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Rent is Theft, part 22

Read from the beginning here, read the previous chapter here. Note: My MC is a Filipina trans woman and I am not. If you have notes on that or anything else, hit me up.

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We finally forced ourselves to go do proper cleanup on my apartment, the hellhole. I turned on the oven hood and the bathroom fan to vent funky smells, cleaned up everything I could, amassed some garbage bags worth of horribleness, ran some laundry, took out the trash from cleaning twice.

We left the main chalk circle intact, policing the edges and clarifying it from the bulk chalk. I recreated the triangle on fresh floor, and the symbols of mercury inside it. I only drank a glass of wine for the drunkenness aspect of my magic. Hopefully it would be sufficient. I was hoping to ease off of my alcoholism sometime soon.

During it all we had more visits from floories, made plans, and so on. At last we parted ways - Leimomi to clean herself up in her apartment, me to finish up some work in my own. I’d never gotten a proper bed, but was able to borrow a few ottomans and cushions from Deandre to at least make a good surface for lovemaking, all put together in place.

I’d set out a bunch of candles and I would be damned if they didn’t get lit, every one. This was going to be romantic as Hell... OK, my bedroom wasn’t nearly as cool without the decor that had gone out the window, but in the candlelight, all that would be visible is sweet sweet love.

She came over, wearing clean capri leggings and a fresh t-shirt, although now she had a flannel over the top. She did it! For my part, I was wearing a gauzy black gown over bright purple lingerie. We both had our heads under fresh wraps.

“Whoa, where’d you get the flannel?,” I asked, hoping she’d see my carnal interest was genuine.

“I borrowed it, don’t wanna say. Wow, you’re so pretty.”

“Aww, I love you. And you’re so handsome.” I tugged on the borrowed shirt. Honestly, I knew it had to have come from Perry - tallest guy on the floor - probably by way of Patrick. An impressive act of bravery on her part.

“Thank you, Courtney.”

I locked up the door.

She looked into my bedroom, seeing all the candlelight. “Why do you have all of that? I don’t wanna see myself.”

“Oh, hon, it’s not much light. It’s to be romantic. Candles! Did you have enough to eat, or do you want to go straight to my boudoir?”

“I ate.” She stood in the door of my bedroom and I slid on by, taking up her hands.

I pulled her inside. “Come in, feel the romance!”

She scrunched her brows adorably and let herself be dragged, though she wasn’t comfortable enough to take a seat just yet. I had a mix of slow R&B jams from the late ’80s early ’90s on, something by SWV at that moment. I pulled her into a slow dance.

“How do you like my slow jams?”

“It sounds funny. Is it super old?”

“Old and moldy. I haven’t thought about a lot of these songs since they were new, but I got them for nostalgia a long time ago, and then I was, like, better for a date than my grunge music.”

“Yeah, OK. It’s nice.” She was distracted. “But I’m putting out these lights before we do stuff.”

“Sure thing, baby.” I kissed her and it worked. She started paying attention to the task at hand - love. We slow danced for another couple of songs, made out, felt each other up.

“Am I butch yet? Or is it queer because I have lipstick?”

“I don’t care. Whatever you are, I want some.”

*Big redacted sex scene: thing to know for later is that it ended with a condom-wrapped cucumber with a dishtowel wrapped in the middle part balanced on a towel rack in the bathroom*

There was a knock at the door. Our R&B slow jams surely could be heard in the hall. Didn’t they know what it meant, when Keith Sweat was singing “Make it Last Forever”? “We can ignore that, babe.”

“What if it’s an emergency?”

“They’ll get more insistent.”

“Get your robe on. Go.” She kissed me and pushed me away.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed my robe, and went to the door. I noticed she was following me, completely *****, so I resolved to keep the door mostly shut for her. I answered it, poking my head out.

“Graeme? What could you possibly need at this hour? Cup of sugar? Baking cookies?”

She giggled behind me.

“Sorry, I heard you were taking the night off, but didn’t know it was all the way off. I’ll leave you be.” He started away and I closed the door, but Momi kept me cornered there.

“Hey. We should bring him in.”

I blinked. “What? Are you kidding?”

She reached past me and opened the door, calling out, “GREE-EEM. COME BACK.”

“No! No. Are you crazy? Why?” I turned to tug on her arm, try to get the door closed again. She was too strong.

“You did a three-way before. We should do a three-way. I can find out why he’s so hot.”

“I do not want to mess us up again. It would mess us up again! Please, Momi!”

From out in the hall I heard his voice, muffled by the door being mostly closed. “Umm, what’s going on?”

She looked at me earnestly, but with an impish streak as well. “It won’t mess us up. It’s just for fun. Greem! Hey!”

I could feel my face folded in a thousand places like paper sculpture. “Are you for real?”

“We’re in love, we’re good. This is just for fun.” She kissed me. “Hey Greem, come in!”

“I don’t think so. Sounds weird in there. Good night, girls.”

She pushed the door open farther and I half fell into the hall. “No, man. Come back, come in.”

“I just wanted to plan the exorcism stuff. It’s no big deal.”

Momi poked my back. “I want him in here, c’mooon...”

“Oh my god,” I said. “Graeme, come on. Please, just give me a moment?”

He got a grumpy look and only came back as far as the door.

Leimomi peeked out. “C’mon, you know you want it.” Then she slipped away, embarrassed at herself at last?

He said, “No. I know you Courtney, at least enough to know this is a mess I’d best avoid.”

“You’re not wrong, but please.” I reached out my arm. “Come in, just a moment, hear me.”

He bit his lip, most unsexily. It was the lip biting of, “I don’t wanna say swear words,” but he came back to the door.

I speedily doffed my robe, throwing it over Leimomi’s body. She giggled and caught it there, just holding it over herself under the arms like a sheet or towel after a bath. For my own modesty, I just leaned on the kitchenette island and looked over at him from a profile view. Not much visible there in the dim light, I hoped.

“Uh, hi Greem,” Momi said.

“It’s Graeme. Courtney?”

“It’s like this, bud. The love of my life over here got a wild hare to bring somebody non-threatening in for a three-way. Tag, you’re it.”

She made a coy face at him. “You know you wanna *redacted*, right?”

He was still grumpy. He held out his arm and I didn’t understand at first. Then I realized he was showing us something. Red blood dripped from it and splashed on the floor. “You see this?”

“God, Graeme, are you OK?” I forgot my modesty and turned to face him, took a step forward.

“Yeah. I figured out it isn’t blood. If it was, I’d be dead by now.”

“What is it?,” Leimomi asked.

“I’m literally red-handed because of this curse stuff. Most of the time it just looks like port-wine stain, but when I’m doing anything, let’s say, naughty, it starts to pour this red stuff.”

“Naughty how?,” she asked.

“At work it’s fine. When I come home here, when I first get in the building, it starts. Kinda thin, like sweat, but enough to mess up a shirt. I know it’s ridiculous, but when I try to *redacted*? It’s like this. If I do anything sexy with you, it’s gonna look like the elevator lobby at The Overlook Hotel.”

I said, “And here I just thought it was you trying to be a good boy, keep me from messing up my love life again.”

“That’s part of it too. You just got with her, right. You wanna mess that up? This is how people mess things up.”

I looked at Momi. “See, we agree. Bad idea, baby. You really think we’re ready to get somebody else in our bed without causing weird feelings? Problems?”

She made an expression like a three year old giving up on her dream of buying a puppy. “I guess.”

“You really wanna do this, don’t you?,” I asked.

“Even with the Kool-Aid man hosing down your sheets?,” he asked.

She nodded and let the robe slip off one tit. “I dunno. What do you think, Grame?”

“Graeme. You can see what my body thinks.” He held up his hands, red dripping off of the fingers rapidly. “I don’t think I’m convinced yet, in my mind.”

She looked at me. “Is this OK?” She stepped closer to Grime, dropped the gown further, holding it at waist level.

“Give it a try, hon.”

“*redacted*” She cocked her head and smiled at him.

“Oh god,” he said. He kept his hands clasped in front of himself and looked back and forth between us in a small panic.

“Try it out, Graeme. See if you can handle it. I believe her. This is just about fun, you’re just gonna be a fling for us, and we’ll still be in love tomorrow.”

She nodded enthusiastically and *redacted*.

“Damn, Graeme. I’d do it, if I was you.”

“Oh god,” he said again.

*Big redacted sex scene. The thing to know for later is that Momi and Courtney’s head wraps escaped again and made it into yokai erotica.*

“Oh no,” Momi cried, as her hair recovered its strength. It bunched up behind her head and pushed her off the bed. It spun and twisted in the air around her like the erotic display of some unclassfiable deep sea organism - bigger than before.

But she was able to join in the fight, and between the three of us, we got it tied up. We worked in stages - I got a big hank tied in a knot, then another, and while they punched me I caught them from behind with a pillowcase. Then I tied that to a piece Grime was pinning down, and so on.

At last we were done, laying across the slime-drenched furniture, totally wasted.

Leimomi said, “I’m so sorry. I guess it really was a bad idea.”

Grime said, “I had no idea.”

“Yeah,” I said, “Let’s not do that again.” I patted Grime on the shoulder to reassure him, then went to kiss my girl. “It’s OK. Not your fault, babe. I’ll get us some water and snacks, then we can try to clean up this nightmare.”

“Thank you, Courtney.”

I took care of my friend and my lover. Could I have one night that didn’t end in total exhaustion and hellish explosions of slime? I’d have to work on that. ***

The red washed out well - not like blood at all. Still, it was an all day chore to get it out of the furniture. That meant we weren’t able to get an exorcism in at the end of the night, but at least I spoke with Patrick and came up with a new ritual more tailored to his situation. We also had the idea to try and make it a double - exorcise Perry at the same time.

Talking things through with Leimomi and Grime, we were mercifully not too traumatized by the experience, but agreed to keep an eye out for PTSD symptoms. We had all been *redacted*, in a sense. Good to be careful with our hearts for a while.

The day after that I was out shopping and shoplifting for magic supplies when I got a call from Grime. On his way to work, he’d overheard that they were doing a heat treatment for bed bugs on the entire thirteenth floor the very next day. Would we feel the effects?

Neither of us knew, but I made sure to let people know - to stock up on water and food that didn’t need to be cooked in case we were sweltering, anything else to help limit our comings and goings, keep heads low until the treatment was finished. I figured the more we used the elevator while that was going on, the more likely we’d run into management, raise suspicion.

That night we did the exorcism. It was a much less vomitous affair, which had me concerned that it didn’t work. But on examination, the old gay gents were clean! We did it. Everything was coming up roses.

The day of the heat treatment, most of the floories took my advice to stay in - including Patrick, worn out from the exorcism and having some sick days to burn. Leimomi and I distributed the food and supplies, so we got to visit with everyone, at least briefly. It was nice to see Mike in human coloration again, though he looked worse for wear in other respects.

Grime was the only person who chose to stay out of the apartments during the day of the bug bake. Work was going into crunch time, and no one would think anything of him staying there all hours. I invited Momi to stay in my apartment, and that morning we had bologna sandwiches and oranges for breakfast and listened to some tunes.

When would the burning begin? The concrete between floors meant we couldn’t hear men walking around with equipment, doing setup. We could judge by how often we felt the slight hum from the elevator’s movement, but it could barely be felt above the sound of music or mild conversation.

I feel like the night of sex gone wrong put a big damper on Leimomi’s recent friskiness, which was OK. We had forever to get in the mood again, and it was relaxing to lay together without the expectation it might turn into something more physically demanding. After breakfast we lounged on my fake bed, finally dried out from the cleaning a few days before. We said nice things and kissed and held hands.

“I’m glad we got out of Pilipwaii. Too many nuns and nosy neighbors,” I said.

“Yeah.” She lazily closed her eyes. “And everybody wanted you to be a model, Miss Pilipwaii. We could never be a secret if you did that.”

“So true. But is it suspicious that we came to a renowned lesbian mecca?”

“You think they know something? Will we be able to ever go home again?”

“Too risky. Gotta live free. We’ll send our families christmas cards and they can just pretend things are normal, if they have to.”

“Losers. I wouldn’t even send them a christmas card.”

“Good idea. Same money on stamps, spend it on lesbian things for your new life.”

“Can we do my haircut tomorrow night?”

“Marcie and Richie really wanna go next, but I think they’ll understand. Yours is pretty dangerous. Richie’s could theoretically burn down the building, but they’ve basically got it under control. You don’t.”

“Yeah, god. I’m glad Grime was there to help out this time.” Pain wrinkled her brow.

“It’s OK babe, let’s not talk about it.” I kissed her forehead. “Once they’re done with the heat, let’s go split a sandwich at Subway and have some nice cold pop.”

“Yeah, I like that. What kind of sandwich?”

“We could just do whatever the five dollar one is.”

“Not if it’s tuna or meatballs. Yuck.”

“I like tuna alright.”

“I dunno. Sometimes it's OK,” she said, “but most times I don’t like it. It doesn’t taste like nothin’ and it’s funky and feels weird in my mouth.”

“That sounds like a challenge to me. I’ll get an expensive piece of tuna from Whole Paycheck and cook it up just right, and you’ll be ‘Oh Courtney I love your tuna so much’.”

“Hehe, you can try. Bet it still sucks.”

“Argh.” I lay my head down on her chest. I quickly picked it up again - we had stuck together with early stage sweat. “I wonder if they started, or if that’s just from the day warming up.”

“Am I gross?”

“Never. I don’t like sticking to people or things like that. But there’s a fix.” I awkwardly rearranged myself to pull a thin section of bedsheet between us, and nestled back into place. “Nice.”

“You think it’s gonna get hotter?”

“It really shouldn’t get very hot in here. I looked it up and concrete absorbs heat slow and releases it slow. So basically, the heat will come through only a little at a time, have a chance to cool out before it heats us up too much.”

“That’s science?”

“I guess. The man said it would get up to one hundred twenty-five degrees for three hours. That’s awful, but that’s upstairs. No way it gets that bad down here.”

“OK, Courtney.”

I took her hand again. “The windows don’t open so the only way I could clear out Mike’s barf smell was running the oven hood fan and the bathroom fan. Those connect to some pipes that carry air away. Hot air rises, maybe if we run those it’ll help cool things off.”

“Alright.” She fidgeted with my rings. “We hafta move out of here as fast as we can, but where would we go?”

“Can’t go back to Pilipwaii. The nuns will get us.”

“I’m serious. We could go to a shelter down in Tacoma or something, but it’s gonna be rough.”

“Yeah, I hate that. But if I can get a job and we can hold out for just one month, we could have enough for the down payment to move into a real place. Reminds me, I need to get more interviews lined up.”

“Maybe I should do a job.”

“I don’t want you to do that. It’s hard to get a good one, and some of the bad ones are really really bad.”

“Sometimes guys would do day labor. You know what that is?”

“I think so. You go to a temp agency or something like that, just wait, and if they get something they send you to it. Right? I feel like they probably give those guys just the worst kind of work to do, like moving big bags of concrete or moving hundred pound boxes of freight.”

“Yeah, but if you do good, you could get a hundred bucks.”

“The cheapest we’ll be able to pay for a legal place is gonna be twenty times that, as a down payment. If you push around hundred pound blocks for twenty days, you could get crippled for life. It ain’t worth it, babe. Just wait for me. I swear, I’ll get this.”

“I believe you. But I’m worried. This is...” She looked uncomfortable, sweat beginning to bead on her brow.

“Too hot to snuggle now, isn’t it?” I eased off of her and scooted a foot away. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She tucked the sheet under her arm, not liking the feel of sticking to herself.

“Yeah, it’s my fault. Whole thing was my idea.”

“I didn’t hafta say yes. I didn’t even hafta say yes to bein’ your girlfriend.”

“Yeah, I better not push my luck by calling attention to your questionable decisions, hehe. I’ll get us some water bottles.” I got up and went to grab that.

There was a knock at the door when I was conveniently close. I opened it, noting the handle was a bit warm in my palm. “Marcie, hi. You wanna come in?”

“Naw, the less people we got in any one room is probably gonna be a good thing. You notice it?”

“I know. It’s heating up fast. I don’t like it.”

“I just think, y’know, it’s the last minute. Those guys are probably up and down in the elevators, we oughtta sit tight. Or should we? We can get out now, maybe just try an’ stay out all day, like Olivia and Knobby usually do.”

“I think we all have to make those calls for ourselves. You might be right. I’d just hate for one of us to get caught. Like even if it gets to a hundred ten down here, we can guzzle water, put wet towels on our heads, whatever, just squeak through. And it really shouldn’t come to that. We got a layer of concrete between us and them.”

“Yeah.”

“Might wanna turn on your fans, see if they can suck out some hot air. And of course, turn off all your lights.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Well, let’s stop breathing this hot air all over each other. I’ll see ya, hon.”

“See you, Marcie.”

I closed the door. The knob already felt warmer.

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#Rent is Theft #part 22 #nanowrimo july 2021

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mercurygray · 8 years ago

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Phoster, 46

46: “Have you seen - oh.”

I cheated on this one. Behold, THE SPACE AU… and a drabble that’s really actually about someone else.

Mary looked around her shared quarters for the tenth time and gave up. Emma had clearly moved the holobook - but where? Her room was empty, and Mary

“Alexandria, give me the location of Second Lieutenant Green.”

“Lieutenant Green is scheduled to be at her lessons with Chaplain Hopkins,” The ship’s computer announced agreeably. “Her comlink shows that is her present location. Would you like me to try hailing her?”

Mary considered and then thought better of it - she always hated barging into peoples’ conversations via comlink. “I’ll go find her myself,” she decided, “I need the walk.”

The Alexandria’s chapel was tucked high into the command column, with a wide spread of windows that looked out onto the great vastness still waiting to be explored. Mary never felt quite at home in there - all that openness - but people found God in stranger places.

She rounded the corner, still composing her thoughts, Sorry to interupt, but have you seen -

Oh.

The ship’s chaplain and Emma were indeed in the chapel, and engaged in a very committed study - the book left forgotten on the table behind Henry in favor of a more arresting subject in the chair.

Mary immediately stiffled the rest of her thought, ducked back out of the open door and hoped they hadn’t heard, making a beeline for her assigned medbay and not stopping until she was safely back at the nearest workstation.

“Something wrong?” Jed asked, coming in from one of his patients and setting down his scanner on the edge of the workstation.

“I went to go ask Emma if she’d moved my holobook, and when I got to the chapel…I was…interrupting.”

“I have no doubt letting Emma tell you where she moved your book was a sight more interesting than scripture study with the Chaplain,” Jed said flatly.

“They ….were not studying scripture,” Mary said carefully, and Jed frowned at her a while until his eyebrows climbed and his mouth opened in growing interest, his glee at this development readily apparent.“… And that is all I am going to say on the matter, Jed Foster, so stop giving me that tell-me-all puppy face,” she ordered quickly, rising from the station and quickly crossing the room to her office, Jed following in close pursuit.

He looked very much like he was trying to keep himself from crowing, but bit the urge back to gloat. “You must at least admit it’s funny,” Jed begged, once the door was securely shut. “Hopkins and our Princess.”

“He’s not a complete babe in the woods, Jed, whatever you might think - he was giving some very well-reasoned, heart-felt advice to Ensign Rhee about interspecies, interstellar relationships and cross-cultural expectations in marriage - and I know he spent a year of study on Abraxas, he was telling Lieutenant Grame about it and he admitted there was a…person there for a while.”

“Abraxas - with the …” Jed made a vague motion in the direction of his head and Mary nodded. The doctor looked impressed. “Henry, you naughty boy. Were they kissing?” he asked quietly, persuasively, moving her against the wall. Mary frowned and then gave in to his bleedingly obvious ploy, rolling her eyes in a way that indicated an affirmative. “On the lips, or elsewhere?”

“Jed-”

“I require data for my diagnostic model, Nurse Phinney,” Jed growled a little, making Mary’s pulse race a little at the suggestion in it. “If the Chaplain - or Green – requires treatment for a broken heart later I need to know how bad it’ll be.”

“You think it’ll be Henry’s heart that’s broken?” Mary asked, studying him for a moment in complete seriousness.

“I think Nurse Green has had more boyfriends than there are books in the Bible,” Jed said quickly, pressing his body to Mary’s and lightly kissing the side of her neck, her jaw, her ear. “Now, was it on the lips, or …thus?”

“Lips,” Mary said, closing her eyes.

“Were clothes involved?” Her lover asked, his own hands sliding under her shirt to cup her back.

“Skirt to head of femurs and acetebulum and rising, hands on occipital,” Mary said, the medical terms rolling easily off her tongue as she moved her own hands to the back of Foster’s head, just as Emma’s had been wrapped around Henry’s. “Shirt open to the manubrium of the sternum.”

“Mmm, serious indeed. I would go interrupt myself but as you see - I’m otherwise engaged…”

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For those of you following along at home, the femur is the large bone in your upper leg and the acetabulum is the hip joint - which mean’s Emma’s skirt was *very* high indeed.

#come talk to me about my trashy space au #mercy street pbs #mercy street AU #i have written a thing #mary phinney #jed foster #Emma green #henry hopkins

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Telefonul e primit în teste de la Orange.

LG Velvet – primele impresii Era o vreme când eram fan LG, am folosit un LG G3 vreme de un an și jumătate, mi se păreau telefoane foarte faine prin 2014.

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