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Inspired by a line from a Chappell Roan song that’s been stuck in my head for weeks.
It’s a little spicy, but not too spicy! I’m not super comfortable writing smut, but decided to try it out again since it’s been a few years. Enjoy, cuties!
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The birds were chirping and the sun was shining bright when you woke up that morning; you knew it was going to be a wonderful day. You rolled out of bed, pulled on your skirt and blouse, and waltzed out the door to make a stop at the coffee shop down the street. It had become your normal Friday routine to stop and grab a hot chocolate for yourself, and a coffee for your favorite coworker, Melissa Schemmenti. In turn, Melissa would bring a danish for you and a muffin for herself. You weren’t exactly sure when or how it happened, but you looked forward to it every week.
It had been a bit of a stressful week with state testing and the kids were over it just as much as the teachers were. Janine convinced Ava to allow her to set up a talent show as a ‘carrot’ for the end of testing week.
“Carrot? What the hell you mean, carrot? Ain’t nobody lookin’ for a vegetable, girl.”
Janine rubbed her temples, “You know, like when you put a carrot in front of a horse to keep them moving. It’s a little motivation to get people through the week.”
“Whatever. You can have a talent show, just make sure Melissa stays off the stage with her horrific impressions. I simply cannot listen to her butcher The Godfather again.”
You prepared all week to share your magic tricks with the school. Jacob caught wind and asked if you would like to join him in his magic act, claiming that your combined expertise would win you more applause. You reluctantly agreed and spent all of Thursday evening with him at Melissa’s house practicing. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the redhead had been there, but she spent the evening with Barbara instead.
You could smell Melissa’s perfume before you even stepped foot in the lounge and it made you smile. During your first year at Abbott you developed the tiniest crush on her, but at this point, you were flat out in love with the woman. You didn’t exactly hide the fact that you liked her that way, but you never said it out loud either. Melissa had told you she was bisexual but leaned more towards men fairly early on in your friendship when you told her you were a lesbian. After sharing a bottle of wine together you asked her what her type was.
“Big burly men with beards who can take care of me or pretty little ladies who with let me take care of them. What about you? So I know what to look out for for ya,” she responded with a chuckle.
You fought yourself not to reply with a simple ‘you’ and gave her a vague description of herself instead. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. The two of you shared some casual flirting over time, but you just chalked it up to her treating you like a close friend.
The lounge was already buzzing when you walked in, everyone talking about what their students were doing for their acts or which teachers signed up. You crossed the room to set your things down before walking over to Melissa to exchange goods. She beamed up at you when you placed your hand on her shoulder and her cup on the table in front of her.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all week, thanks doll face,” she sipped her coffee and handed you a raspberry danish.
“Likewise! Thanks, pumpkin.” You winked at her and took your seat across the room with Janine, Gregory and Jacob, completely missing Melissa’s coy smile in response to the nickname.
The bell rang and everyone gathered their belongings to start the day. You and Melissa were the last ones in the room as you moved things in the fridge to fit your lunch. She came up behind you, resting her hand on your hip for balance as she leaned into the fridge with you to move her containers. You froze at the contact and mentally begged yourself not to blush. As she leaned further down, her hand slid over to your ass. Your eyes were glued to her cleavage, beautifully illuminated by the refrigerator light. You quickly turned your head when she caught you staring.
She stood up, her hand still slightly splayed your ass. Your face was beet red. “No need to steal glances hon, all you gotta do is ask,” she clicked her tongue and made her way out the door, swaying her hips dramatically. She knew you were watching.
More than a little flustered, you splashed cold water on your face and left to tend to your students. The hours ticked by and you struggled to focus on anything other than the feeling of Melissa’s hand on your backside. You were looking forward to spending lunch with her and Barbara, but Jacob insisted you practice with him one more time before the talent show. Between bites of pasta you made coins disappear and reappear from behind Jacob’s ear and cheered him on as he mastered revealing the chosen card.
The entire school gathered to watch the staff and students perform at the end of the day. You took a seat next to Melissa, waiting for your turn.
“You got any hidden talents you’re gonna share with us, red?” You poked at her side.
“Nah, can’t share my talents here kid. I wouldn’t be allowed back on school grounds,” she smirked. “Just joshin’, Ava forbade me from doing impressions so I’m stuck in the crowd. I’m excited to see what youse cooked up for your act though, Jacob hasn’t shut up about it.”
“Ha, I’m sure he hasn’t.”
Janine introduced your act and you followed Jacob onto the stage. The two of you played off of each other’s tricks with the crowd ooh-ing and aww-ing. You had always enjoyed tricking people with sleight of hand, but you enjoyed it even more when you were able to fool an entire auditorium. When the four minutes of fame were over you returned to your seat next to Melissa. She nodded her approval and continued to watch the show.
A few minutes later you excused yourself to use to restroom. The bathroom was empty and you did your business quickly. As you opened your stall door you jumped at the sight of Melissa sitting on the counter. You hadn’t even heard her come in.
“Oh Jesus!”
“It’s actually Melissa, but I get that one a lot.” She slid off the counter to stand next to you as you washed your hands.
“Very funny,” you rolled your eyes.
She moved closer, her breasts brushing your arm. “Yeah, but you like it when I’m cheesy like that.”
Your breathing hitched. “I d-do,” you stuttered and melting at the close proximity.
“So, tell me what else you like, gorgeous.” She was nearly straddling your right leg. Her eyes filled with fire as she brought her hand up to your cheek and traced a finger along your jaw line.
You stifled a whimper and bit your lip, unable to speak without making a fool of yourself. She moved even closer, now actually straddling your leg, you could feel the warmth of her. You placed your hands on the counter to keep yourself upright.
“I know you like magic.” She nuzzled her face into your hair and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I’ve got a wand and a rabbit.” She punctuated her sentence with a light nibble to your earlobe. You gasped; a cold chill ran up your spine and you couldn’t hide the shiver. Her hand on your left hip pulled you in between her legs so that her core was pressed firmly against your thigh.
You squeezed your eyes shut, you wanted her to ruin you right then and there, but the school day wasn’t over and the talent show was about to let out.
“Mel, I want this,” you whined and guided her free hand down to your soaked panties, wanting her to feel exactly how bad you wanted, needed, her. “But we can’t do that here, not now at least. Like you said, we wouldn’t be allowed back on a school grounds.”
She lifted your skirt so you could feel her own wetness through her leggings against your bare skin. “My house, eight o’clock.” Melissa kissed you with such fervor that it made you want to go back on your words. “Bring whatever other magic tricks you have up your sleeve, or in your nightstand drawer,” she winked and playfully smacked your ass as she walked away.
You tried desperately to gather your thoughts and some semblance of composure, your mind racing with the image of Melissa playing with her toys- and you. The redhead was going to be the death of you yet.
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restaurant au! firsts?
'god, i finally understand now why you and lilith got so insane when you first opened.'
it's years later, but you can easily remember the total fear coursing through you when you had soft opened, mostly because everyone attending was either your found family or a world renowned chef, critic, or food writer. but, 'this is different,' you tell ava, gently. 'you already know you're going to knock it out of the park.'
'well, when you opened, you knew what it took to run a three star michellin restaurant already from your time at superion's.'
you smile gently and squeeze his hand. 'well, so do you.'
he rolls his eyes. 'me hornily watching you and lilith argue your way into your own restaurant's stars doesn't count.'
'i know you've paid attention.'
'you both have james beard awards.'
'ava.' you scoot your chair closer to hers in the middle of her gorgeous wine bar, one that soft opens in about two hours. 'you don't care about all those awards, and we both know it.'
she grumbles.
you kiss the top of her hand. 'you told me when you first brought up the idea that you wanted a space that was airy, bright, for people who know wine as well as people who love wine.' you gesture to the space around you, the bright blue and rust color of the tiles behind the bar, the whitewashed walls, the plants everywhere, the huge glass wine cellar in the center. 'this is beautiful and thoughtful and fun, my love. just like you.'
it takes a beat to sink in, but then ava's face brightens considerably. 'yeah?'
'i am so excited for everyone to see all the work you've put in, and to love it.'
'well, they'll love the food at least.'
you roll your eyes. 'camila is brilliant, it's true. i'm still upset that you stole her from me.'
'you encouraged her to take the executive chef position here.'
'well, yes, it was quite the opportunity for her.'
ava laughs, finally, and straightens the lapels on your suit, even though your certain they're perfect. they run a hand over your hair, then lean forward and kiss you. 'you're sure people will like it?'
'you're incredible.' you run your thumb over the steadfast ring on her finger, take your time to look around the space once more, intentional, and you know ava will notice; you know they'll understand. 'this is incredible. your ideas, your work, your taste — it deserves a home.' unspoken, because it sits too heavy on too light a day: you deserve a home.
but ava understands, like she has for the past fifteen years: you have made a home together. you have made a home together everywhere you have ever been. 'well,' he says, hops down from the high chair and grabs a bottle of champagne from the fridge, then gets down two glasses. you wait, a little mesmerized as always, as ava pops the bottle skillfully. 'the 1993 dom p3.'
ava hands you a perfect pour a few moments later. 'you've been keeping this from me.'
she laughs again, her shoulders relaxing. 'i've been saving it for a special occasion.'
you lift your glass. 'to this brilliant wine bar,' you say, 'and to you.'
you clink glasses and the bubbles are light on your tongue.
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Ava's Wine and Cheese
Aotearoa New Zealand produces some really beautiful wines, especially crisp and tangy or floral and ripe-fruit-y (think peach!) whites. Thus, the bottle I brought to my girl from France was a Rhône Valley Crozes-Hermitage, a full-bodied red with notes of berries and spice. Ava announced on Tuesday that she would take care of dinner, and produced this tasty Wine and Cheese. The cheeses, if not French, were really very good, and paired beautifully with the wine.
She picked a "French Style" Brie, slightly firm with a deep strong flavour, spicy, nutty and gorgeously crumbly Aged Cheddar, and a a nice Feta, both fresh and salty, which she sprinkled with sage, marjoram and thyme. She liberally sprinkled Tamari Almonds onto the cheeses, and served them with Crackers, crusty Rustic Baguette, butter, and Dressed Lettuce --the Balsamic Vinegar in the dressing bringing a touch of sweetness to the whole meal!
The hardest part was opening the bottle as New Zealand wine doesn't come with cork stoppers, and we did not have a corkscrew. Luckily, the concierge uncovered a tiny Swiss knife in the lost and found, and we managed with the miniature corkscrew! (Do not try to push the cork in, as was her first suggestion; there's no better way to ruin a good beverage!)
Ava's Wine and Cheese worked really well because of the variety of cheeses, and how well each paired with the wine, and it was a tour de force, given we're not staying here very long! She pairs so wonderfully with me, eh?
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