I Dominate All Men

Sapphire couldn't sleep. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions she couldn't name, all centering on Amara. The kiss they'd shared lingered in her mind, making her restless. She needed answers—needed to understand this pull Amara had on her.

It was nearly midnight when Sapphire left her bedroom and climbed into her sleek sports car. She didn't think twice about where she was going. The streets were quiet, the city bathed in moonlight, and before long, she found herself in front of Amara's modest apartment.

Taking a deep breath, she rang the buzzer.

Amara answered the door in a loose tank top and sweatpants, her hair messily tousled. The sight of her so casual, so unguarded, sent a jolt through Sapphire's chest.

"Sapphire?" Amara asked, her voice low and husky. "What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep," Sapphire admitted, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

Amara raised an eyebrow, shutting the door behind her. "So you thought breaking into my night was the solution?"

Sapphire turned, her eyes locking with Amara's. "I didn't know where else to go."

For a moment, the air between them was charged with silence. Then Amara sighed and gestured toward the couch. "Sit. I'll make us tea."

But Sapphire didn't move. Instead, she stepped closer to Amara, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you regret it? The kiss?"

Amara froze, the teasing glint in her eyes replaced by something raw and vulnerable. "No," she said quietly. "Do you?"

Sapphire shook her head, her heart pounding. "No."

The space between them seemed to disappear in an instant. Sapphire's hands found their way to Amara's shoulders, and Amara pulled her close, their lips meeting in a kiss far deeper, far more desperate than the first. Sapphire felt the world tilt as Amara's arms encircled her, holding her as though she were the only thing that mattered.

Sapphire woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. She blinked, taking in her surroundings—Amara's tiny but cozy apartment. The memory of the previous night sent a flush creeping up her neck.

Amara was in the kitchen, her back turned as she made coffee. She looked relaxed, at ease, and Sapphire couldn't help but smile.

"You're staring," Amara said without turning around.

Sapphire scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself."

Amara smirked, placing a cup of coffee in front of Sapphire. "Too late for that, princess."

As they sipped their coffee, Sapphire felt a strange sense of peace, as if the weight of the world had lifted off her shoulders. For once, she wasn't Celestia High's queen or the perfect daughter of wealthy parents—she was just Sapphire, sitting across from someone who saw her for who she really was.

But the peace was short-lived.

"You know this isn't going to be easy," Amara said, her voice cutting through the quiet. "People aren't going to let us just… be."

Sapphire's jaw tightened. "Let them try. I'm not scared of a fight."

Amara's lips curved into a small smile. "Good. Because I'm not going anywhere."

When Sapphire returned to school, the whispers were louder than ever. Her loyal followers were distant, their expressions tinged with judgment. The boys who once adored her now watched her with a mix of jealousy and resentment.

But Sapphire didn't care. She walked into the school hand in hand with Amara, her head held high.

The cafeteria fell silent as they entered, all eyes on them. Lina, who had been Sapphire's closest friend, stood up from her table, her expression icy.

"You've changed, Sapphire," Lina said, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "And not for the better."

Sapphire's grip on Amara's hand tightened, but before she could respond, Amara stepped forward.

"Funny," Amara said, her voice calm but cutting. "I'd say she's finally being herself. Maybe you're just mad because you can't control her anymore."

Lina's cheeks flushed, but she said nothing, sinking back into her seat.

Sapphire glanced at Amara, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You didn't have to do that."

"I know," Amara replied, smirking. "But it was fun."

The tension in the school came to a boiling point during the annual pool party hosted by Celestia High's student council. It was supposed to be a night of fun, but for Sapphire and Amara, it turned into something far more intense.

Amara had been reluctant to attend, but Sapphire convinced her, saying it was better to face the gossip head-on than to hide.

The evening started off fine—until a group of jealous girls cornered Sapphire by the pool.

"You think you're so special," one of them sneered. "Just because you're with her?"

Sapphire crossed her arms, her gaze steady. "I don't think—I know. And if you have a problem with that, feel free to leave."

The girl's face twisted in anger, and before Sapphire could react, she was shoved into the pool.

The water was cold, the laughter from the crowd ringing in her ears. But before she could resurface, strong arms pulled her up.

Amara.

Amara glared at the group, her expression deadly. "If any of you so much as look at her again, you'll regret it."

The girls scattered, leaving Sapphire and Amara alone by the pool.

"You okay?" Amara asked, her voice softening.

Sapphire nodded, her lips trembling. "Yeah. Thanks to you."

Amara cupped Sapphire's face, her thumb brushing against her cheek. "No one messes with you, not while I'm here."

Their lips met again, this time under the stars, the water glistening around them.