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“A Heart’s Abduction”, Chapter 7 Now LIVE!

Summary: She was a normal girl. She had a normal life. Some might have even called it boring. That was until she was hit over the head and woke up dazed and confused on an alien spaceship. Now she’s the key to helping the Inu Youkai win an intergalactic war…whether she’s dead or alive.

Read on AO3 and FFN here, or below the cut (trying a new thing - don’t ind me):

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22068928/chapters/53642767

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13466505/7/A-Heart-s-Abduction

Chapter 7

Kagome ran her fingers through her damp hair and tried to get her jumbled thoughts in order.

Ok. Without making too many assumptions, she was kidnapped because she had the jewel in her. It wasn't because she was a liability, but because Inuyasha needed her. He needed the jewel, rather...but he didn't really want it. Getting it was his job and his burden, but nothing more.

So...that's why she's important to him...

And...if it were there, he really could have just taken it out of her and ended this already, but there seemed to be a complication with that. That's why his men wanted to kill her...because they didn't care if she lived or died. They just wanted the jewel...but he was doing everything he could to keep her alive.

At least now she knew why he was trying to take such good care of her...she just wasn't sure she believed it was there.

How would she have gotten a jewel in her?

She had never had any surgeries, other than having her wisdom teeth removed...so, it's not like someone could have just slipped that into her body.

It was a hard idea to wrap her head around.

Then again...here she was on a spaceship, so…

She leaned her head back against the door and closed her eyes.

It was possible this was all an excuse to just...take her. He liked her. She had no idea why, but his attraction to her was becoming more and more obvious.

It was a pretty damn elaborate story if that was why he did it, though. And why talk to all of these people about her and the jewel? It just felt like more effort than it was worth to trick her.

So...if she were to assume that Inuyasha was telling her the truth about the jewel...and she did have it in her...and he had no choice but to get it...then...then what?

She was fucked, right? She was just going to have to get cut up eventually to get this thing out of her?

She needed some fucking alcohol and to sort out her thoughts.

Maybe some ice cream, too. Why the hell not, right?

She stood back up and left the bathroom, drawing his attention to her. She watched his eyes widen when he saw her.

"I'm done, if you'd like to use it now," she told him, swinging her long black hair over her shoulder and pulling it all to one side and exposing the part of her neck with her birthmark. She felt his eyes instantly find it, and she tried to not let the intensity of his gaze bother her as he stared at her mark.

"No," he whispered, his eyes continuing to follow her every movement. She shrugged at his answer.

"What were you up to while I was getting cleaned up?" she asked him as she got her favorite white wine and ice cream from the sozo box.

"Catching up with a friend," he replied, still watching her. She walked to the couch and sat down, placing her wine on the floor as she tucked her legs up next to herself.

"How is your friend?"

"He...What?" Inuyasha asked with a hard blink.

"Your friend," she smiled softly. "How are they?"

"He's...fine. He had an emergency surgery that he had to perform today."

"How did it go?" she asked, digging into her ice cream.

"It went well. Is...what you're wearing...is that a common outfit on Earth?" he asked breathlessly, his tone surprising her.

"This?" she replied, her brows raising as she watched him swallow hard.

"Yes. You look very nice," he shyly complimented her. "It's very different from what we found you in."

"Thank you," she replied softly, glancing down at her ice cream and scraping a bit off of the top. "Yes, it's common...and yes, it is very different. I was wearing a birthday present from my mother when you found me. Women wear this to be comfortable...mostly around their houses."

"Really?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "That's just for comfort?"

"Yeah," she shrugged. "I mean, I've worn stuff like this out in public before...but like I said, I mostly wear it around the house."

His eyes widened again at the mention of her wearing her outfit out in public before he closed them and shook his head, clenching his teeth so hard that she could see his jaw twitch.

"What's that look about?" she asked, raising her brow.

"Nothing," he quickly replied, looking away for a moment to compose himself again. "Do your people have lots of clothing options on Earth?" She nodded her head before attempting to explain the different types of clothing women wore and when and why. All throughout her explanation, he watched her and listened to her with rapt attention.

When she finally finished, she asked him why he was so interested. He explained that clothing wasn't used in the same way or to express themselves in his world. It was used as a way to quickly and easily identify a person's rank and position and importance.

"That doesn't sound fun," she commented off handedly before pressing her lips into a thin line and tilting her head to the side, and he shrugged.

"It's fine. It's what I'm used to. I know it's different on other planets."

"Do you want to try on some men's clothes from where I'm from? Since you're so curious about Earth and all..."

"Really?"

"Well...we don't have to—"

"—No! I would," he hastily confirmed. "That sounds like fun."

"Ok," she smiled, standing from the couch and putting her empty bowl of ice cream on the table. She picked up her glass of wine and walked over to the sozo box to ask it for a red t-shirt and a simple pair of black sweatpants. "Put these on," she instructed when they appeared. "Men wear this to be comfortable and to sleep in," she explained. He took the small pile of clothes, unfolding them slowly and examining them.

"This looks easy enough," he muttered as he began undoing his vest, and she turned around with a squeak when he took it off.

She was not expecting him to do that.

"Kagome? Did I do something wrong?"

"No! It's fine...I think it's just a cultural difference. We normally don't get undressed in front of other people. Unless we have a reason to."

"Is trying this stuff on not a reason to?"

"Not with these clothes," she replied. She heard something fall to the floor, and his beads gently tapped together as he continued to change.

"What if I needed your help?" he asked, and she thought she heard a smile in his voice.

"Then you could ask me."

"So...isn't it just easier for me to do it here?" he asked as he touched her shoulder, signaling for her to turn around.

He had done just fine on his own and he was moving and flexing his arms, testing out the fabric and his mobility.

"I suppose, if you don't mind me seeing you change."

"I don't," he shrugged dismissively. "What do you think? Do I look like someone on Earth now?" he asked excitedly. "It's very soft and easy to move in," he remarked, bending down into a squat and kicking his leg out to the side. "Everything feels so loose - it's not restrictive at all!"

"Good," she giggled. "I'm glad you like it. It looks nice on you," she complimented, and he smiled back up at her.

"Thank you for sharing this with me, Kagome," he beamed, and she blushed at the look of joy and childlike wonder on his face.

"You're welcome."

"Would you share more with me?"

"How about tomorrow?" she asked, placing her wine glass down and leaning against the edge of the table. "I'm feeling a little drained and I think I might go to sleep."

"Tomorrow, then," he agreed. "Do you want or need anything before you go?"

"No...I'm alright," she reassured him. "Good night, Inuyasha."

"Good night, Kagome," he repeated softly in English with a thick accent.

...........................................................................................................

"Kagome?"

"Ungh…"

"Kagome, wake up..."

"No…" she groaned, pushing away the hand gently touching her shoulder. "It's late. I'm tired. Go away…"

"Ok...I just think you might really want to see this," Inuyasha whispered, and she rolled over to glare at him in the dark room.

"See what?" she demanded, annoyance seeping into her words as he offered her a hand.

"Come with me?" he beckoned nervously as she scowled.

"Fine," she bit out, taking his hand. He gently pulled her up from his bed and led her out into the main room by the couch.

"Look," he grinned, positioning her in front of the windows.

"What am I looking at?" she groused as he placed his hand next to the button to defog them.

"This," he grinned, pushing the button. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Is that…?"

"A planet?"

She nodded her head, covering her mouth with her hands as red light flooded his small room. A large, red mass covered the entirety of the windows so that all she could see was the glowing red atmosphere and the hazy, beautiful mountains and craters of the craggy surface.

"It's the one closest to Earth," he confirmed, and she brought her hand to the window to trace the large, circular craters with her index finger through the clear material. "I told the captain to shift our course just a little so that we could pass it. I thought you might like to see it. What do you call it?"

"Mars," she whispered, and he tried the word. "It's beautiful," she whispered, completely transfixed. "I can't believe...do you know how many people on my planet have been able to see Mars this close before? I...Inuyasha…" she breathed, pressing her hand flat against the window. "This is incredible...so beautiful…"

"I agree," he breathed, and she turned to look at him. His eyes were full of warmth and happiness, and they were so soft and caring.

"I don't know what to say...Inuyasha, thank you. This is amazing."

He hesitantly moved his arm and gently took her hand, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb.

"You're welcome."

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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 28 full draft

Researching “twin baby bump 13 weeks large” was what it look for Lance to accept that was ok for his stomach to be so big. He couldn’t fit his own shirts anymore. Keith’s were tight, with half his belly poking out the bottom. He looked more 15 or even 16 weeks along, then again, no two bumps were the same and it appeared he was pushing the larger size of 13 weeks. His feet were completely lost under his stomach, so was his groin when he started down. It was all stretch marked belly . Dressing in the larger jackets that belonged to Keith’s father, didn’t particularly flatter his figure, nor did it hide that something was obvious up with his stomach. He couldn’t close most of them. He was ashamed of himself. He’d lashed out and broken the mirror in the bathroom. He had to tell his papi. He had to tell him because his clothes didn’t hide the belly and they were due to pick up Marco that afternoon. He’d already loaded the ship with their packing, with the help of Kosmo, and naturally while Keith was sleeping. Keith and his crutches weren’t talking. His husband insisting he had no need for them, and that there wasn’t enough space in the shack for crutches. Lance was certain he’d proved that wrong, yet pushing Keith only led to Keith’s anger flaring up. His husband had stormed out the shack and hurled them out into the desert. When Lance had fetched them back, Keith had thrown them out again and told him to mind his own business. Lance had slept on the sofa, feigning it was for the sake of his knee. Yet, when Keith came creeping into the living room, he couldn’t deny the simmering arousal in his blood, his husband thoroughly drilling him on the sofa. It was hard, fast and dirty. Everything his libido needed... and everything he’d needed to get a solid 5 hours sleep. Then he was up and packing, Keith having returned to the bedroom while he’d slept. If he asked his husband, Keith would have said he didn’t wish to disturb him... Lance’s anxieties interpreting differently. His head wouldn’t have been so messed up if Keith had questioned his sleeping on the sofa. But no. His normally octopussy husband merely nodded. He didn’t offer to find him a blanket, or maybe sure he had the ice pack for his knee before he tried to go to sleep. Lance knew he’d been in a mood for days. He knew and he’d tried his fucking hardest not to be... He also knew he couldn’t have Keith walking into a full house when they reached Cuba. The slightest thing could lead to him snapping. Calling his Mami, his mother wanted to fuss, but stopped when she noticed the look on his face. He loved her so much. He loved her and he was fucking scared that telling his papi would ruin their marriage. Bursting into tears, he hated crying, yet it’d all been bottled up for too long again as he tried to cope with Keith’s moods. Sitting beside his father, his mother softly explained the situation. Lance couldn’t. He choked on the words, then clamped a hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t throw up. In soft and rapid Spanish, his papi questioned his mother. The colour had drained from his face. Lance swaying in his seat,He’d known it. He’d known he would be disgusted. It wasn’t normal and it wasn’t right. Lance had no idea he was saying as much out loud. Though muffled by his hand, he forgot the urge to vomit as he moved his hand to wipe his face, apologising profusely to his father and begging him not to hate him. He loved his papi. He loved the way he took things in his stride. His papi always moved on. If he didn’t understand, he didn’t spend hours fixating on the issue. He was happy with his lot in like and the knowledge that came with it. He held no desires to fly through space, even on vacation. Cuba was his home and that was the source of his pride. That and his four other children that hadn’t failed him like Lance had. His papi never said as much. He hadn’t said much over his drinking or pill popping, but this... he’d hurt him. He knew he’d hurt him. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t spend another second looking at his father's face, waiting to be addressed by the man. So, he cut the call. His comms going flying across the room as his right hand moved to deeply scratch up his left arm with his short nails. The skin beneath pealed with ease. Blood rushing to well in the dips his nails made. In the next second his anger had passed. The unhealthy grounding technique something he should have grown out of by now. It was the same compulsion he felt over the sounds of people eating, and the same compulsion he’d fell into when he’d died and come back wrong. He wanted to hurt. He was the who deserved the pain. From across the room, his comms started to ring again. It’d be Mami. He couldn’t face her. He couldn’t face her and he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to go back to Cuba. He wanted to run. He wanted to spend some true alone time to calm himself because frankly he was exhausted from stinking up the shack with his scent, then having to find whatever sprays he could to lessen the scent so it wouldn’t set Keith’s anxieties and instincts off... yet if he left the shack and Keith found out, he’d flip... He’d be mad for making him worry. Especially when Keith knew how fatigued he’d be... No... no... he was going to have to nap on the sofa and be content with that. * Limping into the living area, Keith sighed softly at the sight of Lance buried in the mountain of blankets on the sofa. His husband had said it was better for his knee, and Keith had let him have the lie. He wished he hadn’t. The bed was far too big without Lance’s warm body snuggled into his, but something seemed to have happened the day he been forced to hospital that left his husband... fearful? was that the right word? Of him. Yes, Keith was agitated and embarrassed over his stupid foot being infected. And he may have been a little douchy over his crutches, but he didn’t know what he’d done wrong otherwise. Normally Lance found comfort in his presence. His husband would seek out the comfort of hiding his face against his neck when everything was too much, but more than once he’d pasted on a pained smile and brushed him off. Last night he’d climbing onto the sofa and hoped to kiss away Lance’s pain, only, when the moment passed and they entangled in each other, Lance had started crying in his sleep, begging not to be touched in Spanish. His heart was racing, his breathing uneven, until Keith eased off. Sitting on the edge of the coffee table, Keith watched Lance sleep. His husband had been crying again. Lance thought he was clever bringing out the cleaning sprays, but all the did was irritate Keith’s nose, and upset that Lance wouldn’t confide in him over what was wrong. If it was his now very prominent stomach, that wasn’t something he could help with, but he could reassure him that he was loved for him and every part of him, not simply his beautiful body... Across the room came a chiming. They’re comms were both supposed to be off. Everyone important knew they needed this time alone, so it didn’t make sense to him that Lance’s comms would be on. The clock on the wall read it was pushing on for 12pm, they weren’t due in Cuba until much later. Given how nervous Lance was, he expected that his husband would be calling Miriam only minutes before they landed. Pushing himself up off the table, Keith cringed as he placed his whole weight down on his busted foot. He’d been given the all clear on Daibazaal. The fact that there had still been debris in there was ridiculous to him. Being the idiot he was, he was also using the same boots he’d worn on the mission. It hadn’t occurred to him that debris may still be trapped in the soul of his boot after they’d been cleaned thoroughly. Cursing, he limp-strode over to grab the ringing comms up. Miriam’s name pulsing on the electronic screen. Thumbing across to accept the video call, Keith would have been lying if he didn’t admit he felt sick over taking it. Lance was sleeping just a few feet away “Oh, Keith! Oh thank goodness, I’ve been trying to get through for over an hour now” “Hi, Mami. Is something wrong?” “I’m the one who should be asking you. Lance called us earlier, quite hysterical. The silly boy has convinced himself that his father is disgusted over his pregnancy” Keith frowned... So Jorge knew now? Why hadn’t Lance waited so they could tell him together? There was simply no way to disguise Lance’s pregnancy any more, but he thought they’d at least be telling people together... It stung that Lance hadn’t trusted him to be by him for support “That doesn’t sound like Jorge at all...” “You have no idea how relieving it is to hear you say that. You know this pregnancy has come as a shock to both of us. More so Jorge... though I wouldn’t be lying if I said I didn’t believe it until the ultrasound. He cut the call quite abruptly and refused to pick up. Is he there? Jorge has been quite upset over the things Lance said. He wanted to tell him before he saw him... He was certain that his father would hate him for not being his son anymore” Oh. Oh... “He’s sleeping at the moment. He’s... he hasn’t had a good past few days. He’s shutting me out and insisting on pushing himself too far without listening” “I had been wondering if you were still there. He said he’d packed the ship already, which we both know he shouldn’t be doing, not with that knee of his. Then again, he was so distraught he most probably wasn’t sure what he was saying. He said you were angry with him? We both know how he gets, so I wouldn’t put much stock in it. But it is hard being pregnant. I was quite lucky, but poor Lisa had a hard time. Her morning sickness lasted the entirety of his pregnancy with Sylvio. Lance is 13 weeks, isn’t he?” “Yeah. I did the maths for him the other day. He’s gotten to the stage where it’s noticeable and he’s not taking it well” “Silly boy always was obsessed with looking his best. The amount of hours he spent dancing... Does he have clothes? I think I may have some things Lisa has left here...” Which were probably florally and flowy “He’s got plenty of clothes now... we even picked up a few things for the twins” “Ah! So you’ve made a decision where you intend to raise them?” “Mostly. Lance wants to raise them at the outpost so we can have some quality bonding time with them, and he can recover before the wedding” “He’s going to be sore for some time, even with a caesarean, and caesareans do carry risks of their own” “Krolia gave me way too much of the talk...” Miriam laughed heartily “Don’t tell Lance, but she already knows. Though I expect that you’ve talked with her about it” Hold on. What? Since when did his mother know? Had Lance told her? Krolia was his mother... So... just because Lance was the one carrying, he didn’t get the chance to tell anyone? How was that fair? “From your expression I see now neither of you had told her. It’s strange, she knew when she came looking for you after you dropped by to visit Lance. Perhaps given Lance condition when you returned, she was notified? I was by his side the whole time, and other to explain that Allura had changed his body, he didn’t particularly wish to talk about it. Still, if Krolia hasn’t said anything, she must be waiting for you to tell her in your own time. Ignore your rambling Mami, mijo. We tend to get overly excited when it comes to our grandchildren” Lance hadn’t told her... Then what? The change in his scent? Why wouldn’t his mother have told him that she knew? Maybe she thought Lance didn’t know? Still, he needed a firm answer “So he didn’t tell her?” “No. I don’t believe so. He didn’t have the chance. She was busy by your side and he was left quite alone. I know on Altea they were concerned over the toxins affect on the twins. Lance didn’t exactly make things easy. He refused all his pain medication, getting quite aggressive over it really. I know he blames himself deeply over what happened, but he also nearly lost the twins... yet, he was more concerned over Krolia throwing him off Daibazaal for getting you hurt. Dear me, I’m still prattling on. He’ll be mad if he knew how much I’ve said. But you understand don’t you? I fear he wouldn’t say any of this, and you’d be left confused. He’s a stubborn mule, my son, but we do love him. And we do love you. I’m going to talk to Jorge, he’s not mad at you, so there’s no need to fear coming this afternoon. We’ll see you then” Miriam ended the call not letting him say anything else to his mother-in-law. He’d known all of that, except for Krolia knowing and Lance nearly losing the twins. He hadn’t said that. Then again, he’d been so deep in his depression that it was entirely possible that his mind hadn’t been able to process it and blanked it out. Coran would be good to ask, but that risked Lance overhearing and taking it all the wrong way... He’d already upset his husband without meaning too. Lance had probably thought it all his fault and was attempting to spare him any fury on Jorge’s behalf. But they were a team. They were supposed to face these kind of things together. That’s what he wanted. That’s what he’d sworn in his vows. An equal partnership. Two halves the same idiot... And he’d certainly been acting like an idiot for Lance to be so sure he was mad at him. Then again, he’d definitely been an idiot to think that a week relaxing alone would heal the trauma of their mission. Sex the previous night had probably made things a hundred times worse without him knowing. He’d really fucked up. Looking for things he could do to help Lance, or to try and show that he was trying, he found there wasn’t much of anything left to do around the shack. Lance had packed their things, and given the house a quick clean through. He couldn’t make his husband anything to eat, as Lance had taken it upon himself to do everything. All he wanted to do was make his husband smile. So why was he doing everything wrong? Padding up to him, Kosmo head butted his leg. Their fur son hadn’t been happy that Lance was sleeping somewhere he couldn’t curl up with him. Scratching the top of Kosmo’s head, Keith squatted down to talk to him “I’ve fucked things up, haven’t I? All I want to do is take care of him, but instead I’ve been an arsehole to him. Maybe I should do a run into town? Pick him up some flowers? Do you think he’d like that? Maybe some chocolates?” Kosmo licked at his face, his whole body wagging as his tail went a million miles a minute “Alright. Alright. You stay here, and protect him. I’ll be here soon... Better grab those quiznakking crutches or I’ll make him cry again... it’s not like I really need them though... they’re more trouble than they’re worth...” Looking down and realising he wasn’t dressed for town, Keith sighed “... better get changed too” Keith was a mess as he held his patience. Since when were flowers so quiznakking expensive? And since when were there so many types? Red Roses were the ones that were supposed to be romantic, so why was he adding something called “Baby’s Breath”? And why did the woman serving want to know who they were for? Couldn’t a man simply go around buying flowers without the third degree? And what kind of person just asks if “someone's in the dog house”? It should be a simple transaction. He goes into the florist, he gets the roses, he pays, he leaves, and he doesn’t think of them again. He wasn’t meant to be questioned nonstop and forced into small talk to awkward he might as well have been talking to Zarkon. Wandering away from the florist annoyed, he found himself drifting into a jewellery store, not intentionally. His mind was still trying to put Lance at the forefront, despite his anger. Lance liked shiny things, so his feet had led him inside before his mind caught up. Figuring he was already in the store, that he might as well have a look around for something suitable for his husband, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do now. He and Lance had their “wedding rings”. They weren’t exactly rings, but they meant the world to Lance... maybe a new chain for them would be good? Turning around, he found himself face to face with a store attendant. He got that it was their job. He got that he probably looked confused as hell, but he wasn’t ready for another conversation so soon. Blurting out “necklace”, the man raised an eyebrow, causing Keith’s cheeks to feel warm. He was nearly 27. He should be able to articulate a sentence or two by now. Clearing his throat, his voice was still an octave too high as he asked to see necklace chains. If the florist had been bad, the jewellery store had been worst. Pulling his dented “wedding ring” from his pony tail, the man looked at it as if touching the item would give him the plague. Sure, it was a little grimy, and a lot busted up, but it was clearly still a solid gold hair clip of alien nature. Thankfully, maybe for the first time since their return to Earth, he was recognised as the former Black Paladin, the unhelpful man ushered along by his boss who was much nicer, though if not mouthier. Taking the hair clip off to be cleaned, Keith soon wore an expression as if he was constipated, wanting to choose wisely. Lance would most probably find all of the yellow gold chains in front of him beautiful, yet none were as beautiful as his husband. Then there was also the issue of would a thinner chain be better, or a larger. He wasn’t sure if Lance had been collared around the neck, so didn’t want to pick a thick chain that might remind him of it. Choosing a chain the first time around had been so much easier... and maybe because it’d been easier, that meant choosing a new chain was the wrong idea? But what else could he gift him? Moving from necklaces to bracelets, he found charm bracelets. Lance most probably wouldn’t wear one, but they were so cheesy that his husband would melt... Half a varga later, Keith was walking out with a new chain for Lance’s wedding ring, that matched the chain his was now on around his neck. He’d been warned he was more likely to lose it should he continue wearing it as a hair clip with the spring damaged. At that point he would have pretty much agreed to any sales pitch if it meant getting out of there. He wasn’t good at this “gift” thing. Practical he could do. Clothes. Blankets. Food. Weapons. Romantic, he could not. They’d recommended having the hair clip repaired, but Keith wasn’t prepared to leave it behind. He didn’t know when he’d be swinging back by Earth again, nor did he trust Pidge not to lose it if he asked her to collect it. And, once again, it was something that Lance would misinterpret thanks to his anxieties. He really hated those anxieties. He hated that Lance no longer believed in himself. That he was falling back into his old fear of how everyone around them perceived him. His foot wasn’t supposed to be a mess. It’d ruined his plans to take Lance for a fly simply because they could. He’d been thinking maybe the beach, or some corner of planet where no one else was for miles around, yet Lance preferred the solitude of the shack, so Keith hadn’t mentioned it. With how things had played it, it was for the best, he couldn’t disappoint Lance by not keeping promises if he didn’t make them to begin with. * Keith didn’t remember that Lance had wanted to go food shopping for the outpost until he was half way back to the shack. Maybe if he’d actually used his brain, and talked to his damn husband, then he wouldn’t have been so lost when it came to shopping. Piloting his ship a few metres above the reddy-brown desert, he permitted himself the small pleasure of bobbing and weaving as he followed the contours of the Earth. Lance would have called him a child. A child who was having fun, the stupid piloting lifting his mood as he neared the shack. The lifted mood that fell before he even landed. Landing his ship, Keith was out and running. His foot forgotten, as were his crutches which he’d left in the storage bag the whole trip. “Walking” barefoot through the desert, Lance was a good fifty metres away from the shack. His hand in Kosmo’s mouth as he swayed and staggered. Catching up to his husband, Kosmo released his hand, his eyes wide as if confused and scared. Lance’s eyes were open, yet blank, and wave of his hand in front of his husband went completely unnoticed. Wrapping his arm around his husband, Keith turned Lance back towards the shack, Lance’s knee dipping and his husband going limp unexpectedly. Yipping and teleporting around them, before pawing at Lance’s leg, Kosmo was worrying for his father. Placing his hand on his wolf’s head, Kosmo stopped pawing as he looked up at him “Kosmo, home” Laying Lance back down on the sofa, his husband didn’t stir. His eyes now closed, and not creepily seeing nothing. Lance didn’t look well. His lips were chapped and deep bags hung under his eyes. He knew his husband was in constant pain from his knee, but he didn’t bitch and whine about it... not like he had with his foot. Why was he so bad at this? Lance was the love of his life. Leaning in to kiss his husband, Lance woke like some kind of Cinderella, or was it Sleeping Beauty? His eyes wide with surprise “Keith?” “In the flesh” Brushing Lance’s hair back he tucked a few stray ends behind his husband’s ear “What time is it?” “I don’t know. How do you feel? You were... pretty active in your sleep” “I’m ok... no idea what I was dreaming about. I’m sorry if I woke you” “Stop doing that” Lance flinched, Keith supposing he could have worded that better “I’m sorry” “Stop being sorry. You’ve done nothing wrong” Getting teary, Lance smiled at him as he reached up to wrap his arms around him “Shhh. Hey, what’s wrong?” “I’ve been an arsehole to you and I didn’t mean to be. I didn’t even realise...” “You’re not an...” “I am. I am. I talked to Mami, Lance” Lance stiffened, his gaze moving from Keith’s face “She said you called. To tell papi about your pregnancy... You shouldn’t have had to do this alone. And I made you feel like you had to” “You’ve been recovering” “I’m not the only one. I shouldn’t have taken out my frustrations on you. You’re not to blame for this. Whoever said my foot was fine is. You have done nothing wrong. And I’m sorry I was such an angry bastard. All I want to do is take care of you. It’s my job as your husband” Lance perked up for a moment before deflating again. Closing his eyes, he laid back down, trying to turn away from him “Babe?” “It’s ok” “It’s not ok. I said something wrong again. It’s what upset you before, isn’t it?” “It’s ok, Keith. I’m tired. That’s all” “Babe. I know you think not telling me is better, but when you don’t tell me I keep making mistakes and hurting you. I want you to be able to talk to me” “It’s nothing” “It’s not nothing if it’s upsetting you” Half rolling back, Lance mumbled “I don’t want to be your job. I don’t want to be anyone’s job” “Oh babe... No. Not like that. You’re not a job, like that” “I know I’m hard work... but when you say I’m... it’s your job. Then I say that I want to take care of you, you get cranky. I want to be idiot husband’s together” “That’s what I want too. But I also want you to rest. I know your knees bothering you, and that you got used to being invincible, but it’s ok to rest. You’re allowed to laze around the shack with me” “Your foot...” “Is no reason for being a dick to you. And I’m sorry I didn’t realise you didn’t want to have sex. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tell me” “It’s not that... I mean... I’m kind of horny all the time... and I know if I said something you’d stop. I’m not coping, and papi thinks I’m disgusting” “I promise you he doesn’t. Mami called to say that he wasn’t. He was in shock, and he’s upset that you think he is. I should probably tell you that Krolia knows. I didn’t tell her, Mami gave me the heads up” “I didn’t tell her...” “Mami said as much. She said it might have been in your medical chart. Krolia hasn’t mentioned it to me” “We were supposed to tell her together. I wanted you to have that, and because of me it was taken away” “It wasn’t taken away from me. We haven’t told her formally. And we can still tell her, together. Is telling people what upset you earlier? Is that why you called Mami and Jorge?” “I can’t hide it anymore and now we have no choice but to admit that we’ve been lying to everyone. I feel like it’s another thing they’re going to make a big deal out of. Men aren’t supposed to be pregnant. I’m so quiznakking big now... I wanted to be able to tell everyone when the time was right for us. I wanted to do that with you” “If anyone has a problem with it, then they’re not worth our time. As long as you’re happy and healthy, that’s all I care about. We’re the ones who are married. You’re not a job” “They’re going to talk about us. About you. About the kind of person who’d date a thing like me” “You are not a thing. You’re my husband. My husband that I love. I want you to tell me things without having to worry about what I think. I don’t want you working yourself to the point of exhaustion like this” “I wanted to make things as easy as possible for you. I know your foot...” “Is nowhere near as bad as your knee. Is your brace on?” “It was rubbing. It’s on the ship with the shopping” “You’re going to need to put it on if we’re going food shopping before picking up Marco” Lance blinked several times, his long eyelashes were wet together from his tears “I can’t go into public looking like this” “Why not?” “Because people will stare” “And I’ll stab them if they do. You have absolutely every right to live your life” “I’m fat...” “You’re not fat” “But it’s weird!” “Babe, it’s not weird. If you’re so afraid, then lean over while pushing the trolley. I’ll grab whatever we need” “We can’t... Your...” Silencing Lance with a kiss, Keith wished he’d get it already. Yes. His foot was annoying, but take a hundred days of being annoyed if it made Lance happy “Then I’ll lean on a trolley too. We can have a limped trolley race. You said you needed to do shopping for the outpost. We don’t have to go to town near the garrison. We can go anywhere in the world you want. Just stop leaving me behind you” “I don’t mean to... I just want to add to your stress” “You not talking to me is what makes me stressed” “You haven’t been very nice to talk to lately” The verbal jab hit its bullseye. As deserved as it was, it stung like quiznak “I’m sorry. Can I get you anything? I know it’s already past lunch” “I’m not hungry. Have you eaten? You need to have you medication when you eat” Keith scowled. Lance needed to be eating. No wonder he looked so sickly. Kissing his husband again, Lance sighed into the kiss. As his husband, Keith was sure he was entitled to be annoying with his worry “Stop worrying about me. I’m worrying about you” “I don’t have much of an appetite. I’m kinda sleepy” “If you’re that sleepy, we should go head off now. We can do shopping, pick Marco up, then crash once we get to the outpost?” Lance tensed. His husband being stubborn again “I don’t know what to say to papi...” “I’m sure when you see him, you’ll much better. You’ll see that you got it wrong. Mami tried calling you a few times so you could speak to him. I’ll be with you” “I feel like seeing it is only going to make him feel worse” “Then it’s his loss, because I think this is all pretty amazing. You’re pretty amazing. We’ll play it by ear, and if it gets too much, we’ll grab Marco and leave. It was hard for Mami at first, but she’s excited for us. I’m sure he will be too” “I’ve let him down so many times” “He’s proud of you, babe. I’m proud of you. How about you take a shower while I heat us up some lunch? You probably feel so crappy because you’re hungry” “Maybe... I really want to go back to sleep again. I’m sorry. I’m just so tired...” “I know. A few more hours and you’ll be able to sleep all you like” Lance wasn’t wrong about being tired. He’d fallen back to sleep while Keith raided the fridge for something simple. Then he was more asleep than awake as he tried to sit up for lunch. His husband clumsy as he tried to heat the garlic, cheese and ham pinwheels Lance had baked sometime over the last few days. Keith didn’t remember seeing them in the fridge before. The Cuban’s beautiful blue eyes continually drooping, and every few seconds he’d jolt upright before slumping again. Moving from where he’d been sitting on the coffee table holding the plate, Keith sat besides his husband, tearing the bread apart and slowly feeding it to him. Lance unfortunately not able to keep it down. Both of them were surprised when Lance threw up down his front. His exhausted husband whimpering as he tried to move his hands to “clean” the mess, before giving up with a frustrated huff. Unsurprisingly, Keith’s appetite went out the window. * Lance fell asleep on the way to the public warehouse, he tried his hardest to rouse and get it together once there. Keith had found a cash and carry food wholesaler, figuring it’d be easier than trying to guide two overflowing trolleys around a supermarket when Lance wasn’t fit to drive. Too sleepy to be confused, Keith sat his husband in the corner of the reception like area. Signage stated that all visitors needed to check in, and a bag search would be conducted upon leaving. This wasn’t exactly a scene he was used to, but it felt more “space mall” to him than a supermarket did, and that managed to settle his nerves more than he’d expected. Behind the counter was an alien of a species he didn’t recognise... Thanks to Pidge’s education, the first thing that came to mind was “furry”. She looked like a Fennec fox, her smile as wide as her claws long “First time here?” Keith gave a nervous laugh. Her voice was so much deeper than what he’d expected... maybe she wasn’t a she? “That obvious?” “A tad. I need to see some sign of valid ID, then you’ll need to sign in here” A paper sign in sheet seemed a little dated. Fumbling his wallet, he pulled out his Garrison ID. The fox simply raised its brow at him, seemingly not impressed by his Paladin status. Jotting down his ID number, they sled the paper back to him “Name. Affiliation. Date. Time” “Affiliation?” “Public or Private Consumer. If private, your business name” “Ah...” Did Lance’s outpost have a name? He was sure it had to... Lance would have talked his ear off about it if there was... Starting to fill in the form, the name “cantina” seemed familiar, so he went with that “La Cantina”. It didn’t really matter. They’d track him down if something was wrong. Sliding the form back, the fox smiled again “Awesome. Alright then. Now, this tablet has our full range. You go through the list, select what you want in your order. Then when you go through, the tablet will guide you to your selection. Or, for an additional charge, one of our workers will fill your order for you. It may take a little longer. We have four orders being filled at the moment” Keith looked over his shoulder to where Lance was now sleeping in the corner he’d left him in “We’ve just come back from a long mission and picking up supplies before leaving again. We don’t mind waiting” “Very well. When you’ve made your selection bring the holopad back up to me, and we’ll calculate costs” “Thank you very much” Sitting in the seat next to Lance, Keith roused his husband. Lance blinking at him before yawning widely “Where are we?” “Public goods warehouse. I need to know what you need at the outpost” Groaning and shaking his hands, Lance then nodded at him “You better hold it. I’ll just poke at things. And take my comms to pay. It’s for work so it goes on the business account. Don’t wanna piss off the intergalactic tax collectors” Lance’s outpost was shady as hell. Keith doubted anyone would pick a fight with his husband over how he ran his business. Tapping on the holopad screen, Keith was forced to enter a name for their order... Wanting to make Lance laugh, he entered “A couple of idiots”. The next screen seemed to be basic statistical data that took a few minutes to finish, before finally getting into the product list. Switching the view from categories to alphabetical order, the top title of (displaying 1 to 10,000 items) was somewhat daunting. The place didn’t look big enough to house that many things, yet... apparently it did. Holding the holopad, Lance did the hard work of selecting the things he wanted out there. Keith felt he was over shopping until Lance mumbled something about Th’al wanting a few things too. Spending over an hour perfecting his order, Keith noticed the way Lance took into account his team’s preferences. Medical and herbal supplies for Daehra. Lamb meat products because Lucteal preferred that to beef. Boxes of tech parts that Keith wasn’t sure over, yet Lance knew Zak would like. Spice, herbs, and kitchen knives for Tobias to support his culinary dreams. Boxes of chocolates, body washes and scrubs for the house maid staff. New bedding, blankets and toiletries so Marco wouldn’t feel so out of place with familiar objects around him. Extra treats and marrow bones for Kosmo. Keith was sure he heard Krolia, Curtis, and Shiro both mentioned in Lance’s ramblings. No one would fault his husband for thinking of himself, or being too tired to think at all, yet Lance had so much love for everyone he couldn’t help but think of them. It was a shame that Lance’s circle of trust no longer included Hunk and Pidge, yet some day it might again... He’d made leaps and bounds from where he’d been. Letting Lance doze, Keith took the holopad and his husband’s work comms up to the counter. The fox smiling at him as he passed over their order “Big order” “Yep” Tapping on the screen, behind her a printer whirled into life. A long thin list emerging as their order was printed. Waiting a solid 3 three minutes, the print out was at least as long as Keith was tall. Folding the paper over she placed it down in front of him, circling the balance. No wonder she was grinning. At over 400,00 GAC, Lance had definitely over shopped. Plus that was discounted being a warehouse and all “Excellent. Now, GAC, USD, or funds transfer?” “Funds transfer” “GAC or USD?” “GAC” Holding Lance’s comms near the payment device, it lit up green as the transfer went through. Despite trying to keep a neutral expression, the foxes eyes lit up as they shifted their weight “Now. It’ll take about an hour and a half to fill an order this big. Two orders have been cleared... soooo that means... yep we have three free staff. Would you like to wait here, or on board your ship?” “On ship” On his ship Lance would be able to sleep properly. His husband wouldn’t have to worry about disturbing everyone if he had a nightmare there, and Kosmo would keep a close eye on him “Excellent. We’ll bring out the hover trolleys when they’re loaded” Waking Lance back up, his husband reached for him adorably. With both sets of crutches still onboard the ship, his husband was leaning heavily against him as he guided Lance from the warehouse. With how sleepy he was, he hadn’t been cruel enough to make Lance walk all the way up to the cockpit where his presents still awaited him. Sitting him down against the back wall of the loading dock, Kosmo was there in an instant to lick at Lance’s face and yip with happiness over being back with his favourite human. Swatting and laughing, Lance wrapped his arms around Kosmo. His happiness so pure that Keith felt a prang of jealousy, until Kosmo suddenly teleported, wolf-napping his husband as he did. Forced to track down Lance and Kosmo, the sight awaiting him was adorable. Lance was throwing up, so that part of things wasn’t adorable, but Kosmo was trying to support him the best he could. Sitting back on his hind legs, Kosmo had his front paws on the toilet, mimicking Lance as he stared down into the toilet bowl. Knowing it was slightly a dick move, Keith opened the camera on his comms and snapped a photo of the pair of them. One day Lance would look back on it and laugh. Today, however, he sent it through to Shiro. He’d held off calling his brother to brag about Lance’s baby bump. Yet with how Lance was kneeling the soft curve was very much visible. They’d be seeing his adoptive brother in a little over a movement, or rather a movement and a half once the time dilation of the outpost was taken into account. Leaning over to lick Lance’s forehead, Lance mumbled out a scold, calling Kosmo a “quiznakking menace” affectionately. Swapping to camera, Keith stepped into the space “Hey, babe. I saw Kosmo kidnap you again” “He’s a menace. Aren’t you. A big blue menace. We’ve had this talk, no teleportation for me” Babying Kosmo, Kosmo dramatically flopped against the floor, rolling on his back for belly for pats “Look at this dramatic arsehole. He doesn’t care that teleporting makes me sick. He just wants cuddles” When said cuddles failed to be delivered, Kosmo wriggled up so nudge at Lance’s leg with his nose. Kneeling had to be killing Lance’s knee, but Lance didn’t seem to care as he gave a huff of his own and lowered himself down to lay cross the space between Kosmo’s chest and throat. Kosmo gave an indignant yip, wriggling and escaping from under Lance, only to pounce at him. Pinning him down and licking Lance’s hands as he fought him off “Thanks for you help, babe. Our fur son’s a menace and you’re just standing there” “It’s not my fault you two look so cute together” Tilting his head back, Lance looked up at him “Is that jealousy I hear in my husband’s voice? Is someone jealous he’s not getting cuddles and are you recording me right now? You are, aren’t you? Dios. Why am I married to you?!” Cackling with laughter, Keith nodded “It’s not my fault. You and Kosmo looked too cute not to record” “Kosmo, attack! Protect me. Your father had betrayed me” Pointing at Keith, Kosmo ignored the command, yipping excitedly as he jumped back and pounced again. A large paw landing on Lance’s stomach, ending the game as Lance grunted in pain, immediately trying to curl around his belly. Grabbing Kosmo by the collar, Keith hurled him back. Lance’s eyes were scrunched closed, and Keith’s heart was in his throat. Kneeling beside his husband, he moved to sit Lance up “Babe?!” “I’m ok...” “You’re... he... Bad dog!” Kosmo whimpered. He knew he’d done wrong. Remorse on his face “It’s ok. He took me by surprise” “You’re not hurt? Let me see” “I’m ok... I’m ok... it was the shock...” “Are you sure?” Lance nodded quickly, his hands rubbing his swollen stomach “I panicked... it was the shock... I’m o...” Keith was pushed away as Lance grabbed the edge of the toilet, throwing up again “It’s alright. Let it out...” Even with his face in the toilet, Keith knew Lance was scowling at him. Keith didn’t know much about pregnancy, but he did know he felt like Lance was throwing up too much. Mami had said Lisa was sick for her whole pregnancy. He didn’t know how he’d deal with his guilt if Lance was too “We’ve got some time before our order comes. I’ll stay with you until then” Rubbing Lance’s shoulders, his husband’s slowly relaxed into his touch as his hacking and gagging passed “I don’t wanna be throwing up for that long. Can you help me to bed instead? I want to go back to sleep” “You don’t want to rinse your mouth first?” “I’m too sleepy” “Ok, babe. I’ve got you” “That better not mean you’re about to pick me up. Not with your busted foot” Laughing lightly, Keith pressed a kiss to Lance’s hair “Only you would scold me for that while looking like death warmed up” “I’m the only one married to you, so I reserve that right” “Yes you are. And now I’m taking you to bed” Lance groaned at him “Don’t word it like that. You’re going to get parts of me excited that I’d rather not be” “Now that you mention it...” Lance swatted at him “Down boy. If you’re a good boy, you can have sex with me when I don’t feel so tired” “But you’re always tired” “Exactly. Now help me to bed. It was your monster penis that knocked me up. You can wait” “Like you don’t love my “monster penis”” “Annnnnd apparently now I’m horny. Thanks for that” It was at least as much Lance’s fault for joking flirty as it was Keith’s for his equally flirty reply. Lance scent was dizzying as he helped his husband to stand. Arousal wafting off him as if Lance was in heat. The day had been weird enough as it was, and Keith’s poor brain didn’t think it could take much more.

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Extra Credit: Part 6 (Shalaska) - Rosie

A/N: Sorry times a million for keeping you waiting for more Extra Credit! But it’s finally here! Thank you times a million for being so patient! Since the last chapter I took a slight detour and wrote this three part fic called Tattletale which you can read here, here and here. I’m really proud of it and think it somewhat justifies the annoying break. But now I’m back! With better writing! And a cheerleading uniform which ends up on the floor! My sideblog @aqrosie has heaps of head canons on both TT and EC and I post updates there so come and join us if that's your thing!

Story Summary: University professor Sharon Needles hooks up with a slamming hot blonde at a bar who may or may not be one of her students.

Catch Up on Extra Credit: Part One, Two, Three, Four and Five

There were two things Sharon was positively sure of as she brushed her teeth one morning a week after asking Alaska to be her girlfriend.

Firstly, she was officially dating a student, and she was more than aware of that fact. She looked at Alaska’s pink toothbrush sitting innocently in her toothbrush holder cup, zoning out as she brushed her molars harder than her dentist would have liked.

Secondly, she liked it. Sharon would go as far as to say she loved Alaska, but that thought sent a thrill up her stomach and made her weak at the knees. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt like this, and part of her knew perhaps this was the first time.

Years, even just months ago Sharon was scandalised at the thought of professors shagging undergraduates. She could never see a student that way, no matter how hard they flirted with her in an attempt to boost their grades. It was an abuse of power. Forbidden.

But Alaska wasn’t her student when she met her in that bar, or when she got on her knees in that bathroom, or when she took her home. That made everything so different, and it made Alaska irresistible.

Sharon spat her toothpaste and rinsed her mouth, before a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

“Do you have to leave?” Alaska whined, hugging Sharon’s back and inhaling the expensive scent of her chic office clothes.

“Not by choice,” Sharon said as she turned around, seeing Alaska in a loose dark blue university sweatshirt and nothing else, her blonde hair piled on top of her head as strands fell out. “Believe me.”

She kissed Alaska, one arm wrapping around her thin waist while her other hand slipped down and teased her between her legs.

“How,” Sharon questioned, pulling away and breaking their kiss, “is she always rearing to go? Even after this morning?”

Alaska burst out laughing at Sharon’s loving disbelief, her youthfully high libido always a source of wonder to Sharon, who proudly enjoyed her wholesome couple of orgasms before wanting to snuggle up and sleep.

“I don’t know,” Alaska glowed, shrugging her shoulders as her hand met Sharon’s, encouraging her to keep going.

“I might be late,” Sharon said softly against Alaska’s hair, her middle finger circling her slick clit as she watched as the younger girl’s eyelids flutter shut.

“Then be quick,” Alaska sighed quietly, capturing Sharon’s lips with hers as Sharon’s touch increased.

Sharon stepped them backwards to hold Alaska against the tiled bathroom wall. She massaged Alaska’s throbbing bud before alternating and rubbing between her slick folds and teasing her entrance.

Since Alaska came twice this morning, they both knew she didn’t need much. Sharon kissed her deeply as her touch became more frantic, the sound of Alaska’s wetness bouncing around the bathroom walls as Sharon’s tongue lapped against hers.

Alaska whined as she slipped her hand underneath her loose sweatshirt to squeeze one of her breasts, her thighs shaking as she arched against the cold tiles, a sharp contrast to the warmth of her skin and the heat of Sharon’s touch.

“Look at you,” Sharon whispered, knowing dirty talk was a kink for the both of them, “so fucking desperate for me. So wet for me. It’s never enough for you.”

Alaska nodded feverishly, an incoherent response bubbling out of her as her orgasm built. Her hips jerked against Sharon’s touch, and as she looked down, the sight of her naked legs against Sharon’s sleek outfit made her pulse.

“Need you, always need you,” Alaska whined.

And finally she was coming, her orgasm shuddering through her body as she gripped onto Sharon, moaning as her thighs clenched and her eyes squeezed shut.

“Don’t stop, hgn, fuck,” she managed during Sharon’s relentless touch.

She pulled her through her high, only slowing down when Alaska’s breathing began to calm. Alaska brought their lips together, knowing as soon as Sharon was out of her arms she’d be leaving.

“Will that suffice until I’m home?” Sharon smirked, pecking her on the lips once more before slowly moving away.

“Perhaps,” Alaska mused, giggling as Sharon lightly slapped her ass as she moved to wash her hands.

“What’s on your agenda for today?”

“I have that two hour tutorial at three,” Alaska said as she leaned against the towel rack and played with her hair in the mirror. “Do you mind if I stay here and study? I actually feel like I get shit done because I have no distractions. And everyone is cramming in the library before the break.”

“Of course!” Sharon replied. “Feel free to use my office too, and you know how to work the coffee machine?”

“Yes,” Alaska smiled, following Sharon out of the bathroom. “And thank you.”

She watched as the older woman slipped her black heels on and applied her berry-toned lipstick in the mirror near the apartment’s front door. Grabbing her keys, bag and coat, she turned and gave Alaska one last peck on the lips.

“Are you going back to the dorm tonight?” Sharon asked, already planning her solo TV dinner.

“Yeah,” Alaska bit her lip. “Looks a bit sus as I spent Sunday here.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

There was a brief moment where they just looked at each other, both wondering how long this strategic planning would last while knowing it was for their safety.

“I can’t wait until next week,” Sharon said softly as she played the drawstrings of Alaska’s sweatshirt, wishing she could stay home with her.

“Me too,” Alaska replied, already smiling again and almost bouncing on her toes.

As she watched Sharon leave, excitement bubbled through her. Next week was the Fall break, an entire week with no university responsibilities for the both of them. No lectures for Sharon to plan, and no draining tutorials for Alaska to endure. But the best part? Alaska was staying with Sharon for its entirety. No scampering back to the dorm or tip toeing around Courtney, who thankfully didn’t notice her unusually high absentness as she was cooped up in the library studying.

It had all been planned out too. Courtney thought Alaska was heading back to Eerie to spend the break with her parents. Her parents thought Alaska was staying on campus as she had “so many assignments to still complete.”

And Alaska was a forward planner. In the lead up to this mission she had subtly asked her mother for pictures of their home when texting and currently had a folder of images to send to Courtney in an attempt to really pull off this charade. There was a photo of their pool on a sunny day, a picture of cookies her mother had just made, and heaps of new photos of Alaska’s cat, all ready and waiting for when Courtney inevitably Snapchatted her about her break.

Of course, Alaska had planned for her parents too. She snapped photos of her study set up in the event of giving her parent’s physical proof of her apparent work ethic, and already had a bunch of selfies with her friends her parents hadn’t seen yet to show she was “taking time out and enjoying her social life.”

It was a great plan, because in reality, she’d be in Sharon’s arms for the entire week.

Sharon settled down on her couch while a hot bowl of pumpkin soup and a glass of red wine sat ready and waiting for her on her coffee table. Cerrone hopped up onto the couch after seeing his owner doing the same and pretended to not enjoy the incredible pets Sharon was currently giving him as she clicked through her Netflix to set up another episode of Queer Eye.

Sharon was content. This used to be her ideal set up when she was single and wanted nothing else but to mindlessly eat, watch, and cuddle her fur baby after work. But as she gasped at the lazy lifestyle of the straight man on screen and cooed at his transformation, she wanted nothing more than to have Alaska next to her.

As if on cue, the girl in question messaged her.

A: What are you having for dinner? : )

Sharon let herself squeal like she was a decade younger and didn’t even bother to pause the Fab Five as she replied.

S: Pumpkin soup : ) I made so much so I have leftovers for when you pop in over the next few days!

A: Oooh delish!

Sharon couldn’t stop smiling as they texted, filling each other in on their day and wishing they were together, but still grateful for this kind of communication. It sent a thrill through Sharon to know Alaska was sitting on her bed in her dorm just metres from Courtney.

A: Btw I can’t come over Friday night for fall break, but Sat morning instead

S: No worries, is everything okay?

A: Yea just something came up

One of Sharon’s eyebrows rose, but she didn’t pry, knowing Alaska might tell her. She snorted when a message came through a minute later.

A: It’s a pep rally

A: And I’m a cheerleader lol

Sharon sat up so quickly from her lounging position she scared Cerrone away.

“A cheerleader,” she announced loudly to no one before taking a large sip of wine. This was all too much.

S: A

S: CHEER

S: LEADER

A: omg

S: And you’re only telling me now BECAUSE?

A: Idk

A: : )

S: Do you have…

S: … a uniform

A: Yes : )

S: I’m gonna pass out

A: Hahaha

A: It’s no biggie, I’m on the reserve team in case one of the actual cheerleaders can’t perform at comps and stuff, but I never get picked for comps anyway. But we all have to cheer for pep rallies

A: I suck so bad, like I have no timing or rhythm but I think I look cute haha

S: I can imagine

An idea popped into Sharon’s head, somehow getting through between all the new fantasies of Alaska in a pleated cheer skirt and nothing else.

S: Would you mind if I came and watched?

A: Oh you don’t have to!

A: Like of course I’d love you there but it might be a bit boring? Idk there will be a lot of students and yelling haha and we won’t be able to talk but if you want to??

S: I’m gonna come

A: Omg

“Do we have to go?” Willam whined, clicking her mouse around her screen and shutting down her computer, more than ready to leave her university office and not think about work for the next week. It was finally Friday afternoon, and Sharon was pumped for the pep rally, and the week ahead with just Alaska. “Can’t we just go straight to the drinks?”

“No!” Sharon protested, standing in Willam’s office with her bag in her hand and her coat already on, like an excited child ready for their first day of school. “Come on, we’ve worked here for god knows how many years and have never once gone to a pep rally. Let’s show some spirit!”

Willam grimaced at Sharon’s unusually good mood. But come to think of it, Sharon had been quite happy over the last few weeks. What was that about?

“I just want to pop in for a little while, sus it out, see what it’s like, and then I promise we’ll head off and I’ll buy you your first drink at the bar.”

Willam smiled before hopping out of her leather chair.

“Okay,” she said happily, grabbing her bright orange coat that somehow looked amazing paired with her blue eyeshadow and pink lipstick.

They hiked through the campus in their heels, eventually joining the mass of students and smattering of staff members here for the pep rally. The grandstand crowd was a sea of blue and yellow, the universities colours, with painted banners boasting generic school spirit phrases.

“Fuck, it’s cold out,” Willam whined. “God there are so many people. Why are we even here—“

“Look! There’s an empty spot at the top,” Sharon interrupted, grabbing Willam’s wrist and pulling her work bestie up the grandstand stairs. They scrambled up to secure their seats and sat down on the cold metal benches, Willam’s loud orange coat and Sharon’s go-to uniform of all black sticking out in the sea of yellow and blue.

“I’m so confused, is a game happening? Sharon we hate sport.”

“I… don’t think so,” Sharon squinted. “Pep rallies are weird.”

“Let’s go then,” Willam shrugged, moving to stand up. “We came, we saw, we decided to leave and get shit faced—“

“No!” Sharon said, grabbing Willam’s coat sleeve. “It hasn’t started yet. 10 more minutes.”

Sharon’s heart raced with anticipation as she looked out at the empty field. Alaska told her it would start around 5:30, but if Willam dragged them out before the cheerleaders came out, this would have been for nothing.

But suddenly, a horn blew and both professors jumped as everyone around them rose to their feet. The voice of a dramatic announcer came over the loud speaker as the lights of the field dimmed and the roar of the crowd grew.

“Oh come on theatrics!” Willam yelled to Sharon over the noise, not being able to stop the smile on her face at the atmosphere.

Two students raced onto the field and held up a huge banner as the MC pumped up the crowd. Suddenly the lights switched on and exposed the field to the audience right as a group burst through the banner.

It was the cheerleaders.

Sharon almost squealed and went to grab Willam’s hand before thinking ahead to clutch her own hands to her chest as she beamed.

The crowd went wild as the cheerleaders bounded into action, jumping, skipping and flipping in all directions before somehow forming a perfect formation. On cue, Beyonce’s Formation came on, and Sharon and Willam smiled and clapped along while wondering if this was a copyright infringement.

Sharon’s eyes combed the mass of girls like an eagle, trying to spot one tall blondie in particular. Every time she thought she found her, the girl would turn around and not be Alaska, before their choreography dissolved them all into each other and Sharon became lost again.

Her heart sank a little when she realised Alaska might not even be on the field. She remembered how she mentioned they had a reserve team that didn’t perform, and this current group looked pretty incredible. Sharon surveyed the entire performance, enjoying the spectacle as all the girls moved in unison.

Well except for that one of the end who looked a beat behind.

Sharon’s eyes widened.

“Ohmygodtheresheis!” Sharon squealed, her voice high pitched as she beamed.

“What?” Willam asked, distracted by all the chaos and the tiny skirts flipping up as the girls were effortlessly tossed into the air.

“Nothing!” Sharon smiled, not taking her eyes off Alaska, who was waving blue and yellow pom poms and kicking her long legs in the air, a solid beat behind the others but smiling at the crowd as she did so. She looked absolutely stunning with her high ponytail and giant bow, so it was no wonder her missteps here hardly noticeable.

The routine finished and Sharon cupped her hands around her mouth when she cheered before clapping wildly. The MC revved up the crowd, and as Willam checked her phone, Sharon watched Alaska mill around with the other cheerleaders, catching their breathes and waving to the crowd.

She willed Alaska to look her way. There were several hundred people watching, and she prayed she would somehow spot them in the sea of faces. She saw Alaska look out into the crowd, her eyes slowly searching. Sharon wished she could have called out her name, stood up and waved, anything to get her attention to show her in the moment how proud of her she was and that Alaska could see she really did come out to support her. But Alaska’s gaze was ripped from the crowd when another cheerleader walked up to her to talk. Sharon’s shoulders slumped slightly in disappointment.

“Some of them are cute,” Willam smiled, elbowing Sharon lightly.

Sharon’s heart stopped.

“Mmh, I guess,” Sharon tried to feign disinterest while giving Willam a wide side-eye, who was busy admiring the cheerleaders.

“That blonde one is cute,” Willam mused.

Sharon’s ears picked up and her gaze sharpened.

“Who?” She frowned, trying to follow Willam’s line of sight. If Sharon dragged Willam along to this freaking pep rally only to watch her get excited over Alaska, well she’d be damned.

“That little one bouncing around,” Willam whispered, pointing subtly.

Sharon’s eyes darted from cheerleader to cheerleader before she spotted the short bouncing blonde, and she sighed in relief when it wasn’t Alaska, but instead her friend Catherine— or was it Courtney? It was Courtney.

“Oh!” Sharon happily exclaimed. “Yes, cute.”

Alaska was detangling a loose knot in her pom poms as the other cheerleaders loitered around the front of the grandstand, waving to the crowd and doing the odd trick for attention as tech students set up equipment for a musical performance. Sharon smiled softly. It was cute watching Alaska in public and seeing her in an environment that wasn’t a lecture hall or Sharon’s apartment. She looked so pretty, and friendly, and even a little awkward as she hugged herself from the brisk evening air, her long legs shaking slightly.

“I think that was the best part,” Willam sighed. “Should we head off? I need alcohol to warm me up.”

“Uh, yeah,” Sharon said in defeat. It was freezing this high up on the grandstand, and she knew Willam’s patience was running thin.

They stood up and began the tedious task of moving between people and down the metal steps, but Sharon kept her eyes on Alaska the whole time.

But like fate itself, something caused Alaska to look up at the corner of the grandstand. In the sea of blue and yellow, Willam’s bold orange coat stood out like an alarm. She squinted slightly, recognising the advertising professor’s face before realising Sharon was right next to her. And Sharon was looking at her, a huge smile spreading across her face as Alaska met her gaze.

Alaska’s face split into a grin as Sharon raised her hand slightly and waved, to which Alaska replied by excitedly shaking one of her pom poms in the air. Warmth spread through her at the sight of Sharon in the crowd, and without realising it, moisture gathered in her eyes. Living away from home meant things like family being there for you physically wasn’t possible. But the sight of Sharon coming out to support her cheerleading, no matter how unimportant she felt she was to the team, was so touching.

She waited until Sharon and Willam reached the bottom of the steps before holding Sharon’s gaze again and pulling out her greatest, and only, trick – a one-handed cartwheel. She almost kicked fellow cheerleader Roxy Andrews in the face in the process, but the first few rows of the grandstand cheered for her, as if she was performing for them.

Sharon yelped, and Willam walked into her back as Sharon stopped in her tracks and watched Alaska just metres away from her.

“Woohoo!” Sharon yelled out before clapping, and Alaska’s cheeks almost hurt from smiling so much.

“Oof!” Willam scoffed after running into Sharon. “Bitch keep walking. The sports ball is about to come out and there’s a vodka and soda waiting for us.”

As predicted, the announcer’s voice came over the loud speaker, and soon enough athletes were running onto the field. Alaska and Sharon shared one last smile before Alaska had to jog over to her team, but not before she waved a pom pom at Sharon.

“I have something to show you,” Sharon smiled, taking Alaska’s hand and walking her into the kitchen.

It was Saturday, the start of their week together, and Sharon had planned ahead.

“I was just at the shops and I saw a few things so I thought I would stock up, you know?” Sharon rambled, opening the pantry.

“Aw, Sharon, you didn’t have to,” Alaska beamed, bringing her hands to her chest.

There in the pantry were a couple of Alaska’s favourite foods. A jar of Nutella, two share packets of these veggie chips she loved, and a bag of sour gummy worms because they were her guilty pleasure.

“I even found these,” Sharon said, grabbing a plastic tub of organic trail mix in a flavour that was Alaska’s favourite. “Because I know you said you liked to nibble on this while studying because it’s really healthy.”

“Aw, babe, thank you,” Alaska cooed, taken aback at the gesture and moving to wrap her arms around Sharon’s waist.

“And there’s more,” Sharon smiled, opening the fridge and rubbing Alaska’s back. “I stocked up on the Greek yogurt you got me hooked on, and I got a bottle of that white wine you liked because I only have red.”

Alaska had to bite her lip in a bid to stop smiling so wide.

“This is,” Alaska was almost lost for words, “the sweetest thing. Thank you.”

It was such a small gesture but it meant so much. Not only did Sharon go the extra mile to make her feel comfortable and at home, but it showed she listened to Alaska and paid attention.

“There’s more,” Sharon smiled, excitedly walking them through her apartment towards her office. “I know you said you liked studying here, so I moved my printer onto the floor over there because I barely use it, and I had a second chair in storage, so I thought you’d like your own little space alongside me?”

Alaska gasped. Space on the sleek white desk that ran around the perimeter of Sharon’s office had been cleared, and a blush pink leather chair now joined Sharon’s well loved brown one.

With just one look Alaska could already picture them working in here during the day, Alaska writing up her assignments, Sharon marking them, a candle or two flickering with steaming cups of tea or coffee sat near them while music played softly in the background.

Almost embarrassingly, Alaska’s bottom lip quivered as her eyes prickled, threatening to tear up over some slight redecorating.

“Aw, honey,” Sharon laughed, pulling Alaska into a hug and kissing her forehead.

“It’s just,” Alaska stumbled. “This is so sweet? And thoughtful? I’m so emotional wow, but thank you so, so much for this. You really didn’t have to do this but I’m so grateful.”

“It was no hassle at all,” Sharon said, ignoring how she almost took her back out moving that damn printer in the name of love. “I’m so glad you like it!”

“I absolutely love it,” Alaska sighed.

Sharon kissed her forehead again before lightly cupping Alaska’s cheeks and looking into her eyes.

“I want you to know that you’re always welcomed here,” Sharon said, softly tucking a loose strand of hair behind Alaska’s ear. “I wish we didn’t have to sneak around and stuff, but I hope this makes you feel like your presence here isn’t fleeting, you know? And that… you still belong here, even when you’re not here. Does that make sense?”

“Yes,” Alaska laughed, biting her lip. She knew exactly what Sharon meant, and it melted her heart.

Their lips met, and Sharon inhaled deeply, savouring the moment as she felt her knees go weak at Alaska’s tongue tracing her bottom lip.

In all honesty, she was a little nervous to show Alaska her adjustments. Would she care? Would it be a bit much? Not enough? Did she even get the right wine?

But she had no reason to worry.

“I actually brought something to show you,” Alaska said, pulling away from their kiss as an idea twinkled in her eyes. “Go wait in the bedroom.”

“She’s bossy,” Sharon remarked, laughing as she went and sat on her bed. She checked her emails on her phone as she waited, and it was only when she was glaring at yet another student asking for extra credit points did Alaska appear in the bedroom doorway.

Sharon’s phone fell from her hands and landed on the bed.

“Oh wow…” She squeaked, and Alaska laughed when Sharon had to clear her throat.

There in the doorway stood Alaska, head to toe in last night’s cheerleading outfit, minus the white turtleneck she had worn underneath. She had pulled her long blonde hair into a sleek ponytail and finished it off with the same blue and yellow bow she wore before. Her tight crop top stretched against her chest, the universities initials boldly printed across her breasts. The pleated skirt that had been burned into Sharon’s mind grazed the tops of her slender, toned thighs. She wore impeccably white sneakers with matching socks, and Alaska had even gone the extra mile and applied gold glitter on her eyelids, just like last night.

Sharon pulsed.

“Holy fuck,” she breathed.

Alaska giggled, slowly walking over to Sharon and standing against where her professor sat on the bed.

“Do you like my uniform?” Alaska asked quietly, her fingertips trailing the hem on her tiny skirt.

Sharon nodded feverishly, her eyes widening as she physically felt the spell Alaska cast over her.

“What about my skirt?” Alaska asked, her voice low and slow. “Do you like my skirt?”

She ran her fingers through the pleats and lifted the fabric slightly, stifling a laugh when Sharon visibly gulped at the sight of her wearing nothing underneath.

“Oh my god,” Sharon breathed, running her hands up Alaska’s thighs, feeling the combination of soft skin and blue fabric. “I love life.”

Alaska laughed, her hands tangling in Sharon’s blonde hair as she brought her face against her chest.

“What about my top?” She asked innocently. “It’s a little snug, a little thin, but that means my nipples show through.”

She brought her fingers to her breasts and squeezed them while moaning softly, sure enough showing Sharon her buds poking against the fabric.

“I… will tear this off you,” Sharon whispered, because if she spoke any louder, she would actually flip them around and rip the uniform off Alaska’s body before burying herself between her legs.

Alaska spun around, the pleats of her skirt flaring up as she moved and revealing a split second of her exposed ass before she sat down on Sharon’s lap, her back against Sharon’s chest.

“What about my bow?” Alaska asked, arching her back as she fiddled with her hair, while having the audacity to grind herself against Sharon’s lap. Sharon’s right hand grabbed Alaska’s hip while her left twisted effortlessly around Alaska’s long ponytail and pulled it abruptly – not hard enough to hurt, but enough to jerk her head back.

“Fuck yes,” Alaska whined, grinding harder as the other woman’s hips thrusted up. Sharon could feel herself getting wet, and the thought of Alaska’s bare skin against her tight jeans made her clench.

“You like that?” Sharon asked, her hand trailing down between Alaska’s thighs to rub her folds and clit underneath the skirt before she pulled at her ponytail again, slightly harder this time.

“Hgn, god yes,” Alaska begged, her lips parting as she spread herself backwards across Sharon’s lap. “Fuck me.”

Sharon let go of her hair, only to grab at the zipper of her cheer crop top and pull it down, watching as the material peeled off around Alaska’s skin and slid down her arms, all the while continuing to tease Alaska. One of Sharon’s hands slinked up and squeezed at her left breast, thumbing over her nipple as Alaska arched against her, desperate for her touch.

She stood up and turned to face Sharon, who pulled her back into her lap and licked a strip up the flat space between her breasts before cupping and circling Alaska’s right nipple with her tongue. Alaska gasped as Sharon sucked, her hands tangling in the other woman’s hair and pulling her closer as she threw her head back, her long ponytail grazing the top of her skirt in the process. Sharon’s hand looped around her body before she squeezed her ass and pulled away

“Get on your knees, baby,” Sharon’s voice was horse and thick with lust. Alaska obeyed, sinking down onto the hardwood floors of Sharon’s bedroom and helping her pull her jeans off. Sharon slipped her underwear off, but not before Alaska noticed the wet spot she had drawn from the older woman, which sent pleasure down her spine.

Alaska spread Sharon’s legs apart, planting a trail of kisses inside her thighs before she reached her pussy, which thrusted up as Alaska got closer. Alaska mouthed over Sharon’s trimmed hair, teasing her before licking up her slick folds and tasting her.

“Ah, fuck,” Sharon whined, and the sound sent a pulse straight to Alaska’s clit.

Alaska continued, alternating her attention between the throbbing bundle of nerves and Sharon’s clenching entrance. She kept going, loosing track of time as she jumped between going fast and painstakingly slow.

“Ggh, don’t stop,” Sharon breathed, pressing Alaska closer as the younger girl hummed around her clit, sending vibrations through her veins.

She looked down, her breath hitching at the gorgeous sight of Alaska on her knees, her blue and yellow bow proudly holding up her ponytail, gold glitter shimmering on her closed eyelids and wetness smeared around her lips as she ate Sharon out.

And then Sharon was coming, her thighs shaking and pleasure exploding from around Alaska’s lips, who moaned and whined and pulled Sharon through her orgasm as the older woman held her against her core.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, right, there, ah,” Sharon whined, grinding herself against Alaska until she came down from her high.

Alaska pulled back in satisfaction, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before smiling smugly up at Sharon.

“Not bad for a girl who can’t kick in time,” Alaska shrugged, standing up. But Sharon pulled her onto the bed.

“Oh I’m not done.”

Sharon shakily rolled off the bed and opened the bottom drawer of her bedside table, looking for something in particular while she quickly unbuttoned her blouse. She left her black lacy bra on, knowing it’d look nice with her newest accessory.

Alaska scoffed at the bottle of lube Sharon chucked onto the bed while rummaging through her things.

“I think she’s wet enough to not need some extra help,” Alaska said, rolling the bottle to the side. But she thought again when Sharon turned, a black strap on in her hand.

“Oh,” Alaska said softly, pulsing, “I like that.”

Sharon laughed, climbing onto the bed.

“Can we use it?” Sharon asked. “I don’t know it’s just something about the skirt and—“

“God yes, please,” Alaska begged. “Here, let me help.”

In moments the toy was fitted into Sharon, its black straps cupping her ass cheeks before narrowing it and holding the main event firmly against her groin.

On all fours, Alaska palmed the black dildo before leaning down and wrapping her lips around its head. Its hardness and surprising weight felt foreign against her tongue, but as she brought more of its length into her mouth, she breathed in sharply, instinctively spreading her legs further apart on the sheets as she felt herself clench.

“I’ve seen that in porn and wanted to try,” Alaska said sheepishly after Sharon had stared at her, wide eyed.

“N-no,” Sharon stammered, shaking her head out of her daze, “that was… so fucking hot.”

Alaska laughed before excitedly rolling onto her back, her pleated skirt flipping around her waist. Sharon spread her legs before lowering herself down between them. Her tongue found Alaska, who arched up against the sheets as Sharon showered her in pleasure, humming around her sensitive clit as a finger gently circled her entrance. In a blur of whines, fists clutching at sheets, and four fingers later, Alaska felt prepared.

“I’m ready,” she begged.

“You sure?” Sharon asked, and her caution made Alaska feel even safer. “I still want to use lube, you can never have enough lube.”

Alaska was almost hypnotised as Sharon drizzled the lube onto the black dildo jutting out from her crotch. She ran her hands over it, spreading the slickness and watching as the toy became darker and glossy.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Sharon said softly as the two slotted into place. “Because I can’t feel it, and I don’t want to hurt you—“

“Sharon,” Alaska smiled, interrupting, “it’s okay. Actually, can I be on top? That way I can pace it better.”

In seconds they had flipped, Sharon on her back against the pillows, Alaska thighs on either side of her body. Gripping the headboard in front of her, Alaska adjusted herself, her breath hitching as she felt the head graze against her folds. Sharon steadied her, her hands finding Alaska’s waist and holding the skirt material up, breathing heavily at her prime position.

Spreading her legs slowly Alaska gradually sunk down, gasping in pleasure as she felt the head of the strap on resist slightly before being enveloped around her walls. Relaxing fully, inches of the strap on quickly disappeared, her wetness and the lube effortlessly allowing it to fill her. She felt Sharon’s protective hands squeeze her waist at the visual, instinctively wanting to hold Alaska up as she whined out in pleasure.

“No,” Alaska protested, “it’s so good.”

She lowered herself down completely, taking the full length of the toy and revelling at its weight inside her, her walls grasping around its shape.

Sharon gasped as she felt Alaska practically vibrate at the delicious stretch and the toy’s reach inside of her.

“Fuck me,” Alaska whispered, her eyelids heavy with lust as she instinctively rutted against Sharon’s lap on the strap on.

It took a couple clumsy, lust fuelled thrusts, but seconds later they had found their rhythm, Sharon’s hip lifting up as Alaska slammed herself down.

It was rough and hot and a thin sheen of sweat starting forming around Alaska’s hairline, but that was the last thing on her mind. Sharon’s hands were running across her body, over her chest, thumbing her nipples before grabbing her hips and taking control. Alaska could only throw her head back as she gripped the headboard, pleasure coursing through her veins as a stream of lust bubbled out between her lips.

“So good, so fucking good, yes, yes, Sharon, hgn, fuck me, fuck me, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Alaska whined, sucking in air as Sharon pounding into her.

Sharon could only continue, watching as Alaska fell apart above her. She bit her lip as she watched Alaska’s breasts shake as she moved, as she flipped her blonde ponytail over her shoulder, as the gold glitter on her eyelids glistened when they caught the light.

“I love this, but,” Sharon chocked out, fiddling with the skirt’s full length zipper until it opened, “it has to go.”

Alaska tore it from her body, not missing a beat as she did so. Sharon’s eyes almost rolled back as she watched Alaska vigorously slam herself down onto the dildo, fully taking control as her slick folds swallowed the black toy again and again and again.

Suddenly coming to a holt, Alaska stopped, only to roll her hips around the toy in a circular motion. She whimpered, her eyes closed and her bottom lip bitten as she built herself up, knowing her climax was close and edging herself along.

“That’s right, baby,” Sharon whispered, her voice croaky with desire. “Take it all, such a good girl…”

Alaska squeezed her breasts before grabbing Sharon’s hand and pressing it against her abdomen, giggling as Sharon realised what she could lightly feel.

“You feel so fucking good inside me, so big inside me,” Alaska whined as she massaged Sharon’s palm against her soft stomach, before her face went serious and her tone dropped. “Get on top.”

Sharon was more than happy to. Without pulling out she held Alaska’s body to hers and rolled them backwards, Alaska’s back against the sheets as Sharon settled on top of her.

“Hgn, I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” Alaska whined, sucking her middle finger’s tip before rubbing her throbbing clit, only to have Sharon grab her wrist and pin it against the bed.

Sharon relentlessly thrusted into her as she buried her face against Alaska’s neck before kissing and sucking at her soft flesh, leaving a hickie in her wake.

Alaska cried out in pleasure, Sharon’s thrusts, her weight against her and her hot breath on her skin overwhelming her. Her eyes rolled back as she let desire drown her, gripping onto Sharon as her orgasm exploded from her core, rippling through her spread thighs and racing up her arched chest.

“Take it, take it,” she heard Sharon breathe, who didn’t stop her pace as Alaska rode out her high.

Moments passed, and eventually Alaska gasped for air as her climax began to fade. Her limbs felt both weightless yet heavy, while a zap of pleasure still twitched through her body. Sharon slowly pulled out, and as soon as the dildo was gone Alaska clenched, already missing its presence. Subconsciously, she moved to massage her swollen folds, but Sharon was already a step ahead. She leaned down, her wet tongue feeling incredible against Alaska’s sensitive core. Sharon’s touches were slow, soft and gentle, a contrast to before, and Alaska felt warmth spread through her ragged body at the intimacy. She ran her fingers through Sharon’s silky hair, almost falling into the spell of sleep as she did so. Looking down, she saw Sharon touching herself leisurely where the strap on used to be.

“Come here, baby,” Alaska whispered, enjoying being the one to use their pet name. “Let me.”

Sharon looked up before crawling over Alaska’s body, planting a kiss on her lips before she settled her thighs on either side of Alaska’s face. She grabbed the headboard just like Alaska did before.

“I’m so close already,” Sharon whispered, exhaustion seeping into her veins as she lowered herself down. She tilted her head back as Alaska’s tongue swirled around her pulsing bud, a whine escaping her lips as the younger girl slowly rocked Sharon against her.

Flattening her tongue, she rolled Sharon’s hips, the older woman’s slickness coating her chin as her tongue circled her entrance before dipping inside. Sharon whimpered at the pleasure, thrusting against Alaska as her orgasm built. Getting off before and watching Alaska unravel around the strap on was enough, so it wasn’t surprising when she began to shake, her thrusts becoming erratic as her climax approached. Alaska moaned around her clit before flicking her tongue through her swollen folds, knowing she was close and pushing her over the edge.

“Ah, fuck, fuck, right there—“ Sharon managed before her climax hit her, a surge of euphoria rushing through body as she came, her dishevelled blonde hair falling around her shoulders.

She panted as she crawled her way back down Alaska’s body before collapsing on top of her, making the younger girl giggle. Their lips met, a string of long, lazy kisses helping them drift off to sleep as their bodies tangled together in a jumble of naked limbs. Happiness hummed through their veins as they realised this was just the first day of their entire week together.

#rosie #sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #shalaska #cisgirl au #au #smut #extra credit #lesbian au #rpdr fanfiction #college au #student/teacher

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Okay, so this is: the base idea for my new ongoing story, My Wife is Inari the Part-Timer?! (私の家内はバイトのお稲荷様ですか?!). I mentioned it in this post recently right...here!

This is actually the incredibly important scene that sets up the entirety of the story: the encounter between Maeda Sanae and Nakahara Komugi, the duotagonists of the romcom that will come. I can’t remember how I got this idea, other than that gods are incredibly human at times, and it’d be nice to portray a quer romance set in Japan. I hope you enjoy a sample of waht’s toe come in the second half of this year!

As a note, this is the unbeta’d version, so it’s what it is: of course, it’ll be cleaned up. I wanted you to have the very original though before anything happened.

Honestly, Nakahara Komugi had come out of a sense of duty that was apparent as Sanae sat next to her.

The older woman clutched her cup, back rigid as she took a small sip. Already, she’d gone through two pints, and was feeling a bit warm, regretfully so, and was trying to keep up appearances. If had been Komugi’s choice though, she’d be at home on her sofa, curled up around a book in silence rather than out at a ba.

But Satou Taichi, the former manager of their division, was finally retiring at 70, and Komugi knew she’d be shame for not coming to this.

“Ah, you want another, Nakahara?” The booming question came from Suzuki Daisuke, a tall, thin man with too round glasses, his bright pink tie loose and crumpled around his neck. His cheeks were just as rosy, a pink flush spread from ear to ear across his nose, and his voice was slurred. He was completely drunk, barely clutching the large, beer bottle he held, halfway tipped to spilling.

Komugi’s smile was pinched, tight at the corners and dim in her eyes, as she replied, “Ah, I’m quite fine. Thank you, Suzuki-san.” She took a sip and held her cup up merrily, widening her smile.

“Ah, have another for Satou! It’s his final day! Live it up a little!” Suzuki filled the cup to the brim, beer threatening to spill over. Rudely, he swigged from the remainder rest of the bottle, flopping back into his chair with a cheerful guffaw as he slung his arm around Satou, gripping his shoulder hard. “Here’s to Satou! Enjoy retirement!”

Everyone quickly raised their cups once more, letting out a group cry, and Komugi went back to nursing her beer as slowly as she could. Beside her, Sanae fidgeted, her coworker’s anxiety steadily making her feel an anxious itch inside. She took a swig of beer for courage and sighed, turning to face Komugi. “Ah, Nakahara-san?” Sanae begin, smiling gently.

“Yeah?” Komugi’s hands clutched her glass tighter.

“Are you okay?” Sanae asked. “It’s been a long day, and I know you don’t often come to office parties, but…” Sanae tucked her chin, and her bangs hung down over her eyes.

“Ah, I’m fine,” Komugi replied. “I just try not to drink much, that’s all. Gotta watch my figure!”

“Oh,” Sanae chirped, tilting her head, eyes bright. “I can’t see why, though. You’re so pretty that you don’t have to care about things like that, though I’m sure you worry like anybody does,” Sanae stated. She took a small sip of her beer.

“Ah, I guess it’s just all the discomfort. You know me: I never come to things like this. I used to be a party girl, but I gave that up. Grew up, I guess you could say,” Komugi replied, eyes flashing mischievously. “I think maybe I realized that I couldn’t just get away with that kind of life for so long.”

“Ah, quiet you?” Sanae teased. “I can’t imagine you going to a party.”

Komugi snorted loudly, light brown eyes twinkling. “Heh, the person we are as an adult is different, you know?” Sanae hummed a reply to Komugi and finish her glass. Before she could ask, Suzuki was flying across the table, filling her cup back up before launching back into loud conversation, hand slapping the tabletop. “I guess I grew to be the kind of person who got tired of parties and liked to indulge in quiet.

“That’s understandable. After all, you’re only human.” She flashed a bright smile and giggled. “We all have things we like to indulge in.”

The noise of the party suddenly rushed back in, filling the spaces around them and for one moment, Komugi felt a shift in her belly. She huffed out a laugh, air whistling out her nose and nodded slowly. “I am, aren’t I?” Komugi replied with a bashful, looking at her cup pensively. She turned it a few times in her hand. “Yeah, it’s alright to enjoy something once in a while, right?”

“Yeah,” Sanae replied. “You always work hard so if you want a drink, then you deserve it!”

Komugi pursed her lips, and without any hesitation, drained the glass of beer. “Another, Suzuki-san!” she called out, and within moments, her cup was filled, and Komugi opted to chug it, going in whole hog. She plucked up a bit of food –farewell parties always meant good food, any they’d all decided to include tender horse meat and a rich platter of different roes and good, sweet tasting rice that night– and lifted her cup. “To us enjoying tonight together,” she said, winking at Sanae.

“T-To us enjoying tonight together!” Sanae said, and they clacked their cups together and took great, big gulps.

It wasn’t soon after that that Maeda Sanae lost count of how many cups Komugi had then, but within an hour, she was laughing a little too loud and swaying a bit too much despite eating plates of food.

Certainly whatever bits of a partier were left in Komugi were emerging again, bright and vibrant as she rocked back and forth, laughing at everything, face blotchy and shiny from sweat. Sanae had stopped drinking after her third cup of beer and switched to the vast menu of juices, dead set on tasting a bit of everything they offered. She’d been working her way through a cup of blueberry-kiwi juice when suddenly Komugi let out another loud guffaw, tilting towards her.

“Are you okay, Naka-” Sanae caught herself, and cleared her throat, “Komugi-san?”

“I’m wonderful!” Komugi replied, and she drained her glass, pouring a bit into the coworker’s next to her in return for a full cup. She swallowed it like water, and soon had another full cup to her lips. Komugi had always been too busy for office parties or late-night drinking. Yet now, Sanae wondered if this was how she had formerly preferred to drink: all in with no regrets. It was a very different side of Komugi.

This went on for quite a bit more time until Komugi’s accent was thick and she was barely able to hold her chopsticks. In fact, every time she went for the inarizushi, she kept fumbling, though a wicked gleam in her eyes showed intent to get it. Eventually, she plucked it up with her fingers, shoving it into her mouth with a pleased smile, a bit of tofu smeared on her cheek. She seemed all the content drunk until suddenly, her eyes widened.

Gurgle.

It was an audible sound, at least to Sanae, but before she could ask, Komugi jolted to her feet, rocking unsteadily before she clambered past everyone, one hand to her mouth, the other to her stomach. Suzuki let out a loud laugh down the way and called for another round, completely ignoring his coworker and continuing his loud conversation. It wasn’t an uncommon sight, so to speak: enough people often got drunk at parties like this, and Komugi would hopefully return soon enough. But after ten minutes of her absence, Sanae felt worry grow in her gut. “I’m going to go check on Nakahara-san,” Sanae announced to no one in particular, and she made her way to the bathrooms, din of the party fading behind her.

She winded down a long hall past dozens of rooms like their, closed off with office parties. As she walked, she imagined Komugi stumbling down this very hall, most likely more than a bit distressed. She hoped her coworker was okay: she hadn’t assumed that Komugi would become so inebriated, but she wouldn’t chide her for her choice, just be there for her and get her in the next taxi home. Honestly, she was far more worried that her friend wasn’t okay, alone in the bathroom.

Sanae pushed through the curtain in front of the sinks, and saw a bright red door decorated with white flowers. With a creak and a gentle push from Sanae’s hand, it swung in. “Komugi, it’s me,” Sanae announced, voice colored with her worry. “Are you-” Okay stuck in the back of her throat.

In the center of the bathroom, between the stalls and the sinks, sat a woman, back rigid, head tilted just so, beer gone from her hands, sat a woman, her braid undone, hair falling down her back in a long sheet. It wasn’t dark brown like before: no, it was bright and golden, the same color as a field of wheat, and moved slightly as if blown by a gentle breeze. The woman’s eyes weren’t black anymore but a bright gold that was impossibly deep. A set of fox ears twitched from the top of the woman’s head, matching the long, nine tails that snaked from a wide hole in her pants, all twitching slowly back and forth as if bemused, though the spittle on her chin and sharp scent of sick in the sink betrayed resignation more so than the glee of inebriation that had been in those eyes only a few minutes ago.

For a long moment, Sanae just stared, completely shocked, shaking her head at the realization that, of course, she knew the woman sitting there perfectly well. It was none other than Nakahara Komugi though she was markedly different.

Spectral foxes were milling about, brilliant white with ivory snouts and tails. Soft yips filled the bathroom, and for a moment, Sanae felt that she’d left Satou’s farewell party and was somehow in the realm of the gods, though she quickly remembered that nom, this was all too real and right in the middle of a bar. “Oh my god,” Sanae whispered. “Oh. My. God.”

“Yes?” Komugi replied, a drunken smile on her lips. She’d secretly always wanted to use that line, and the chance had come, though she felt downright embarrassed at taking the chance. “Sorry, that’s a horrible joke, isn’t it?”

“What… happened?” Sanae chanced, stepping into the bathroom. She fumbled for a latch on the door and made sure it stuck. She didn’t know what would happen if someone else walked in and saw whatever this was.

“I oopsed.”

“Oopsed?” Sanae asked, raising a brow.

“Yeah, made a mistake. Well… You got me drunk,” Komugi stated. “Ah, well, correction: I decided to willingly get drunk, got stomach sick, came here to throw up, threw up in a sink –that’ll make closing harder, won’t it? – and accidentally let this happen?” She gave a weak chuckle, and her ears flopped down.

“This being…?”

“Channeled enough of the world’s latent mana to shift into my true form instead of keeping my human presence?” Komugi paused and worried her lower lip. “Oh dear.”

“You’re… glowing!”

“Yes, that… typically happens less than now.”

“And t-the foxes!”

“My little part-timers.” Komugi stroked one affectionately, solid fingers digging into the glowing, ghostly fur.

“You… what… Nakahara-san, what-”

“Komugi.” She always corrected Sanae when she was so formal: they’d been friends for years and had long since passed the time for formality. “Honestly though…Inari,” Komugi stated. “As in O-Inari-Kami. Or O-Mikoto-Inari-Kami, because that’s kind of cool sounding right?” She waved a limp wrist, fingers fluttering playfully.

“This isn’t the time for jokes,” Sanae deadpanned. Komugi’s hand stiffened and she curled her fingers, settling her hand back in her lap.

“Right. Guess this is all a bit of a surprise, right? We need to talk, eh?” Komugi chuckled, and her tail twitched a bit bashfully, flicking up to wrap around Sanae’s ankle. “It’s not every day you find out the part-timer is actually a god.” She tossed her hair in that particular and Sane felt a prickle in her belly, but shoved it away: now wasn’t the time to get charmed!

“Talk?!” Sanae squeaked out. She felt the warmth of the tail and shifted, but it tugged her close, almost instinctively. “About… about this?” She waved her hands up and down, panning from the tops of Komugi’s wheat brown ears to the long, winding tail at her ankle. “Yeah, we definitely need to talk!”

“Yeah,” Komugi replied, voice thick. “I mean, I can’t just let you go now that you’ve seen me after all. It could cause all kinds of trouble if you told someone, even by accident. Something has to be done.”

The entire mood in the room shifted as Komugi’s back curved into a gentle arch, hand reaching out to tangle in the fur of a fox. It nuzzled her palm and she smiled, a sharp canine poked from the bottoms of her lip, and a warm breeze gusted in the room, smelling like rice paddies and fresh matcha and a cold stream. Sanae felt her knees knock as her blood ran cold: she had really stepped in it this time, and there seemed to be little way out now. “Oh my god, are you going to kill me Nakahara-san?” she whispered, blood draining from her cheeks.

“Komugi, and no! Oh my god, why would I kill you?” Komugi shot back, eyes wide. Thankfully, she found no reason to joke.

“You made it sound like you were going to silence me!”

“By killing my coworker? That’s illegal and bad for the business! We’re barely selling games now: imagine what would happen if you died!”

“Oh my god, did you really just say that!” Sanae shot back. “This is no time to joke!”

Komugi instantly regretted to sarcastic reply and slumped back onto a mess of foxes, sighing as their tails came up to cradle her head. Her eyes, bright and golden, were hazy with beer, and her smile sleepy. She raised a hand and suddenly, Sanae was tipping forward, falling face first onto Komugi. She let out a surprised squeak and found her cheek pillowed on Komugi’s chest, left hand extended out to catch herself by Komugi’s shoulder.

Komugi’s hair pillowed her as Komugi arranged Sanae, half in her lap, half on the cool tiles of the floor. The smell of sick faded away as the scent of outside grew. An arm came up around her shoulders and pulled drunkenly.

“This okay?” Komugi whispered, voice low and rough. “Me touching you and all?” Sanae nodded, cheeks flushing red all over again. She wondered in Komugi could hear her heartbeat like this, if they were so close that it was obvious that she was very comfortable. “Good, then I wanna tell you something, okay?”

“What do you want to tell me?” Sanae whispered, and she gulped audibly, shuddering anxiously.

There was a long pause where Komugi just stared, her large, fluffy ears twitching, sharp eyes focused completely on Sanae. Some of the haze cleared and the deep, golden color grew more vivid, and Komugi’s entire countenance changed. Everything about her seemed sharper as if she’d pushed away being drunk and was perfectly fine.

“Maeda Sanae,” she began, voice low. It washed over Sanae, and in that moment, she really saw Komugi, realized she was very much so a god.

“Yeah?” Sanae managed to breathe out. She caught a wife of Komugi’s breath and felt that same wave of wheat was over her, stuffing itself down into her lungs. Instantly, Sanae thought of her home back in Fukushima, the deep scent of countryside making her momentarily hungry for home before she snapped back into the moment, cheeks coloring with embarrassment.

“Y-Yeah?” Sanae changed again. Komugi swayed, pressing her nose to Sanae’s shoulder, hunched over and curled around her. A tail snapped in the air.

“I’m gonna marry you, okay?”

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