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Truth In His Lies - Britta Perry/Michelle Slater, Britta Perry & Jeff Winger

A/N: Day 14 for @sintember

“It wasn’t me…” Jeff speaks quickly, honestly, even as he looks at Britta curled into herself on the sofa before looking back at Michelle, his voice low. “It wasn’t me. She had those nightmares with me too…” Later, much later, they’ll learn the truth. That Britta had suffered horribly with exes, with Vaughn most of all, the man’s easy-going façade hiding deep rooted hatred for Britta in ways neither of them could understand. Jeff is the one to bring Vaughn to justice, swift and merciless in a way that should get him arrested. He doesn’t care, not when it means Britta might sleep peacefully, might find happiness with Michelle. Michelle is quiet that night when Britta curls closer, slim fingers curling into her nightshirt and hair as Michelle kisses her sweetly, drawing her closer and stroking soothing circles at her back even as her free hand smooths Britta’s curled hair gently. “You’ll be safe with me Britta.”

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Love Confessions 101 - Britta Perry/Michelle Slater

A/N: Day 6 for @sintember

“Michelle Slater, do not get back together with Winger.... I love you.... I'm tired of hiding…” The words hang in the air. Michelle, who had put aside so much longing for the other woman now pulls back, considers what she had been about to do and turns to look at Britta. Britta who she had been nothing but mean to, Britta who had allowed her to insist on Enemies with Benefits. Britta who, now, was taking a huge risk in coming clean. There’s silence as the Dean pulls the mic away from Britta a second time, the girl’s eyes are shining with unshed tears, the emotion so raw that Michelle’s own eyes sting even as she allows herself to move forward, towards the smaller blonde. “You love me?” The question hangs in the air as she moves closer still, watching the tremble of Britta’s hands and drawn to take them in her own, squeezing softly. “Britta?” “I do…” Britta’s voice is soft and Michelle smiles, stepping one step closer, releasing Britta’s hands to pull her closer, letting their lips meet softly, her grip gentle in Britta’s softly curling blonde hair and against her back. “I love you too, Britta Perry.” The honesty in her voice draws a soft sigh, an almost sob, from Britta even as she curls her arms tighter around the girl, drawing her away from the stage as the Dean continues the announcement of the ‘Tranny Queen’ winner, her smile soft when she hears Britta’s name. “Go get your crown babe…” Later, much later, they leave, arm in arm, Britta barely hiding a scoff at the sight of Jeff with Annie, her eyes rolling even as she keeps walking. “Man cannot handle losing…” “But he did… he lost us.” Michelle’s smile is soft, her voice gentle. “I’m so glad you risked it… I don’t know I’d have been brave enough…” They make their way home, Britta smiling as she helps Michelle untangle her hair, jewellery and dress, her own clothes dropping away slowly until she can move into Michelle’s arms again, kissing her a second time before moving away to find something to wear to sleep in, letting out a startled moan when Michelle presses against her back, kissing her neck. That night is the first night they really make love, choosing a slower, softer, passion than usual.

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Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous - Tamerlane Usher/Susan McAlester

A/N: Day 3 for @sintember. Smut below.

Tamerlane trembles at being stared at. She always has. Fame is not her friend… but as she shudders and shimmers, she is being watched. She doesn’t know it, yet. It’s only when the fuss dies down around them both that she finds Susan has approached her, settling beside her at the bar, the open bar, provided by the woman’s father. “Hello Tammy…” “Su?” “You alright?” Tamerlane twitches a half-smile, then shakes her head. “Royally fucked up Goldbug…. I miss…. I miss being famous for being… good. Caring about something… not daddy’s… daddy’s bullshit.” “Well… I did have a mystery benefactor for the Sharks… maybe that was you? Nobody needs to know otherwise.” “You’d do that?” Susan smiles, half-shrugs. “The man is dead, he was a sleaze anyway… yeah I’d do that…. They’ll think we’re together anyways when we’ve been talking this long…” Tamerlane barks a laugh then, then sighs. “I wish… no, I’m just the idiot who lost a good man through being… a mess.” Susan’s hand curls over Tamerlane’s, her squeeze soft. “They don’t need to know that…” They leave together, Susan making a point to curl a protective arm around Tamerlane, their hands entwine when Tamerlane covers her grip at her waist, Susan smiling down at her. It's only once they are safe, locked into Tamerlane’s home, that either dares let themselves want something. Tamerlane moans into Susan’s mouth even as Susan yanks her wrap dress open, a slim hand slipping into Susan’s tapering jeans. Susan breaks away only when they can’t keep their balance, letting Tamerlane pull her to the bedroom, smiling when Tamerlane gasps under her, firm fingers curling into her. “Such a good, beautiful, girl… my Tammy…. I’ve missed you.”

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Bittersweet Memory - Christine 'Ziggy' Berman/Martin P Franklin

A/N: Day 13 for @sintember

“Why won’t you just stay dead…” the words ring in her mind even as she folds into herself, the last words she heard Cindy speak. Addressed to an undead Tommy who is still attacking them, who will soon enough kill the girl he loved, her sister, Cindy. She’s shaking even as Martin crouches with her, gathering her closer when she begins to sob, gently scooping her into his lap on the sofa from the floor, letting her cling and cry, smoothing soft circles against her back, his lips pressed to her hairline. The memory will fade, in time, it has before, but this had been the first time she’d felt in in months, her eyes closing at the feeling of Martin’s lips at her ear. “It’s over Ziggy, she’s at peace.”

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Love In Captivity - Britta Perry/Michelle Slater

A/N: Day 12 for @sintember

Paintball. It comes around time and again. Usually Michelle escapes the madness quickly, taking herself out as quickly as possible to avoid being found or tracked down by someone desperate for help. Usually she’s not locked in. She hears the yelp, then scream of pain and moves quickly. Britta is still where she fell, coated in several paintballs, a low whimper of pain making it easier for Michelle to drag her up and into her office, shutting the door and jamming a chair under the handle. The lock had been broken for months. “Slater?” “Perry.” Michelle barely hides her sigh as she works on prizing loose the boot over the clearly wounded ankle, barely hiding her wince when Britta howls with pain as the boot comes off a clearly bruising ankle. It's easy to see what happened, the girl’s ankle is out of place and Michelle barely thinks before snapping it back into position, moving to find a first aid kit and wrap the girl’s ankle as gently as possible. Her eyes meet Britta’s before she moves to place the girl’s foot on her desk, moving to her own seat before inching closer to the trembling girl, Britta’s eyes closing as further screams echo in the corridor, letting her burrow closer. “It’ll be over soon Britta, we’ll be fine.” She drives Britta home with her when it’s all over, lets the girl sleep in her bed, wrapped in a shirt several sizes too big for either of them, wrapping herself gently around the girl when Britta shifts closer. It’s a strange start to a new life but she finds she doesn’t really care.

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Same Level - Christine 'Ziggy' Berman/Nick Goode, Christine 'Ziggy' Berman/Martin P. Franklin

A/N: Day 8 for @sintember

“You are beneath me.” Martin remembers those words. He remembers the way Ziggy shuddered even as she stayed in place, making sure they got what they needed done, even as her heart broke in very real time. Nick, he knew now, used to say it a lot, even when he had tricked Ziggy into believing he loved her, even when she was fighting herself to keep him away. Now, Nick is gone and she is his, his to love, his to comfort and cherish. She sobs into his neck as he holds her now, their lovemaking has ended, her passion wearing off with her release, his arms tighten around her now, lifting her with him as he carries her from her sofa to bed, the hurried stripping feeling worth it as he tucks them both under the blankets and duvet, curling her closer and rocking her gently. “You aren’t beneath me Ziggy, neither of us is less than the other. We’re equals.”