#WE NEED A NICKNAME LASKY

[nyxie-e-e]

New Lasky Audio Spoilers:

“With you the thinking part doesn’t shut off. It just relaxes a little. I dont stop thinking. I don’t fall into feeling. I hit this kind of balance and that’s intense and unfamiliar and scary and amazing all at once. It’s just really different and it’s such a cool thing to get to feel with you. I keep saying scary and I don’t mean it like that because you make it all feel safe. It never feels like it’s out of control. It just feels new and I think my brain automatically turns new into scary and that’s not fair because being with you. How I’m feeling with you right now. It’s proof that new isn’t scary. I don’t have to be scared of something just because it’s unfamiliar. This fear right now isn’t fear. It’s excitement. A lot of it. God a lot of it”

Oh Lasky, you and I are a little too similar sometimes.

#he just described what it feels like to be in love with someone #to not turn off your brain but to make it feel relaxed #damn #i wanna feel that way too #lasky is just like me fr #I’m so glad he finally feels safe in every way #so proud of him tbh #and insanely jealous lmaooo/pos #WE NEED A NICKNAME LASKY #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted lasko #redacted coworker

[firerwolf]

Remedy

Sarah stared on the couch in her living room, the only source of light was the screen of her handheld console. She was playing on autopilot, her mind just trying to be numbed by the familiar actions. She was focused enough that she didn’t hear the door down the hallway open or her roommate walk into the room with her. “What are you doing up?” he asked.   Sarah tore her eyes away from the screen and turned to look at the man. His usually neat black hair was messy, his chin showing the smallest stubble, and she noted that there seemed to be some light sweat stains on his undershirt. “Why are you so sweaty, Tom?” Palmer asked. Lasky absently pulled at his shirt as though being reminded of the moisture had reminded him how uncomfortable it is. “I had a nightmare,” he answered, looking away from her slightly. “So…I mean I know you Spartans don’t need to sleep much but…” He trailed off, realizing that he was sort of rambling. “Same reason you’re up,” Palmer answered, turning her gaze back to her game. At the thought of the dream she’d had earlier she could feel the dull phantom pain in her leg from where years ago the spiker round had hit her. “Couldn’t get back to sleep.” “Didn’t know that big bad Spartans had nightmares,” Tom said as he moved toward the kitchen. “I wasn’t always a Spartan,” Sarah reminded him glancing toward the kitchen where he was grabbing a glass from one of the cabinets. He filled it with water at the sink before he moved back to the living room. “Having trouble getting back to sleep as well?” “I always do,” he admitted before he took a sip from his cup. “I have my tricks for getting back to sleep but I don’t have a girlfriend right now so…” “Oh I know that solution,” Palmer said, shooting him a sly grin. “It’s the classic ODST remedy for when the ghosts won’t leave you alone. Also a personal favorite.” Tom chuckled and shook his head slightly at her insinuation. “That is also a choice,” he admitted, moving toward Sarah to take a seat in the recliner near her. “No, I have another solution that usually works for me.” He watched her for a moment before he shrugged to himself. “Though, if you’re willing, maybe we could help each other get some sleep.” “Oh Captain,” Palmer teasingly gasped, using her favorite nickname for him. She stretched out on the couch, striking a pose like a pinup model and smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.” “Not that,” Tom said with a chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “Not that,” he repeated again a bit quieter. He stood up and held a hand out to Sarah to help her off the couch. She paused for a moment, unsure of what he had in mind before she took his hand. Sarah let Tom lead her down the hallway and toward his room, all the while she was more confused as to his intentions. Tom set his glass of water on the table beside his bed and pulled the sheets back so he could climb in. “Are you sure that we’re not thinking about the same remedy?” “I’m sure,” Tom stated with a deep laugh that she felt was unfairly enticing. “We don’t take our cloths off for this.” “Where’s the fun in that,” Sarah muttered, watching as Tom climbed into the bed and patted the space beside him. She narrowed her gaze suspiciously before deciding that Tom wouldn’t do anything she needed to worry about. She climbed into the bed with him. “There was another Lieutenant I knew who once said that a great way to deal with dreams is a weighted blanket,” Tom explained. His hands moved to Sarah’s waist, pulling her toward his side in a familiar way. She and Tom cuddled plenty on the couch so it was easy for her fit against his side, letting herself be pulled into his arms and held against his chest. “I found the blankets to actually be unhelpful, making me feel more trapped than comforted. But the weight of another person, the warmth and the feel of another human, is something you can’t match. It is contrary to the dreams, a living person and some gentle contact.” His hand moved along her back and she couldn’t help but admit that it was soothing him. “It just allows me to put distance between me and the dream.” His voice was growing quieter and his hand on her back slowed. Silence filled the room and Sarah let herself just focus on the steady breath of her bedmate, allowing herself to sink into the comfortable feeling and slowly drift to sleep as well. This time the ghosts leaving her alone.  

#halo #Captain Lasky #Commander Palmer #Thomas lasky #Sarah Palmer #Spartan Palmer #fanfic

[ajasgf]

this is awful. please don’t hate me. i know i can do better than this. i wrote this so long ago and never posted it but you asked so here it is. please don’t laugh. 

Sharon tugged her coat around her frame even tighter, shielding herself from the forest wind. On a moss covered tree stump to her left laid the holy book; her only downfall. She took the lighter from her pocket and set it ablaze, watched as the flames danced above the metal, twisting in the breeze. Her smile brighter than the small inferno.

Her hand reached for the book, turning pristine pages between her fingertips. She found her way to Leviticus and tore the paper from the binding jaggedly, throwing the book down hard in front of her. With a lighter poised right under the discarded pages, she watched the world burn.

Section by section, Sharon destroyed the book, ashes catching on her coat and in her hair. Never had she felt more divine. “If I cannot move Heaven,” she thought, “I will raise Hell.”

Her cackle echoed through the forest as she threw the ashes into the wind. Nothing left of a creator. For a moment, she let herself pretend that she was free.

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“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. The wanting for a girl has overcome me. Please, I beg you to make me forget soft thighs and painted lips. I have prayed and praised you before all else. I want to be perfect for you. I don’t know what more I can do. Are you listening?”

Tears poured down Alaska’s cheeks, harsh sobs wracking her body. Her attempts to be silent had long been abandoned. Already on her knees, she crumpled further into the floor of the cathedral, grasping her chest hard enough to feel the sharp indents of her crucifix against her palm.

Alaska could feel the moonlight flooding through the stained glass windows, bathing her in a soft glow. Her hair splayed out around her, messy blonde locks contrasting against dark tile. Her cries sounded like drums through the church, drowning out the tapping of high heels against cement.

Noticing a shoe in her line of vision, Alaska threw herself even further into the floor. “I’m sorry, Sister! I know I shouldn’t be out of bed but I had to come and confess! I had to,” she cried, voice breaking with the shaking of her body. She had been hit by the nuns once before and the bright red scar still stood out on her pale skin.

“Hey,” came a soft, feminine voice from behind her. Nothing like the harsh tone most of the nuns possessed. A hand touched her shoulder gently and Alaska raised into a kneel, peering through a curtain of tangled hair.

“Hey,” Alaska heard again. She turned to face the figure behind her, a girl adorning the tightest and shortest black dress Alaska had ever seen. It stopped high on her thighs, exposing creamy skin and seductively long legs. Alaska glanced down at the girl’s stiletto heels before meeting her eye.

The girl ran her hand along Alaska’s shoulder comfortingly, her sharp nails caressing the skin. Alaska couldn’t help but stare at her. Long black hair cascading down her back in loose ringlets, bright blue eyes and blood red lips. Alaska could have sworn that she, herself, was temptation.

The girl smiled down at her, continuing to run her hands over her shoulder. “Are you okay?” she asked. Alaska stared, wide eyed.

“I’m not going to tell anyone that you were here. Neither of us are supposed to be out right now. Come with me. My room is right down the hall.” She extended her hand to Alaska, black nails glinting in the light.

Alaska stood with her help, wiping violently at the tears under her eyes. She felt blood in her palm from the sharpness of her crucifix. Before she could take a good look at the cut, she was pulled down the eerily quiet hallway of the cathedral.

A few doors down from the confessional were the unused dorms. Alaska couldn’t recall ever seeing anyone with a room in this place. All of the girls slept in a building across the campus in two lengthy hallways, connected to a bathroom and a small living area. As far as Alaska knew, no one had ever slept this close to the church.

Alaska felt herself being pulled into a room, the door shut softly behind her. She sat on the small bed, watching as the girl rummaged around in a bedside drawer for a second before turning to Alaska.

“I’m Sharon,” she said, taking Alaska’s hand in her own and inspecting the cut from the crucifix. She wiped away the excess blood with her finger, placing a bandage over the wound and securing it tightly. “That’s better. Those goddamn necklaces hurt.” Alaska gaped at her choice of words and Sharon smiled. “And who are you, princess?”

“My name’s Alaska,” she conceded, blushing lightly at the nickname. With her sitting and Sharon standing, her eyes landed on Sharon’s scantily covered breasts. Alaska tore her eyes away violently.

“What was a pretty girl like you doing crying in the confessional at night?” Sharon smirked, placing a clawed hand over her round hip.

“That’s none of your business!” Alaska exclaimed.

“Oh, I know it’s not. But how could I just ignore a beautiful girl looking so vulnerable?” Sharon’s smile was intoxicating as she sat down next to Alaska on the bed.

“I was confessing. I always come at night.” Alaska studied her hands in her lap, refusing to meet Sharon’s eye.

“Why is that?” Sharon placed her hand on Alaska’s thigh and Alaska jumped, shifting a few feet away.

“I can’t risk the other girls hearing. I need more forgiving than they do.”

Sharon crossed her legs at the ankles, turning to face Alaska while still respecting the space she had set between them. “And how are you supposed to forgive yourself when you place all of your faith in a man in the sky?”

Alaska scoffed. “I don’t need my own forgiveness! I need his before all else!”

Sharon’s lips crooked upwards in a sad sort of smile. “What if your God isn’t here, Alaska? What then?”

Alaska stood up abruptly, her Sunday school shoes slamming against the floor. “There’s no way! There is no way that He isn’t here! None of us would be here if he hadn’t died for us!” Alaska replied on reflex and reached for the door handle. “I’ll be leaving now. Goodnight!”

Before she could turn the handle, Sharon called after her softly. “Where will you go, darling? The dorms are all the way across the courtyard. You’ll have to walk past the nuns’ block.”

“I got here on my own, I can leave on my own! I know how to slip through the forest!”

“It’s nearing three am. You know the nuns get together nightly to pray. It’s safer to stay.”

Alaska scowled, hating the fact that Sharon was right. She sat back down on the bed, turning away from her. But she wasn’t hesitant to talk.

“How couldn’t you believe in a God? This world had to start somewhere. We didn’t just come from nothing. There is a creator and he loves us, Sharon. I know it.”

Sharon sighed. “If God created this world, how can he stand the sight of himself? If we are created in his image, can we really trust him? How is there someone who claims to be a beacon of hope when war and poverty affect so many? How can someone who truly loves His creations let six million people be violently tortured and slaughtered for their religion? How can He love us when He lets us be murdered? Did it hurt less after His first child was killed? Is He desensitized now? Does He even care? I don’t want a God. Give me something I can destroy.”

“Of course He cares,” Alaska cried. “The hardships He puts up through it to make us stronger! He’s making us more worthy of his love.”

“That doesn’t explain senseless killing, princess.” Sharon laid out across her bed on her back. “What about the old testament? You all just pretend like it doesn’t exist, like your God wasn’t angry or spiteful. You call Him a savior after he flooded the world. You call Him a hero after He killed more people than anyone else in the Bible ever did. And you say He is love when he condemns people like me to the pits of Hell. There’s no love in wanting to see your own children burn.”

“What do you mean, people like you?” Alaska questioned.

“Women who love women, Alaska. We’re monsters in his eyes.”

Alaska sits quietly, shocked into silence. She thinks about her own breakdown at the altar of Christ. She thinks about the countless days she has tried to force herself to forget wanting a girl’s lips on her own.

Sharon notices her lack of retaliation. “I heard you, Alaska. And I heard my mother when she called me the devil and sent me away. I heard the priest when he tried to beat it out of me. I heard the nuns when they locked me away. If that’s what God wants for me, he is the sickest of them all.”

Alaska continued to sit in silence. She curled her knees up to her chest, resting her head on top of them. Sharon took this as her resign, covering Alaska in a blanket from the bed and turning out the light to catch the two hours of sleep left before they had to be in class.

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Alaska snapped awake, rubbing her eyes. She immediately noticed that she wasn’t in her own room. No, there was too much black to be anything like the pristine white room she shared with her dormmates. Her blurry vision locked on the girl standing in front of her. Sharon.

She rubbed Alaska’s shoulder, placing a clean uniform skirt and blouse down on the bed. “I woke you up awhile ago, but you went back to sleep. You were too cute to disturb and you looked like you needed rest. Class starts soon. You can take my uniform.” Alaska was about to ask what Sharon would do for clothing until she eyed the short latex dress she was wearing.

Sharon noticed her perplexed look and laughed. “I don’t go to your kind of classes, Lasky. I get to sit in a room with a priest for hours while he drones on about my need to repent. He despises me as it is. This dress isn’t going to hurt any more than my very lesbian presence does.”

Alaska blinked a few times, her mind catching on the nickname. Lasky.

Sharon turned to slide into her plumb heels, dabbing at her crimson lips with the pad of her finger. She smiled down at Alaska. “Get changed. Wouldn’t want the good girl to be late for morning prayer.”

Alaska blushed, picking up the clothes next to her on the bed. She eyed Sharon wearily, looking from the skirt and blouse to her own body.

“I won’t look. Contrary to popular belief, sapphic women aren’t the predators they try to make you think we are. No matter how pretty you are, that’s disrespectful and I’m not going to treat you like a piece of meat. Now, get dressed.” Sharon faced away from Alaska, adjusting her dress in the mirror and running her fingers along the crystals that lay at the bottom.

“Okay,” Alaska replied meekly once she had finished and Sharon turned.

“I’ve never seen anyone make a church school uniform look cute,” Sharon flirted. Alaska blushed heavily and wrapped her fingers around the doorknob.

“Wait!” Sharon called. “Can I see you again? No tears this time.”

Alaska hesitated at the door, shocked into thought. She nodded quickly and rushed out into the hall.

Goddamn pretty Christian girls, Sharon thought.

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In class, the nuns spoke of homosexuality. The entire week had been dedicated to Leviticus and Alaska found herself sitting uneasily, trying to push away thoughts of dark hair and a sinfully tight dress.

What if she had wanted Sharon to watch her as she changed that morning? How big of a sin was it to want to see her, too? Alaska wanted to touch her. Wanted to feel those long, long legs wrapped around her head. She could feel a slight dampening between her legs and it petrefied her. She needed to get out.

“Miss Thunder!” The nun roared. “What could possibly be so important that you are not being attentive to my lecture?”

“Nothing, Sister. Nothing is more important. I just think I may be getting ill.” Alaska lied. She needed to get away before someone noticed the slight squeezing of her thighs.

“Very well. You are excused to your dorm and I fully expect you to read over the passage tonight and be here tomorrow morning.”

“Of course, Sister. Thank you, Sister.” Alaska rose from her seat in a hurry, clutching her Bible tight to her chest and exiting the room.

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Alaska avoided her dorm. She loved the six other girls she shared with, but she needed to be alone. She found herself in the forest.

Reaching out to brush her fingertips against each tree, Alaska wandered deep into the woods, lost in thought. Was God listening? How could she still be fantasizing about her hand in the hand of another girl when she had been begging on her knees for so long? Why could she hardly resist the urge to touch Sharon when she had fasted, had prayed? Was He out there? Did He want her to feel like this?

It was Katya who found her.

“Oh! Alaska!” her dormmate cried happily.

“What are you doing here?” Alaska asked after turning to face the thick Russian voice behind her. Alaska liked Katya most of all. She didn’t speak the best English, but it was endearing to Alaska. Broken syllables and forgotten words.

“This is where I kiss Trixie! Secret!” Katya looked breathtakingly happy as she mimed the zipping of her lips.

Alaska’s face cracked. So, the rumors were true. She shook her head lightly to clear it.

“Aren’t you scared?” Alaska asked meekly.

“No,” Katya smiled. “Trixie is smart. We don’t get caught. We are hiding. Sometimes, I see witchy girl here but she just smile at us. She is only one.”

Witchy girl. Sharon.

“You aren’t afraid of Hell?”

“Not at all! I don’t believe your God. He can’t hurt me if he is not real.” Katya looked confused as to why Alaska was asking.

“Then why are you here? You’re aware that this is a Catholic school, right?”

“Because parents sent me here. They do not think like I do.”

“Does it bother you? The preaching?” Alaska questioned.

“No, because I know they are wrong. I love who I love. In Russia, they do this, too. But no one tell me what to do. Girls are soft, pretty. I like them.” Katya beamed.

Alaska cleared a spot on the ground of leaves and sat down. “How did you know?” She asked.

“That I don’t believe God?”

“No, that you liked girls?” Alaska kept her gaze locked on the forest floor.

“Oh, easy!” Katya exclaimed, sitting down next to her. “Girls are nice! Boys’ mouths are rough. They take, don’t give. Girls care about you, too! They kiss you and play with hair and their smiles are pretty! Trixie has pretty smile. And she cares for me, too! So I care for her!”

“Do you love her?”

“Yes. She is good to me. We are good to each other.” Katya looked up at the sky, blissfully lost in thoughts of Trixie.

Alaska picked at her nails, worn down from years of anxious biting. “Will she be here?”

“Soon. We come everyday for few hours before night to talk and read and kiss. You want us to find somewhere new?” Katya moved to sit closer to Alaska.

“No, this is place is yours. I just came to think.” Alaska looked down as Katya took her hand in her own.

“Alaska, you need help? You like girls, too? It can be scary here.”

Alaska tore her hand away like Katya had burned her. She stood quickly, only stopping when she saw the hurt in Katya’s eyes.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know, Kat. I don’t know.”

“That okay, Alaska.” Katya got to her feet. “You going home? You like me to walk you?”

“No, that’s fine. Stay here and wait for Trixie. I’m going to go try to rest for awhile. Thank you.”

Alaska tensed slightly as Katya hugged her before relaxing into the embrace. “It okay. They don’t tell you what to do.”

“Thank you.” Alaska wiped at the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “Goodnight, Kat.”

“Goodnight, Alaska.” Katya waved as Alaska walked away.

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Alaska hadn’t left her room in four days. Her thoughts were consumed by Sharon and the shame that came along with it left her sick.

#alaska is literally the weakest little bitch in this #i'm so sorry #i know a girl exactly like this i just based it off of her #i have other fics that also aren't good and also aren't finished

[artificialqueens]

Beneath the Amber Moon, Part 8 (Galactica AU Group Fic) – TheDane & Veronica

Heyyy!! Welcome to Part 8 of “Beneath the Amber Moon,” a group fic set in the Galactica Universe. Click here for previous chapters.

We hope you’re enjoying it! Let us know what you think!

Summary: Another less than perfect day in paradise.

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Taking a morning walk on the deck was probably not amongst Violet’s brightest ideas, but she had needed to move, the gym of the yacht too much of a meeting place that she wanted to risk going there. She couldn’t bump into anyone, least of all Fame and Bianca, anger still swirling low in her belly when she thought of their behavior the day before. It was raining lightly, but Violet only welcomed it as she paced back and forth, wishing with her entire heart that she could go for a run, when her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Hello?”

Violet tried to focus on her breathing, in and out, in and out. “So... What’s wrong with me? Am I going to die?”

Violet had wanted to take the call on her own, too afraid to look at Sutan in case she was told she had something life threatening, her brain already considering everything from cancer to high blood pressure.

“No, Miss Chachki. You’re pregnant.”

Violet froze. “... What?”

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Fame sipped her juice, the freshly-squeezed fruit somehow bitter in her mouth as she looked at Courtney. She’d woken up before sunrise, thirsty and a bit restless, and decided to take a little stroll so as not to disturb Patrick.

It was close to 5 am when she saw Bianca, climbing the stairs back up to their rooms, barely dressed but for a skimpy nightgown. She was holding it closed, the fabric clearly torn. Fame hid behind a pillar, heart racing, realizing that there was only one room on the lower deck that she would be coming from at this hour.

And this morning, she was missing from breakfast. But Courtney was there, of course, and Fame eyed her suspiciously as she helped Julia make a plate. Were those marks on her body there the day before?

“Do you need anything, love?” Fame looked at Patrick, her husband giving her a quick glaze of confusion before he followed her gaze, an expression of understanding and resignation in his face.

“An eclair?”

“Coming right up.” Fame stood, and she felt her stomach drop when she saw the marks she had spotted up close, Courtney’s neck and chest badly covered in foundation, what Fame could see of her hips marked with the faint fingertip bruises Fame knew so very well as Bianca’s.

“Courtney.” Fame smiled, sliding on her best pleasant expression.

“Oh. Hi.”

“I hope you’re not running yourself too hard, dear. I know your new schedule is very very busy.”

“It’s not too bad, thanks-”

“I’m glad.” Fame took the pastry Patrick had requested, placing a firm hand on Courtney’s shoulder. “You have to take care of yourself. You wouldn’t want anyone to think those bruises didn’t come from working.”

Courtney shrank away from Fame’s intense gaze, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks.

“Um…”

Fame smiled, releasing her, and Courtney took a step back.

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Adore was pretending to sleep.

It wasn’t the first time, either. One of her primary avoidance tactics, the way she repeatedly got out of Serious Talks, most especially the latest Serious Talk. Because even if they were desperate to talk to her, eventually Alaska would have to go to work. Or Jinkx would have a meeting at the foundation. Or both of them would give up and go to breakfast. So it usually worked. Mostly because, she did have a tendency to stay up late and sleep in, burrowed under the covers in a tight ball. That’s where the whole “Li’l Bear” nickname came from. Her hibernating, her ability to sleep through all manner of noise and continue to dream away.

It wasn’t working today.

Today, Jinkx and Alaska were having a literal argument, right over her head, about whether or not she was asleep.

“...this is getting ridiculous, Jinkx!”

“Shh! Keep your voice down.”

“Why?”

“Because, Bear’s sleeping.”

“Are you kidding me? No, she’s not. She fucking pretending, and you’re indulging her, and it’s-”

“Lasky, please calm down-”

“-a complete joke! She’s not asleep! I know you’re not asleep, Adore!”

The last one was right in Adore’s ear, and she could hear Jinkx then grabbing her hand, or her face, something to make the bed bounce.

“Alaska, stop it.”

Adore would have laughed if she wasn’t feeling so guilty.

“I will not! This has gone on way too long, and it ends right now.” She jumped back onto the bed, climbing on top of Adore and shaking her vigorously. “TIME TO GET UP!”

“Alaska!”

Adore groaned. She’d put up a valiant effort, but she supposed that finally, the reckoning had arrived. Time for the Talk. So she cranked her eyes open slowly, adding a dramatic yawn for emphasis. She was met with the sight of Alaska glowering down at her.

“Morning,” she croaked, in her best sleepy voice.

“Good morning!” Alaska plastered on a big fake smile and a chipper, only slightly scary, voice. “Didja sleep well?”

Adore sat up, flashed Alaska her best doe eyes, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek.

“I did, actually.”

“Great. We need to talk.”

“Can I get coffee first?”

“Of cours-” Jinkx began, but was soundly cut off.

“No!”

“Alaska,” Jinkx tried again.

“I said no! I’ve had enough. Time’s up. We’re talking, now.”

Adore nodded, biting her lip.

“Okay,” she said. Her voice was small. She already knew what was coming, and so she tried to brace herself, blinking back tears, ready for her world to come crashing down.  

“Are you okay?” Jinkx asked softly. An arm slid around Adore’s waist, and she nodded, letting Jinkx kiss her on the temple.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

“Alaska, take a breath!” Jinkx commanded sternly. “Okay?”

Alaska crossed her arms.

“I’m sorry,” Adore said, a tear slipping down her cheek. “I know it’s my fault, but I didn’t want...I wasn’t ready for-”

“I know, baby.”

Jinkx held her, comforting as ever. But she wasn’t the one Adore needed to apologize to.

“I really am sorry, Alaska. I know I’ve been driving you nuts, and I don’t know why, probably because I know what you’re about to say and I didn’t want to hear it.”

Alaska had softened a bit, now seeming more exhausted than angry.

“And what am I gonna say?”

“You want kids. You and Jinkx want to have kids, and, and it’s gonna change everything, and I-” Adore’s voice broke.

Alaska sighed.

“Dore...you’re right, I do want kids. I do. But...it doesn’t have to change things. I mean...not the big things.”

“Of course it does! I’m not exactly parent material, Alaska.”

“Well...look, I just need you to be honest with us. No one is asking you to commit right this second, but we just need to know how you feel. And even if you don’t want to be like, a primary caregiver, or whatever...that doesn’t mean that we can’t figure this out. It doesn’t mean that you won’t still have a place in our family, in our life. But we need to talk about it.”

“What place would that be? Mommy’s crazy girlfriend?”

“Maybe,” Jinkx laughed. “Would that be so bad?”

“We actually had another idea,” Alaska ventured.

“You did?”

“Yeah. I mean...and listen, we just started to look into this. But it seems like the most obvious choice for us is surrogacy, right? I mean, we’d need donor sperm anyway-”

“Gross.” Adore wrinkled her nose.

“And neither me or Jinkx are like...you know...spring chickens. So it makes sense to have a vibrant, beautiful, younger woman carry the baby.” She tucked a lock of Adore’s messy dark hair behind her ear, flashing her a smile.

“Okay,” Adore said, a little puzzled, until her brain caught up with Alaska’s words and she inhaled sharply. “Wait, do you mean me?!”

“Don’t you think you’d make a beautiful baby?” Alaska asked, still smiling.

Adore felt like she’d been hit by a mack truck, pancaked on the ground. She turned to Jinkx, panic all over her face.

“Is that true? You guys want me to-oh god…” She felt sick.

“No! I mean, not unless you want,” Jinkx said quickly. “It was just an idea, forget about it-”

“Jinkx!” Alaska cried, horrified at how immediately she’d back down. “What the fuck?!”

“Well, she’s obviously not into it-”

“So it’s just immediately off the table?!”

“Uh...yeah? Bodily autonomy, and all that?” Jinkx replied calmly.

Alaska leapt off the bed, her face a picture of fury.

“So, no discussion?! Subject closed?!” She had her hands on her hips, practically stomping her foot.

“Alaska, stop it. You’re being a brat.”

“I’m being a brat? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Adore had never seen Alaska look so utterly betrayed, so absolutely full of rage, eyes practically blazing as she shoved her feet into sandals and stormed out of the room. But not before shouting from the doorway.

“God, you are both so fucking selfish!” She wrenched open the door, slamming it behind her, the sound making Adore jump, tears rolling faster down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Jinkxy,” Adore cried, letting the redhead hold her and rock her.

“Shhh, it’s okay. She’ll cool off. I think maybe she’d just...I don’t know, convinced herself that this was a sure thing. But obviously that’s crazy. It’s your body.”

“I just don’t think I can do that, it’s-”

“Okay! That’s okay. Don’t even...don’t give it another thought, okay? It was just an idea. I never wanted you to feel any kind of pressure. It’s...kind of why I haven’t forced the issue more.”

Adore nodded, still feeling wretched and guilty.

“Listen, why don’t you just take it easy today? Don’t worry about Alaska; I’ll handle her. Go have fun with Courtney. It’s your vacation, and I know you miss her, so…”

“I really am sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Thank you for talking to us. I wish it hadn’t gone all...haywire. But, what are you gonna do, right?”

Adore nodded, unsure of what to say, if there was anything she could say to make things better. So she just laid her head on Jinkx’ shoulder, sighing.

/////

Courtney had hurried from breakfast as fast as she could after that horrible exchange with Fame. She shivered, thinking about how those icy gray eyes had bored into her. Made her sure that Fame knew exactly what happened, but not sure why that fact made her so wildly uncomfortable.

Had Bianca talked to her? It wasn’t out of the question, but when Bianca wasn’t at breakfast, she kind of assumed that she was still sleeping. That what had happened last night would remain between the two of them. That maybe things would be a bit awkward for awhile but eventually, they’d get over it.

But if Bianca had talked to Fame, somehow riling her up to the point where she had practically threatened Courtney at breakfast...did that mean she was angry? Why was she angry?

Courtney needed badly to talk to someone, if only to quiet the voices spiraling in her head.

COURTNEY: Hey baby. Are you awake? Can you come to my room?

Eyes on her phone, Courtney nearly crashed into Violet as she rushed down the stairs to her room. Thank god, another human who presumably didn’t hate her.

“Vi!” Courtney grabbed Violet, hugging her tightly. “I didn’t see you at breakfast, but I’m so glad you’re up and about!” Courtney released Violet. “Oh my god, you’re not gonna believe what just happened to me-” Courtney suddenly stopped talking when she really saw Violet, who was soaked in water and shivering. “Violet, are you okay?”

“No, no I’m not.”

Courtney couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Violet not okay? Something had to be seriously wrong, Violet usually like an ice wall of denial about her true feelings.

“What’s going on-”

“I’m pregnant.”

It took Courtney a moment to process what she said.

“What?!” Courtney threw out her arms. “You’re what?!”

“Not so loud!” Violet looked around, clearly paranoid. “The walls might have ears.”

Courtney understood instantly. “Here. Come here.” She opened the door to her room and pulled them inside. “Talk to me.”

Violet shook her head slightly, and Courtney realised she’d have to push more.

“What are you feeling?”

“I don’t know.” Violet pulled at the dress she was wearing, her fingers tugging on the hem. “I don’t, I didn’t believe the doctor at first.” Violet began breathing faster. “I’m on the pill, it shouldn’t be possible, I don’t, I don’t know-””

Courtney could see Violet’s flushed cheeks, her sweaty forehead, the way she scratched at her neck, now taking gasping breaths.

“Violet, it’s okay.” Courtney put a hand on her shoulder. “Try to breathe.”

Violet pressed a hand on her own neck, clearly trying to calm down. Courtney wracked her brain, trying to remember what Bianca did when this happened to her, but her memory was fuzzy.

“Do you want me to call Sutan?”

Violet’s hand flew to her mouth, a small gagging sound coming from the back of her throat.

“Okay! Okay! Maybe not!” Courtney guided Violet to the bed, sitting beside her. Ready to grab Violet’s hair at any moment if the other actually vomited. She could hear her rapid, shallow breaths, and realized that breathing was the most important thing at the moment. “Just... breathe, okay? Breathe with me. Can you do that?”

“I don’t know… I don’t know what to do.”

“Just trust me.”

Violet took one shaky breath, then another, following Courtney’s rhythm.

“There you go! That’s so good. A few more, okay?”

Finally, when her chest was rising and falling in a natural rhythm, Violet removed her hand from her mouth. She then spoke again, with the tiniest voice in the world.

“The doctor asked all these questions, trying to figure out how far along I am, and I just.. I have no idea…” Violet was clearly trying to stay calm, trying so hard to fight her panic. “It might be 2, almost 3 months Courtney.”

Courtney froze, just for a second. Three months was very far in a pregnancy you didn’t even know you had.

“I’ve missed periods all my life, so I never thought it was…”

“Listen, you don’t have to figure that out today.” Courtney gently ran a hand through Violet’s wet locks. “Can you take another deep breath?”

“Mmh.” Violet took a slow, deep breath, looking at Courtney, trying to copy her.

“That was good.” Courtney smiled, Violet’s fingers returning to her dress, tugging at the edge. “How are you feeling? Do you need some water?”

Violet nodded, but when Courtney tried to stand up, she pulled her back down at first.

“No!” Violet’s eyes widened, only just realizing what Courtney getting water would actually mean. “Sorry… Sorry.”

“That’s okay. I’m here.”

Violet nodded again, slowly releasing her grip and letting Courtney go get the water for her.

“Here. Try to drink it slowly.”

Violet took a few sips before speaking again, still sounding small and lost. “What am I supposed to tell Sutan?”

“You don’t have to tell him anything. Not until you’re ready.”

“I can’t lie to him!” Violet exclaimed, then stopped, took another deep breath, and continued in a softer voice. “I want to tell him, I want... I wish... I wish he was here but.. This is terrifying, Courtney. “

Violet bit her lip, and Courtney waited for her to continue, rubbing her back in what she hoped was a soothing manner.

“There’s this thing growing inside of me, inside my body, an actual-” Violet looked like she was about to vomit. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, well...human bodies are fuckin’ weird.” Courtney said, praying that she could get a laugh out of her.

“I’m sorry for putting this on you..” Violet smiled weakly, putting a hand on Courtney’s leg. “It’s not fair, but... Thank you.”

“Don’t be sorry. I can’t imagine how overwhelmed you are right now. I’m glad I was here.”

Violet nodded. “Seems like this vacation really is our own personal version of hell, huh?”

Courtney had a flash of Fame and her cold, murderous eyes.

“Mmh. I just narrowly avoided being Fame’s homicide victim at breakfast.”

“Oh god, why?”

“I...have a theory, but...” Courtney shook her head. “It’s not important.”

Violet took another sip of her water, then offered, “If my mother suddenly shows up, we’ll know this actually is hell.”

It was the first time Courtney had ever heard Violet mention her mother, and she made sure to take note, that offhand comment somehow speaking volumes.

“Well, let’s hope that doesn’t happen, then.”

Violet smiled and touched Courtney’s arm.

“Thank you, I... just... Thank you.”

“Are you gonna be okay?” Courtney asked gently.

“Mmh.” Violet nodded. “I can’t believe I let my Saint Laurent get soaked. I really hope the fabric doesn’t shrink.”

“Aaand, she’s back.”

Violet smiled and stood, slightly wobbly. Courtney jumped up to give her some support.

“I know you won’t but... Please don’t tell anyone?” Violet asked, her eyes looking a little bit misty.

“I’m a vault.” Courtney promised. “Here, I’ll help you to your room.”

Violet looked almost ashamed, but took Courtney’s hand anyway.

“Thank you...”

#rpdr fanfiction #group fic #vitan #jalaskadore #bitney #galactica au #lesbian au #fluff #mild angst #beneath the amber moon #thedane #veronica #concrit welcome #violet chachki #raja gemini #jinkx monsoon #alaska thunderfuck #adore delano #courtney act #bianca del rio #miss fame

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Dearest memories ch. 2 (Shalaska) -Dustyrose

A/N: Hiiee! I’m back with dearest memories. I don’t know would you like me to continue writing it but here’s the second part where things really happen. If you haven’t read the first part, you can find it through the tags. As always my chilly little heart would appreciate feedback, thank you for everything <3 

Summary: Sharon and Alaska were best friends in high school but their friendship ended in a way neither of them wanted. One night they accidentally meet again and it happens to be just when Alaska needs Sharon the most.

TW: cursing and alcohol 

Flashback: It had been weeks and there was no sight of Sharon. Alaska was getting ready for her cheerleading practice and was late for the fourth time in two weeks. She was all alone in the changing room and all she could think about was Sharon. Alaska changed her clothes, missing Sharon’s gentle touch and thinking about her beautiful plum lips. She missed her, truthfully and painfully missed her. There were cold tears running down her cheeks slowly and suddenly she heard a familiar voice echoing to the room.

“No you fuck off,” Sharon yelled in the hallway, “fucking idiots.”

Alaska immediately ran to the hallway and locked her eyes with Sharon. It wasn’t like her Sharon, her Sharon was happy and healthy. Her Sharon sure had a grunge look but her Sharon didn’t look as messed up as this one.

“Sharon,” Alaska whispered barely making a sound. It was weird for her to call Sharon by her first name because they usually stuck with the nicknames and that’s why it probably caught Sharon’s attention the way it did.

Sharon stumbled towards Alaska and saw that she had tears in her eyes. “Alaskaaa, what are you crying for? Did a boy dump you again?” Sharon slurred and laughed sarcastically. Sharon was extremely drunk and looked like a living skeleton. Alaska didn’t even mind Sharon’s inappropriate question, she was too busy being worried about her. She has never seen Sharon in this kind of condition before. 

“Sharon, honey, you’re drunk and I’ll help you home,” Alaska spoke softly and wanted to help Sharon in any way possible. “Come on now, let’s go!” Alaska wrapped her arm around Sharon’s waist and tried to guide her out of the school. She knew that was the last place where Sharon should be.

“You can’t tell me what to do, fuck, you don’t even care!” Sharon screamed furiously while trying to get Alaska’s hands off of her.

“No please don’t do this… I care about you. You know I love you,” Alaska said and meant every word. It was obvious that Sharon wouldn’t remember much about their conversation tomorrow and if she would, she’d blame it on the alcohol.

“Yeah right,” Sharon said and rolled her eyes. Sharon tried to leave but Alaska took her by her wrist and pulled Sharon closer to her.

“You’re not going, I’m not letting you go,” Alaska spoke sternly, keeping the eye contact with Sharon. Sharon looked at Alaska with her own teary eyes but suddenly her soft expression switched to aggression.

“Well you better let go! You have your new friends and boyfriends so you can just leave me alone,” Sharon screamed, pushed Alaska to get away from her and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Alaska felled to the ground and cried out. She felt like her whole body lost all the strength to get up and move on with her life. She lost Sharon again and this time it felt like it was going to be forever. ….

“Yes, I’ll stay for the night,” Alaska smiled and Sharon was clearly pleased with the answer.

Alaska knew. She knew, she probably should’ve said no and just leave but Sharon was the only thing making her feel something real. Sharon guided Alaska to a guest bedroom which was bigger and fancier than Alaska and Jack’s bedroom. Alaska brushed her fingertips through the silky sheets and admired the view once more. The room didn’t really have any personality, it looked more like a hotel room or something that was decorated straight from the picture of a design magazine. But it was still more than enough for Alaska.

“Ummm.. do you have a shirt or something I can borrow? This dress is really beautiful but not as comfortable as you would think,” Alaska asked and laughed slightly.

“Sure, I think I have the perfect one,” Sharon said and smiled widely. Sharon left the guest bedroom and Alaska couldn’t help but stare at Sharon’s wide hips swaying as she walked away. Sharon came back and was holding a black t-shirt in her hands and showed it to Alaska. The shirt was just a plain black t-shirt but it had a white text on it that said “Elvira for president.”

“What do you think?” Sharon winked.

“I absolutely love it,” Alaska said and took the shirt from Sharon, “You’re never getting it back.” Alaska admired the soft t-shirt and wanted to get rid off her tight dress and get a long warm shower.

“You can use the shower if you want,” Sharon said like she was reading Alaska’s mind.

“Yes please, can you help me with the zipper?” Alaska asked sweetly and something about the situation felt familiar but Alaska couldn’t remember or didn’t know what. Sharon nodded and walked slowly behind Alaska. She moved Alaska’s hair to her shoulder carefully and gently placed her hands on her shoulders, Sharon’s fingers found the zipper and moved the zipper down slowly. Sharon admired Alaska’s bare back and brushed her fingers across Alaska’s soft skin. Alaska moaned to the touch but quickly changed it to a yawn.

“Thank you, it’s getting really late so I’ll shower quickly and probably go straight to bed,” Alaska said, she didn’t want to seem as frantic as she actually was.

“Sounds like a plan, goodnight Lasky,” Sharon giggled nervously and pulled Alaska into a tight hug.

“Goodnight,” Alaska answered and didn’t know what got into her but she gave Sharon a small peck on her cheek. Sharon didn’t react much because she probably thought it was just a friendly gesture on Alaska’s behalf and it was, at least that’s what Alaska kept telling herself.

“I have to leave really early for work tomorrow and I don’t know when we’ll meet again but it was nice to see you after…you know. Anyways here’s my business card, it has the address of my office and my phone number so let’s stay in touch, shall we?” Sharon said almost in a seductive manner and Alaska was beaming. She really wanted to see Sharon again and she was happy to know Sharon wanted to see her too.

“Thanks, I’ll give you a call,” Alaska smiled and went to the bathroom. She stripped from her dress and went in to the shower. The warm water running across Alaska’s body let her imagination take over her. She couldn’t stop thinking about Sharon’s gentle touch, the smell of her expensive perfume mixed with the smell of the cheapest cigarettes money can buy and her full lips that Alaska would like to kiss roughly while playing with Sharon’s black curls. Alaska finished showering and changed in to the t-shirt Sharon gave her. She tiptoed to the guest bedroom and climbed to the bed. She imagined Sharon laying next to her and leaving soft kisses to her neck while whispering sweet things to her ear. … Alaska woke up the morning after and it took awhile for her to remember everything that happened the previous night. She checked the time and it was already 11 am, thank god it was Sunday so Alaska didn’t have to go to the bank. She tried to shout for Sharon but remebered that she was working that day. She must be insane, Alaska thought and got up from the bed. She found her way in to the kitchen and took a bottle of water from Sharon’s fridge. Alaska walked around Sharon’s appartment and suddenly remembered, Jack. Alaska has never runned anywhere as fast as she ran back to the guest bedroom. She changed into the dress she wore the previous night but kept the t-shirt on because she couldn’t close the zipper all by herself. She walked outside and desperately tried to call a taxi. When she finally got into one, she told her address and offered to pay a little extra if the driver would drive as fast as he could. Every minute, god, every second with Jack was crucial. When Alaska finally arrived in front of their house, she didn’t feel like rushing anymore. She wanted to stay in the taxi and let the ground swallow her as a whole but she eventually got up and walked in front of their front door. She stared at their last names in the mail box and wanted the other one gone or at least have a different name next to hers. Alaska’s cold hands found her keys and she stepped inside the house. She stood in the silence for awhile breathing in the thick air.

“Jack?” She finally spoke. Jack heard Alaska and came downstairs. He looked angry, he didn’t look worried or sad, he was angry. Alaska thought she has to stay calm and not let the fear take over her.

“Hi,” Alaska said softly, she didn’t find the right words. She knew Jack would be upset and maybe he has the right to be.

“Where the fuck have you been? I’ve tried to call you but you’ve ignored my calls. Have you been with another man? You have been with another man, that’s what it is!” Jack yelled selfishly and threw his hands aggressively in the air.

“Don’t be silly Jack, I was with an old friend,” Alaska tried to remain calm, she knew yelling wouldn’t make the situation any better. She didn’t have to lie because honestly nothing happened but the things she wanted to happen… well she definitely shouldn’t mention those.

“Who is this ‘old friend’? And why did you spend the night with him?” Jack was starting to become more and more impatient with Alaska. Alaska was afraid that he would completely snap because that has unfortunately happened before.

“HER name is Sharon and she was one of my best friends in high school. I didn’t answer the phone because my battery died and I happened to bump into Sharon and she kindly helped me,” Alaska said simply and calmly. Jack calmed down a bit after hearing Alaska spent the night with a woman.

“Well okay whatever..I’m just happy that you’re alive,” Jack said coldly and pressed his hard lips to Alaska’s forehead with a full force. Everything about the kiss felt wrong. It wasn’t soft or loving, it was distant and didn’t feel right. Alaska knows how it should feel, she has once experienced it.

“You could invite this Sharon for dinner as a thank you and also it would be nice to meet your high school friends,” Jack suggested almost suspiciously. Alaska didn’t feel like that would be a good idea but played along. She didn’t want to give him any reason to think she’s been unloyal.

“Yeah that would be nice but Sharon is a business woman these days so she’s very busy and probably doesn’t have much time for dinner parties.”

“You can still ask her, right?” Jack smiled and seemed to forgot the whole situation before.

“Of course! I completely forgot I have a special meeting tonight at the bank so I have to get ready but I promise I won’t be gone the whole night,” Alaska laughed nervously and gave Jack a small peck to his rough cheek. The truth is, there’s no meeting. There’s only Alaska and her will to get out of the house. She needs to get out and she needs to find Sharon.

“Umm honey.. don’t take this the wrong way but you should probably throw the shirt away, it doesn’t really suit your style and I don’t want to give out the wrong kind of image to our neighbors,” Jack pointed out Alaska’s Elvira shirt but there’s no way she’s throwing it away.

“You’re probably right,” Alaska nodded. Alaska went upstairs and changed her clothes. She brushed her hair carefully and applied some makeup. She was ready to go. She drove to the address that was in Sharon’s business card. She could’ve called, actually she probably should’ve called but she needed to see Sharon and she wasn’t apologizing for it. The office was in a tall building and that’s when Alaska discovered that Sharon owned her own advertising company. She saw a woman in the reception and she had a name tag that said ‘Katya Zamolodchikova’ and Alaska thought she must know Sharon because the address in the business card matched with the place.

“Hello umm.. Is Sharon here?” Alaska asked, she probably should’ve been more official but it did the job since the woman in front of her smiled understandingly.

“Yes, I’m actually ms. Needles’ assistant, do you have a meeting with her?” Katya said in a thick Russian accent but still had a wide grin on her face.

“Not exactly but I need to see her,” Alaska answered.

“Well ms. Needles is in her office so I can ask if she has time to meet you, can I have your name please?” Katya asked.

“Alaska, just say Alaska,” Alaska smiled and waited anxiously for the response. What if she dreamed everything that happened yesterday or what if Sharon doesn’t want to see her. Katya walked into the office that had big blurry glass doors and a sign with Sharon’s name on it.

“Yes, Sharon will gladly see you now,” Katya spoke when she walked out of Sharon’s office.

When Alaska entered the room, she saw Sharon and she was even more beautiful than she remembered. Sharon’s long hair was in a tight ponytail, she had catty glasses on and a tight skirt that was tight around all the right places and a blouse that had almost every top button open. Alaska couldn’t stop staring at Sharon’s cleavage and then she realized how long she stood there without saying a word and finally broke the silence.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” god Alaska felt like such a desperate idiot, there would’ve been million better ways to explain why she came.

“No problem, always a pleasure,” Sharon said calmly and something about her authority made Alaska wet between her thighs. Sharon closed her laptop and crossed her legs slowly, keeping an eye contact with Alaska.

“No really, thank you,” Alaska said flirtatiously and walked in front of Sharon’s desk. She didn’t know what went into her but she desperately wanted to make Sharon feel good. Sharon stood up from her chair and walked in front of Alaska. Alaska could feel Sharon’s warm presence in front of her and she felt goosebumps all over her body just by thinking of being touched by her. Sharon smirked and stroke Alaska’s hand lightly.

“You’ve always had such good manners,” Sharon said seriously and gave Alaska a wink while continuing to stroke her hand up and down Alaska’s arm. Alaska felt her knees getting weak and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Alaska felt the tension between them and even though she enjoyed it she couldn’t control herself anymore. She leaned in and gave Sharon soft kisses to both of her cheeks as if she was asking Sharon’s approval to kiss her. Sharon moved even closer and wrapped her hands around Alaska’s body and then she gave her a real kiss. Sharon’s soft lips kissed Alaska’s passionately making her moan for more. She wildly brushed her hand through Alaska’s hair and bit Alaska’s lower lip which made Alaska crazy. Sharon pulled away slightly and whispered,“It’s been awhile since we last did this.”

#sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #shalaska #dustyrose #dearest memories #au #rpdr fanfiction #submission #lesbian au

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Mrs. Needles, Thank You (Shalaska) - Josie

AN: Hi!! I originally posted this fic on ao3, but I’ve decided to submit it here, too, as a way to get more feedback n stuff. It’s basically pure smut. It’s the first thing I’ve written in years and it was originally supposed to be a oneshot but I’ve decided to keep updating it whenever I find a new weird/dirty/crazy kink that I think would be fun to write lmao. Anyways, Sharon takes the role of a trophy wife in here and Alaska’s a lawyer, which is (kinda??) important to the fic once I start posting more chapters. I hope y’all like it because I refuse to read it.

“Sharon, I’m leaving, I love you!” Alaska called out into the bedroom where her wife was currently sitting on the bed, still half asleep. No matter how many times Alaska woke her up at six in the morning she would never get used to it. Sharon walked over to Alaska rubbing her eyes and kissed her on the lips.

“How long are you going to be at work today, Lasky?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. Not too long, hopefully. I’m finishing up the case.” Alaska smiled, patting Sharon’s scraggly hair down. She saw the little glint in Sharon’s eye as she did it. Sharon pulled the blonde into a hug, yawning into Alaska’s neck. She could fall asleep right there. Alaska pulled back and kissed her on the forehead. “Go back to sleep baby. I love you. I’ll see you later.”

Sharon mumbled an incoherent ‘I love you too’ as Alaska left the house.

Alaska reached her work building with a yawn and a scowl, seeing her coworker’s rig outside. He always tried to hit on her, apparently not getting the face that she was a lesbian with a wife. She enjoyed the attention, though. Pulling her hair up into a loose bun as she walked into her office, she saw Russell on the other side of the room talking to their boss. He turned around quickly and smiled, and it took everything she had not to roll her eyes.

“Morning, Russ.”

“Good morning, miss. How are you?” Mrs., she corrected in her head.

“I am fine. Please leave my office.” His smile faltered for half a second before getting up and leaving, closing the door gently behind him. At that exact moment, Alaska felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She swiftly opened and unlocked it to see a picture message from Sharon. She was in the shower. It wasn’t uncommon for Sharon to send Alaska pictures of herself at work, but so quickly and boldly was unusual for her. Alaska stared at the picture lovingly, noticing the drops of water cascading down her wife’s body, following the line that starts directly under her perky tits down to her belly button. Alaska got up and closed the blinds to her office, locking the door and sitting down in the desk chair.

She unbuttoned the button on her pants and looked back at the photo, silently thanking God for her wife. Her fingers dipped below her waistline, feeling the lacy panties she had put on that morning. Fingerpads made their way across her thighs to her clit, lightly rubbing. Her fingers felt lower, spreading the wetness that had accumulated up to her folds. A slight moan left her lips as she texted Sharon back.

You shouldn’t have done that. Bad girl. But I’ll forgive you.

She opened the photo in full screen, staring at her wife’s tits, wandering lower and lower, to her belly button, and even lower, until the picture cut off. She fantasized about what was below the black edge of the picture, about getting her wife off, telling her she was a bad girl. Her orgasm was building and she shoved a finger and then another into herself, curling them up to touch her g spot, and she let out another moan.

It’s no fun without you here., Sharon replied quickly.

You know I would be there if I could., Alaska responded, typing quickly into her phone so she could get back to the picture. She could feel the heat in the pit of her stomach building, two fingers stretching her and hitting her g spot with every thrust, all it would take was one more thrust and she would be coming, in her office no less, and she would finally be able to focus for the day and-

And then she stopped.

If you’re a good girl for the rest of the day you won’t be punished. She sent with a quick tap on her phone screen. The rest of the day was going to be hell, and she wasn’t gonna make it without seeing her wife until she gets home.

Message from Cupcake

She opened the text seeing a picture of smiling Sharon, this time with clothes on.

“We won the case, sir.” Alaska announced proudly to her boss. She had just gotten back from the court after working on a case with a foster kid. After being stressed about this case for months she was relieved to have finished it off the way she did, putting her heart into it. Her fingers reached up to unclip her loose bun from her head as she walked into the breakroom, running them through her long blonde hair to make it go flat again.

The light blue couch where Alaska usually sat during her breaks was taken, so she settled into a gray armchair in the far corner of the room and pulled out her lunch. She let Sharon pack her lunches usually. Sometimes Alaska would end up with sweet notes or fruit cut into hearts. Sharon, Alaska thought. Sharon would be happy to hear about the case. Alaska would watch how her light grey eyes sparkled as she congratulated her and gave her kisses, her wavy hair bouncing with every movement.

“Alaska,” She whipped her head up to see Russell, her coworker. He was second chair in court today, working along with her on the case. “Boss just informed me you can leave early today. You don’t have another meeting until tomorrow.” He said, nodding at her. His eyes floated down to her white blouse and blazer where she had subtle cleavage showing, but the sudden movement of Alaska’s phone coming out of her pocket made his eyes drift back up to her face quickly before smiling and walking away. She saw how his eyes stopped on her breasts for a moment.

Alaska video called Sharon three times before she answered. “Hey, baby.”

“Sorry, I was cleaning up.”

“Yourself or the house? You look nice.” Sharon smiled at her comment and blushed. Alaska’s eyes crinkled at the corner and she moved her hand to the inside of her thigh, thinking about earlier.

“Momma’s bringing you home a present today… I won the case!”

“Really? Yay! I’ll make cookies for when you get home!”

“What do you want for a present, angel?” Alaska said, winking. “You’ll have to behave though… naughty girls don’t get presents.” She saw Sharon’s eyes glaze over at the statement almost immediately.

“It’s so hard for me to not be bad when you take so long to get home…” Sharon replied quickly, playing the game her and Alaska knew so well. She was so, so hopelessly turned on just because of one comment. The blonde saw Sharon’s arm make her way down to her legs.

This was aggravating; Sharon knew she couldn’t talk like that at work, yet she still wanted to break the rules her and Alaska had set in place. She knew what she was doing, toying with Alaska like that. “Baby, don’t. You’re such a pretty little girl. I would hate to have to punish you for denying one simple rule.” Alaska pulled her own hand away from her thigh and rested it on her chin, placing her elbow on the arm of the chair. She lightly grazed her fingertips on her high cheekbones putting her pinky slightly into her mouth and Sharon whined. Alaska’s eyes narrowed and Sharon pulled her hand back up to her face.

She knew Sharon was probably so wet by now. It was probably dripping down her thighs, soaking her panties. She would have to throw those panties away.

Maybe Alaska would bring her home some new ones. Shove the other ones in her pretty baby’s mouth to get her to shut up.

Alaska was at work. She shouldn’t be thinking these things.

“Sharon.”

“Yes?” Sharon’s eyes lit up at the mention of her name after the dead silence.

“What did you pick out for today?” Oh, code words, Sharon knew this one. She slowly pulled the strap down on her dress down to her waist for Alaska to see the bright red bra she was wearing. Her tits spilled out of it at the top, and Alaska bought it too small for a reason. Her cream colored skin was so nice to stare at. It was one of the previous presents from Alaska, one from a while ago, but she took great care of it because she knew the blonde loved it. Her petite C-cup breasts barely even needed the push up from the bra, but she appreciated it anyways. After a few seconds she pushed the straps of her dress back up. “So, what’d you do today?” Alaska asked her after deciding not to torture her wife any more than she already has.

Sharon would do anything for Alaska. She was wrapped around her finger. Right now Sharon was ready to unravel with just one word from Alaska’s mouth. She wanted to melt and mold herself to be whatever Alaska wanted.

“Invited Katya over and watched movies, but she left to go to Trixie’s. I miss you.”

“I miss you too baby. I can’t wait to come home and bring you presents. But you have to promise to be a good girl while I’m gone, angel, or else no presents anytime soon. You know the rules.”

“Yes, mommy.” Alaska shivered at the nickname, and twisted strands of her hair around her fingers, gently tugging. She could feel the heat at the pit of her stomach sending small shocks down in between her legs.

“Can you do the dishes sugar? And put on your nice clothes for mommy when she comes home. That dress is far too… conservative. You want to look extra pretty, kitten.” Sharon smiled wide, Alaska gazing softly at the round edges up to her face leading to her sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones. Her plump lips her a deep, alluring red, telling Alaska she was waiting for her all day. She wanted her to beg, wanted her to have to get on her knees before Alaska even touched her.

“Lasky-”

“Mommy.” Alaska cut her off. “Babydoll, you know not to call me that.” She saw Sharon’s eyes narrow. She was losing patience. She needed release. “Don’t be naughty, doll. It’s not my fault if you break the rules.” She said, nonchalantly, clicking her fingernails together. Sharon had to be wet by now, dying for Alaska to come home and fuck her.

Russell walked back into the room with his laptop and seemingly more paperwork. “Alaska, do you have a daughter? You seem like such a good mother!” He said enthusiastically, a poor attempt at trying to flirt with her.

“Got to go, babydoll, be a good girl before Mommy gets home and I’ll bring you something.” She smiled, and Sharon smiled back, before ending the call.

Alaska stood up, putting her lunch back into the fridge to eat later, and directed her attention to Russell, who was trying extremely hard to drag his attention away from her ass.

“No, that was my wife. She’s waiting for me at home.” She smiled a grin, watching Russell’s mouth gape open.

“O-oh. Sorry. Have a good day, miss Needles.”

“Mrs. Needles, thank you.” She closed the door to the workroom with a bang. What a prick.

She headed out to her car, a nice red convertible she’d had for a couple years. There were bags in the back full of clothes and some papers she had yet to drop off.

She headed out of the parking lot of the huge brick law firm and onto the highway it was conveniently placed on, and pulled into a new little bakery that she hadn’t seen before. Apparently they specialized in cupcakes, had been on some show or whatever. The door rang as she walked in, still so turned on she could barely focus. The woman behind the register had dyed grey hair and pretty blue eyes. She smiled at Alaska when she came in, but seemed timid. Fragile, almost. She moved gracefully, too, and Alaska appreciated the gentleness of her actions.

“I’ve never been here before, I want to get something for my wife. What do you recommend?”

“Um, well, personally I like the red velvet. It’s really good. But if you’re not into that the vanilla is also amazing.” She smiled, pointing down into the glass case to point out what ones she was talking about.

“I’ll take both, thanks.” Alaska smiled at the woman and got her wallet out of her purse, pulling out ten dollars in cash. “Keep the change.” She said, walking out the door and making the commute home.

Pulling into her house was like waking up on Christmas, exciting and alluring. Sharon was so close to her- probably sitting inside reading, or watching a movie, with a glass of red wine. She’d been waiting all day for this.

Sharon watched as the door open, waiting to see Alaska’s reaction to her in the finest lingerie, a black and nude corset, black thigh highs, a thong, and garters with just a sheer robe covering her. Her thin waist and thick thighs were accentuated in the lingerie she had chosen, with her boobs practically fully on display, spilling out of the cups on the top. Alaska finally saw her and sucked in a breath, not being able to stop her hips from rolling at the sight. She’s been waiting for this all day, all fucking day, she needed her and she needed her now.

“I brought cupcakes.” Alaska said sweetly, regaining her composure.

“I was good, mommy! I promise.” Sharon said back. She smiled proudly and wiggled a little bit.

‘Good job, cupcake! I’m proud of you. Come here.” She grabbed the box with the cupcakes in them and set them on the table, watching Sharon slink her way over from where she was standing on the couch. Her hips swayed seductively, catching Alaska’s attention. Once she got close enough, Alaska twirled a finger around a lock of Sharon’s hair and tugged, making Sharon moan. “Sit down.”

“I missed you today.” Alaska said, unboxing the red velvet cupcake and placing it on a plate, and grabbing two forks. Sharon was sitting at the small dining table with her legs crossed and her fingers twirling two strands of her hair together.

“I missed you too! A lot. I made cookies, they’re in the fridge.”

“I’m more in a cake mood right now princess,” Alaska replied softly, setting the plate down onto the table in between them. Alaska picked up the fork and took a bite off the cupcake with it, holding the fork out to Sharon. Sharon stared at the fork for a second before leaving in and eating the bite off of it, pressing her lips over the fork tightly and slowly leaning back, releasing the fork from her mouth. Alaska took off her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Sharon knew that. Alaska fed her another bite before standing up.

She quickly unbuttoned her pants again, pulling them down her thighs and eventually onto the floor, with her ass in Sharon’s face. “Don’t touch, kitten. You don’t want to get in trouble now.” Her wife whimpered and crossed her legs tighter, staring at the visible space between Alaska’s tits, watching how the fabric of her unbuttoned shirt grazed over her nipples. She was in nothing but the shirt and a lacy white thong now, and Sharon could see the discoloration in the panties where Alaska was so obviously turned on. Her stomach twisted as shots of heat spread down to her thighs. Alaska sat down on the table, carefully making sure that none of her breasts were visible as she fed Sharon another bite of the cake. Sharon shuddered with every movement.

“Lasky,” She said, closing her eyes. She was shaking, she needed to be touched, right now. Alaska looked her straight into her eyes and stood up.

“Take it all off. I want you naked and I want you in the bedroom. Now.” Sharon made a beeline to the bedroom, leaving Alaska to whatever she was doing.

After a few torturous minutes Alaska walked in the room. Sharon was on the bed, sitting with her calves tucked under her ass, the skin on her hips pushed out. Alaska almost moaned at the sight of it. “God,” Alaska said before coming up to Sharon and kissing her passionately, letting her tug off the shirt she had on and then putting her knees on either side of her hips. Sharon was biting at her lips every so often, and every time she did Alaska moaned. Alaska’s fingers made their way across Sharon’s waist, up and over her tits, squeezing for a brief second. Sharon stopped kissing Alaska to let out a loud moan.

“Sharon, baby,” Alaska said between breaths. “Get up, stand over there.” Alaska pointed at the area in the front of the bed. Sharon quickly got up and followed orders. The blonde followed, sitting at the edge of the bed in front of Sharon. She let Sharon’s eyes wander down her body for a few seconds before giving another order. “Give me your hands, doll.” Sharon gently placed her hands on top of Alaska’s when Alaska pulls a small piece of rope out from behind her, tying her wrists together in front of her.

“You shouldn’t have sent me that picture at work today. I’ve changed my mind about forgiving you.” Alaska said in a pitying voice, lacing her fingers through locks of Sharon’s hair, before tugging so hard Sharon yelps. “Spread your legs, put your arms out in front of you, use the bed to hold yourself up.” With that order, Alaska stood up and got behind Sharon while she used the bed for leverage. Her fingers traced the cream colored skin of Sharon’s ass, watching how pale it got the harder she pressed into it. She noticed the wetness that had gone from Sharon’s pussy to the insides of her thighs. She let her hand go in one more circle over her before lifting it up and bringing it down hard onto Sharon’s ass, leaving a red mark as Sharon jumped. She spanked her three more times before Sharon spoke up.

“Please, Alaska,” She whispered, panting.

“What was that?”

“Please.” She whimpered, trying to stay standing. Her legs had practically almost turned to jello, leaving her wobbling.

“Ok. Fine. Stand up.” Alaska said, sounding bored. Sharon stood up and walked over to Alaska, her eyes following the blonde’s curves all the way down to her ass until she felt the rope from her wrists being untied. Alaska let her go and walked over to the bed, laying down and spreading her legs. Sharon got the memo almost immediately, pulling herself onto the bed and settling her face between Alaska’s legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. Alaska gasped once Sharon finally came in contact of her clit, rubbing her tongue over it, fingers still playing lightly with the area around her folds before pushing one finger in slowly. Alaska pushed her hips up, moaning loudly. She pulled her hand away from the headboard and grabbed a handful of Sharon’s hair, tugging and pushing her head deeper into her. Alaska was a panting mess now. Sharon put another finger in, curling them upwards, feeling Alaska contract around her, becoming completely undone.

Sharon started kissing her thighs, still thrusting into Alaska. Alaska’s moans couldn’t be contained anymore and she was sure the neighbors could hear her. “Sharon, baby, I’m gonna come, please,” Alaska moaned one more time before finally convulsing around Sharon’s fingers as she fucked her through her orgasm. Alaska’s hands had never left her hair, still pulling and tugging at the wavy strands while climaxing. Soon enough Sharon felt Alaska slow down and her hands left her hair. She gave Alaska’s thighs one last kiss before leaning up and kissing her on the lips. Alaska brought her hands up to Sharon’s neck gently and put her knees in the dips of her waist, Sharon’s fingers grazing along her outer thighs.

Alaska pulled away after about a minute of just kissing and sat up with her legs dangling off the bed. Sharon followed, trailing behind her and slowly moving her hair across her back to kiss her neck. Alaska turned around, kissing her on the mouth again, leaning her back and pushing her onto the bed.

“Wait here, don’t move unless you want me to punish you, doll.” Alaska whispered into Sharon’s ear, Sharon squirmed and elicited a moan from the other girl’s words as she walked out the door.

Alaska headed straight to the secret closet in the bathroom- a small safe that sat under the sink in the cabinet. It was built into the wall for discreteness. She unlocked it quickly using her birth date and grabbed the only thing that was in there- a pair of pink painted handcuffs. She walked back into the room and made a rattling sound with the handcuffs that made Sharon giggle. “Thought you said you weren’t going to punish me, Lasky?”

“This is hardly a punishment for either of us and you know that.” She retorted. Sharon giggled again letting a devious grin take over her previous smirk. “Here, baby, give me your hands, put them around- yeah,” Alaska said motioning to the bedpost behind Sharon’s head so she could put the handcuffs on, using the bedpost as a way to keep her from moving.

“You’ve been waiting all day for this, huh, doll,” Alaska said, walking around the bed and sitting down on the corner. Sharon stayed silent. “Answer me, brat!”

“Yes,”

“Do you want me to touch you?” Sharon felt her hips roll up as the heat in her stomach and face pooled down.

“Yes.” Sharon replied, exasperated. She loved when Alaska took control like this.

“Beg for me.” Alaska moved her hands down to Sharon’s legs, playing with her skin. Pinching, pulling, biting.

“Please, Alaska, I need you to touch me so bad,” Alaska looked uninterested, still playing with Sharon’s legs, running her hands up and down the sides.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day so you could fuck me, please,” This got Alaska’s attention, finally letting herself move her hands to the insides of Sharon’s thighs and spreading her legs apart.

“Keep your thighs there.” Her fingers crawled up her wife’s body and into her parted lips. “Suck.”

Sharon immediately went to work, sucking and licking at Alaska’s fingers, lathering them. When she finally pulled them out of her mouth there was a tiny strand of saliva connecting the tip of her middle finger to Sharon’s thick lower lip. Alaska went to work quick, wrapping her mouth around Sharon’s nipples, licking and sucking at them as she rubbed her clit, going from fast to slow.

Sharon started shaking, sobbing as Alaska touched her. Her moans couldn’t be silenced even when Alaska covered her mouth, letting out one more moan before coming all over Alaska’s hand, soaking the sheets underneath her.

Alaska was the first one to leave the bed. She slipped on another pair of underwear and an old t-shirt from their previous vacation. She grabbed another t-shirt for Sharon and threw it at her wife, who was still chained to the bed post trying to catch her breath. Alaska walked over and lovingly undid the handcuffs, letting Sharon sit up, before grabbing the t-shirt off her lap.

“Hands up, love.” Sharon listened to Alaska, putting her hands in the air so she could slip the loose XXL t-shirt over her. “I love you so, so much. You know that, right?”

“I love you too, Alaska.” The blonde curled into Sharon’s arms and lied her head back on her shoulder to get Sharon to lean down onto the pillow, gently spooning her.

“Goodnight.”

“G’night, Lasky.”

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