#Seriously though--this thing is a very good compromise between having a loft and making sure I'm safe from falls

[delta-chan]

This is gonna be mine on Friday, just like God intended

[alittlextrathatway]

So, I’ve changed tactics on a multichap I started and because of that, this intro to the first chapter is now defunct. Instead of letting it get dusty in my google docs I thought I would share the non-spoilery bits. Enjoy!

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Severide knows why he’s up early. He has to be.

A day of fishing that starts late is a waste of time.

Boden can’t come to the bachelor party mostly as a result of the extremely thin professional and personal boundary he tries to maintain between himself and 51. Instead he offered to take the day off and go fishing with Kelly on his boat.

It’s a compromise Kelly can definitely live with.

What he didn’t expect when he woke up that morning was to find Sylvie Brett leaning against his kitchen island with a cup of coffee in her hands.

He stops and blinks tiredly at her. “What time is it?” He asks her.

“Five, why?” She says through a yawn.

“Just making sure I hadn’t missed my alarm. Last time you slept over no one saw you before lunchtime — and by you I mean you and Matt.”

She blushes but grins without shame. “I have somewhere to be today and Matt has shift so an early start it is.”

He walks around the island and gently hip checks her, playfully making room for himself in front of the coffee maker. “You’re off today too?”

She nods and bounces on her feet as a beaming smile spreads over her lips. In these moments, he remembers Sylvie when she was green and earnest, getting to know everyone at 51 for the very first time. She hasn’t changed too much, thank god. Not in any detrimental way at least. He’s watched from the sidelines for years as she became better and stronger — a leader the CFD could be proud of. He was in her orbit a lot in those early days but as life became busier that fell away and now that she’s dating Matt he finds himself growing close to her again.

He regrets ever letting them drift apart. He’s ashamed to say that he forgot how much fun she could be.

“I’m babysitting Amelia today,” she tells him. “Scott has a last minute all day work thing and his nanny is out of town so it’s Big Sister Sylvie to the rescue.”

“As opposed to every day Sylvie who never saves lives,” he teases dryly.

She rolls her eyes with a chuckle. “Right. Anyway, I still have to go back to my place and pack before I can hit the road.”

“Casey isn’t insisting on driving you?” Severide asks her with a knowing smirk. Every time Brett makes the trip out to Rockford, Matt makes sure to go with her. Casey would never admit it outloud, but Sylvie’s little sister has him wrapped around her tiny little finger. So does Sylvie Brett, but that’s beside the point at the moment.

She laughs lightly and shakes her head. “He tried, but I told him the house couldn’t afford to be missing both the PIC and the Captain at the last minute. Not with Boden no longer at 51 anyway. That seemed to convince him.”

“It would,” Kelly replies, laughing with her. “We’re all suckers for 51 and any of the people in it.”

There’s a shuffling sound from the other end of the room and they both look up just in time to see Matt walk into the living room.

“Are you leaving already?” He asks Sylvie as he joins them in the kitchen.

She nods and hands him her half finished coffee. “I need to be at Scott’s early so he can leave for work and I still have to pack.” Her arms go around his neck, she leans into his chest, and places a lingering kiss on his lips. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to leave without a proper goodbye. I promise.”

Matt’s arm circles her waist and pulls her flush against him, with their shared coffee in his free hand. “I’d hope not. We’d have to have a serious talk if you did.”

“You two are gross,” Severide declares with a teasing grimace. “Too new, too cute. Take it back to your room, Case.”

“You’re one to talk,” Matt fires back with a wide grin. “You and Kidd are equally disgusting.” He takes a sip of the coffee and then winces, turning to Sylvie with a mock accusatory glare. “How much sugar did you put in this?”

“Less than I normally do,” she replies, poking his side playfully. “Do you have something to say about it?”

Casey yelps and squirms away from her with a laugh. “No, babe. Not a single complaint. I’m fine with drinking mostly sugar and cream.”

Sylvie chuckles and pokes him again. “God, you’re a jerk.”

As much as Kelly teases them, he doesn’t actually find them disgusting. If he’s truthful, he’s ecstatic for Casey. And for Brett too. They’re two of the best people he knows and they’ve both had a lot of bad luck over the last few years. He’s relieved to see them happy and joyful. Casey may think he and Stella have a unique connection, but Casey and Brett have one too. One grown from friendship and mutual respect. It’s a stronger foundation than Severide had with Kidd when they started. He has a feeling his best friend has finally found his forever person and he anticipates things will move faster than either of them are willing to admit right now.

When Matt commits, he commits. It won’t take them long to take the next step. Whatever that looks like for them.

Sylvie takes her coffee back for another gulping sip and then sets it on the counter. “I should head out.”

Matt leans down to kiss her quickly and casually. “Be careful. Call me before you actually get on the road, yeah?”

“Of course,” she assures him as she runs a soft caress over his cheek. “I’ll call you when I leave for Rockford and when I get to Scott’s. I promise.” She grabs her duffle from where it sits by the door and slings the strap over her shoulder. “Have fun on your day off, Severide!”

“And you enjoy that little sister of yours!”

“You know I will!”

Matt walks her out of the loft with one hand on the small of her back and a besotted grin on his face. Severide chuckles softly and shakes his head.

As long as he’s known Matt, he’s never seen him so gone on anyone. He’s glad Casey and Brett worked it out. They deserve someone who reciprocates their feelings unconditionally.

******

Since Kelly and Sylvie are off, Matt offers to drive Stella to work in his truck. Carpooling saves her gas and mileage so she quickly agrees.

Severide is already gone by the time she wakes up. Fishing with Boden is serious business. She knows better than to keep him from it or delay him from leaving precisely when he means to.

On the way to the Firehouse, Matt’s phone rings from the phone mount on his dash. At the sight of Sylvie’s name he eagerly hits speaker.

“Hey,” he greets.

Stella grins at his chipper tone. It took them a while but she’s grateful her two best friends got their act together finally.

“Hey!”

“Stella’s with me. We’re on our way to work.”

“Oh! Hey, Stella!”

“Hey, Brett! How��s it going?”

“Good! Just stopping for a sugary treat before I hit the road.”

“Bear claw from The Doughnut Vault?” Matt asks knowingly.

“Of course! What else?”

He rolls his eyes with fond frustration. “That’s hardly breakfast.”

“I’ll make sure to eat some real food once I’m at Scott’s,” she promises. “I’m about to head that way now. Should be there in a couple of hours at most.”

“Good,” Matt agrees. “And don’t get so caught up in Mia that you forget to call me when you get there, okay?”

She laughs and the sound is bright. Brighter than anyone’s laugh should be before 8 in the morning, Stella thinks.

“I’ll do my absolute best not to forget. Believe me. I need to get on the road though so I should get off of here.”

“Okay, drive safe. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Bye, Brett! Give that baby a good squeeze for me!” Stella chimes in.

“I will! Have a safe shift, both of you.”

“I’ll try and keep the Captain in line but I make no promises. You know how he is.”

Sylvie laughs again but Stella can hear the genuine nerves underneath it. “I do know. Just make sure he stays in one piece.”

“Now that I think I can do.”

“Okay, okay, enough picking on me. Are you two done?” Matt asks with a dry laugh.

“For now,” Sylvie replies. “Call you when I get there. And then I’ll brag about how I’m getting all the baby cuddles and you’re not getting any of them.”

“Damn, Brett,” Stella says with a chuckle. “That’s cold!”

“I try to tell people how mean she is but no one will believe me,” Matt says, shaking his head and grinning playfully. “Take lots of pictures.”

“That’s a given. Talk to you later. I promise.”

“I’m holding you to that. If you don’t I’ll come looking for you. Don’t think I won’t,” Matt threatens, half seriously.

“Oh, I have no doubt you would. If only for the chance to be a baby hog. See you later!”

“Later,” Matt says just before she disconnects the call.

“You two sound sickeningly happy,” Stella observes, grinning widely.

“That’s what Severide said,” Matt replies with a chuckle. “And, you know what, I think we are. Sylvie is…well, she’s the best thing to happen to me in a very long time. So, if that means I’m disgustingly infatuated with her for the rest of my life then I’m okay with that.”

“It may be disgusting,” Stella concedes. “But it’s a good look for you. For her too. You both deserve someone who gives as much as you do. And there’s no one who gives more than you and Brett.”

Matt glances over at her as he parks his truck with a grateful expression. “Thank you, Kidd. I appreciate that.”

“Hey, I just call it like I see it.”

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Just little more klance again

More klance fics ive read.

Remember read author tags! There are some triggers, smut etc. So read with care yes?

the missing part   

"I can hear your thoughts," Keith nearly whispered.Lance went pale, but that wasn't what Keith was focused on.  Because he could feel the horror creeping up inside himself as Lance heard his declaration.  Because he could feel his own heart skip a beat in time with Lance's.  Because he could feel the rejection bubbling up inside him as Lance frantically worked out what all this meant."Wh—what are you talking about?" Lance said, stumbling over his words even while his mind screamed clear as day please say you're lying just say you're fucking with me don't play these kinds of games with me—

In which the paladins are subjected to the unfortunate consequences of a broken mind meld program.

20,357 words   AO3

What a Healing Pod Can't Repair

The compromised wormhole was ripping apart at the seams, sending everyone spiraling away in completely different directions. Lance could feel himself being pulled and bent in ways he was definitely not supposed to be

Stitching the team back together after everyone is separated is difficult, and for one Paladin rescue wouldn't be coming for a very long time.

55,777 words  AO3

Silver Tongued

One way or another,

His truth they will learn

Although perhaps the message

For them, incapable to discern

14,848 words   AO3

I'll Walk on Water to Lend You Some Air

(I've Never Loved a Darker Blue Series not completed 29,895 words 2 works)

Keith comes out of a healing pod having no idea how he ended up in it. The other paladins won't fill him in but everyone is acting weird, especially Lance. Keith is determined to find out what happened but when another mission goes wrong, he may not get the chance...

11,403 words  AO3

Love & Cheese

He’s a teenage boy, in way over his head. He’s a college kid, delivering pizzas on a bike that his mom bought for him when he was twelve. He’s a media major, a movie buff, and a total moron who’s madly in love with the snooty heartthrob at the Deli, who always gives him an extra slice of cheese. He’s a trainwreck, a total lovestruck fool, and a hopeless romantic who always says the wrong thing.

But today, despite everything, his one true goal in life is to tell the cute Deli-guy, loud and clear, “It’s not Lucas, it’s Lance.”

115,421 words   AO3

nothing's quite as sweet

Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

50,369 words   AO3

can you tell me 

(Coffee and Crowns Series not completed 51,487 words 2 works)

Keith works in his brother's coffee shop for the summer, expecting a boring break before college. Lance changes all of that.

The boy is still in the front of the group, but he doesn't take off his glasses so Keith can't tell what he's really looking at -- either the menu or Keith. Keith feels a flash of annoyance but smothers it and pins his smile in place.

28,058 words   AO3

The Bet

Something about the casual way Lance spoke to him, with easy grins and direct words that made Keith feel comfortable, but at the same time put him on edge. Like he wasn’t supposed to be feeling this ok around someone, not him. Keith, who barely had friends until college, shouldn’t have someone who could coax him into such a sense of security that he found himself agreeing to do things he’d never thought he’d do.

35,847 words   AO3

of florists and tennis shoes

'Lance wasn’t sure if he’d imagined the brief tremble at the corner of Keith’s lips or not, that slight stutter that promised a smile. But before he could guess further, Keith gave his knee a shove and got to his feet. He reached out to him, “I’m done here, and I’ve still got some daisies to sell you.”

“Yeah,” Lance agreed, looking down at the extended palm, noting the little Saturn tattoo on the inside of Keith’s wrist where the sleeve hiked. He took the hand, “better not overprice those too, you asshole.”'

63,783 words   AO3

Written on your skin

Keith is your typical troubled kid who's just trying to sort his life out. Things aren't perfect, but he's attending night school to get enough credits for university, he loves hanging out with Shiro and Matt on the weekends, and he's prepped to be the youngest member of his martial arts club to get his second Dan black belt. Things are looking up for Keith!

That is until strange notes start to appear on his arm.

They don't come off. At least, not when Keith tries to remove them. And they're written in handwriting that Keith knows isn't his.

So where are they coming from?

34,384 words   AO3

Unknown     (Series not completed 9 works, 123,151 words)

It’s been a few months since Keith’s dad remarried, leaving Keith at a new school with no friends, no mom, and no hope. The only thing that keeps him from going completely insane is Lance Fuentes, the charming, funny, and surprisingly intimidating boy that Keith’s been admiring (read: pining after) from afar since day one.After a bad day leaves Lance miserable and embarrassed, Keith takes a chance and uses the Garrison’s school messenger system to comfort him as an anonymous admirer named Unknown. What was supposed to be a one-sided message of hope turns into the strangest friendship in the school, and soon Keith finds himself closer to Lance then he’d ever dreamed he would be. But keeping a secret this big is hard--especially when a few chance encounters lead him to become friends with Lance in real life as well.Unable to explain to Lance that he’s Unknown, and equally unable to fade away as he’d first intended, Keith soon finds himself trapped in a web of secrets and lies. As he becomes desperate to keep his identity from being discovered, Lance becomes just as desperate to find out who Unknown really is. The question is, just how far are they willing to go?

82,141 words   AO3

You and I Collide    

Lance likes to sing in the shower.

Keith lives in the apartment next door and the walls are not very thick.  And you can bet when Lance wakes him up at 7:30 in the morning, Keith has something to say about it.

72,256 words  AO3

Follow My Lead

Becoming “hook-up buddies” with Lance Sanchez was just supposed to be a small, insignificant fraction of Keith’s life. But of course, things don’t work out that way at all.

117,792 words   AO3

A Sky Full of Stars

Lance's life is hectic between his civilian and superhero identities - that is, until his soulmate and a new villain arrive to town on the same day. What's more, this villain seems to have a few secrets of his own and it's possible that, whoever is behind that mask, may not be who he claims to be. Lance is determined to figure out just who this Red Paladin is.

63,596 words   AO3

Chivalry Is Dead

Prince Lance was an adventurer. That was all there was to it. So, when he's suddenly assigned a new knight to follow him around, all Lance can think is that his freedom is being taken away, and it's all because of the red-clad, mullet boy named Keith, who is honestly just trying not to lose his job on the first day.

61,071 words   AO3

Jealousy Thy Name Is Keith   A/B/O

Keith narrowed his eyes as he watched a large alpha lean close to Lance, saying something that caused the omega to bring a hand to his mouth and laugh as though it were the most dirty thing he’d ever heard.

Now that? That, was where Keith drew the line. He slammed the empty glass that had once contained alcohol, down onto the bar lined in purple neon lights, and made his way over to the omega, his friend, Lance. Keith draped an arm over the omega’s shoulders, smirking slightly.

14,268 words   AO3

Fated

In a world of magic, Lance is a wizard and traveling performer. He possesses a special talent, the talent to read the fates of those he meets, which he uses to bolster his act. Life is good, though lonely, until he meets a hermit wizard named Keith, and both have their fates changed forever.

11,283 words   AO3

fuckign witches

Keith Kogane wasn't really interested in the art of witchcraft until he found a small shop in the city - and it honestly was one of the best decisions he ever made.

38,111 words   AO3

just like heaven

Keith's got a second sight that comes with a lot of burdens. One is being saddled with banishing an obnoxious spirit haunting Hunk and Pidge's cozy San Francisco loft.

The other is dealing with said obnoxious spirit, a guy named Lance, who doesn't remember who he is, who his family is, or what he did before falling into a coma.

But with Lance's life on the line, the pair make a deal to figure out how to save him, and fast. Along the way, they find out fate tied them together in more ways than one.

37,784 words   AO3

Mr. Fahrenheit

Thousand of years ago dragons ruled the land. Burned shit. Caused a ruckus. Number one on everyone's shit list.

That stopped when Witchers, hunters of monsters and experts in combat and death dealing, arrived and drove dragons to the brink of extinction.

Now, less than a thousand dragons roamed the earth and Lance was one of them.

His new neighbor, Keith, happened to be a Witcher.

What could go wrong?

38,932 words   AO3

Arrest Me, Officer, I Dare You

"Stay still! Anything you say can and will be held against you." Keith said, voice firm. Blue's eyebrows shot up and his eyes crinkled in what Keith could tell was a smirk. The same smirk that made Keith want to punch him.

"Officer Kogane." Blue replied, the name rolling off his tongue easily. "Does that mean you'll be held against me? 'Cos I'd happily let that happen."

Keith is a police officer who seriously wants to arrest a certain blue-eyed thief.

Though, things don't usually go as planned.

37,619 words   AO3

[taneyhana]

Why I Kissed You || Alyssa & Taney || August 2016

Alyssa comes over to try on some of Taney’s clothes as she packs up her place at Oceanside to move into Lucas, wanting to get rid of as much as possible. Things heat up in between outfits and Taney lures Alyssa into her bed.

Taney: Taney maneuvered through boxes to answer the door. She knew Alyssa was coming, so she put on a black lace bralette and tiny denim shorts. "Hey gorgeous!" Taney greeted her and pulled her in. "I don't even know how it happened. I guess I got less worried about buying clothes when I won Ink Masters. Anyways, I know you've got similar style to me so try on some things, take as much as you want. Seriously, I'm naked 90% of the time."

Alyssa peeked her head in and looked at the sea of boxes. Definitely the right place. She smiled and waved. "Hey thanks for inviting me." She followed Taney as she pulled her in. Alyssa liked Taney, she had an edge to her, but she was still nice to Alyssa. "Uh well.. which ones are you keeping? I don't want to take anything that you still want."

Taney: "The stuff I need I already chucked into a suitcase. You're good to try on and take whatever's up here." Taney led her up to the loft part of the apartment that she'd used as the bedroom. "There's the closet and dresser, and the basket over here has clean laundry I never folded." She pointed as she talked and flopped onto the bed. "What's new with you, gorgeous? Have you been going to Flex Appeal without me?"

Alyssa nodded and looked around the apartment. She glanced around the room at the different things she was pointing out. There seemed to be a lot that would work for her. "Without you? No not really. I didn't sign up for a membership.. just sort of mooching off of yours" She laughed lightly as she picked up a shirt from the basket, holding it up to her frame. "I got a new job" She bounced on her toes unable to hide the excitement she felt just mentioning a new job.

Taney: smiled and laughed, "Mooch away, pretty lady, I enjoy your company!" Taney waved for her to try the shirt on. "Congratulations! Tell me about the new job!"

Alyssa was not shy about her body. She had been a stripper in the past, amongst other jobs. Most of the time in the apartment she wore a t-shirt and underwear. Cavin didn't seem bothered by it so she kept it that way. Taking off her shirt, she revealed her bare skin. Alyssa rarely wore a bra. The one she had was in the wash anyway. "Well, it's at the hospital.." She pulled the shirt down over her head. "And it is in the Community Outreach program. So I am super excited about that"

Taney: Taney had seen plenty of Alyssa at yoga, she knew the lines her body could make and the way she moved. Taney had also always been vocal in her compliments when she thought someone was attractive. She watched the shirt go over her friend's head and thought about those toned muscles while she listened to her talk, "CC West? They do amazing things there. I get free child care there for Wednesday without compromising her learning if I would've put her in a posh one. What does Community Outreach entail?"

Alyssa looked for a mirror and upon finding one looked at herself in the shirt. It looked good on her. It didn't fight too tight, but it wasn't massive. Besides, she was in no position to turn down clothes. "Yeah I am so excited to start working there. Free child care? Oh I have heard that's a big deal. Girls I used to work with really struggled with child care." She grabbed a pair of black jeans, and held them up. they were a little short and Alyssa knew if she tried to fit her butt into the jeans they would be even shorter. Still, she would try them on and possibly cut them off into shorts. Alyssa pulled down her manly cargo-esque shorts. "Well it's just doing things that are helpful. So doing things for the homeless, or trauma victims or big tragedies. Things like that" Stepping out of her shorts, she pulled the jeans up over her pale purple thong. Wiggling her hips to try to fit them over her thighs, she jumped and they slipped on.

Taney: "It is a big deal since rent in Los Angeles costs so much. Her father and I would have split the cost if there was any, but luckily we won't have to. I don't want to split or share anything thing with that guy." She laughed and rolled off the bed, slipping into the closet to grab one of the large hemp bags she took with her when she went grocery shopping. She nodded, "Is that putting you under Boyce? I know he handles emergency response stuff." She watched her butt wiggle into the jeans. "If the jeans aren't fitting right it's probably because you'd got such a better butt than me. There are skirts and dresses, too... some might even be good for the new j-o-b."

Alyssa rolled her eyes at the mention of rent in Los Angeles. "Don't even get me started. I checked prices when I first got here and I wanted to cry. Luckily, Cavin is the nicest person on this earth and lets me stay with him as long as I take care of the place." She turned and looked at Taney when she mentioned her ex. "Yeah, my ex was pretty bad too." She smiled having yet another thing in common with her. "Yeah I'm under Boyce. I don't know him too well but he seems nice." She laughed at the mention of her butt. "I have the huge Greek thighs that make pants impossible. I will definitely take a look at the dresses though. I need to look more professional." She slid the pants back down wondering if she should take them or not.

Alyssa rolled her eyes at the mention of rent in Los Angeles. "Don't even get me started. I checked prices when I first got here and I wanted to cry. Luckily, Cavin is the nicest person on this earth and lets me stay with him as long as I take care of the place." She turned and looked at Taney when she mentioned her ex. "Yeah, my ex was pretty bad too." She smiled having yet another thing in common with her. "Yeah I'm under Boyce. I don't know him too well but he seems nice." She laughed at the mention of her butt. "I have the huge Greek thighs that make pants impossible. I will definitely take a look at the dresses though. I need to look more professional." She slid the pants back down wondering if she should take them or not.

Taney: Wednesday's father did the same thing. I was living in a Super 8 hotel when I first moved to Los Angeles and I had a decent amount of money but not enough for a first and last month's deposit." Taney shrugged, she may be afraid of Mav but she still loved him...even though she knew it was unrequited and toxic. "Boyce is awesome, very funny and nice." Taney folded the pants and tucked them in the bag. "Who knows, maybe the yoga will lean out those sexy Greek thighs. I like 'em how they are though." She giggled and playfully flicked Alyssa's leg. "There are heels and flats in the closet too. I wear size 6."

Alyssa nodded thinking it would have been nice to have been in a hotel for a while. Luckily her shelter streak didn't last too long here. "Well at least you are here and away from him right?" She smiled hearing about her new coworker. "That's awesome. I can't wait to get started. I hope I do okay." She laughed at the thought of her thighs ever getting smaller. "That's pretty much impossible. They stay this size no matter what." Alyssa started laughing when she was offered shoes. Looking down at her severely worn tennis shoes she wiggled her toes. "Yeah I am a size nine."

Taney: She nodded, "Yeah, but it's still stressful being homeless. Lucas won't let me end up on the street, but I don't want to impose too long." Taney smiled a little, Alyssa was right, anywhere was better than back at her ex's house. "When are you starting?" Taney popped off the bed and moved to the small top left drawer of her dresser. It was supposed to be for jewelry but as she'd packed she chucked bits and bobs she found. She pulled out a gift card for DSW and another for target and flopped back on the bed, tucking them in the hemp bag. "Damn, I'll probably have to post them on the network then. I'm sure you'll find a nice pair of black heels and black flats for the new job. I vote heels though because you have to show of all of this." Taney smirked and gestured to Alyssa's ass and legs.

Alyssa looked down still unwilling to tell people what her living situation had been previous to Cavin. "That's nice of Lucas." She shrugged and looked back at Taney "I think Monday. Or that's what I would assume. Some paperwork might still need to be ironed out." She took off her shirt and flipped through the dresses. There were so many, but Alyssa did not want to be greedy. "Heels I can do. I can walk in heels like nobody's business." She was used to heels from her stripping days. She laughed when Taney gestured to her ass. Wiggling her butt playfully, she grinned and turned back towards the dresses, searching through them. Trying to find the perfect first day outfit.

Taney: Taney saw a lot of her self in Alyssa and it made her appreciate where she was. It also made her happy that Micah was helping people like Alyssa, but Taney kept these thoughts to herself. Instead, she watched Alyssa flip through the dresses. “Try them all on. I packed what I’m keeping and it’ll be a pain in the ass to lug them to a donation place. Seriously, most of them are work appropriate with some tights and a cardigan. Do you have stockings, a garter belt, and all that?”

Alyssa turned and looked at all the dresses. She of course didn't need all of them. She'd rather see that some get donated. She glanced at taney pure confusion written on her face. "What is a garter belt?" She picked a simple black dress off the hanger and held it up. "Think this one will look okay?"

Taney: With a smile Taney popped into the closet where she’d left lingerie she’d not packed, a lot of which still had tags. Her sex life happened to entail the destruction of lingerie with more frequency than even she cared to admit. So she rifled through and turned up with new things. She set it all on the bed and approached Alyssa slowly. “May I dress you up and show you? The dress will look lovely over it all, I promise.”

Alyssa looked at all of the lacy, silky things laid out on the bed. It reminded her of her days as a stripper. But even then, nothing she owned was that nice. Tracing her fingertips over the material, she couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like on and if she'd look good. 'Okay.. sure" She smiled but kept her eyes on the lingerie she already started to want.

Taney: Taney was slow and careful with her movements. As much of a stereotype as it may have been, women were truly a harder read than men. What she new about Alyssa always surprised her and she knew that they were similar and some ways, her quietness at times and the maturity and expressions on her face made Taney think there was even more they had in common that had yet to be revealed. So, as her finger slipped underneath the fabric touching Alyssa’s skin, she let her fingers spread wide, enjoying her warm skin rather than pressing her lips to the exposed flesh. Alyssa’s eyes were on the lingerie and Taney’s were on hers. Taney softly turned her friend at the hips so that her bare body faced the mirror. She took the time to explain how it worked, why it worked, and the perfect lines and styles for Alyssa’s body type. Taney’s fingers drew those lines across Alyssa’s skin and when she was done, wound up and wanting to taste her she kissed Alyssa’s shoulder before resting her chin here. Looking in the mirror Taney locked eyes with Alyssa, trying to read how she felt about being touched, kissed, and doted on by another woman. “You are so absolutely beautiful, Alyssa.” With a dreamy sigh she laid on the bed next to the lingerie. She had made the first move, now Alyssa would have to choose, put on the lingerie and the dress or take the kiss and put a temporary pause on the closet raid.

Alyssa watched as Taney traced her fingertips across her skin. She listened carefully to everything Taney said, being drawn in naturally by Taney's magnetism. Taney kissing her shoulder like that sent shivers through her body. This wasn't like when she worked at the club. The girls all played, but were all rolling on something or another. It was just a side effect. This was real. Taney's comment and her interest. Alyssa naturally turned and watched as Taney went back to the bed. Like a bug drawn to the light, Alyssa followed without hesitation. Climbing on the bed, she flung one leg over Taney, straddling her. "You're beautiful too." Her hands moved down and tucked under Taney's shirt.

Taney: It was a pleasant surprise to see Alyssa taking the initiative. When Alyssa’s hands wandered up her shirt she let her own wander up the girl’s arms until the made it to her neck, pulling the girl down to her for a kiss. Taney let her fingers tangle in the soft brown hair as her lips parted and her tongue tasted. It was always exciting to find someone new to take in. Alyssa had always been high on her mental list of people to play with and now that it was happening she took her time to drink her in. When Taney’s green eyes opened there was a cat-like grin on her face. She rolled Alyssa over and rocked her hips into the young woman. “I’d like to play with you, if you want.” Taney was, as per usual, in the mood. Kissing was one thing, but she wouldn’t move forward without the okay. As she waited her hands pawed at the exposed bits of Alyssa’s flesh, tickling her gently.