Sapphic Curse Of The Crystal Skull

The tent goes dark. Adriana flicks off the alarm and peels herself out of the blankets. Clothes on, she steps into the New Mexico heat and squints. Where the hell is Kissa? She spots her buddy in the sun, crammed into shorts tight enough to show cheek. The kind that grip every curve. “What are you wearing?” she blurts. “Whatever the fuck I want,” Kissa grins, lazy and dirty. Adriana worries her lip. “Out here? Alone? That get-up’ll bring trouble.” Kissa rolls her eyes. “Relax, no one around for miles. Save the lecture.” She slaps Adriana on the ass. “Let’s move.” Adriana shoulders her pack, grumbling the whole way down the trail. Two hours in, sweat everywhere, Kissa keeps peeking back like she wants trouble. Tries a filthy joke. Adriana shoots it down with the same line every time: “Remember? Married.” Right when she’s ready to throw a punch, the rock face rises—tall, nasty vertical, tiny black slit near the top. Adriana sucks in a breath. “No one’s seen it before.” Kissa shoots up the cliff like it’s nothing. Adriana fights every inch, calves on fire. By the time she creaks over the ledge, the lantern’s click reveals Kissa waiting like she just napped there. Kissa flips her an arrowhead. “Got bored.” Adriana nearly pisses herself happy. “Mayan? Maybe. Show me.” They go deeper, knees and elbows scraping. Adriana drops to the ground, sifting, fingers frantic until the second point pops into her hand. One quick shot on the phone and—wait. Something gleams behind the arrowhead in the glare. Adriana digs fast, metal clinking on rock. She drags the smoky chunk free, fist-sized, already carved like a jawless skull. Water washes dust. Sharp angles catch the light. Kissa snorts. “Coulda been carved last week.” Adriana’s sure it’s ancient. She edges the lantern closer. The skull pulses, white light flooding forward until both eyes shine with it. Kissa’s voice cuts through like cold water—Adriana’s shaking back to here, breath caught. “Better head down,” she mumbles. Later inside the tent, Kissa snores while Adriana kneels again, flashlight inches from the skull. Again it wakes. Light catches. Adriana’s pupils go glossy; something flips inside her like a switch. She yanks the blanket off Kissa’s thigh. “Need to fuck you.” Kissa, bleary, cracks a laugh. “You?” The words die the second Adriana slides on top, lips soft, bold, already grinding under blankets that won’t stay on for long. Hands everywhere, moans low and wet, both women naked, tangled and slick with sweat. The crystal skull glows on the floor, proof that the night’s far from finished.