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theartificialdane · 8 years ago

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Galactica, part 229

In this Ivan surprises his parents, Patrick suggests a compromise, Raven entertains, Fame goes to a friend, Sutan crosses the line and Bianca does her best.

Thank you to @veronicasanders @toriibelledarling and @samrull for all of their help! <3 Rating: E

“KATYA! KATYA!”

“I’m awake!” Katya sat up straight, her chin covered in drool as she had fallen asleep at her desk, the agenda for the next day's teachers meeting at her school in front of her, the pages upon pages of what was going on in the students lives apparently too much for her to handle. Katya rubbed her eyes, the door behind her opening as she turned around. Katya was tired, so so tired, even though her husband's enthusiasm usually woke her right up. Ivan had barely been sleeping, the little boy not doing anything besides screaming unless his dad was with him, talking to him in his native language in a slow and sweet voice.

“Katya! It happened!”

“What happened?” Katya looked up, and came face to face with Trixie, Ivan on his hip, her husband holding what seemed like a… full diaper?

“We were reading his night night story, and all of a sudden he got red in the face and I thought he was choking, but look!”

Trixie held out the diaper, the sight of it actually disgusting, but somehow, as she jumped up to hug her husband and kiss her son's little head, she had never been happier to see another humans excrements.

***

Fame sat at the table with her hands folded, waiting for her husband, trying not to let her nerves be written clear across her face. The last time they saw each other...well, it hadn’t been her best showing. But she was optimistic about today’s meeting, lunch on one of their favorite restaurants, a lovely little Italian place tucked away right in the middle of midtown but somehow a total escape from the madness. He’d agreed nearly a minute after she’d reached out. So maybe he was missing her just as much as she missed him.

She rose to greet him when he walked through the door. He looked so handsome, so familiar, so...relaxed? Calm? Confident? Why was he so relaxed? Fame frowned and sat down again, clearing her throat.

Patrick smiled at her. “You look beautiful,” he said.

“Thank you,” sha answered, a slight edge in her voice, still suspicious of how at ease he was.

“So, I’ve been thinking…” he continued.

“Yes?”

“We should go up to the farm together?”

“Really?” Fame was almost ready to cry. So THIS was why he was so happy and relaxed - because he’s been missing her and now that she invited him out, he was confident that they would be reconciling. Maybe they were on the same page! After all, the farm has always been so important to them both. Patrick bought it for her when he moved to NY to be with her, since she missed the country, the chicken ranch where she grew up. “Oh Patrick, I’m so happy, it’ll be perfect, just you and m-”

“We’ll have to calculate how much it’ll take to keep it running, for your alimony.”

“....My alimony?”

“You don’t want alimony? I figured you would, with the house and Charles and all.”

“Patrick, what are you talking about?”

“For the divorce, Fame.”

“The divorce?”

“Isn’t that what you want?”

Fame stared at him for a minute, open-mouthed.

“I...I thought that’s why you asked me here. To talk about formal...terms...in a civilized way…” Patrick suddenly didn’t look so relaxed anymore.

Fame was guilty of many things. But one thing that she would NEVER do, was throw a fit in a restaurant. Especially not a restaurant she frequented multiple times a week. So she rose slowly to her feet and, without even a glance back at the philandering jerk she’d married, marched out of the restaurant.

***

"Rave, are you sure about this?” “Yes! Come on Violet, just try it on!” Raven laughed and took a sip of her wine “You’ll look great.” Violet smiled slightly, the velvet fabric in her hands so soft. Raven had texted her earlier that day, first just asking her if she had her Yves Saint Laurent in Rouge Pur Couture (she didn’t). But as they texted back and forth, Violet quickly got the feeling that Raven was very lonely. Raja had been busy at work lately, in fact so busy that Violet almost felt bad at how annoyed she was with Sutan at times. Violet wasn’t sure if it was the truth, but the gossip around the office was that Fame wasn’t feeling her best, that Fame had disappeared after a lunch with Patrick, and that her and Patrick were getting divorced, but Violet wasn’t really believing it, Fame and Patrick loved each other. They had to stay together, they just had to. “Okay.. But only if you’re absolutely sure.” “I am! Now come on!” Raven pushed Violet who quickly got up, the two girls sitting together on the floor of Raja and Raven’s wardrobe since Raven had been looking for outfits for her honeymoon. The duo was had boxes of chinese takeaway to the side, as they had eaten together in the colorful room like two school girls, giggly and happy. Raven had somehow talked Violet into sharing the bottle of wine with her that added to the cheer. Violet shimmied out of her dress, Raven whistling as Violet was standing in her underwear before she pulled the dress that Raven had given her over her head. “So what do you think?” Violet thirled, giggling as the motion made her feel slightly dizzy. “That dress is perfect for you, it’s the perfect balance of sexy and sophisticated without being super flashy. You look amazing Vivi!” Raven said with a big smile and two thumbs up. Violet turned around to look in the mirror, her slender frame covered by the simple, black Gucci dress. Violet moved from side to side, looking at herself, a small smile on her face. “It does look pretty great…” “You’ll look amazing at Marie Claire, making those bitches love your collection.”

“Raven! That’s Bianca you’re talking about, she’s your friend.”

“Still a bitch though.” Raven giggled, and Violet smiled a little at her friend, Raven emptying her glass of wine before she poured another one. “And she’s Raja’s friend more than mine anyway.” Violet bit her lip slightly, watching how it was slightly baggy on thinner frame, her due to Raven's curves. "Is it okay if I take it in a little? I promise I'll be careful." Violet knew she could most likely make it go back to it’s original shape afterwards if she did it by hand, Raven’s offer of letting her borrow it so sweet. "I would expect nothing less honestly," Raven said easily as she walked over to give Violet a pair of black patent pumps to go with her outfit. "This particular dress is closer to a size 4, but your frame is more of a 0 or 2 so I would have recommended you to take it in anyway. I know when I first wore this dress for a shoot, I had a corset on so the waist was more pinched in." Violet nodded, pinching in the fabric on the side to see if it looked better, Raven smiling brightly. "So if you take ,.the dress in 2 inches all around, with an additional 2 inches at the waist, it'll fit your frame perfectly. Pair it with a pair of sheer garters and you'll be perfect." Violet smiled, and nodded, Raven’s vision clear in her head "I'll make sure I get the dress back to you, as soon as possible. Who is your dry cleaners?” Raven looked at Violet curiously, "What?" "Don't you want your dress back?" Violet asked as she turned to face Raven again. "No, this dress now belongs to you now.” Violet looked in disbelief at Raven, the dress barely feeling used at all. “Really?” "Sure!” Raven said as she pulled out a garment bag from under a pile of clothes. "You can have the shoes too, since I have another pair of them," she continued as she began pulling more dresses and skirts." "Oh, Raven, no I, you don't have to-” Violet began before Raven waved her off. "Don't worry about it," Raven replied.

“I… Thank you Rave..” Raven smiled and took Violet's hands in hers, "You can have anything, well almost anything, you want, from my wardrobe, all I ask is that you feel as beautiful and confident as you’ll look." "Thank you so much Raven," Violet smiled, about to take the dress off before she caught one last look at herself in the mirror. "Actually..." Violet crouched down to the floor, quickly reached into her bag to take out her phone. "Would you mind taking a picture of me?" "A picture? You want to take a picture?” Raven smiled brightly, Violet giggling in her slightly drunken state. “Why?” “For Sutan.” "You're asking me to take a picture for Sutan?" Violet nodded. "I want him to see how good I look.. So he won’t forget me!" Violet blushed, causing Raven to giggle before bouncing over to her friend. "I would love to! Do you want to freshen up your hair and makeup before we start taking pictures?" “Really?” Raven's face lit up in a smile as she guided Violet to sit down at her vanity she had in the wardrobe, equipped with hot tools for hair, makeup and even some of her jewelry. "What look do you want to for our photo shoot? I think old Hollywood glam with pin curls or deep waves and a simple winged liner and red lip with light blush, highlight and contour." Raven was beaming, beyond excited to have a fun project for the afternoon. "You're the visionary of this shoot," Violet said, Raven getting the bottle and their glasses to refill them. "Work your magic." Raven grinned as she set her glass of wine on a free spot on her vanity, "Visual seduction is my speciality so I'll do more than that." She said as she took Violet's hair down from her ballet bun, "You'll not only knock him off his feet but give him a permanent boner for the rest of the day." Violet laughed at Raven's enthusiasm before taking another sip of her wine, "I trust your judgement, but if anything goes wrong I'm blaming it on you." "Don't worry lovey," Raven began, "if I know Sutan the way I do, you'll have him eating out the palm of your hand."

***

“I’m COMING! Jesus fucking Christ!” Bianca walked towards the frantic, hysterical knocking at the door, wondering which one of the fragile little lambs in her life was going to be falling apart tonight. She’d been planning a relaxing evening with the television and a bottle of wine, possibly delving into some saved photos later on while Courtney was at an out of town gig.

She opened the door to find Fame, swaying in her stilettos, already drunk, eye makeup beginning to run. “Apparently I’m getting a divorce.”

Bianca opened the door wider and pulled Fame inside. “You know there’s fucking paps outside, did they get you like this?”

Fame shook her head, sniffling.

“Okay, good. Come here.” Bianca led Fame to the sofa and sat her down. “Red, white, or hard stuff? How bad is it?”

“Red.”

“Okay! So there’s hope!” Bianca said brightly, getting a couple of glasses and a bottle of red wine. “Tell me what’s going on, blondie. Is it time for me to fire Shannel yet? ‘Cause to be honest, Nina has been a real cunt lately and it would serve her right to lose her assistant.”

“Oh my god, do you think she’s the reason?!”

“I...sorry...I was just...shit.”

“I didn’t even THINK about her! That fucking asshole...do you think he’s screwing her?”

“I don’t know, blondie.”

Fame closed her eyes. “B. I’m going crazy.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “Why is this happening?”

Bianca wrapped her arms around Fame’s shoulders and held her close. “Because...shit happens. And then we die.”

Fame laughed through her tears. “Why did I think coming here was a good idea?”

“Because I have a good wine collection,” Bianca reasoned, refilling her glass.

“Oh yeah.” Fame snuggled against her chest.

*** “Maaaaaaaaaax, I’m booooored.” Ruby tossed and turned on Max’s bed. She knew she was whining but she had come over after work, sneaking her way into Max’s apartment since she still didn’t really feel comfortable around his roommates. “You promised we could go out for pizza.”

“Ruby, I’m sorry but I have to get this done.” Max was sitting with his headphone around his neck, his hand flying over his tablet, the little pen he was holding correcting the photos he was going through one after one after one. “The deadline is tomorrow.”

Ruby huffed. She knew she was being unfair, but she loved spending time with Max, the brit always making her day so much better.

“I know, I know.” Max sighed slightly, his attention barely divided between Ruby and the screen, Max still editing.

Ruby sighed and lay back on the bed, closing her eyes as she listened to the low music she could hear from Max’s headphones.

“What about a compromise?”

Ruby peaked up. “Yes?”

“You go get pizza, I get as much done as I can, we watch animal planet for an hour, and then you let me work?”

Ruby smiled, jumping up from the bed. “Deal Mr. Malanaphy.”

***

BIANCA: Hey bunny, did you land okay? Xx

COURTNEY: Yep! Miss you already!

BIANCA: Break a leg tonight. I know you’ll be amazing.

COURTNEY: <3

BIANCA: FYI, I’m telling you this in real time - Fame is here. She had a fucked up meeting with patrick and she’s in bad shape. She’s drinking heavily and I told her that she could stay over.

BIANCA: I am being totally honest with you.

BIANCA: OK?

COURTNEY: OK

BIANCA: I’m just trying to be a good friend. But I know you got upset last time because I didn’t tell you right away, so I’m telling you right away.

COURTNEY: Alright.

BIANCA: That’s all you’re gonna say? I’m trying to do the right thing here.

COURTNEY: You want a medal?

BIANCA: ...Should I not have told you??

COURTNEY: No. That’s not the point. It would just be thrilling if we could get to the point where you’re not having sleepovers with your distraught ex lovers on the regular. Have a good night, I’m going in for sound checks.

BIANCA: Baby...

BIANCA: Baby, I’m sorry.

BIANCA: She’s not my “ex lover.” I mean I get what you’re saying but that’s not what’s happening here. She’s my FRIEND.

BIANCA: Courtney.

BIANCA: I LOVE YOU

COURTNEY: I love you too

BIANCA: Still mad?

COURTNEY: Yes

BIANCA: Fuck

COURTNEY: I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

***

“Fuck you’re so perfect” Sutan knew he properly should not be so rough, knew that Violet was drunk, his girlfriend giggling, her normally pale and cold skin a dusty pink and oh so warm against his touch, her delicate lips painted a deep red, but god she was amazing. Sutan had picked her up from upstairs, Violet sending him picture after picture during his meeting of her, pictures he had never seen before, his girlfriend stunningly beautiful as she always was, but there was also a desperation in the pictures, like she was afraid of something, Violet never sending him anything with her entire body and least of all her face included.

“Sutan.. Don’t..” Violet whined slightly, Violet’s body pressed into the jackets that were hanging in the entryway of Sutan’s apartment, the fur of her winter coat and the thick wool of Sutan’s. Sutan had no idea why, but Violet was only wearing a sheer top and booty shorts that clearly didn’t fit her right, her hair not in her usual high ponytail but instead in a low one, perfect for grabbing, his hands already itching. He suspected Raven had a hand in it, his sister in laws imagination already running off with her, but none of that mattered right now when he grabbed Violet’s hair, her long ponytail waved into his fingers so he had total control.

“Down.”

Violet nodded, her eyes half lidded, a rush of warm going through Sutan at her easy submission. They had only recently started playing the games, Sutan taking more and more control, but it was perfection each time, Violet like butter in his hands, his girl so sweet and soft. Sutan gave her a single kiss, a smile on his lips as he gently guided Violet down, his other hand already on his belt, working to unzip it when Violet gave an unsuspected moan, the girls eyes flying open.

“Violet?”

Violet’s cheeks were bright red, her mouth open, hips rocking slightly, and Sutan immediately connected the dots, the shorts she was wearing a whole new experience for her, the fabric oh so tight between her legs.

“Does that feel good mata indah?”

Violet nodded, the girl almost looking stressed with the sensations, and Sutan couldn’t help but smile. Drunk Violet would always be his favorite, her reaction to her own body always the greatest amusement whenever she experienced something new.

“You’re perfect.” Sutan gently ran his thumb over Violet’s cheek, the man holding her face with his free hand, helping Violet balance on her the pad of her feet, the girl swaying slightly, her cheeks a bright red, her breathing unsteady and Sutan could practically feel how hot she was, her nipples tight against the fabric of her shirt. Sutan guided her down, her knees hitting the carpet, another gasp leaving her, her hand coming up to grab Sutan’s left arm, her fingers digging his shirt, her eyes closed as she clung to her boyfriend, the power exchange between them keeping her in an almost trance like state.

“Can you come like this?”

Violet whimpered, clearly not knowing what to say, a small moan leaving her as Sutan pulled her ponytail with her left hand, the pain pushing her even more, and Sutan did something he had never considered before.

Smack

The first slap was soft, only just testing, his palm making connection with Violet’s cheek, the woman gasping loudly, her eyes flying open as Sutan slapped her again, as hard as he could this time.

Smack

Violet’s head turned with the force of the slap, Sutan’s hand in her hair quickly catching her, holding her, her eyes filled with tears, nothing coming from her but short and sharp intakes of breath, her entire body still, and Sutan realised she had come, the force of his second slap bringing her over the age the second he touched her cheek.

***

“Biancaaaaaaaaa, put down your stupid phone,” Fame slurred.

“You’re getting me into trouble.”

“What are you even talking about?” Fame asked, pouring the rest of the bottle into her glass. “This is empty which makes me super sad, so get another bottle like right away.”

Bianca rolled her eyes. “Yes, ma’am.” She stood and walked over to the wine rack, opening another bottle of Merlot.

“So what. Are you talking about? Trouble? Like what? What? What?” Fame shook her head vigorously. “I didn’t fucking touch you.”

“I know that, you dumbass, but I told Courtney that you’re sleeping over, since you’re obviously incapable of even operating your elevator, and she threw a hissyfit over it.”

“Well…” Fame leaned back, laughing a little. “That’s your fucking problem, now, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“And by the way...that’s karma, you homewrecking slut.”

“Excuse me?!” Bianca sputtered, laughing in spite of herself. Fame didn’t get into these kind of moods often, but when she did, she was quite a sight to behold, and quite a force to be reckoned with.

“Yeah, you heard me. This is your karmic destiny.”

“You’re off your damn rocker. And drunk.”

“No. I mean yes, I am drunk. Yes. But no, I’m telling truth, absolutely. Because if it wasn’t for you, and your dumb self, I wouldn’t be in this fucking mess with Patrick, and--”

“Wait just a minute!” Bianca stopped Fame. “I’m going to quickly declare bullshit. First of all, I’m not the only person you slept with outside of your relationship with Patrick. I was just the first. If not me, it would have been some other bitch.”

“Maybe not.”

“Maybe definitely. You know how many predatory lesbians there are in this city that would have happily popped that particular cherry for you? A fucking lot. Hell, Raja was foaming at the mouth for it.”

Fame laughed. “Yeah, she was.”

“Still an option, if you want to know the truth,” Bianca said, raising one eyebrow.

“Don’t try to change the subject.”

“What’s the subject, drunky-pants?”

“I forget. But...shut up.” Fame laid down on the sofa, putting her head in Bianca’s lap.

Bianca sighed. “Seriously, what am I gonna do about Courtney?”

“I don’t care,” Fame yawned.

“Rude.”

“Okay...jewelry.”

“I meant like, in an abstract sense, but that’s not the worst idea.”

“She likes sparkly stuff. It doesn’t even need to be expensive.”

“So what about you? What are you doing about Patrick?”

Fame groaned. “I think it’s over. I mean how...how could we possibly recover from this? I just… I love him so much…” Fame looked like she was about to cry, before she took another swing. “He doesn’t want me.”

“Do you WANT to recover? Or do you want to move on? I’m probably better with the latter, but I’m willing to stretch outside my comfort zone to help you if you need it.”

“You really need to speak in shorter, simpler sentences right now.”

Bianca smiled and ran her fingers through Fame’s hair, pulling a blanket up around her. “How about, you just rest, and we can have a serious talk in the morning?”

Fame took one of Bianca’s hands in hers and held it, replying, “Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Hey, B?” Fame asked in a small voice.

“Yes?”

“Um…” a tear slid down her cheek, and Bianca bent down to kiss her forehead.

“Shh...It’s gonna be okay.”

“Okay.”

***

“Do you want some more water?”

Violet shook her head, a small smile on her lips. She was in Sutan’s arms, the TV running in the background, the blue blanket that was hers wrapped around her, her head resting on Sutan’s shoulder, her arms around his neck.

Sutan had picked her up from the floor, Violet’s head still spinning, both from the pain of her cheek, and how incredible her orgasm had been, her fingers and toes humming with the intensity of the pleasure. “Okay..” Sutan kissed her forehead, and Violet sighed slightly, content and happy. Sutan was here, protecting her, keeping her safe. He loved her, and she loved him, and that was the most important thing.

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