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takaraphoenix · 4 years

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So I just finished the third season of The Bold Type and oh boy did they drop the ball in this one. I... really enjoyed this show until now but this season was just so intensely exhausting and honestly cringey.

The only good storyline was Jane’s. Her finally dumping that cheating piece of garbage. The way they handled her surgery and recovery and the struggle she had. It was incredibly emotional and well-paced and I genuinely loved the way they handled it.

But everything else was... pretty much garbage, in my opinion?

I mean, Sutton? Sutton and Richard, getting married, after being in a relationship for what, five years? And... they never actually talked about their future? They never talked about having kids? I hate this dumbassery of “let’s get married but like we never actually talked about how we imagine our future” and the way they handled that, with how Richard behaved? How he placed all the blame on Sutton? What in the world was that? She put her life on hold for him, repeatedly. It wasn’t because of her job that you guys hid your relationship for so long, it was yours. And when you decided to go to San Francisco for a job, she was just 100% behind you.

But now she’s deceiving you because... she... doesn’t read minds, or what? Saying “I want something like they have” is the broadest, least specific bullshit. Something, what? Their career, their marriage, their house? That does not specify that you want children. Saying “I definitely want children” is how you specify that you want children. To only blame her for not telling him that she didn’t want kids...? When two people are in this relationship and neither of them actually spoke up about their wants and needs here? That is equally both their fault.

Not to mention his... his reaction. Just, his reaction to everything.

When, only two months after the miscarriage, she wanted to have sex again and he just immediately goes “so x position is better for conception”, that was just... incredibly insensitive. I don’t know about anyone else but me, but... two weeks after losing a baby to already try again seems incredibly early and to overrun her like that instead of first, in a quieter moment, address the issue? Not to mention that this was an unplanned pregnancy and she just started a new, busy job so it really wasn’t a good fit time-wise.

His reaction to when she told him she didn’t want babies? The throwing and trashing stuff? It just will never sit right with me when men express their anger/frustration by smashing and destroying things right next to the woman. It is purposefully intimidating and reads far too close as a ‘replacement’, which also is always intensified by the woman jumping away instinctively, as Sutton did. Not... Not a great move. Really creepy.

And then they just... end it. Just like that. After this entire show had their will they won’t they build up to them getting married, it all falls apart like that, so unceremoneously and Sutton goes onto a completely self-destructive tour of discovering that she is, after all, no better than her mother, putting her somehow even below square one.

The worst offender however is whatever the fuck this show did to Kat. And to Adena. But let’s start with Adena.

Adena, an out and proud lesbian, a Muslim, a woman of color, a feminist. And now... a biphobe, apparently? Wow, that’s just such a great look on her.

It’s incredibly OoC for Adena. This woman, who met Kat when Kat was still thinking she was straight, who supported Kat through her self-discovery. And while Kat used “lesbian” as a self-identifying label twice in previous seasons, she always more leaned toward “queer” to label herself.

So to now have Adena, whose entire character was always about lending women a voice and standing up for them, who always supported Kat, who met Kat when Kat was still very much busy sleeping with men, now act biphobic when Kat comes out as bisexual...? It just... It really fucked Adena over.

Especially the garbage she was spouting. That if Kat now liked men, did that make Adena “just a phase” and were her feelings for Adena “even real”? That is just the most bottom of the barrel biphobic talk, this felt like someone just did one quick google search on biphobia and crammed them together and made Adena say that. It... just didn’t feel authentic for Adena, after how she had been represented so far and how she had acted and handled Kat’s journey of self-descovery.

I understand that they really wanted Kat to face biphobia and I genuinely did love the bonding moment that gave Kat and Oliver, but there was absolutely no need to throw Adena under the bus like this. They could have literally gone to that stupid lesbian-exclusive party and just have... have some random unnamed character act biphobic?

Considering this wasn’t even meant as a lasting plotline that’d be pulled through as a proper arc, because two episodes later, Adena suddenly got over her biphobia. Which is just another thing that makes it more ridiculous, because a woman like Adena, who is deeply involved with the community and who is strongly opinionated, would - if she really was biphobic - not just change her stance on that in like two weeks just because...?

It really showed that they used Adena not as a character but as a plot-tool for Kat’s plotline and it did Adena such a disservice - especially since she is one of your four (4) queer characters and she is your only lesbian.

Don’t validate negative stereotypes like prickly lesbians who only date Gold Star Lesbians because otherwise the lesbian feelings between them just aren’t lesbian enough and like how would she know they’re real if her partner isn’t also a lesbian?

And yes. Yes, I am well-aware we have a huge problem of biphobia within the community. I am well-aware that these type of lesbians exist. But, as mentioned above, they could have taken a minor character only introduced for this plotline to deliver this biphobia, instead of throwing their only lesbian character under the bus like this.

Adena is such a brilliant character and she is... so much representation? I mean, she is one of only four queer characters, of only two queer women, she is the only lesbian, she is the only Muslima, she is one of the only two women of color in the recurring/main cast. I genuinely don’t understand how you can look at a character like that and go “ah yes, let’s just temporarily antagonize her for another character’s plotline, which goes entirely against her own characterization so we will actually also totally backtrack on it after all is said and done”, because it’s... I don’t think there’s a real word for what this is, but it’s bullshit, to say the least.

Now about Kat. Who finally figured herself out this season. And then just immediately had to deal with the biphobia, but not for too long because that’d be too distracting, we have too much to do in throwing her character under the bus too, after all.

I mean seriously, Kat’s a biracial bisexual liberal woman, who had an entire season-long plot about being a liberal woman trying to carve a space for herself, for her community, against bigotry. Both, her being biracial and her being bisexual, has always torn her and made her not fit quite in and made her look for her place to belong and she fought hard for it.

So the natural progression for her character truly is to make her date a... I really do not want to type these words together, to be quite frank... but a Republican lesbian. And not just... be with her, but “come around” to her viewpoint. It was essentially throwing out the long-suffering plotlines of Kat fighting hard for her spot in favor of now being downgraded to a bar-tender who is fascinated by the Republican POV on life.

They really used Kat to antagonize liberals as sensitive snowflakes and show that “Republicans can be serious and have good points too!”. They turned Kat into a... clumsy oaf, at best, the way she handled herself around the politics this season? After she literally ran for office before, trying to become a politician herself? But now she is swayed or fascinated or whatever for “the other view-point”?

And just the timing, to have a “Republicans aren’t that bad!” angle in your show while Republicans are literally busy running your country into the ground? Ya really thought this was a great angle to work with? And for her, of all characters?

It made... absolutely no sense with how Kat had been portrayed so far to have her enthralled by this bullshit spouting Republican, because “different views are important and can be insightful”...

There are angles where, from a storytelling POV, you can introduce various views and make it very interesting to watch, but if your way of introducing this other view is literally by her defending her homophobic father who wants to help pass a bill on conversion therapy, I’m sorry there is absolutely no listening to that.

And that’s not being emotional. This is directly about the lives of human beings. There is no discussing that, there are no other opinions on the matter of whether or not children should be tortured into being straight.

And having her, very lacklusterly, say that she personally is against conversion therapy means... it... it means literally nothing if she is not speaking up about it and instead wants to bury evidence about her father supporting it and has no problems with him supporting it in the first place.

The ““cutesy”“ situation of her threatening to get Kat fired over this, Kat actually getting fired and her then accidentally getting Kat fired from her next job, just to graciously help her keep her job after all like some White Republican Savior was... very cringey to watch, but so was honestly every single interaction between them, based on the juxtaposition of those characters.

I’m sorry, as a lesbian, I have intensely strong feelings about how they utilized lesbian characters for bullshit agendas this season. First Adena for the biphobia angle and then writing a Republican lesbian in there to like... sell Republicans?

I just... genuinely can not grasp what that storyline even was, because it honestly just felt like Republican propaganda? And yes, propaganda. Because it undermined the already established liberal character that Kat had been, made her not entirely turn toward being Republican but suddenly be oh-so open minded about the views (after this plotline was literally introduced through, and I will say it again, conversion therapy. I mean seriously, you could have a liberal and a Republican have conversations with each other and “see each other’s points of view”, but you absolutely can not have that after introducing the plotline through one of the most horrific things that can happen to our community). They portrayed Eva as the understanding, calm, rational, charming party in this and made Kat the overly angry, emotional and downright doe-eyed one who learned so much from Eva, while not having Kat teach Eva anything. This was never portrayed as a mutual seeing each other’s viewpoints; Kat was the only one who changed over this storyline. And that is what made this not feel like an “equal opportunity POV exchange” storyline but like propaganda.

My very last critique point is the oversexualization of absolutely everything. I mean, yes, this show has always been very sex-positive and about women embracing their sexuality and I absolutely support this message. But... this season went... beyond that? It wasn’t just sex-positive it was downright negative on no sex. The utter despair for sex and linking it with success?

The plotline of how Jacqueline wanted to show women in “power” through fashion, but it was all about owning their sexuality and the first pitch immediately included lingerie. And worse yet, that thing where Ryan and Jane were not having sex.

The freaking intervention. Because... she was having a genuinely good time just having spa-days with her boyfriend instead of fucking like rabbits every hour of the day? That they literally put an intervention together there. That not having sex is oh-so bad, even though honestly, until that intervention, Jane did not look unhappy.

I just think that a show that praises itself on its queer viewpoints and puts the queerness so very front and center needs to step up their game and start including an asexual viewpoint. Both, in the show and in the magazine itself because everything they write and do comes back to sex and it’s starting to get really, truly tiresome.

Sex-positivity doesn’t have to mean that you reinforce that to be a strong, independent woman you have to have sex and that a relationship is only successful if they have lots of sex.

#The Bold Type #Season 4 #Phoe's Random Show Rants #Season 4 Review #Adena Deserved Better #Sutton Deserved Better #Kat Deserved Better #heck the viewers deserved better

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orangegreet · 3 years

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No Minor Miracles | Chapter 6

A Weed in Autumn Part One

In which our Immortal Idiots reunite in more ways than one.

The time had come for the Darkling to make his move on the Ravkan throne.

A dozen years ago he had been on the cusp of enacting his plans when his long fabled Sun Summoner presented herself to him. With a quaint little glow in her palms and the secret of her existence shared between them, he fostered new aspirations.

A whirlwind romance. A joint coup. Eternal Sovereigns.

Together they would liberate their people from oppression, slavery and slaughter.

Together they would ride into the Fold, manipulate it’s borders and neutralize the threat of their enemies.

Together they would reunite with their countrymen and women in the West.

Together they would return home to the Little Palace, fostering the next generation with authority and care.

Together they would write treaties and forge alliances.

Together they would bring Ravka into a shining new age of prosperity.

They would serve for millennia. They two would preserve their home country—a safe haven for all Grisha, so long as they reigned.

Visions of Alina, seated in his lap as he lounged on the throne, had heated his midnight hours for a time.

It was a barren dream now.

Unpublished work with third-act problems and a stubborn lead.

Once-cherished ideas now sat abandoned in a journal and stored in the hidden pockets of his private library.

The time had come to prepare something new. The Darkling knew of the private meetings conducted by the Tsar and the Tsesarevich behind closed doors. They were fools to believe he would not uncover such treachery.

The Darkling dealt in treachery long before their foolish line ever came into existence.

In earnest, he began new designs. Plotted key points, dates, events to leverage and, after thorough deliberation, invited Ivan and Fedyor into the process. Second Army spies collected intel ushered from every point of Ravka on both sides of the Fold.

New dreams and better fitting plans emerged to fit the circumstances. The coup was underway. It was now a matter of time.

The months following their reunion were some of the happiest in Aleksander’s memory. Their visits occurred multiple times a week and varied between degrees of urgent desire, meandering conversations and simply lounging in the peace restored from using their connection.

A sweet little humming vibration put his unease at bay for a little while.

Aleksander no longer pressed her for details, satisfied enough that he at least kept his own secrets in return.

He hungered for the day when he could tug on their tether from the dias of the throne room, crowned in the jewels of Ravka. He would extend an invitation to her to join him at a formal court gathering and soak in her shock.

Though it was unlike him to vibrate restlessly in anticipation of anything, this daydream was too enticing to fight it.

Several cold centuries of loneliness might have hardened him into stone—an everlasting and virtually unchanging being—but even stone had a melting point under the right conditions.

The one thing not eased by their supernatural visits was the urgency his body felt to be with her in person. The yearning doubled each time he saw her and he would inevitably pull her body to his, demanding she succumb to his request for a true meeting.

Early on, she was resilient to his commands. Over time her resolve was gradually ground into a brittle patience.

He continued pressing, praying for the snap. One night in autumn, she relented.

“Five days. Three weeks from tonight, I will meet you at the edge of the Fold just south of Adena.” Alina placed a tender kiss on his lips, holding his face between her palms. “Five days, that is all I have. But they are yours.”

Aleksander was speechless.

He kissed her in return and then once again in a bruising way that furrowed his brow and produced a groan from his very soul.

Before they parted, he repeated, “Three weeks exactly from tonight. Five days together. Leave it to me to arrange everything for us.”

He pressed a kiss into each of her palms.

The horse shuffled a few steps, apparently ill-at-ease being so close to the Fold. Aleksander laid a gentling hand to it’s mane. He squinted into the dense shadow before him, determined to see the little light bobbing inside.

Anticipation wrung his guts and he could only be thankful Ivan and Fedyor were not present to witness his darting eyes or gaping mouth—the humiliating lurch of his body when he sensed the slightest movement within the Fold.

Alina and he had decided to meet under the cover of night for obvious reasons. Anyone seen casually entering or exiting the Fold would not go unnoticed.

Although, Aleksander insisted this meeting take place before dawn, unwilling to compromise the loss of a whole day. She had blushed and agreed.

The ride from Os Alta to Kribirsk took almost a full week as it required traveling with troops and carting along the newest generation of Sandskiff.

The pilot run was to take place in a couple weeks time. Fortunately, this provided cover to be away from the Little Palace for the month which was preferable given how close he was to enacting his designs on the throne.

Ivan and Fedyor knew little about the current assignment. Fedyor was to remain in Kribirsk overseeing the troops during the General’s unexplained absence.

Ivan was to head on to the dacha which would be the home for him and Alina for the next five days.

The location, an Os Altan nobleman’s dacha in the country, sat between Adena and Kribirsk. This had been the most difficult piece of the arrangement to secure. However, an obscene amount of money and a plausible cover story carried him through and the situation would be quite refined, all told.

Aleksander would have no less. Five days with the center of his very soul would not be spent in anything less than luxury.

Every meal would be catered, every bath drawn for them and every distraction dealt with by more capable hands. This time was going to be sacred and shared between they two alone. No distractions. Of this, he was determined.

A bed, a home—things both he and Alina had lived without during different times in their lives—were not to be in question.

At his core, Aleksander felt an intoxicating desire to care for her. To show her how well he could care for her body, her and her Light.

Sex in the real world was easily arranged for and exchanged on whim. He intended to ruin her to her very core with the way he would care for her being.

The way he would sate her being would be outright. Irrefutable. She would have no way to go back after these days.

The General considered leaving Ivan at the front and taking Fedyor along to oversee the dacha staff for the week. Upon further thought, however, he considered it preferable to stomach the occasional side-eye from Ivan over the blushing delight which would be sure to issue from Fedyor if given half a second alone with Alina.

In the quiet and in the dark, Aleksander assured himself once more of this plan. It was right and it was good. This was no mere woman to woo.

This was the Sun personified.

This was the Light which mitigated his existence.

If he could not properly honor her gift, he deserved to be struck out of the world at her hand.

He felt her nearing him before his other senses caught up.

Something was coloring inside his lines. It filled him up as she closed in.

A flicker of light cut through the shadow. Or rather, the shadow moved around it, parting in reverence for the light.

Aleksander maintained some twenty steps of distance from where she would exit the Fold.

Hooves clopped over packed earth.

A white mare emerged from black curtain, the rider atop it dressed in black.

From his distance, he watched Alina stroke the mane of her horse. Watched her hair slide around her shoulders as she looked in each direction for him.

Aleksander swallowed.

He climbed to his horse and trotted in her direction. When she caught sight of him, seated tall and proud on his black steed, she beamed.

“Hello.” She said, softly in the dark.

“Hello.” He returned her a small smile.

Lifting his reins, he indicated their direction. He did not feel capable of speaking somehow.

She nodded, still smiling and trotted her horse alongside.

The journey was silent. Birdsong filled in the background, rising in volume as they neared the dacha. The night would be coming to a close soon.

Though the silence persisted between them; neither was moved to end it. He managed to keep his smile soft for her and she, for once, took her direction from him.

As they reached the gardens, Aleksander dismounted his horse and waited for her mare to come to a halt. He tethered both their reins together and reached for her, lifting her small body in his hands and setting her on the ground.

They stood together, his black eyes rested on hers. His hands cupped her waist while hers pressed on his chest. He kissed her forehead with reverence, then her cheeks. She blushed under his attention.

Together they walked to the door.

Everything was set up as directed.

Wisps of steam rolled over the surface of the water in the large bath off the bedroom and Aleksander looked at Alina with a question in his eyes.

He thought he heard the ghost of a laugh in her throat. She smiled and began to undress. After a moment, he followed suit.

Curiosity colored her features and she stared, utterly unabashed, at his naked body. He straightened his back, pausing to allow her to look her fill before stepping into the water.

The heat of the water licked up his legs. A chill broke out over his skin at the sudden rise in temperature and Aleksander turned back toward her, extending a hand.

She preened a moment under his questing gaze.

It was pleasing to get to watch as he became aroused for her. Her eyes swept below his waist to his swelling cock and then back up to his eyes.

The shyness of the smile on his face should have been astonishing—she was sure he had never before in all his centuries held this expression on his face.

However, outright astonishment would have broken the fragile quiet. Alina stored the memory away for herself for later and joined him in the heat.

Under his unwavering gaze, Alina assumed his consent and picked up the soap from beside the bath. With tender strokes, she began to bathe him, working the soap into a lather over his skin.

The smallness of her hands was something he relished, breath stuttering as she passed them over his chest, brushing his nipples and wrapping up his throat. His eyes fell closed a moment.

She looked drugged, lost in her work. Watching as his Adam’s apple bobbed under her palm. The ends of his long hair dampened against the skin of his broad shoulders.

Tracing the lines and crevices of the muscles on his shoulders and then down his arms. Her face acquired a dewy glow from the rising steam.

Aleksander forced his hands to stay at his side, determined to observe her only. To let her explore as she wished.

When she reached his waist, her eyes lifted to his again. The way she looked at him tested his resolve. Alina stared into his dark eyes even as her hands lowered into the water.

The soap lost it’s lather in an instant as she rubbed it along his thighs, pausing then to grip at the thick muscles.

They both watched her hands reach for his cock, erect and swaying under the surface.

Her small hands relinquished the soap as she wrapped him up in her palms and fingers. Her breath hitched and she rubbed the slippery residue all over him, twisting her hand a little at the top and reaching for his balls underneath.

Her wet skin on his wet skin, sliding easily with the assistance of the soap. The sense of power she felt was heady, holding him in both hands, feeling him throb under her grip. Feeling him grow larger.

Her mouth opened unconsciously as she watched her hands holding him, still stroking him in that slow, smooth slide.

“‘Lina…” he groaned and she stopped, smiling in innocence at him and brought her hands back to his thighs. She rubbed over his thighs in comfort, persuading him to calm what she aroused.

Aleksander took a couple deep steadying breaths before he opened his eyes. His hand lifted and caressed her throat, holding her little neck in the entirety of his grasp.

Her lids closed slowly and she tipped her head back to allow him access as his large thumb smoothed over her pulse.

She was nothing more than a small deer with her neck caught in the mouth of wolf. She waited for the wolf’s sentence. A grunt issued from his throat and he let go, his palm brushing down her body.

With calloused hands, he picked up the abandoned soap from the floor of the tub. Smearing it in his grip so the lather returned and he began to bathe her, mapping her curves.

He massaged his fingers into every divot around her collar and ribs, her navel and hips.

He spread the lather to the tops of her breasts, around the sides and back up the center of each. His fingers dragged over her nipples and she hummed, the drugged look making another appearing across her face.

He thought to kiss her again, almost closing the distance before the thought could fully form.

Aleksander pulled back.

He was determined to let them ease into this week slowly. Determined to infuse devotion into every movement this first day instead of letting the pure need take over. It would eventually.

The need was Inevitable.

However, this was a time for care and attentive patience. Alina was a star on earth, bright and celestial and wild. She was a star who was owed proper worship and Aleksander was the only being in the universe capable to treasure the responsibility. To see it through in it’s entirety.

And yet, as he brought his hands under the surface of the water, he could not stop himself from leaning into her mouth. His teeth gently tugged on her lip as he enveloped each of her inner thighs into his large hands below the surface, spreading her legs until they met the tub walls.

When his teeth let go of her lip, he kissed the swollen little thing, pink and protruding under his gaze. She whimpered for him, making him smile.

Thighs still in his grip, his thumbs rubbed along the inner path where her legs joined her hips and her skin was fine and sensitive.

With another soft kiss to her mouth, his thumbs parted the lips between her legs. Under the surface he felt her wet slick even as the water tried to sweep it away with every fond stroke of his thumbs.

“Aleksander…” her eyes were closed and his thumb ran slow circles over the prize. Her sweet, swollen clit, supple and sensitive under his touch.

Only for him, he wanted her to promise.

She moaned. It was a broken, little gasp.

Her eyes were closed but her mouth lifted to be kissed again. Unable to resist the request he met her lips with his own. His tongue brushed hers and carefully stroked into her mouth while his thumb continued coiling around her clit. Painstakingly slow and gentle.

Alina lost control of her jaw, panting.

When he felt her head slipping against his, her forehead falling to his jaw, he abruptly lifted his free hand from the surface and grasped her around the throat again, directing and holding her mouth to his.

Alina whimpered again into his mouth and he felt every inch the brutal wolf to her submissive doe. He could keep his action reverent and still be himself—evidently, she enjoyed the ways he took control.

When she cried into his mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut in response. The painful pleasure of her orgasm echoed to him across their connection and he was unable to dismiss the emotion easily.

A tempering rub to her thigh and he removed his hands, gliding them up her arms and kissing her once more, imbued with tenderness.

He parted with a deep steadying breath for himself and reached for the pitcher. Scooping the water inside and tipping it back over her shoulder, he began to rinse her. Though the suds down her torso were mostly gone now.

The water cleaved pathways through the white lather and past to her navel. Aleksander watched the shapes change across her skin as he erased them entirely, eyes lingering on the way the water pooled in her collar bone and skated into drips clinging to her rosey nipples.

Lifting her chin with a gentle finger, he poured water over her hair, careful to keep it from falling back into her eyes. She moaned again at the renewed warmth.

Alina took the pitcher from him, repeating the rinse on his body.

His long hair was let loose after a tug to the leather strip and she ran fingers along his scalp as she washed it.

She towered over him, kneeling to reach around the back of his head and Aleksander could not help the way his mouth reached for her breast, offered so freely just an inch from his face.

He laved her peak with his tongue, lifting the water from her skin as if he was drawing the juice from an overripe plum.

The pitcher slipped into the water behind him, apparently cast aside, while her arms wrapped around his head, holding him to her. Her ribs fit between the span of his large hands and he guided her body where he wanted it.

Aleksander suckled the water from one breast and repeated on the other. She moaned into his wet hair.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body into his. Bare, wet skin pressing against bare, wet skin. Softened by the water. A moment of calm before they were done.

Aleksander lifted her out of the tub, setting her back on the mat and joining her with a towel. He dripped onto the floor as he dried her.

His chest thrummed with a building anticipation.

It was not dissimilar to what he felt on the last night he saw her all those years ago. Something inside of him knew he was about to join with her. Knew they two were about to exist in the exact same space for a few precious minutes.

Judging by the look on her face, she felt it too.

He took the towel from her and set it aside, lacing their hands as he led her into the bedroom.

When he sat on the edge of the bed, she took up her rightful place between his legs.

Aleksander met her eyes, never looking away as he pressed a kiss to her sternum. His hands lingered over her hips, drawing her into his lap. Her legs fold around his hips as her soft bum rested on his knees.

Alina kissed him then.

It was a surprise at first but as they both sunk into the act, it felt as planned as the existence of either of them. As the balance of the universe. Light and Dark meeting and touching as they always would; pressed together.

He pulled her hand from his shoulder and down to his cock and emitted an involuntary groan into her mouth when she stroked his head.

Alina picked up his hand for her use, pressing his fingers into her mouth where she coated them. His brow furrowed in unrequited pleasure as he watched her guide his slick fingers down to her core where she rubbed herself with his fingers.

An untempered growl sounded from the back of his throat and he tipped her forward with his knees, her body falling toward his cock.

She yelped in surprise and then smiled; a challenging look alight on her face.

Aleksander held her stare with his and shifted the head of his cock into her slippery cunt, Thrusting together in tandem until she enveloped his cock from tip to base.

“Fuck.” He grunted.

“Saints, Sasha.” She said simultaneously.

Aleksander’s hands stroked her sides absently, enjoying the warm little cage around his cock more than he had anything in his long, long life.

She began to move first, unhurried and attentive, clutching at him with her inner muscles on every upstroke.

Whenever he bottomed out, his grip on her hips tightened and he rolled her against him. Joint moans rumbled between them.

His forehead fell to her breasts and he placed an open mouthed kiss to her valley. Lips wrapped around her nipples and he lapped at the buds with agonizing tenderness.

Her arms cradled his head to her body and she rested her cheek to his hair as she had done before. Her cries melded into whimpers at the aching sweetness of his ministrations.

He was not cruel to her. Not this first time. He did not toy with her. She did not tease him.

As their mutual pleasure built, so did the humming of their chests.

It went unacknowledged at first, the urge to reach the edge of the cliff became a runaway train and nothing else mattered.

Alina rocked over him and wailed into the sunrise as she reached that euphoric edge and dawn arrived at last, sunlight breaching the horizon and painting the room in an orange glow.

Aleksander pulled her mouth to his, latching on as he rocked into her depths and holding her moans on his tongue until he finally burst deep inside her. It felt as if he burst once and then again and again after.

His nose nuzzled against hers and they rested there, occupying a single space in the universe as one, his cock still pulsing as he filled her.

Wave after wave of energy passed through them and the light of dawn pressed an insistent pinky-red into their eyelids.

Only, it was not the dawn’s rays at all. Light was expanded from between their chests. Power stretching and concentrating into a single strand.

Heat lightning entwined in black tendrils of shadow.

Their eyes met, a combination of fear and awe.

With a hesitant hand, Aleksander grasped it.

Unbridled power charged through him and he was transported into nothing.

Dark and Light surrounded him in lingering wisps and vibrant currents and only when he realized he was alone there did he let go of the strand.

Alina had not moved from her place in his lap. The strand dissolved into nothing between them.

His eyes were wide and fearful and she looked on him, calm and understanding set in her gaze.

Her hands soothed him, stroking over his hair and brushing it behind his shoulders.

“You have seen what I knew must be at the very center of us.” She whispered.

Aleksander opened his mouth to speak, though no words came. He knew what she was going to say before she said it.

“The Making at the Heart of the World.”

Some Three Weeks Later

The General stretched from his seat at the desk. The new Sandskiff would leave on it’s maiden voyage through the Fold in the morning. David assured him the way it was built would make it the swiftest model yet.

Truthfully, the General had lost much interest in these voyages anymore. The existence of a Sun Summoner, for one thing had made the need for a Sandskiff practically moot. It was just a matter of time now.

Aside from that, there was still the matter of an imminent coup which kept him preoccupied.

The first steps of which would be initiated in a week’s time with the autumn equinox and the impending Summit of Allies. The General need only accomplish this mission and return to Os Alta.

His reappearance, along with those of visiting dignitaries and noble people would create the ideal chaotic cover required to assassinate a Tsar and his heir.

As if that were not enough to occupy his mind, vivid, feverous flashes of his week with Alina would appear and incapacitate him.

Being with her had made him feel insatiable in the after.

It was as if her body trained his to need something more than water and he could not stop thirsting for her skin against his anymore.

When they parted she told him she would not be able to be in touch for at least three weeks.

Not by tether, not by anything.

The panic it set off in him at the thought was unsettling, though he found he was more forgiving of himself on this side of their discovery.

Could he be helped if the first elements in existence which crashed into each other to form their very world seemed lived inside of them both?

Could he help that they came with the unfortunate side effect of reducing him into a feral wolf for a woman? Possessive and endlessly ravenous?

This was beyond Small Science. This was beyond love. This was cosmic and Inevitable.

He would not chastise himself for feeling any longer.

The General had just managed to fall asleep when the unmistakable sound of frantic hooves approached the camp.

He was already pulling on his kefta when Ivan entered the tent, Fedyor on his heels.

“Urgent news from Os Alta, moy soverennyi.”

The General took the letter, ripping the seal and reading words which stilled the earth around him.

The Tsar has been assassinated. The Tsesarevich will pass within the week. You are to return to Os Alta with your army within a fortnight.

The words, written in the careful cursive of the Apparat’s hand, seared into his mind and shook him to his core.

Aleksander’s eyes were wild with disbelief as he thrust the letter at his Heartrenders.

With complete disregard for the company in his tent, Aleksander reached for the tether and pulled.

Alina did not answer. He felt her there, somewhere across the Fold and far away.

He pulled again, desperate and needy to see her. He knew she could feel his panic. Knew that she would have to feel it between them.

She did not answer.

The only response available in their shared connection, underneath her desire and her devotion to him, was an undeniable tinge of guilt.

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