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🙋‍♀️🖤🤍💛🌸 Love Profusion, 1/2 (Adorney) - Veronica

A/N: So, I began writing this fic to fill the ”protest” prompt, but because it’s me, it got longer and longer and now it’s two parts and the protest is in the second part. It’s coming, though!!

The other challenge I gave myself was to use as many of the pride prompts as I could. This one has joy, parade, party, first kiss, and lust. Also I’m back to my beta whore roots, so I have to thank @m8existing @artificialcandycane @winterboxx and @petitmonde

Summary: Courtney loves pride. Here’s why.

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For as far back as Courtney could remember, pride was one huge party. Even when she was a kid, tagging along with her brother to whatever family-friendly events existed at both Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras and Brisbane pride (and, a little older, when he would sneak her into the clubs to watch his drag shows), it was a day of celebration and fun and rainbows.

People, especially her more radical friends, liked to talk shit in recent years about pride becoming too “corporate,” but there was something secretly enchanting to her about walking into Target and seeing huge rainbow flag displays. She didn’t like to say it out loud, because she knew she’d lose cool points, but it was true. The fact that business saw them as a group worthy of financial exploitation, just like every other demographic? It felt good. And a big change from how she remembered her childhood, when kids would snicker and spit out the word “gay” as an all-emcompassing insult—and just because it usually had nothing to do with being gay, not really, it still stung. When her grandmother would ask her brother if his boyfriend was his “special friend” and the woman her aunt had been living with for 25 years was referred to by everyone in the family as her “roommate.” Whatever switch had occurred in society to make “gay” go from something secret to a successful marketing strategy—-she may have had issues with capitalism, but that switch made her feel great.

So Courtney loved pride and everything about it: the dancing, the music, the general air of joy and camaraderie and freedom. She had her first kiss with a girl at one of those first Mardi Gras celebrations: she was 17, marching in the parade with a group of people from Vanity’s club. Covered in glitter from head to toe, a little dizzy and tired from the blazing sun, sparkly rainbow tinsel woven into her hair, sweating off the makeup that Vanity had so carefully applied that morning. It was near the end when she’d spotted April: a girl in cutoffs and a cute asymmetrical haircut, who she was certain she recognized. After a few seconds, she realized why: April had gone to her high school, and had graduated a few years back. She’d been incredibly popular—Wing Attack of their senior netball team, and house captain. Despite Courtney being in that same house, she knew there was no chance that April would remember her. If she did, it couldn’t have been favorable—an awkward pre-orthodontic kid in year 9. Regardless, she’d taken a deep breath and approached, happy to step into some shade for even a few seconds even if it ended awkwardly.

“Hi, you probably don’t remember me, but-”

“Courtney, right?”

“Yes!” Courtney exclaimed, unable to hide the utter thrill of being recognized by a girl so cool, so badass, so…well, sexy. April gave her a wry grin and then reached into a cooler, pulling out a peach iced tea and offering it to Courtney.

“Here, you could probably use this,” she said, and Courtney reached forward gratefully to take the icy-cold bottle.

“Thank you so much!”

“Anytime, Courtney,” April told her with a wink, and then Courtney was overcome by an urge to kiss her.

If it had been any other time, any other place, she’d probably have fought it. But this was Mardi Gras, and so…what the hell, right? She stepped forward, taking April’s face in her hands, hesitating for just half a second so that April had time to pull away. But instead, she grinned even more, tilting her head and letting Courtney plant a soft, quick kiss against her mouth.

It felt like her heart might burst from the sheer joy and excitement of it all, but Courtney managed to contain her glee enough to rejoin Vanity, who hadn’t moved ahead terribly far at all.

Another year at Brisbane pride, when she’d grown even bolder, she’d spent the whole night making out with a stranger on the dance floor of The Beat in the wee hours of the morning. She never did catch the girl’s name, but would think of her occasionally on particularly wistful nights, and send out loving energy for her into the universe.

She’d even met her girlfriend at pride, a few years after she moved to LA. Somehow, she’d gotten separated from Bianca and Willam, but instead of stressing, she’d begun wandering around the festival, stopping at any booth that looked interesting…sampling food, taking pamphlets, signing petitions, just absorbing the love and good vibes and community spirit as best she could.

Adore was sitting at a fairly plain-looking table, with a banner that read “Mermaid Trans Femme Youth Support Network.” Her hair was dyed pink and aqua, and she had the most mesmerizing eyes that Courtney had ever seen, ocean-blue, framed by stunning winged eyeliner and colorful shadows applied with a masterful hand. And the most kissably full lips, the matte lipstick that Courtney could never pull off an enticing cherry red.

When Courtney realized, from the amused expression on Adore’s face, that she’d been staring slack-jawed at her for way too long, her cheeks immediately reddened.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, I’m a bit pissed and I think I just…uh…”

“It’s cool. I’m half in the bag myself,” Adore giggled, holding up a flask emblazoned with the trans flag. “So…do you want a flier?”

“Oh, um…I’m not trans,” Courtney said, then immediately winced, worried that she’d put her foot in her mouth. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I mean-”

“I’ll try not to hold it against you,” she joked. “But, no, I was just thinking…’cause my number is on the bottom.”

“Oh,” Courtney blinked a few times. Oh.

The grin that spread across her face must have been unmistakable, because Adore smiled back, adding, “Or, in about 20 minutes, my shift here’s ending. Maybe you wanna hang for awhile?”

“Okay!” Courtney exclaimed, not bothering to hide her eagerness at all. At the time, she would blame it on the alcohol, but looking back, it was probably just Adore.

Adore, who would quickly prove to be just as charming and funny as she was beautiful. They spent the afternoon wandering around, talking about anything and everything under the sun. They realized that they were both singers, both recording under different indie labels, and although their styles were extremely different, they had a lot of overlap in the music they loved. They’d almost crossed paths before, too, a couple of times, since they had a few friends in common: maybe had been at the same party or club together.

When Courtney realized that she’d heard some of Adore’s music, and pulled out her phone to prove that she had in fact favorited one of her songs a few months ago, she noticed the flood of messages from Bianca and Willam.

“Shit!”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just…my friends are raging because I haven’t answered their texts,” she said.

“Blame me,” Adore said, with a flutter of lashes, the shimmery makeup around her eyes catching the evening light in a way that felt literally magical.

“I plan to,” Courtney laughed, scrolling to the bottom, reading only the last two messages before shooting off her own.

BIANCA: BITCH YOU BETTER BE FUCKING DEAD THAT IS THE ONLY ACCEPTABLE EXCUSE FOR THIS

WILLAM: Ur so rude. We goin to head to Ds without u

COURTNEY: I’m sorry! I met this girl and

WILLAM: lol

BIANCA: SLUT

COURTNEY: She’s just so amazing! I’m gonna come find you, where are you?

WILLAM: Palihouse but we’re leaving soon. Be outside the lobby ASAP

Courtney looked up at Adore and asked, “Wanna come to a house party in the hills? We have to book it though.”

“Hell yeah!” Adore said, “Lead the way!”

Courtney took Adore’s hand and the two of them hurried down Santa Monica, dodging people, at one point nearly body-slamming some strung-out gogo boys. Turned out, Bianca and Willam took longer to make their way out of the Palihouse than they’d intended, so they had plenty of time to collapse on the curb outside and catch their breath.

By then, Courtney was pretty much head over heels, falling harder every time Adore opened her mouth to speak. They pretty much ignored everyone else at the party (which Bianca would take issue with the next day but ultimately understand), so while most of the guests congregated around the pool and in the hot tub, they instead found a relatively quiet balcony off her home gym, sitting with a couple of beers, sharing a joint (well, Courtney took a few puffs, anyway), the conversation flowing well into the night.

It wasn’t until much later when Courtney started to stress internally—was Adore even into her? They'd spent most of the day together. They’d talking about everything, including sex and the most intimate details what they liked in bed—and maybe Courtney was going through an exceptionally slutty phase, but usually by this point in a romantic interaction, she’d be sound asleep after multiple orgasms. Were they actually gonna do anything, or just talk about it?

As usual, her lack of poker face must have given everything away, because the next thing she knew, Adore put a warm hand on her arm and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah!” Courtney insisted. “Sorry. I’m just, um…”

“Yeah?” Adore drew closer, her head tilted, the glimmering rhinestones on her face dull compared to her eyes in the moonlight.

“I…I really…like you…” she breathed. God, she sounded like an absolute wanker.

“I like you too,” Adore said, one corner of her mouth turned up in a smile, her hand still against Courtney’s skin, fingers moving gently, giving her a rush of goosebumps.

“I kind of…want to mess up your lipstick,” Courtney said, trying to salvage some dignity, if that was even possible at this point. “If that’s chill.”

“It’s totally chill,” Adore said, her long lashes fluttering. “I was kind of hoping for that all day.”

“Oh.” Courtney bit her lip, suddenly shy. “Well, then…okay…here goes…”

“Are you gonna narrate the whole time?” Adore teased, and Courtney tried to give her a cross look, but the giddiness she felt at being so close was taking over, not letting any negative emotions through. Her Look ended up just being the same dumb grin she’d had all day, but with her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Adore giggled, eyes still locked on hers, cherry lips parting slightly as Coutney closed the distance between them.

She waited until the very last second to close her eyes, wanting to revel in her beautiful face for as long as possible. Her lips were exactly as velvety-soft and plush as they looked, and for a second Courtney thought she might literally swoon.

What had begun soft and a bit tentative soon turned heated, tongues tangling together, both of them growing breathless. Adore’s fingers slid around Courtney’s waist, sending tingles all up and down her spine. When they finally parted, Courtney was panting, experiencing a high better than any drug. If Courtney wasn’t in love before that kiss, she was a goner now.

By the look of the lipstick smeared over Adore’s face, she could bet that half of it was now on hers, and instead of being self-conscious about it, she felt a strange sense of pride.

“Wow…” Adore sighed.

“Yeah.” Courtney rested a forehead against hers, chest heaving. “You are so beautiful.”

“Me? Have you looked in a mirror?” Adore asked, eyes shining.

“Yeah, you,” Courtney repeated. “You’re like…a goddess.”

“I…” Adore seemed all out of witty retorts, simply looking down as her cheeks darkened.

“I’m serious.” Courtney tilted her chin up, placed another soft kiss against the corner of her mouth before adding, “Dead serious.”

Adore leaned back in the lounge chair with a coy smirk, an impish look in her eyes. She still had one hand on Courtney’s waist, index finger hooking into her belt loop and pulling her closer. Courtney climbed on top of her, grinning like a loon, as she straddled her on her hands and knees.

For a moment, as they gazed into each other’s eyes, it was like time stopped. The cute smile on Adore’s face faded, and she swallowed hard, then bit her lip.

“Are you okay?” Courtney whispered. She lifted one hand to stroke Adore’s smooth round cheek.

“Yeah. Just kind of…hoping I can live up to that last kiss.”

“I guess we can try our best, right?” Courtney asked.

Adore nodded, fingers digging a little deeper into Courtney’s waist.

‘Live up to’ was an understatement—their second kiss was incredible. The way Adore held her, the way she whimpered softly when Courtney used her teeth to tug ever so gently on her bottom lip. The way her hips arched up, breathing growing ragged as her body molded against Courtney’s. Even the air, heady with flowers and the sounds of the party below, music drifting up to them in the breeze, made things more magical.

Courtney was a little drunk and stoned, to be sure, but mostly she was high on Adore. Her taste, her scent, the softness of her skin, the rhythm of her hips—everything about her was utterly intoxicating. She stifled a broken moan as Adore’s hands slid up under her skirt, fingers kneading into her ass.

She lost her wits rapidly, completely forgetting where she was as they panted into each others’ open mouths. When one of her hands moved across Adore’s breast, she made a sound—a desperate, broken moan that Courtney felt deep in her core, making her entire body tingle and ache. She circled the stiff nipple with her thumb, and Adore threw back her head, making that glorious sound again. Fuck.

“You like that, baby?” Courtney whispered, and Adore leveled a glassy-eyed gaze at her, eyes burning with lust, pupils fully dilated to the point where her blue eyes looked black.

“Please.”

It was only one word, but it was enough to tell Courtney where the night might possibly be going, snapping her into sobriety for a second to ask, “Do you…want to go inside?”

Darienne was cool, but even so, she would probably prefer that they not fuck in full sight of her neighbors. Adore nodded, chest heaving, each breath straining against the buttons on her top that Courtney couldn’t wait to tear open.

If you asked Courtney later, even the next day, she would admit that she had no actual memory of how they managed to find Darienne’s guest room on the top floor, because she was pretty sure she didn’t know that room existed before that night. But necessity, as they say, is the mother of invention, and Courtney’s aching need for Adore’s bare skin against hers was bordering on life or death at that point.

Once inside, they were like a couple of ravenous beasts, tearing each other’s clothes off before they even got to the bed. Courtney pushed Adore backwards by her hips, knocking her off balance as she toppled onto the bed, never letting go, taking Courtney with her.

They rolled around breathlessly, getting tangled in the covers until Courtney had the wherewithal to shove them aside. Remembering her earlier response, Courtney kissed a wet trail down her jaw, neck and throat to her chest, then sucked a nipple into her mouth, her hand kneading Adore’s other tit gently as she writhed and moaned.

“God, fuck, keep…keep doing that,” Adore panted out.

“Mmm,” Courtney hummed, and Adore immediately let out another moan.

“Courtney…fuck…” Adore’s hips were rolling furiously, her thighs clamped around Courtney’s narrow hips like a vice, both of them grinding like their lives depended on it. They still had their panties on, and it was becoming painfully obvious that the thin cotton barrier wasn’t doing much. Courtney’s had been soaked through for ages, and now that Adore’s cutoff shorts were flung aside, she found herself wanting to explore her even more, to discover every part of her beautiful body, sliding her hands down. “Wait-”

Courtney stopped, looking up at her. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just, um…I probably can’t get hard right now, but-”

“Okay. Do you still want to-”

“Yeah! I mean, yeah,” Adore panted. “Keep going. Please”

Courtney continued to kiss down her chest and belly, hooking her fingers into the side of her panties. Even though Adore had told her earlier what she liked, and confirmed it just then, Courtney paused before sliding her panties down to ask, “Is this okay?”

After a vigorous nod of consent, Courtney continued, sliding them down, finally seeing all of her. She ran her hands gently up Adore’s thighs before slowly taking her soft dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue around, watching her hands turn to fists as she clutched at the sheets.

“Is this good?” Courtney murmured, and Adore arched and moaned, a strangled ‘yes’ just barely discernible. She hummed against her again, and the writhing in response gave her all the motivation she needed to keep going. She reached up to toy with her tits, alternating between licking and then gently sucking her dick until Adore came with a series of broken moans. Courtney pressed hot, wet kisses up her body until they were once again face to face.

“Jesus Christ,” Adore said.

“Wow, forgot my name already?” Courtney quipped, pretending to be offended, and Adore chuckled weakly, running a hand through her hair.

“You fuckin’ nerd.”

Courtney giggled, snuggling up against her, face tucked into her neck, inhaling her scent as Adore traced lazy patterns on her sweaty naked back. Courtney almost didn’t notice when her hips began to move again, rutting against Adore’s thigh as if her body had a mind of its own. Adore noticed, though, a sleepy smile spreading across her face.

“Let me help you,” Adore whispered, fingers teasing the edge of Courtney’s panties.

“Yes,” Courtney nodded emphatically, raising her hips just enough to let Adore’s hand inside.

“God, you’re so wet,” Adore breathed, and all Courtney could manage was a whimper of agreement as long, graceful fingers found her clit.

She was already close, and it seemed like within seconds of Adore toying gently with her—first tapping lightly and then rubbing circles and figure eights—she was coming with a gasp, body shuddering with pleasure before every muscle turned to liquid. She melted against Adore’s body, trying to catch her breath.

Her eyelids felt heavy as she searched for Adore’s lips in the dark room. They hadn’t bothered to turn on a light, and blackout shades effectively kept out the lights from the party downstairs. It was like a perfect little cocoon, nothing but body heat and shared breath.

They must have dozed off, because the next thing Courtney knew, she was roused awake by Adore shifting away from her. She lifted her head and rubbed her eyes, immediately disturbed by the loss of her touch.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Adore whispered. She was half out of the bed, legs swung over the side.

“Where are you going?” Courtney asked, trying to keep the panic and disappointment out of her voice. They’d only known each other twelve hours, so she certainly had no right to be this clingy, this upset at the idea of Adore leaving her. She reached for anyway, though, adding a pathetic, “Don’t go.”

“No, I just…I haven’t had a cigarette all day and I kind of wanted…” Adore trailed off, looking at Courtney’s anxious face, eyes then drifting down to her outstretched arm. “Or…I guess I’ve been trying to quit anyway.”

A happy grin spread across Courtney’s face as Adore crawled back towards her.

(Months later, Adore would joke to their friends that Courtney “made” her quit smoking, which Courtney adamantly denied, explaining, “I just didn’t want you to leave…”)

Courtney wrapped her arms around Adore’s warm body, nuzzling against her, thrilled to have her back. If she’d been more awake (and sober), she might have been concerned at how obsessed she was with this girl already. But since she was still rocking a healthy buzz, all she felt was contentment and happiness.

“We do have to find another way to solve my whole oral fixation though,” Adore mused. “Any ideas?”

Courtney lifted her head, giving her a wicked smirk. “As a matter of fact…”

***

Sometimes Courtney marveled at how easy it was with Adore; their lives seemed to blend together almost seamlessly. They skipped the casual dating phase completely, and soon enough, they were all but living together, with Adore sleeping over Courtney’s place almost every night. Courtney met Adore’s family, getting the necessary stamp of approval from her mother, and even their careers benefitted: Courtney’s manager recommended a much better booking agent for Adore, and one of Adore’s producer friends recruited Courtney to join a fledgling podcast company, something she took to like a pro.

Courtney’s friends loved Adore right away, and Adore’s friends welcomed Courtney with loving, open arms. Maybe more importantly, they all liked each other, and pretty soon every party, every brunch, was a happy mix of people from both of their lives, to the point where they sometimes forgot who met who first. While Courtney was packing to visit her family in Australia for Christmas, the thought of separation weighing heavily on both their minds, Adore bit the bullet.

She took Courtney’s hand and blurted out, “We should move in together!”

“What?”

“I mean…do you want to move in together?” she revised, giving those puppy eyes that Courtney could never say no to, even if she wanted to.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, jumping into Adore’s lap and smothering her face with kisses. “Yes, I would love that! I love you…”

It was beautifully fitting that pride was their anniversary. In 2014, they celebrated one year together, marching in the parade with Adore’s trans support group, both of them decked out in mermaid finery.

(“GAG,” Bianca said when Courtney told her the concept, but she’d relented and made their costumes anyway the second Adore batted one lash.)

In 2015, Adore was finally starting to see real money from her music, getting bigger and better gigs—and even a mini-tour across the Pacific Northwest in March and April. Courtney’s podcast had taken off too, and before looking for a nicer apartment, they opted for an extra-opulent pride month. First, they did LA pride with all of their friends as usual and then, 2 weeks later, they flew to San Francisco to do it all again. In a wonderful and magical coincidence, they happened to be strolling around the Castro, fingers laced together, when they heard screams and cheers from Midnight Sun. They ducked into the historic bar to find a jubilant celebration underway: the Supreme Court had just handed down the landmark decision to make same-sex marriage the law of the land.

In the midst of the crying, the hugging, the squeals of delight, Courtney managed to get her arms around Adore, hugging her waist from behind, forehead pressed to her shoulder. Adore sighed happily and turned around, tipping Courtney’s chin up for a slow, lazy kiss.

“This is fucking cool, huh?” Adore said, once they separated.

“Really fucking cool,” Courtney agreed, arms still securely around her waist, heart light and happy. She was surprised, actually, how incredible she felt. A handful of states, as well as a bunch of countries, already had gay marriage. For awhile now, it hadn’t felt to Courtney like an urgent fight—at least not the most important fight, when plenty of places had much bigger battles, and when her own girlfriend’s identity was constantly being vilified.

But it really was magical, causing tears to well up in her eyes and filling her with hope that she didn’t even know she was missing.

“So…” she said, biting back a happy grin. “What do you think? Wanna get married?”

“You mean like now?” Adore said, taken aback.

“Not like today,” Courtney countered, suddenly worried that she’d come on too strong. But they’d been together for two years—and living together for the majority of that time, she reasoned with herself. It’s not like this was an insane, out-of-the-blue discussion.

“Okay good,” Adore breathed, looking a bit too relieved for Courtney’s taste.

She scrunched up her face, saying, “Wow, thanks.”

“No! I just mean because like, I feel like we’re too young to even think about that!” Adore said.

“I’m 31,” Courtney reminded her, “And you’re 27.”

“Exactly! Infants!” Adore gave her a lopsided smile. The kind that usually charmed the pants off her. But today somehow, it was losing its luster. “Do you really want to be a child bride?”

Courtney rolled her eyes. “Nevermind, Adore. Forget I said anything about it-”

“Don’t be mad,” she implored.

“I’m not mad,” Courtney said. And she wasn’t. It wasn’t as if she was dying to get married; she’d just gotten caught up in the moment. A triumphant, wonderful moment that she was determined to still enjoy.

“Well…” Adore twirled a lock of fading lavender hair, biting her lip. “I do think…like, hypothetically, that if I was gonna get married…”

Courtney looked back up at her, a breath catching in her throat as her eyes met Adore’s.

“...I’d definitely want it to be to you.”

“Yeah?” Courtney felt any residual irritation dissolve as a smile pulled on the corner of her mouth.

“Fuck yeah.”

Courtney leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “Me too. Hypothetically.”

She let the conversation go, for now, simply enjoying the magical day. After all, it was pride, and Courtney wasn’t about to let anything ruin it, especially not a non-argument like that.

***

The next year, Adore was on tour during all of May and June. Courtney flew to Austin to surprise her for an early anniversary celebration, and Adore responded by pulling her up onstage to join them for a few numbers, much to the delight of the crowd.

Afterwards, in the hotel, Courtney emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but her favorite strap-on and a smirk.

“Hey,” she said, leaning against the doorframe.

Adore sat up in bed, her eyes widening with delight. “Hiii.”

Courtney giggled, lashes fluttering, and sauntered forward. “Ready for some fun?”

“Always!” Adore simpered at her, head tilted.

Before they met, Courtney hadn’t been that interested in dildo play. She’d always had plenty of great sex without any toys whatsoever, and if she was gonna get (or give) technological help, nothing beat a simple vibrator.

When Adore suggested the strap, at first Courtney had been a little offended. Was she not capable of pleasuring her girlfriend without a dick? She figured that wearing it would make her feel like an imposter, like she was trying to be a man. Like she’d be proving fucking Freud and his stupid theory about penis envy right.

She could not have been more wrong.

First of all, the dildo they’d chosen while wandering through the Pleasure Chest looked nothing like a dick. It was pink and purple, sparkly, and glowed in the dark. It was ribbed, and came with both a removable bullet vibrator and piece on the end that pressed against her own clit when she used it.

Most important, it made Adore tremble with pleasure, allowed her to fuck her girlfriend silly while her hands stayed free to roam around her body. She could look into her eyes or kiss her while she came, and that was the best fucking part.

There was also, somehow, an energy shift in the room when the dildo appeared. It made even the laziest kisses, the most delicate cuddling, feel more charged. So even as they kissed, as Courtney removed her clothes, worshiping every part of her with her mouth, her hands, she knew that Adore’s attention was always at least partly fixated on the strap between her legs, eyes dilating every time she gazed down at her.

Eventually, Courtney knelt over her on the bed, barely touching her, as she squirmed and panted heavily below. She then trailed one finger up her thigh, parting her legs with zero effort. She let her eyes travel up and down Adore’s body, leaning over slowly as Adore whimpered, knowing what was coming. She tormented her for a few more seconds until finally sucking one erect nipple into her mouth.

“Fuck,” Adore groaned, arching up, hands threading into Courtney’s hair. In no time at all, she was writhing and begging for more.

After giving her an indulgent smile, Courtney leaned over and growled, “Turn over,” directly into her ear.

Adore complied immediately, with a whimper and zero hesitation. Courtney pushed her hair out of the way, kissing the back of neck, hands wandering over her body, squeezing her perfectly round ass. Her mouth traveled down her spine.

Courtney lubed her up generously, feeling flutters of her own cunt pulsing beneath the strap as Adore pushed her ass up, letting Courtney stretch her as she panted into the pillow. She was so needy, so desperate, that Courtney was tempted to take her like this, from behind, face buried in her hair, hands reaching around to toy with her perfect tits. It would be good, Courtney knew, but what she really wanted was to look into her eyes.

However, that didn’t stop her from teasing, from pressing the dildo against her as she ran her slippery-with-lube hands all over her body, fingers circling her nipples, one hand reaching down to her girldick to stroke her, Adore’s whimpers growing more pleading, more urgent, with every second.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good,” Courtney whispered into her neck, then tapped on her hip gently.

That was all it took for her to flip back over eagerly, drawing her legs back. Courtney smiled at the sight, then gave her a deep, wet kiss, tongue plunging into her mouth, teasing her hole with just the very tip of the dildo.

“Fuck me, please,” Adore begged, fingers digging into Courtney’s shoulders.

“You sure you’re ready?” Courtney teased, knowing full well exactly how ready she was.

Adore’s response was a choked whimper, which turned into a satisfied moan as Courtney pushed the dildo slowly inside her, pressing kisses to her open mouth. Before she even began to roll her hips, Adore was arching up against her. She shifted her weight to bear down, slowing the rhythm, every thrust of her hips met with increasingly desperate whimpers.

As Courtney trailed her fingers up Adore’s body, thumbs circling her nipples, her whimpers turned to moans.

“I love you so much,” Courtney said.

“Love you,” Adore echoed, head thrown back , eyes squeezed shut.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” Courtney asked.

“Uh huh…fuck…”

Adore’s nails raked down Courtney’s back and dug into her ass, making her shiver as she picked up the pace, fucking her deep and hard, swallowing her moans with open-mouthed kisses. Courtney wasn’t sure who came first, but her hips kept moving until they’d both collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, sheets tangled beneath them.

“You’re so beautiful,” Courtney murmured, before pressing a kiss to Adore’s temple, arms still wrapped around her waist. As hot and sweaty as she was, she didn’t want to let go. Ever.

Courtney loved pride for many reasons, but that year, that pride in Austin, would always go down as one of her favorites. Especially considering what came next.

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artificialqueens · 2 years

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❤️ Love Profusion, 2/2 (Adorney) - Veronica

A/N: Alllright, here’s the actual point of the fic, which is the protest section. I didn’t bother putting all the emojis into the header because it would get ridiculous: protest ❤️ (of course), as well as hurt/comfort 🧡, found family 🤎, joy 🙋‍♀️, and lust 🌸. (There are more if you stretch, but let’s not be greedy.) Thank you again to @artificialcandycane for being such a fantastic beta and cheerleader and all-around angel.

TW for discussion of the Pulse nightclub shooting, the 2016 election (and allusions to the asshole who won although his name isn’t mentioned).

Summary: When shit falls apart…we fight back.

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She took way too much for granted. That’s clear now. Just a few weeks after her amazing weekend with Adore in Austin, the shooting at Pulse in Orlando sent shockwaves through their community, and mere hours later, a man was arrested who appeared to be planning a copycat attack in LA. Courtney still watched the parade, from the relative safety of Willam’s rooftop terrace, but it was a somber day. Nothing like the celebrations she’s used to. Nothing like what pride is supposed to be.

She thought that would be the worst of it, until November.

After the election, she felt positively numb. Even up until the last moment, she didn’t believe that it was really happening.

“Okay so…this is what the electoral college is for right?” she’d asked everyone all throughout last November, “I mean that’s what people who defend it always say. So they’re gonna do something, right? They’re gonna stop this? Because he’s obviously unfit for office. Anyone can see that. Right? Right?!”

Her American friends just sighed and shook their heads, already defeated. More tired than angry, like they’d already lost. It was infuriating, and made Courtney more and more depressed as the months wore on. Even worse was trying to explain the whole mess to friends and family back in Australia. They didn’t get it. It didn’t make fucking sense. And all Courtney could say was, “I know, I know.”

She didn’t attend the Women’s March in January. She wanted to; so many people she knew went. Even Adore, who was on tour, managed to drag her hungover ass to the one in Seattle. But Courtney was just so angry, to the point where she felt sick, and depressed, and she worried that it would infect the vibes of everyone around her—that it would take a day meant for solidarity and ruin it, make it all about her own anxiety.

Looking at the photos, she regretted her decision to stay home. It was huge, much bigger than she thought it would be: not just here, where they said it was the biggest protest in LA history, but all over the world. There’s so much support, so much love, so many people who are on their team. Adore FaceTimed her from Seattle, and for one day, at least, Courtney thought that things were looking positive. She almost felt like her old self again.

But then, within a week, everyone went back to their lives, and those hopeful feelings dissolved once again. She was back to square one, the miserable dullness that’s been pressing down on her since the night of the election.

So, at the beginning of February, she cancels her trip home for Mardi Gras. Tells Vanity that a work conflict has come up. Tells her parents sorry, but maybe she can rebook in a few months, and there’s always next Christmas. Would they even want to see her when she’s surrounded by such darkness? She’s not sure.

Vanity tries to convince her to make it work, excitedly sharing all about the show she’s in, the events that are planned, but Courtney can barely muster up the enthusiasm to listen.

“Yeah, sounds nice,” she says on the phone, after Vanity tells her that the Veronicas are going to be performing at the party.

“Wow, don’t get too excited,” Vanity laughs.

“I’m sorry. I think I just…I’m bummed I can’t come, so…” She doesn’t want to ruin Vanity’s mood. She knows that this mess isn’t her fault, and she has every right to enjoy Mardi Gras like she always has.

But for Courtney, this is the first year in her adult life that she can’t get excited for pride anywhere, even in Sydney. The rainbows themselves seem to have lost some of their color, some of their magic. But how can she say that, especially to Vanity? Why should her horrible frame of mind ruin anything for other people? So she keeps her mouth shut, for the most part.

Adore’s the only one who knows how she really feels. At night in bed, when there’s no hiding, no pretense, Adore holds her and lets her whisper all her fears into the darkness.

“I’m scared.”

“I know, baby…me too.”

“I’m…scared for you more than me,” she confesses, voice breaking.

“I know.”

She feels so guilty, all the time. Why hadn’t they worked harder when they could? Donated more money, made more calls? In her mind, it was preposterous to think that he had a shot—she truly didn’t take his campaign seriously until it was all over. And now, she knows, no matter what lip service he’s paying to allyship, that he’s full of shit. This is a hate movement. Queer people will be targets, without a question. She’s terrified of what’s coming, how long it is before Adore is in literal danger.

When she cries at night, Adore comforts her. She feels guilty about that, too. Adore shouldn’t have to make her feel better about this.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she can’t help sobbing.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay,” Adore soothes, pressing a kiss to her forehead, stroking her hair. “I know you’d do the same—you have done the same.”

“But it’s not fair, you’re the one who-”

“Shh…” Adore rocks her. “How many times have you kissed away my little chillona tears?”

She can’t even laugh at that, instead curls into her, unable to fully rid herself of the guilt, but still warm in her arms. Safe in a way that she’s not sure she deserves.

***

A month later, the LA pride organizers announce that the parade this year will be a protest instead, with rallies bookending a march from Hollywood and Highland to Santa Monica and San Vicente. That spark of hope re-ignites in Courtney’s chest when she hears about it. No Bank of America floats or contingents of NBC employees this year, which would feel empty and hollow.

So, in spite of the generally oppressive atmosphere of the new presidential administration, she’s able to breathe a little bit, maybe even look forward to June. She brings it up at brunch with her friends, cautiously wondering if they feel the same way.

“Yeah, it’s great!” Jinkx enthuses. “I’ll be there for sure!”

“Awesome,” Courtney says, reaching out to squeeze their hand. She should have known to count on Jinkx—frankly, she’s a bit surprised that they’re simply planning to attend instead of volunteering. They’re by far the most politically active of all of them, sometimes making Courtney ashamed for not following the news closer—but never on purpose. “We should go as a group!”

“Fuck yeah,” Adore agrees, and Courtney snuggles closer into her side, feeling grateful for Adore’s unwavering stance for about the billionth time since November. “I’m in.”

“Pass,” Bianca deadpans, and Darienne chuckles, toasting her quietly. It’s disappointing, but not a shock. Bianca had been one of the first ones, early in the year, to announce that she’s ‘all out of energy for these dumb shit protests that do nothing, ever.’ She and Darienne often say that things are out of their hands, proclaiming that they’ll let the ‘youth’ handle this, talking as if they’re in their 80s instead of their 30s.

Courtney knows it’s just a joke, but it bothers her anyway. They can’t check out, not now. She’s starting to feel that usual helplessness once again, when Willam surprises her.

“I’ll come,” he announces, and Courtney’s eyes light up.

“Really?!”

“Yeah. Protest pics are all the rage on Grindr right now,” Willam explains.

“Well…okay, cool,” Courtney says with a chuckle. Honestly, whatever motivates him is fine with her.

“I’ll be there too,” Trinity adds, and Adore gives her a fist bump. “This is gonna be so much better than that shitty parade. We really need it, you know?”

Trinity is one of the most laid-back people Courtney’s ever met, but she’s still engaged and fired up, especially when it comes to queer issues. They could all learn something from her.

“Yeah, exactly!” Courtney says, and then nudges Adore with her elbow, gesturing to Bianca and Darienne and whispering, “Work your magic, babe.”

Adore turns to them both, mouth turned down in a pout, eyes big and glassy, and says, “Won’t you please come? For us?”

For all her big talk, Bianca cracks first. “Ugh, I’ll think about it,” she grouses, and Adore gives her a happy flutter of lashes as thanks. “But I’m not wearing one of those stupid pussy hats!”

“Well yeah, it’s June, we’re not gonna be in knitwear.”

“Aww, I love those hats,” Willam says.

Courtney leans back in her seat, happy that her friends are on the same page.

***

The morning of the protest is a little chilly, but Courtney’s dressed for the day, knowing the fog will burn off soon. The nerves she feels make it hard to joke with Jinkx when they arrive—even their joke about how she’s a “real lesbian now” in her cargo pants doesn’t make her giggle like it normally would. Even when Adore joins in, telling Jinkx not to make fun of her since she’s got granola bars in one of her many pockets.

“And sunscreen,” she reminds them both, handing over the tube as they wait on the sidewalk for their Uber.

“Awww, you’re the best mom,” Jinkx tells her, giving her a big hug.

She checks the group text a few times to make sure that the others are on their way, still planning to meet before the first rally. She knows that she can count on Trinity and Laganja, but worries that maybe Darienne or Bianca will back out, and Willam is always a question mark. As incentive, she’s invited the whole group back to their place after the second rally for a barbecue. (The bonus being that preparing all the food gave her something to do yesterday when she was stressing out, besides biting her nails down to the quick.)

She slides into the car with the signs, not really listening to Jinkx debating with their Lyft driver about whether to take Fountain or Sunset. (She’s fairly certain that the whole conversation is just an excuse for them to break out their infamous Bette Davis impression, anyway.)

As Courtney sits in the back seat, she can’t help thinking: this is pride weekend. It’s supposed to be a celebration. It’s supposed to be uplifting and joyful. So why does she feel so anxious, her stomach a tight knot. Adore seems to understand without her saying anything, and reaches over to lace their fingers together.

She really doesn’t know what to expect from today. Will it be a bunch of people like her, people who cry everytime they think about the number of people who had to actively hate them in order to vote the way they did? Will they be like Adore—angry and defiant, ready to defend their rights by any means necessary?

Will there be counter-protesters? Will there be violence? Her thoughts keep returning to Pulse, to that asshole with the stockpile of weapons they caught last year, and she grips Adore’s fingers tighter.

It turns out to be nothing like her fears. There are a couple of counter-protesters, for sure, the same ones who are always there at every pride, every Halloween, anytime anyone tries to have fun, and they’re corralled in a tiny area as usual, behind a heavy-duty barricade. She forgets all about them within minutes.

Plus, everyone is there. Bianca and Darienne even brought signs of their own: simple statements that make Courtney laugh because it’s so them. Bianca used the side of an Amazon box, painting a big red hand with the middle finger sticking up. Darienne’s is more elaborate, white decorated with hearts and rainbows, with colorful glittery letters spelling out: ‘If Hillary was president, we’d all be at brunch.’ Willam didn’t make a sign, but he looks incredible—decked out in drag, with a rainbow tinsel wig and skimpy outfit made of army fatigues. Courtney’s heart soars as the whole group of them heads towards the rally stage, practically skipping.

There are a bunch of great speakers, and as Courtney stands beside Adore listening to them, what strikes her most is the love that every one of them expresses. How every speech is about caring for one another, protecting one another, being a family. Standing in that crowd, hearing the cheers and applause, the laughter and defiance, the sheer energy of everyone around her, Courtney feels like she’s part of something truly special.

More than once, she has to wipe tears away with the back of her wrist. But unlike the tears she’s cried so many times in the last year, these aren’t tears of helpless fear or overwhelming sadness. These are tears of gratitude, for the beautiful, diverse crowd, the speakers, but mostly for her friends, who’ve shown up today because they care. And them caring, as simple as it is, feels like enough of a reason to have hope again.

When the march begins, she lifts up the picket sign they made last night: it’s pretty basic, given their limited artistic skills, just a black outline of a heart over a trans flag background. She and Adore agreed to share the responsibility of holding it up so their arms wouldn’t get tired.

“Pussies!” Bianca teases, playfully swatting her on the ass with her own sign, and all Courtney can do in response is grin.

The route they’re taking is longer than the parade, and one of the most surprising things to Courtney is how many people show their support along the way. Waving from windows, rooftops and stores, even along the sidewalk. She knows it’s not the most representative sample of America (hell, she already knew that, had been painfully aware of it since even before the election, but it’s still pretty fucking cool to see everyone calling out support, passing out water bottles, and working together to make this as exuberant as the parade would have been. It’s certainly not the party she’s used to, but it feels better, in some ways—more important.

Some people along the way actually join in, and maybe that’s the most thrilling thing of all. A young dark-haired man comes running down the steps of his building. He sees the sign in Courtney’s hands and gives her a shy smile, asking, “Mind if I join?”

“Sure!” Courtney says, noting the very small trans flag pin on the strap of his messenger bag.

“I wanted to come earlier, but I couldn’t convince my roommates and I was kind of freaked to go alone,” he admits.

“We’re really happy to have you here,” Courtney tells him, and the beaming smile he gives her in return makes her feel warm all over.

They scream themselves hoarse, chanting along with the crowd. By the time they reach the second rally in West Hollywood, Courtney’s voice is completely gone. (Podcasting this week will be a nightmare, but she doesn’t care.)

She wraps her hands around Adore’s arm and rests a head on her shoulder, only half paying attention to the speakers. Between standing around listening to so many speeches, the march, the relief of how beautiful the day has been, and the summer sun beating down on them, Courtney’s starting to feel rather sleepy.

She manages to get through it, though, and even be a pretty energetic host for their friends later (including their new friend, Kade, who they’ve all but adopted into the family). She’s standing in front of the grill, turning the Mexican street corn and veggie sausages when Adore comes up behind her, wrapping her arms around her.

“Hey babe…do you want some help?” Adore asks, pressing a kiss just behind her ear.

“Hmmm…I don’t know, do you think anyone wants their food burned?” Courtney asks, head tilted in mock befuddlement.

“Shut up!” Adore laughs, hugging her tighter.

Courtney giggles, relaxing into her embrace, sighing deeply.

“Pretty good day, huh?”

“A great day,” Courtney agrees, eyes closing as Adore’s mouth trails along her neck. Courtney breathes in deeply, enjoying the softness of her lips, holding off on turning around for as long as she can before spinning to face her, arms twining around her neck to pull her in for a long, searing kiss.

Adore wraps her arms tighter around Courtney’s waist, practically lifting her off the ground.

“Hey!” Bianca barks, interrupting with her usual perfect timing. “Can y’all please wait until we leave to fuck?”

“Chill out, B,” says Trinity. “Some of us like a show with our dinner.”

“Gonna have to agree with my angel here,” Kade giggles.

“Fucking gross,” Bianca grumbles, sitting down heavily in a lounge chair.

Courtney laughs and turns back to the grill, wielding her tongs like a weapon. Adore stays right where she is, arms around her, a cheek resting against her hair.

It’s a perfect moment, as Courtney looks around at all her friends, the people who’ve become her family here in LA. They drive her crazy sometimes, but she wouldn’t trade a single one of them.

Later, once everyone is gone, Courtney starts to clean up, gathering empty bowls and plates. She looks up to see that Adore is stretched out on a lounge chair, just grinning at her.

“You could help me, you know,” Courtney tells her, a hand on her hip, pretending to be annoyed, although her spirits are still too high to pull it off very convincingly.

“Mmm…I could,” Adore agrees. “Or, I could be a bad influence and tell you to leave it all for later.” She punctuates her statement with a charming grin, arms outstretched.

Courtney barely hesitates for two seconds before dropping everything and joining her, a smile pulling at her lips as she slides into the space beside her, tucked under her arm.

“What if the raccoons come back?” Courtney asks.

“So? Raccoons need to eat too.”

Courtney giggles, snuggling against her. Adore’s still in her protest clothes: cutoffs so worn that the denim has turned soft, and a black sleeveless top with ‘BORN IN THE U.S.A.’ emblazoned across the front. Courtney had changed once they got home, replacing her cargo pants with a light cotton sundress. Adore’s fingers find the hem, slipping underneath to trail up her thighs, and Courtney’s lashes flutter. It’s been a long, wonderful day, and once she’s truly relaxing, her limbs begin to feel heavy.

“You sleepy, babe?” Adore murmurs, lips trailing down her jaw.

“Mmhmm…”

“Too sleepy?” Adore asks, a familiar, sexy note in her voice that wakes Courtney right up, eyes wide as she grins, shaking her head. She is tired, but it doesn’t matter right now.

She reaches up languidly to play with Adore’s hair. Over the years, she’s gone through many color changes. At the moment, it’s a vibrant blue that makes her eyes look even more otherworldly-beautiful than usual. She tightens her hand into a fist, closing around the thick, silky strands, and bringing her face in close.

She can feel Adore’s hot breath on her face, sending a shiver through her before their lips meet. The night air is warm and fragrant, almost sticky with the fog rolling in, but that doesn’t stop Courtney from pulling Adore on top of her, from enjoying the weight of her pressing down.

“You’re so beautiful,” Courtney breathes into her mouth, and Adore lifts her head to gaze down at her, eyes soft and smiling. Her own eyes fall closed again as Adore’s mouth begins to travel down her neck, hands easing her dress up.

She arches up into her touch, hands buried in her hair as a tongue finds first one nipple, sucking it to a stiff point, then the other. She gasps with pleasure as Adore’s mouth continues down. By now, Courtney’s body is moving of its own accord, hips rolling, panties damp, whimpers getting caught in her throat.

Adore nibbles at her thighs, waiting until Courtney tugs impatiently at her hair before sliding her panties down her legs, spreading her thighs. A cool breeze blows, and Courtney shudders with pleasure, feeling it against every part of her wet pussy, now open and pulsing with anticipation, ready to be devoured. Adore blows gently, mimicking the breeze, watching her hips strain upwards. She brushes her lips every so gently against Courtney’s trembling skin, light as a whisper.

“Adore,” Courtney moans, hips jerking up once again, desperate for contact.

“Yes, my love?” Adore asks, voice feigning innocence, fingers trailing up and down her legs. Courtney lets out an indignant scoff and she laughs. “Wow, she’s impatient tonight.”

“Adore,” she repeats, this time even more pathetic, a whimpered plea.

Adore takes pity on her, pressing a hot, wet tongue up against her before swirling it in figure eights, around and around her clit.

“Oh, god,” Courtney moans. Between her utter exhaustion, the heady floral scent in the air, and Adore’s perfect, hot mouth, she finds herself falling apart quickly. She pinches at her own nipples to speed things along while Adore’s tongue works its magic.

“Baby, baby, baby…” Adore murmurs against her, as Courtney’s hips roll faster, grinding against her tongue.

Courtney moans again, a broken sound that their neighbors surely hear too—but whatever, it’s pride, after all, and in this moment, Courtney can’t bring herself to feel the slightest bit of shame or self-consciousness.

“Come on, baby,” Adore urges, now slipping a finger inside her, working her quickly while still sucking on her clit. “You got more in you, I know it.”

Courtney’s whole body shudders as the waves hit her, one after the other. She loses track of how many as she gasps for air, as her moans become whimpers. As Adore goes from biting and sucking to soft, warm kisses up her body.

She’s still gulping for oxygen when Adore’s lips meet hers once again, wrapping her into a protective embrace, stroking her back, slick with sweat. Courtney sighs against her, exhaling the entire contents of her lungs.

Adore chuckles softly, nuzzling her cheek. “Not how I thought today would end, but I couldn’t resist. Sorry.”

Courtney turns toward her with a grin. “I’m not complaining.”

Adore’s grin grows deeper, holding Courtney tighter.

“So, um…I’ve been thinking.”

“Uh oh,” Courtney teases, eyelids still heavy. “Hope you didn’t strain anything.”

“Shut up!” Adore laughs. “Do you want to know or not?”

“Yes please.” Courtney cuddles closer.

“So…I know things are pretty fucked here right now, and they’re probably gonna try and take away the few rights we have, but…uh, while we can, do you wanna like, get married?”

Courtney’s eyes pop open and she stares at Adore, mouth agape, to see if she’s serious. She’s met with a sheepish smile, eyes gazing down shyly. She certainly looks sincere, but even so, it’s hard for Courtney to believe.

“Do you mean it?”

“Well…I mean…it would be a really cool political statement, doncha think?” Adore asks, mouth twisting into a wry smirk.

“Hmm…well, yeah, now that you mention it...” Courtney bites her lip.

“Plus, you know…I love you so fucking much…”

“Me too,” Courtney says, throwing her arms around Adore’s shoulders and pulling her close.

“So like…is that a yes?” Adore asks, and Courtney takes her face in both of her hands to look straight into her clear blue eyes.

“It’s a fuck yes,” Courtney tells her, both of them grinning like idiots before going in for a long, deep kiss. It’s not as heated and passionate as they were mere minutes earlier, but somehow it’s even better now.

Courtney has always loved pride. She loves the parties, the color, the parades and the fun. She loves celebrating with a community, the reminder that they’re not alone. She loves being part of something bigger than herself, making an impact, pushing the world towards justice and equality. She loves being seen and heard, lending her voice and spirit to something that matters—and she especially loves that soon, she’ll be able to share all of it with her incredible wife.

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