Don't Get Caught

After lights out the lights die, Rocky slips from her room, moving like a shadow along the corridor. She meets Bella at the end, mouths pressed hard before either dares a word. Hands claw at clothing, push beneath waistbands, fingers sliding over damp skin while their breaths catch sharp. They drag each other into the dark corner behind the old equipment shed, teeth grazing necks, biting back any sound louder than a gasp. Slick heat meets eager touch, every stroke urgent, every second one mistake from getting caught. Their bodies grind together against the rough wall, sweat-slick and trembling, chasing the edge before the guard’s boots can find them.