she was under no illusions how anything approaching a "fair" wrestling match would go between them. And she was also trying to back Allison into a corner - or at least onto the couch she hoped Allison had forgotten about. Taking away her ability to escape until she surrendered or turned the tables.

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"Lydia! Stop tickling-" Allison was barely able to gasp out her words, giggling through them. Workout clothes provided little resistance to Lydia's fingers and well-manicured nails.

The house was filled with the giggles of the two girls and Allison found little way to escape. If she wanted to keep tickling Lydia in revenge, she couldn't move too far away, and so intent on tickling Lydia in return that she didn't even notice the couch behind her, until it was too late.

She tumbled onto it with a loud "oof," and attempted to scramble back, though there was nowhere to go. Now trapped, Allison did the only thing she could think of, attempt to pull Lydia down with her.

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Lydia grinned as Allison asked her to stop. "I win?" She wasn't sure, however, whether she could have stopped Allison dragging her down on top of her - although she could have renewed the assault.

But when she fell she caught herself with her arm (some of the training had stuck), and had she left it much later her head would have smashed into Allison's. Instead their faces were inches apart, her whole body on top of Allison's as they were both gasping for breath, and ther mouths inches apart. Her right hand was on Allison's waist - but she had stopped tickling for now, and if Allison didn't seize the initiative tension was going to hang in the air.

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Allison didn't expect Lydia to topple over, if she were being honest, but once she did, Allison wasn't sure exactly what to do. Their faces were inches apart and Lydia was a warm weight on top of Allison, comforting and familiar in ways that weren't meant to be familiar, not with her best friend. For a long moment, Allison looked at Lydia's lips and even started to lean forward to close those meager few inches.

The backfire of a car down the street startled her and she changed her tactic, rolling them off the couch and landing on one of the mats she'd put out. "I win!"

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Falling and having someone heavier than you landing on top of you is never easy, and Lydia hit the mat hard, taking a couple of seconds to get her breath back while underneath Allison. But while Allison was claiming to have won, Lydia was recovering - and resumed the tickling assault. And replaying Allison's gaze in her mind, realising what it meant and that she was disappointed Allison didn't.

Of course the tickling this time was under very different circumstances with Allison already on top. It wouldn't be hard to pin Lydia's arms - either with Allison's, using the leverage she had, or even straddle Lydia and pin her arms under Allison's legs.

[bowsandarrows]

Lydia was wily, Allison knew, and she just proved the truth in Allison's thoughts by quickly bouncing back and resuming the attack. But Allison wasn't going to give up that easily, even if she was laughing helplessly and could barely focus.

"Say 'uncle,'" Allison gasped through her laughter, wiggling up to her knees and crawling forward, finally trapping Lydia's arms and stopping the torture.

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Lydia wriggled and squirmed, trying to escape. But against Allison she had little chance in a wrestling match at the best of times. "Or what?" The wriggle this time was emphasising the fact Lydia was trapped. "You've got me at your mercy. How do you want to take advantage?" One raised eyebrow and a wicked smirk was inviting Allison to do things other than tickle her.

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Though she'd rarely though about Lydia in any remotely sexual context, until today, Allison could feel her face flush, cheeks burning as her mind went to places she didn't expect.

If this had been Scott, she'd lean forward and kiss him, the tickling forgotten. And that was what she pictured doing at the moment. But this was Lydia, and despite how aware Allison was of the other girl, she wasn't willing to risk going there just yet.

"I can keep tickling you," she said.

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"Allison." Lydia smirked. "If that's what you're thinking of then why the blush?" She writhed gently again. "If there's something you want to do but you're not sure about do you want to talk about it? I can hardly run away." Yes, she was teasing her friend a lot. But she was also wondering where this would lead.

[bowsandarrows]

Feeling Lydia writhe under her, the flush on Allison's cheeks darkened and she abruptly shifted off her friend, standing up. "There are things we should talk about, but not here." She extended her hand to help Lydia up. "Possibly not yet."

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Lydia smiled, taking Allison's hand, and then smirked as she pulled herself to her feet. "How was that for a way of escaping? It wouldn't work on everyone." She gave Allison a second to process that. "And I'm not going to shoot you down in flames, although I might tease you silly." If Allison wanted to ask her out, depending how it was done and what Allison wanted, she might or might not say yes although she probably would. But Allison wanted the time.

and it took me a week to get to this; many apologies!

[bowsandarrows]

"I wouldn't try it on many people," Allison said, wrinkling her nose, and refusing to acknowledge the rest of Lydia's comment, though she did file that information away to examine later. "You never know how they'll react."

She let go of Lydia's hand to wander into the kitchen, pulling two water bottles out of the fridge and giving one to Lydia. "Stay hydrated, especially after that workout."

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Lydia smiled wearily, taking the bottle. "Thank you. Although I'm not sure whether to drink this or pour it all over myself to cool off. And what you can do to someone depends on who they are." She shook her head with a pout. "But what am I doing other than getting bruised? Either you or Jackson could throw me around like a ragdoll, and that's not going to change. And that... thing ... could do the same to Jackson."

[bowsandarrows]

Allison shuddered, thinking of that thing from the other night. She still had no idea what it was or what it could do, and part of her didn't want to encounter it ever again. But they would encounter it again, because Beacon Hills wasn't as sleepy and quiet as it appeared on the surface.

"You learn to be quicker and smarter than that thing," Allison said. "And stick to people you trust."

She couldn't carry her knives or bow to school and that was frustrating. But the rest of the time? Allison was going to make sure she had something on her.

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"I am smarter." Lydia shrugged putting her bottle down after taking a swig. "I'm never going to be quicker. And for sticking to people I trust?" She smiled slightly. "You're as close as anyone. And I've ordered a rape alarm and some bear spray." It was, after all, like pepper spray only stronger.

[bowsandarrows]

"Keep them close." Though Allison knew Lydia didn't need the warning. She'd definitely keep them on her. "Take a warm shower tonight and do some light stretching so you don't get sore."

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"I'm not an idiot, Allison." Lydia rolled her eyes. "And I'm going to be stiff and sweaty anyway." Another chug from her bottle. "And probably going to need some concealer for the next few days."

[bowsandarrows]

Allison could point out that Lydia didn't need make-up - she was just as beautiful without it - but somehow, she knew that wouldn't be appreciated. Lydia was well-aware of her looks and what she needed to do to maintain her place as queen bee at school.

"Make sure to give yourself time to practice falling in the morning, as well as everything else." She chugged at her own water. "I'll break into the safe later and get pictures from the book, so we can start analyzing it."

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"Will do. And thank you for the lesson." Lydia smiled before frowning as she heard a car stop outside. "It had better be later. I think that's your folks."

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"You're welcome." Allison listened to the car, the sounds of car doors opening and closing, and sighed. "I should go get cleaned up before I see them. Keep practicing, and we'll make this happen regularly."

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"And I need to get changed back into my clothes." Lydia shrugged. Not that she'd be particularly modest doing so. Especially knowing Allison was interested.

[bowsandarrows]

"Come on, then." Allison tugged Lydia upstairs and into her room, yelling out a hello to her parents as they came inside.

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Lydia smiled, following, with a lot to think about and remember. Which didn't stop her teasing Allison a little more before she left - the ball was in the other girl's court.