#until suddenly she's taller than dion

[razzle-zazzle]

For your BatB Au after the main plot is finished does Dion stay at the mansion with Gisu? Or go back to performing in the circus with his family?

Well, the breaking of the curse means the interns can actually leave the mansion, and there isn't much reason for them to stay given that it's the place they were cursed. They might come back one day to fix it up, but otherwise the majority of the group goes off to see the wider world now that they're able.

The Aquatos stick around for a while, but they have to get moving eventually. This leaves Dion and Gisu with a few choices—they could both stay at the mansion, Dion could go while Gisu stays, or they could both go with the Aquatos.

Since the other interns are sticking with the Aquatos until they get their bearings (except for Sam, who rejoins Compton & Dogen in the town), it makes sense for Gisu to come with too. She can't take her entire lab with her, but she can at least bring her tools. She wants to rebuild the parts of the mansion that got destroyed when it was ransacked, but she and everyone else agree that they need a break from the place first.

tl;dr The interns decide to take a break from the mansion after spending years trapped there, but agree to come back to it later for a reunion.

[your-highnessmarvel]

From Bleak to Bright

Requested by Anonymous: the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. you’re Bruce’s little sister. you want to go with him during Avengers 2012 because you’re the only one that “can calm the beast” if ever he pops out. so you’re just chilling with the avengers in the flying thing. then they bring Loki in. the world goes to bright, bright colors. you don’t want it to be him. but it is. no one knows. no one knows but him.

AN: IM BACK. YES. AFTER LIKE A WHOLE YEAR. the flying thingy. me too i had to google it, ahaha

Warnings: angst, language

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MASTERLIST

You spun on the stool, facing your brother with a sigh. He scratched the back of his head, the glow from Loki’s scepter reflecting on his specs in a grey light. 

“One more hour?” he asked with a wince. 

You rolled your eyes. “Okay,” you groaned. “But then we’re off to bed. And I’m putting Celine Dion on the stereo to sleep.”

“Not her again,” he groaned. 

You raised a finger, brows crawling up your forehead. “You made me come here on this ridiculous flying tank with the God damned Avengers, of all people, and we’ve been here for four days listening to sounds of water dripping and Cap’s fifties music.”

Bruce sighed, leaning his forehead into his palm. “Fine.” His hands went up in mock surrender. You could see the tension in his shoulders, straining against the material of his chemise. 

Not that you could see the color of it. You imagined it was blue. Bruce liked blue. Bruce knew colors. Of course he did. He’d met his soulmate such a long time ago, you’d forgotten she even existed. 

But not you. You’d gone through life in the dreary black and white of a world without a soulmate. But now you were curious. You knew the colors by name, but not sight. What does green even look like? Bruce had told you trees and grass were green. Some people’s eyes. Ever since he’d told you that, green became your favorite. Maybe blue could beat it, since Tony Stark had told you the sky was all shades of blue combined. 

An alarmed blared overhead, and your first instinct was to run to your brother’s side. Bruce’s eyes met yours, his mouth tugging up at the corners. 

He’s fine.

Your hand found the curve of his forearm, still. No one really knew what actually triggered the Hulk, and you, being his little sister, were the only human alive able to tame the beast. 

You heard footsteps, many, clambering loudly down the hall. The door to Bruce’s workspace was wide open, and you heard the telltale sound of security making their way down the hall. You frowned. What could they be doing so late at night, and so many all together?

At first, from the windows in the workspace, you only saw the black suits of the security patrol, their reflective masks bright in the hall. They walked in patterned, simultaneous movements, guns held firm in their grasps.

You saw the top of a really - no, seriously, really! - tall head, black hair. White skin. And as the small platoon of security walked passed your door, you saw the man walking in their midst, tied in shackles. 

He turned his head, buzzing in your mind, something deep in your chest tightening. And then you saw the color of his eyes. 

You couldn’t tell at first. Because the world became so vivid, so bright. He went from black and white to stark and bright and whole before your eyes, stealing the breath from your lungs. 

A ringing started in your ears, a burning in your throat. You couldn’t help but stare, watching his eyes drink you in as well, watching his own world turn from ash to bright as the sun. 

No, you thought. No. Not him. 

Anyone but him.

And just before he rounded the corner, his lips stretched into a smirk. 

A cold hand on your arm brought you back. As if slamming back into your body. 

“You okay?” Bruce asked. 

You gulped. Nodded. Felt your cheeks blooming with heat. “Yeah, of course.”

You could see the colors on your brother, now. Albeit, not being able to tell which specific color it was. And yet he was beautiful. Later, after hours of searching online for colors, you’d be able to tell his hair was black, his eyes a warmest brown, his skin a shade of white a few degrees darker than yours. 

But now, it took everything in you not to scream. 

You could finally see the entire world for what it truly was and all because of a demi-God wrought with darkness. 

No. It couldn’t be him.

You separated from your brother, your mouth dry, feeling his eyes on you. He could always tell when you were troubled. But there was just no way, no freaking way, you’d tell him that you’d just met your soulmate. If he knew who it was... No. You wouldn’t tell him. You wouldn’t tell anyone. 

You went to the computer and turned the screen away from Bruce, clearing your throat. Bruce went back to his own computer.

You didn’t even search up colors yet. You searched up the possibility of soulmates being wrong for each other. The computer spat out articles and data from hundreds of years, all proving that the soulmate trigger worked. That the signs of color all proved one had met the person right for them.

You sighed, dropping your head in your hands. 

You rubbed at your eyes, steeling yourself for what you were about to ask. 

“Bruce?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just bring in Loki?”

His head raised from his computer. “Yeah.” He frowned. “I’m going to go ask why. Does it disturb you that he’s here?”

You scratched your jaw. “No, not at all,” you said quickly, too quickly. You cringed internally, hoping your face didn’t mimic the shame you felt. “Just - why?”

“I’ll go ask,” Bruce said. If he had any inkling as to why you were suddenly intrigued in God of mischief, he didn’t give any clue. 

He left. You took a second to steady yourself. You counted your fingers. Felt the shape of your face. 

Then you took a breath in and all but flew out the door. 

You followed the maze that was the inner organs of the Helicarrier until you reached the “jail”, which was, upon inquiry, meant to hold your brother if ever you weren’t there to calm him in time. 

You watched from outside the doors as Fury talked to Loki. You couldn’t help the fire in your chest as you watched. Loki seemed trapped, looking discreetly around the room, around his glass cage, his green eyes keen on any weakness.

You felt the sweat collecting in the palm of your hands. You waited patiently, praying whatever Bruce was up to would keep him long enough that he wouldn’t come looking for you. You heard broken pieces of the conversation on the other side of the steel enforced doors, but Loki’s voice was even, steady, unafraid. 

He knew he wouldn’t be beat here.

You counted to one hundred the moment Fury walked out. Your heart beat vehemently between your ribs, battering your bones. Your knees were putty when you finally, slowly, opened the doors.

The air ruffled your hair, blowing it out of your face. 

He stood tall, straight, unmoving, statuesque in the middle of his prison. Hands at his sides. Eyes mild. Mouth straight. He gave no indication that his world had finally shifted after millennia of black and white. 

“I didn’t have to wait long.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, your body so reactive to even the sound of his words that you wondered, for just a second, what his touch would do. 

You closed the door, tentatively approaching the control board. You saw a big red button and decided maybe touching random buttons wouldn’t do any of you any good. 

“What’s your name?” he asked, following your movements with his sharp emerald gaze. He still stood there, like cement was poured down the length of his spine. 

You darted your eyes back to his. He was glad in - what you later learned - was a green and gold ensemble, a green cotton cape grazing the floor of his cage. He was beautiful, really. Cut by the finest knife to the most perfect edge. 

He smiled then, creasing his cheeks in what you could only feel as adorable. 

“Didn’t expect it to be moi, did you, princess?”

You tried not to react, but heat bloomed across your cheeks, giving you away. 

“Why?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically, breaking his statuesque stance to throw his arms up. “By the Gods,” he groaned, accent thick on his tongue. “You humans are so pathetic. Why this? Why that? Why me? Oh, you want to be so special that you question the straight line of fate as if the entire meaning of the world revolved around you.”

You raised your brows. Wow. He’d been thinking of that for a while.

“Do you know the colors?” you asked, approaching the glass that separated you from your soulmate. 

He took you in, green eyes drinking you in from head to toe. He didn’t seem to think anything negative about his soulmate. “I’ve taken sense-enhancing drugs in my lifetime,” he said. “I’ve known colors briefly. Thor taught them to me.”

You nodded. “Your eyes are green.”

His lips split in a grin. “You’re very perceptive,” he chuckled. “And you’re wearing a powder blue sweater. Childish.”

Something in you shifted and you wanted to say something, something bad. Something along the lines of, “what is your favorite color?” and then run and wear it.

Instead, you approached the glass even more. By this distance, you could see he was significantly taller than you. He eyed you down his nose. 

“A human,” he said with distaste. 

“Maybe that’s your punishment,” you ventured, your heart railing against your ribs. “Maybe that’s your conundrum. You’ve thought nothing of humanity but the possibility to dominate and squander us under your boot like ants. Isn’t it fitting?”

You saw the anger cross his face before his lips spat the vile things he thought in his mind. “You are not worthy of a God, you fleeting, imbecile, nothingness of a human. I will outlive you before I even grow a white hair. Our children will watch you wither before they’ve even gone to school.”

“Our children?”

That seemed to faze him. 

Wow, you thought. Of all the things Loki was, he was traditional. He very well intended to follow through with the soulmate script; to marry you and have children with you.

The thought first amazed you, burning bright in your mind’s eye. Then you thought twice and feigned disgust. 

He laughed. “Oh, please, you’re the luckiest woman in the universe to have been bound to a God.”

“Aren’t you a demi?”

His gaze placated you. “I am, but the fact remains that I am greater than you, greater than anything your pathetic little human brain can conceive.”

You rolled your eyes with audacity you didn’t know you had. “Well,” you sighed, shrugging, hands in your back pockets. “What now?”

He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“Are we to start this - thing, or are we to go back to our normal lives and, hoping you don’t obliterate the planet, we never see each other again?”

His jaw clenched, working. “You know it’s physically impossible now for us to be apart.” He said this through clenched teeth, hands in fists. 

You shrugged again. “I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind never having to look at your ugly mug ever again.”

He frowned deeply. “Try it, then, you’ll see, mortal.”

You sighed apathetically, turning your back to him. 

“Before you go!” Loki called. You turned slowly on your heel, offering him nothing but your side profile. “Let your brother know I’m hoping to meet him soon.”

The blood in your veins went cold. 

Part 2? Anybody?

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

Born Into the Wilds - Snippet

This chapter is already 8 pages long and still not finished XD

Hhhmmm, what to choose...

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“I would have loved to see their faces though,” Libertus suddenly said, jarring Nyx out of his thoughts.

“What?”

“With the fire-ash. I would have loved to see the Insomnian's faces when it suddenly grew up from under the streets.”

Crowe gave an amused snort. “Probably as dumb as yours was.”

“Hey! You weren't a paragon of serenity either, so you have no room to comment.”

The two glared at each other until Crowe huffed and rolled her eyes good naturedly. “Yeah, whatever.”

By now they had all seen the newsreels about it. Interviews with upset pedestrians and citizens that their beautiful city had been blighted by a blessing of Ifrit. But on moogle net there were quite a few people voicing their interest in learning more about this. Especially young people. It was strangely heartening in a way.

Nyx looked out his window at the large form of the fire-ash peeking out from behind the buildings. It's crown had grown around the main street of Insomnia and the Founder's Plaza along with a few other places. It looked like round islands of bronze and green in all the grey. Currently there were concerns flying around about how much light the lower districts were getting now with the tree blocking out much more of the sun than the buildings already had, but Nyx could already tell that somehow they now had even more light and that the air had become cleaner.

“You think the sinehär gisdrauhti will declare it a sacred sight?” Pelna asked no one in particular.

“Don't think so,” Crowe answered. “They would never declare something of Astral making sacred. Also, it's at a too inconvenient a place to set up a sacred sight. I give it until noon today at most until the children are climbing all over it.”

“No bet,” Libertus snorted, amused.

The sudden ringing from a phone made them all twitch. Libertus gave a quiet slew of curses and fished his phone out of his pocket, it's screen lit up and emitting a series of semi-melodic high pitched jingles. He answered in Lucian.

“Yeah? Ostium speaking. - Wait, how did you get your hands on this number? - Yeah, okay stop. What did you call me for? - Know what, get yourself over here and we'll talk about our training sessions. - Of course that's alright. Why wouldn't you be able to come down here? We didn't shut us off from the rest of the city, you know.” Libertus sighed and rolled his eyes before giving out the address for Nyx' apartment. “You know how to find it? - Good. See you in an hour then. And don't be late.”

“Did you just invite the Amicitia kid for food?” Nyx asked with a raised eyebrow.

Libertus stared down at his phone like he couldn't believe he had just done that. Suddenly, Nyx grinned.

“Admit it. The kid grew on you.”

His hunting-brother scowled and shoved Nyx in the shoulder. “Shut it, you.”

“But you don't deny it,” Nyx singsonged and ducked out of the way of the kitchen towel sailing his way.

Someone clapped their hands together to gain their attention. It was Crowe.

“Okay, playtime is over. If we want to eat at a reasonable time today, we need to start to clean up. No getting out of it Luche! Don't think I didn't see you try to sneak away. You can help Libertus in the kitchen.”

The bond's expression did not change eve a little bit as he walked over to the kitchenette, where Libertus had finally started to sort through the bags. As always, he had bought at least thrice as much as should be needed.

Nyx turned back towards his bed and started to resort the loose papers into their proper binders, all carefully labelled for easy manoeuvring. It was done relatively quickly, so after he was done, he went to help Crowe, who just shooed him away. So he just shrugged, turned the TV louder and retreated into a corner to mix some limeschti after his Clan's recipe.

“... live from the Founder's Plaza.”

“Thank you, Lucius. I'm here at the Founder's Plaza where you can see the very top of the fire-ash. It appeared yesterday precisely at high noon, causing a minor accident on the Insomnia Main Street and surprising the pedestrians here,” a female reporter in a muted green military styled blazer spoke into a microphone.

“They still harping on about that?” Libertus wondered out loud. “That's old news already!”

“Not for Insomnians,” Luche said. “You know they love to regurgitate things like that again and again, until no one wants to hear it anymore.”

“Thank you. And that was Julia Videte, life on-site. And now please welcome in our studio renown biologist Doctor Sania Yeagre. Thank you for coming, Doctor.”

The screen showed a woman in her early to mid thirties with dark skin and black, curly hair done into a bun on top of her head. Large glasses framed eyes that glinted with a childish enthusiasm rarely seen in adults.

“The pleasure is all mine,” she said, a bright smile on her face.

“What can you tell us about the general attributes of a fire-ash?”

“The Fraxinus Ifriti, commonly known as fire-ash, belongs to the olive family. Since the fall of Solheim this tree has become exceedingly rare, for a few centuries it was even considered extinct until they found a living specimen during the construction of the Tomb of the Fierce on Mt. Ravatogh. It also is the slowest growing tree on Eos, with barely half a centimetre per year. Studies also showed that its sap could be used as a strong curative.”

“Can I infer from the scientific name, that there is a connection to the Infernian?”

“No shit,” Libertus muttered, causing Nyx to snort.

Sania Yeagre, not at all perturbed by the leading question, nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! In some of the earliest botanical works we have today, it is listed as a symbol of Ifrit's blessing. Which is why the tree must have been very common during the existence of the Empire of Solheim. It is depicted in near every work of art we have left of that time.”

“Then the fire-ash that spontaneously sprouted from Little Galahd, can be seen as a sign of the Infernian blessing the Galahdian people?”

“I imagine so. This is a very rare opportunity. I returned to Insomnia as soon as I heard of the fire-ash's existence. Hopefully the Galahdian leader will let me study it.”

Nyx shared a look with Pelna, who had also finished cleaning up his papers. He stood by the door, papers and laptop crammed under one arm.

“I'll be back soon. Just need to put these away and get Tethys, Moireus and the girls. We'll also bring another table and some chairs. There's no way we'll fit all at this tiny thing you call your dining table, Nyx.”

“Hey. I haven't needed a bigger one until now.”

“Time to get a new one, then,” Pelna teased and slipped through the door.

Nyx scowled after him while Crowe and Libertus snickered and Luche's lips ticked up into a grin. A knock came from the open doorway. There stood Athina, her hand raised and a smile on her face. She looked gorgeous in the dark red tunic dress with a wide cream cloth belt.

“Athina!” Nyx exclaimed, surprised and joyous. “Come in. Can I offer you some tea?”

“Good day, Nyx. Thank you, that would be very appreciated,” she smiled.

She stepped into the apartment and towards the table that looked like nothing had changed for the last ten minutes. Still papers were everywhere but woe to the person who wanted to help Crowe clean up her mess.

“Can I help you? Four hands are faster then two,” Athina asked the other woman.

Nyx was about to open his mouth to tell the dark skinned woman that it was hopeless to ask, when Crowe squinted at her and nodded after a few seconds of staring, which Athina bore patiently. Libertus gave him a wide eyed look. Crowe never let people help her with cleaning. Never. Athina, not knowing what had just happened, just asked their storm-sister where which papers went and started to help as per her instructions.

Very deliberately Nyx turned around and reached around Luche to fetch another tea cup. His last one, since he only owned four. He poured the last of the tea he had made earlier, and earned himself a bright smile when he set it down at a spot of now paper free table. The answering smile growing on his face was more of a flirty smirk that made Crowe roll her eyes.

Not too long after that there was a roast in the microwave oven and Libertus had gone to fetch Crowe's to put the second roast in. Because one was apparently not enough with the amount of people who were suddenly coming. Pelna returned with Tethys and the children not too long after that, bearing a foldable table and chairs along with more dishes. Nyx sent them a grateful look.

“Nyx!” Moireus cried and barrelled into his legs to give him a tight hug around the waist.

“Buhgil! How have you been? My, have you grown taller?”

Nyx tousled the boys hair, which earned him a bright, toothy smile. “I grew this much!” He held his thumb and index finger about two centimetres apart. Nyx nodded, impressed.

He looked up and gave Tethys, Ker and Dione welcoming smiles. “Thanks for coming.”

“Thanks for having us,” Tethys returned with a smile of her own.

“Don't mention it. I think Libertus' secret ambition for today is to feed the whole house with how much he bought.”

“I want to see the pretty tree!” Moireus spoke up, tugging at Nyx' trouser leg.

“You need to ask your parents that, buhgil. Maybe they'll take you tomorrow, if you're on your best behaviour this evening and go to bed without complaining.”

“I will!” the boy nodded eagerly and ran over to his mother to tell her, even though she had clearly heard every single word being spoken.

The TV was turned off and someone set up a CD player on his chest of drawers. At once a lively drumbeat filled the apartment along with their chatter and the smell of meat and steaming vegetables. It gave Nyx a sudden pang of homesickness. What would it be like to do something like this again in his Clan house? To fill it with voices and music and laughter? He hoped he would find out sometime soon.

Not long after everything was set up, the tables and chairs cramped into all the available free space, and they were just starting to set down the plates, there was another knock at the door – which, surprisingly enough, had been closed sometime during this endeavour. Nyx, who was closest, opened it.

[justandersons]

paragraph 002 - teenage dream

WHO: Blair Andeson and Kate Hummel

NOTES: Kate has the house to herself for the entire weekend. Blair picks her up from school and drives her home, where they share some firsts together. 

Kate Hummel

The bell signalling the end of Friday and the beginning of the week rang, and Kate had never heard a more welcome sound. Ever since returning to McKinley, her time with Blair had been severely cut into because there was just no logical way they could make the drive to the other and back as often as they would like. This weekend however her Dad and Carol were going to be out of town; she was sure it was their third ‘belated’ honeymoon in as many months. She couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed; it thrilled her to see her Dad so happy. Given they’d spent the majority of their Honeymoon fund on her Dalton fees, she encouraged them to take these local weekend trips whenever she spotted a good deal online.

Another draw to these weekends away was the fact that she and Finn would have the house to themselves. More specifically, there was no-one to tell her that her girlfriend couldn’t sleepover and given her basement residence, they had complete privacy.

She’d got a ride with Finn that morning and so Blair had promised to pick her up; she almost knocked Mr. Schuester flat on his ass as she rushed out of his History class. She spotted Blair immediately and she flung her arms around her in a very dramatic Kate fashion. ‘Four and a half days Blair. I haven’t seen you in four and a half days.’ She lamented, although the smile gave her acting away. ‘I missed you.’

Blair Anderson

While Blair was incredibly happy that Kate was back at McKinley, safe and away from the psychopath who had been bullying her, she couldn't deny how much she missed her. The warblers had noticed how quiet Blair seemed to be in practice and knew she was missing her girlfriend. But today she didn't care. It was the weekend, Blair was picking Kate up from school and she was spending the entire weekend with her. Truthfully, she couldn't wait. She had missed her more than she'd care to admit.

The drive to McKinley was simple enough and she pulled up in an empty space, getting out of the car and leaning against it while she waited. Blair was in her school uniform and anxiously smoothed down her skirt while she waited, aware that some of the other students were staring at her.

But none of that mattered as soon as she saw Kate, bursting out of the main entrance to the school and running over to her. And suddenly there were arms around her neck and Blair had to move quickly to catch her girlfriend, laughing as the taller girl practically flung herself at her.

"Four and a half days," Blair echoed, shaking her head sadly. "How have you managed to cope with only speaking with me on the phone every single night, until one of us falls asleep? However have you managed?" Blair grinned, leaning down and kissing Kate tenderly. "I missed you too. But you have me to yourself the whole weekend."

Kate Hummel

‘Are you alluding to the fact that I’m mad for feeling so needy?’ She asked, arching a perfectly growled brow. She kissed her again; sweetly, chastely and just allowed herself to enjoy the affection. It had taken her a while to feel comfortable with being affectionate with Blair in public; this relationship was a big step for both of them because no-one understood better than her girlfriend just how unsafe things could be for them outside the Dalton bubble.

‘All weekend. I have given Finn strict instructions to stay at Puck’s tonight because I want to wine and dine you.’ She explained, as she stepped out of her embrace. ‘And I want to be able to do it without him feeling the need to complain about why I didn’t make him dinner too.’ She nodded.

She climbed into the passenger seat, twisting in her chair to throw her messenger bag in the back. ‘How was your day today?’ She asked, leaning forward to fiddle with the radio as Blair drove out of the parking lot.

Blair Anderson

"Absolutely not, I've been feeling incredibly needy myself and I am in urgent need of attention from my girlfriend," Blair said with a grin, wrapping her arms around her a little tighter and kissing her forehead. Blair's eyebrow rose when Kate mentioned kicking Finn out of the house for the night and couldn't help but grin, watching her girlfriend climb into the passenger seat of her car before she climbed in herself.

"You constantly surprise me, Kate Hummel," she said fondly, buckling her seatbelt. She drove out of the parking lot and began the familiar journey to Kate's house, watching her play with the radio. She was so comfortable around Blair and it was so different from the girl she'd caught spying on the Warblers all that time ago. And god, Blair was hopelessly in love with her.

"Boring without you," she said with a smile, winking at Kate before focusing on the road again. "Serena has a new person she's pursuing, which has definitely been a relief. It's like she finally got the hint that I do not want anything to do with her. Although I don't think the person she's trying to sleep with does either, so I feel a little sorry for her." Blair wrinkled her nose at the thought but when she stopped the car at a red light, leaning over to kiss Kate happily. "What about you, how has your day been?"

Kate Hummel

‘Ah! Eyes on the road Blair Anderson!’ She warned, moving back and out of reach of her lips. ‘My day was pretty boring too.’ She agreed. ‘Although you’ll never guess, but Rachel has decided that she simply must sing a solo for sectionals this year. Apparently Celine Dion cane to her in a dream and told her she was born to sing the love theme from Titanic.’ She rolled her eyes as she spoke. ‘Whoops! There I go, giving away our best kept secret.’ She laughed, as she finally settled on a station she liked.

‘I’m glad Serena has taken the hint. I was getting worried I was going to have to write ‘Kate Hummel is my girlfriend’ in your forehead since I’m not there to say it in person.’ She teased as they pulled into her driveway.

‘Come on in,’ She invited eagerly. ‘I have a bit of a surprise for you.’ It wouldn’t be a surprise once Blair learned what it was; it was something she’d done at her request after all but she was keen to tell her anyway. The weekend before had been playing on a loop in her mind for days, as though now she’d had a taste, she couldn’t get enough.

Blair Anderson

"Rachel, singing a solo for sectionals? Groundbreaking," Blair said with a cheeky grin, turning a corner on their drive. It didn't take long and Blair enjoyed listening to Kate ramble about Rachel Berry. She'd only met the mysterious Rachel once but Blair could tell she was a force to be reckoned with. But she had nothing on Kate.

"You could have written that on my head and the creep still would have tried something. When I first told her I had a girlfriend, her response was 'doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you'. And I thought it was disgusting." Blair shuddered as they pulled into Kate's driveway, cutting the engine and relaxing.

"A surprise?" Blair said with a grin, grabbing both of their bags from the back and carrying them through to the house. "And what kind of surprise could you have for me? You've already told me you're going to wine and dine me, what more could a girl want?"

Kate Hummel

‘Well, it’s not really a physical surprise per say.’ She explained, feeling herself blush as she knew where the conversation was going. She didn’t feel the same embarrassment as she once had because the touch of fingertips had lost their appeal after she’d heard the way Blair could moan for her when she used her mouth. 

She took the bags, and tossed them in the hall closet. She closed the distance between her and her girlfriend and grinned, taking both of Blair’s hands in hers. ‘I just wanted to tell you that I heard what you said last weekend. And that I’ve taken your advice on board this week and spent a lot of time doing a little exploring of myself.’ She hummed, pressing close against her. ‘And you can do with that information what you will.’ She nodded. She felt very excited by the new steps they were taking in their relationship; and unsurprisingly Blair had been right. It had been a little uncomfortable touching herself at first but she’d come round to it, starting to find some pleasure, learning where to touch and how to touch.

‘I wanted to be comfortable so you could be comfortable so we both could be comfortable.’ She explained, toying with her fingers. ‘And I’m not saying we have to immediately fall into bed together or anything dramatic like that, but I just wanted you to know. Because you, my beautiful Blair, inspired every touch.’

Blair Anderson

Blair tilted her head to the side in confusion at her words and the blush, unsure what Kate was talking about. But she trusted her and followed her anyway, watching in amusement as she tossed the bags into a closet, out of sight. Blair glanced at their entwined hands before looking back up at her girlfriend, listening.

And then a small smirk appeared on her lips. Kate was pressing closer to her and Blair was automatically wrapping an arm around her girlfriend's waist, hand resting on her hips.

"Kate Hummel, are you saying you touched yourself in the naughtiest of ways?" She asked teasingly and pulling her impossibly closer. "That's... actually a really appealing thought, and one I'm probably not going to be able to get out of my head for weeks, maybe even months. I'm glad you feel more comfortable though, baby," Blair added, kissing her forehead softly.

"And the fact I inspired every touch is stupidly hot. I hope you know that when you went home last weekend, I had to touch myself because you'd worked me up so much."

Kate Hummel

She’d never imagined using pet names, let alone liking them being used in her. She was Kate Hummel, thank you very much; not someone’s honey or sweetheart. However, as was always the case, Blair was the exception to every rule she’d imagined for herself. When Blair called her baby, she felt warm and loved. It made her smile, brightly, especially when it was used so casually, especially when they were in front of their friends.

‘I touched myself in incredibly naughty ways.’ She whispered, her cheeks only glowing a brighter red as she spoke. ‘And it was almost as good as touching you.’ She punctuated her statement with a long, hard kiss; practically melting against Blair which cause the other to be backed against the wall.

‘Now,’ she grinned, once she had to pull back to breathe, ‘as much as I adore you in your uniform, if you want to get changed, you should go right ahead. I’ll go get the popcorn on and we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.’ She announced. ‘Your choice!’

Blair Anderson

Blair's cheeks were pink as Kate despite what she did and she ducked her head a little as she listened. But then Kate was kissing her and Blair practically melted against her, unable to stop herself from smiling against her girlfriend's lips. "The fact you say it's almost as good as touching me is actually really flattering," Blair said when they pulled away, a hand coming to play with Kate's hair.

Blair rolled her eyes and stepped back from her girlfriend so she could grab her bag from the cupboard. "As much as you love me being in a skirt, I think I'll get changed into something more comfortable. Especially if we're having a movie night," she added, making her way down to Kate's bedroom so she could change into a simple t-shirt and shorts. Blair placed her bag neatly in the corner before glancing at Kate's bed and blushing furiously when she realised that was where she'd touched herself.

Her cheeks still burning, Blair made her way back up the stairs and into the kitchen, where the popcorn was already beginning to pop. Blair wrapped her arms around Kate's waist from behind, grinning as she kissed the back of her neck. "Much more comfortable," she said with a laugh. "And this way, you still get to see my legs, so you don't miss out too much."

Kate Hummel

She turned in Blair's arms and leaned down to kiss her lips chastely. 'Well, you know how much I love your legs.' she hummed contently against her lips. She brought her hands up to Blair's face and cupped her cheek. 'I love having you here with me, with no-one else around. This is exactly what things will be like for us in New York.' she daydreamed aloud. 'Me, you, our tiny shoebox apartment that we pay too much rent for, and the smell of freshly popped popcorn.' she grinned.

'Why don't you go pick something for us to watch?' she invited, eager for Blair for discover the fairy-lit fort she'd put together before classes that morning. 'I'll get us sodas and finish this off.'

Blair Anderson

Blair grinned at Kate's words and wiggled her eyebrows before she cracked up laughing. The touch to her cheek had her falling quiet and she listened to her girlfriend, her heart soaring. Oh, she couldn't wait for the day the two of them ran and escaped to New York. It would be absolutely amazing and Blair was beyond excited. Just the two of them, making the tiny apartment their home in the city they both loved.

"Of course," Blair said, pressing one final kiss to Kate's lips before reluctantly pulling away and making her way into the living room, the path familiar to her now. But she hadn't been expecting the furniture to have been pushed back to make way for a custom-built blanket fort, complete with pillows inside and fairy lights inside, giving the tiny space the cosiest atmosphere Blair had ever seen. Damn, she really was in love with Kate. That was what she thought as she browsed the selection of movies Kate had before resigning to Netflix to find their trusted favourite - Moulin Rouge.

Kate Hummel

When the popcorn had popped and she’d served it up, she took a moment to glance down at her outfit. It was on point, obviously, but it wasn’t the most cuddly attire. She made short work of nipping down to her bedroom to change into a pair of shorts, and a sweater so oversized it hung like a dress.

Carefully balancing a selection of treats on a tray; treats comprising of popcorn, chocolate strawberries, coffee cream éclairs, marshmallows and a tub of vanilla frosting, Kate joined her girlfriend in the fort. Dating in Lima was difficult for your average straight couple; there wasn’t a huge selection of choice and the higher end restaurants that were suitable for a real date were just out of budget. The situation was further complicated when you were a young lesbian because not everywhere was accepting of the chaste kisses, or hand-holding they engaged in publicly. She hadn’t wanted to start their weekend off poorly and so this was the cosy date night in she had devised. If she knew Blair, and she did know Blair, all her effort would be appreciated and enjoyed.

‘I know I said I’d cook later, so I might have gone overboard on the treats but I couldn’t make my mind up yesterday.’ She chuckled as she balanced the tray in front of where they’d sit. ‘If this totally ruins your appetite, we can order late night pizza and I can cook tomorrow.’ She promised.

Blair Anderson

Her girlfriend climbing into the thought was far cuter than it probably should have been, and it brought a smile to Blair's face as she watched. She reached forwards to take the tray, just to make sure it didn't fall as Kate climbed in and as soon as she had, set it down again. It was easy then, to just bring her arm out and wrap it around her body as they settled down. Blair was smiling and kissed her girlfriend's head gently.

"That is more than okay with me, babe," she said with another grin. "It may be completely predictable of me, but I figured we could watch Moulin Rouge. I mean, it's pretty much become our movie and I can't think of a better way to spend a movie night with my wonderful girlfriend than watching this. Is that okay?"

Kate Hummel

‘Moulin Rouge is perfect!’ She agreed, smiling brightly. She pushed the tray forward so that they would have more room to recline back. ‘You should lay with your head in my lap so I can play with your hair.’ She suggested, looking at Blair expectantly. That was one of her favourite positions to sit in; Blair would lay across her lap and she’d spend the duration of whatever they were watching just stroking through her hair, twisting her curls around her fingers.

‘I’ll even feed you chocolate strawberries.’ She added as an incentive. She waited until they were both comfortable before she pressed play and began to relax as the familiar soundtrack started to wash over her.

Blair Anderson

Blair grinned at her girlfriend and nodded eagerly. Oh, laying with her head in Kate's lap was definitely her preferred position. For some reason, it made her feel so comfortable and safe, especially when the other girl would play with her curls. Blair was moving quickly, curled up with her head resting in Kate's lap as the movie began.

As promised, Blair was fed chocolate strawberries and every now and then, she'd look up at Kate and give her a soft smile, the kind of smile only ever reserved for her girlfriend, before focusing her attention on the movie once more. She was completely relaxed like this and it showed.

Kate Hummel

Her fingers trailed absently through Blair’s hair, allowing it to fan out over her thighs and twisting the ends around her fingers. They both knew better than to try and talk to one another during the movie; they hung on every word and she smiled at the occasional moments she caught the dark haired girl signing along. 

The movie was coming to a close when her mind started to drift from the fictional story to her own story. To Blair. She had discovered last week that despite feeling a little awkward about the whole thing a lot of the time, she quite enjoyed putting Blair in the position where she was the one being teased.

Kate reached for the tub of frosting and thought for a moment before swiping her finger through it. She brought it down towards Blair’s lips and waited, giving her the opportunity to tell her she was gross, or to lick it off.

Blair Anderson

Blair's entire attention was focused on the movie now, her eyes fixed on the screen while her girlfriend played with her hair. She bit her lip a little and willed herself not to get too emotional at the scenes playing out. But then she was distracted by feeling Kate moved and she looked up, watching her reach for the tub of frosting and gather some on her finger.

Oh.

She was holding it out in front of Blair's lips. Her heart began to beat a little faster and before she could talk herself out of anything, she leaned up and licked the frosting off Kate's finger, groaning softly at the taste. "You know that's really good, right? And eating frosting from the tub is like, a guilty pleasure? My mom always yells if she catches me."

Kate Hummel

She repeated the process; no-one but then was going to eat the frosting and Blair’s lips around her finger felt too inviting to miss. It was delightfully intimate. ‘Well then allow me to indulge you away from her watchful eye.’ She teased,

The third time, she brushed some of the sugary substance against Blair’s lips and leaned down to kiss it away. The position was a little uncomfortable but it was more than worth it to suck Blair’s lower lip between hers and clear it of the treat. ‘You’re right.’ She grinned. ‘It does taste pretty incredible.’

Blair Anderson

"You spoil me," Blair said to Kate with a laugh, easily accepting some more of the frosting. But after that, Kate had leaned down to kiss her and Blair's cheeks were slightly pink at both the action and the words that follow, playfully pushing the other gently. "Do you want me to stay here so you can play with my hair, or are you looking for an excuse to make out with me?" She questioned, turning and sitting up a little on her elbows so she could see her properly. "Because you know I'm happy with either."

Kate Hummel

‘I’m really greedy so honestly I want both those things.’ She answered honestly, giving her girlfriend a confident once over. ‘The movie’s nearly over and doesn’t it leave you feeling a little bit romantic?’ She asked curiously. ‘And it’s kinda hot to — y’know, with the frosting.’ She added with a blushing grin.

She glanced to her side and paused for a moment before she made her move. There were traces of frosting on her fingers and she smeared it across her lips. ‘Come and kiss me Blair.’ She requested, voice a little lower as desire crept into her tone. She was never one to be distracted from Moulin Rouge, not until the last credit had rolled, but for the past week all she had thought about was Blair, Blair’s mouth, Blair’s hands; Blair replacing every touch against her skin, Blair’s hand slipping between her legs, Blair’s teeth nipping at her neck.

Blair Anderson

Blair nodded when Kate mentioned the movie leaving her feeling romantic because she felt the same. Movies like that often left her feeling like true love existed and that anything was possible, even if Moulin Rouge had a tragic ending. And she'd found love with Kate. Kate, who could barely function in the morning until she'd had her first coffee. Kate, who found the good in people no matter what. Kate, who Blair was hopelessly in love with.

At the request, Blair scrambled up and moved so she was straddling Kate's hips, body pressed closer to her. She couldn't focus on anything but her girlfriend and she loved it, leaning forwards to close the gap between their lips and kiss her soundly.

Kate Hummel

She looped her arms around Blair, unable to stop herself grinning like a fool against her lips. She allowed herself to fall back against the small mountain of pillows built up behind her ; pulling the other down with her. She hooked her legs around her waist and used them to hold her girlfriend in place, as close as it was physically possible for them to be.

This weekend had been marked as their weekend on her calendar for months now; it wasn’t a surprise that her Dad and Carol were out of town. The surprise was in the turn her relationship had taken. She felt quite certain that her Dad wouldn’t have agreed to Blair spending the weekend had he been aware of the change. Thankfully, beyond one brief and uncomfortable conversation, sex and everything that came with it, had never been a topic of discussion again. ‘Take this off please.’ She requested breathily as she tugged at the hem of Blair’s shirt.

Blair Anderson

Blair giggled as she was pulled down on top of Kate, unable to stop herself from reaching down and kissing her softly. She liked this, liked laying on top of her girlfriend like this. It was comfortable and she let a hand run down Kate's cheek, watching her. She could almost see the cogs turning in her mind and Blair desperately wanted to ask what she was thinking about but she resisted. And as soon as Kate had spoken, the smaller girl grinned. Her patience had been rewarded and Kate was tugging at the hem of her oversized t-shirt. Blair sat up, quickly removing the item and grinning when she revealed she hadn't been wearing a bra underneath.

"I wanted to be comfortable," Blair said with a grin as she lowered herself back down, body pressed against Kate's tightly. "Not to mention I know how much you liked me like this last week. How could I not let you see it again?" Her tone was teasing and she reached up to play with Kate's hair softly. "I love you, you know. So much."

Kate Hummel

‘Definitely like you like this.’ She hummed against her lips. Until Blair, she’d never really understood the appeal of a naked human body. Yes, some people looked very pleasant but naked, everyone had the same parts. She had never been able to fathom desperately wanting someone to lose their clothes so she could drink in their naked form, until Blair, until very recently. It wasn’t so much to do with the fact that she was topless, while she did look very nice topless. It was more to do with knowing that if she pinched a nipple between her fingers, Blair’s eyes would widen and she would moan. It was knowing that cupping and kneading the soft flesh would make her melt against her, close her eyes and tell her not to stop.

‘It’s very had to think about how much I love you when I’m distracted by your boobs B.’ She laughed, kissing at her neck.  ‘Will you — will you sit up? I want to take some clothes off too.’ She requested quietly. Thus far, she’d never got as far as taking her bra off. She’s always been adamant that she didn’t want to be touched. This time felt a little different. She wanted Blair to feel free to touch her the she she’d been touched.

When Blair obliged, she only trembled slightly as she pulled her t-shirt over her head revealing a navy, lace bra; one she’d specifically purchased that week for the purpose of being able to show Blair. ‘Will you — It fastens in the front so if you want, you can take it off.’

Blair Anderson

Blair grinned at Kate's reply and she let out a soft, barely-there moan at the kisses to her neck. But then Kate was asking her to sit up and mentioned that she also wanted to lose some clothes and Blair obeyed immediately, moving to sit on Kate's thighs and watching as she removed her shirt.

"Beautiful," Blair whispered before she'd realised it, her hand coming to rest on Kate's navel as her eyes ran over the pale skin. "Absolutely beautiful." She barely registered Kate's request but looked up at her when she realised what she'd said and nodded, her hand slowly trailing up her abdomen. For a moment, Blair's fingers trailed along the mounds, over the lace material and she was sighing a little. But then she moved her fingers on the clasp and slowly unfastened it. With a gentle touch, Blair was guiding Kate up a little so she could push the bra off her shoulders.

She couldn't help but stare. Blair had wondered what Kate had looked like, of course she had, but her imagination didn't do the sight justice. Her girlfriend was breathtaking and Blair's hand hovered over a rosy pink nipple but she didn't touch. She wouldn't touch. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Blair said, her cheeks slightly pink.

Kate Hummel

Surprising herself, she didn’t feel her face redden. She didn’t feel exposed or on display. She just felt comfortable. She’d always liked her body; she’d never struggled with feeling unattractive. She’d never thought she was especially beautiful per day but she knew, objectively, she wasn’t ugly. It had always been a fear of intimacy that held her back, her uncomfortableness not with how she looked but with how to handle her body.

She laughed when Blair simply looked at her. She understood the feeling; she’d been slightly floored last week when she’d first seen her girlfriend like this. It was one thing to have the faintest imaginings but in person, it felt entirely different.

With one hand, she pressed Blair’s forward to rest against her breast. She breathed in deeply and pushed her chest forward against Blair’s palm. ‘It’s okay if you touch me. I want you too.’ She didn’t need to ask if Blair wanted to touch her. The other girl had made it very clear how much she wanted to explore her body between drunken revelations and sober clarifications; there hadn’t been a moment when Kate ever felt unwanted or undesirable.

‘Right now, I feel like nothing is off limits. We can just — We’ll go slowly and we’ll stop whenever it’s too much for one of us.’ She suggested, holding Blair’s gaze.

Blair Anderson

It was like Blair had forgotten how to speak. She let Kate move her hand, her lips slightly parted as she felt her breast in her hand, and her fingers moved, almost of their own accord, brushing over her nipple teasingly. Everything about Kate was gorgeous and Blair loved her more than anything. She nodded at the words but still didn't speak, simply drinking in the sight of her girlfriend.

"I love you," she eventually said, looking up back into Kate's eyes again, breaking into a genuine smile. "I... okay. Tell me if you don't want me to do something, okay? I want you to be comfortable."

And very slowly, Blair pinched the nipple between her fingers, making sure she was gentle as she did so. Her head ducked down, hair tickling over Kate's shoulder as she moved to kiss along her neck, nipping at the skin but not hard enough to mark. Not yet anyway.

Kate Hummel

‘I love you too.’ She surfed forward and caught her lips in a kiss. ‘You know I’ll tell you. I promise I’m comfortable. Please touch me.’ She emphasised the Please as she spoke; she wanted Blair to hear the desire in her voice.

She was rewarded with a sweet touch; Blair touching her much the same way she’d started out touching herself. She leaned her head to the side, giving her girlfriend complete access to wherever her lips took her. Her fingers twisted in dark curls, and rolled her whole body forward, pressing as close as she could get. Her breathing quickened slightly, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

‘You can — Just a little harder. I’m - oh - sensitive there. It feels good Blair. You feel really good.’ She encouraged, resting her hands in her waist.

Blair Anderson

Kate's reactions to the gentle touches were enough to spur Blair on and she grinned against her neck, hazel eyes flicking up to her girlfriend for a moment. She moved her lips away from her neck and down towards her collarbone, where she sucked a dark mark against the otherwise pale skin, humming in content as she rolled the nub between her fingers a little harder.

"Feel good, baby?" Blair asked when she pulled away, satisfied with the mark she'd left. "You like my hands on you there? Is it what you thought about when you touched yourself and played with your pretty self?" Blair's cheeks were pink as she spoke and she ducked a head down, carefully taking Kate's other nipple in her mouth, letting her tongue tease over it softly.

Kate Hummel

Her mind was moving a hundred miles a minute and she couldn’t make clear sense of any of her thoughts. Nothing beyond this is good. This feels — well, it felt better than good. Her whole body arched forward in response to Blair’s teeth. She could feel her skin bruising in response and she thrilled at the idea of having that mark linger.

‘I thought - Yeah, I thought about your mouth a lot. About - exactly that.’ She keened as Blair’s lips closed around her nipple. She’d always known in theory that that was a sensitive part of her body but she hadn’t realised how sensitive until she’d given in to touching herself. Blair was somehow even better at manipulating her body than she was.

‘I thought about you between my legs Blair. Fuck.’ She never swore but the expletive was the only word that could describe everything she was feeling right now. ‘Ever since you said you wanted — This is all I’ve been able to think about. The noises you made — I thought about those too. I imagined how much better they would be if you were touching your clit. Or if I — If I were the one touching you there.’ She confessed, taking longer to get the sentence out but managing to do so considerably more confidently than she had been last week.

Blair Anderson

Blair listened and groaned at the words. Her eyes flicked up towards Kate's face again, as though to watch her reaction to the mouth around her nipple and couldn't help but smirk slightly, satisfied. Kate was so different and Blair loved this side of her. This was new to both of them, but Kate even more so, and to hear her talking - and cursing like this, was nothing short of perfection. Blair let her teeth graze over Kate's nipple before she pulled off her, slowly teasing her way back up her chest, up her neck and along her jaw, hovering just above her lips.

"You thought about my hands touching your clit, baby?" She breathed, letting her free hand tease the sensitive skin of Kate's other breast, grinning to herself. "I've thought about you touching my clit too. It's what I think of when I'm touching myself, I'm imagining it's your fingers there, running over my body and bringing me to the brink of an orgasm before stopping and teasing me over, and over." Her cheeks were slightly flushed from embarrassment but Blair knew Kate wouldn't judge and she smiled at her, biting her lip. "I've touched myself a lot thinking about you," she confessed with a quiet laugh, slowly moving to lay beside Kate again, but kept a leg hooked over her thigh, subconsciously grinding her hips a little. "I just can't help myself."

Kate Hummel

It was all entirely too much. Overwhelming in the best possible way and suddenly, despite the heat of the moment, she was laughing. It wasn’t a soft, quiet giggle; it was loud, genuine laughter that she just couldn’t stop.

‘Blair - Oh! B, I’m sorry.’ She stutterers between breaths. ‘I’m not — I swear I’m not laughing at you. I’m just —‘ She shook her head in disbelief .  Her thoughts sent her into another fit of laughter and she clutched at her girlfriend. She could only imagine how awful this looked and she didn’t want Blair to pull away before she could recover.

She did.

Eventually.

Taking several long moments to focus on just breathing deeply with only an occasional giggle escaping. She opened her eyes, shining with unshed tears and held Blair’s gaze. ‘I’m sorry B. Really. I’m just — I’m lying here. With my girlfriend who I love more than I thought I could love another person and she’s telling me how she’s thought about me — about me touching her. And it’s so unbelievable. It’s just — God, it’s just so surreal. I never thought I would be here, be this happy and it’s so much.’ She explained, hoping Blair understood. ‘That, and the word clit has just started to sound so funny.’ She confessed. ‘But I hope you know all I can think about now is following through on that teasing you talked about.’

Blair Anderson

Blair pulled back a little when she heard Kate's laughter, a small frown on her face. At first, she was a little hurt. Her dirty talk wasn't that bad, was it? Sure, she hadn't had any experience with anyone else but she didn't think it was funny. Kate was trying to speak but couldn't due to her laughs and suddenly Blair was very aware that she had no shirt on and she felt her cheeks burning a bright red.

But Blair trusted Kate. She knew there had to be a reason she was laughing. And if her dirty talk was bad enough to make her laugh, then it was something she'd just have to work on, even if it did hurt. But then Kate had explained and Blair felt herself relax, a small smile on her lips. She leaned up to kiss Kate's forehead gently and pulled her girlfriend a little closer, so they were both laying on their side, legs tangled together.

"You are absolutely ridiculous," Blair said fondly, tucking a lock of hair behind Kate's ear. "I'm glad you're happy. Happy enough to start giggling when all I could think about was you touching me. I mean... if the mood has gone for you, then I understand," Blair said, biting her lip. "I want you to be comfortable with all of this."

Kate Hummel

‘No Blair. God no.’ She promised quickly. She brushed her fingers over her lip; freeing it from her teeth before she kissed her fiercely. She pushed against her, groaned against her lips. ‘The mood isn’t gone. I promise. I’m laughing because I am comfortable. I’m so comfortable with you and I never thought I could feel this way. Not about a person, not about sex.’ She insisted, hoping her spontaneous laughter hadn’t unnerved or upset her girlfriend.

‘I tried for so long to pretend I didn’t like girls. Do you remember I told you about how I tried dating Ben?’ She asked, refusing to leave any more space than was necessary between them. ‘I remember making out with him. It was so uncomfortable. Awkward in the worst way and I just remember thinking I really hope he doesn’t touch me. Anywhere. I didn’t want his hand on my leg, or in my hair. I didn’t want it. And with you, it’s the complete opposite. And it’s not — It’s not just because you’re a pretty girl. It’s because you’re Blair. My Blair who loved me even when I wouldn’t let her say the word masturbation in front of me.’

She tweaked the nipple she’d been teasing with light touched throughout her explanation. ‘I still very much want to touch you. In fact, I think we should go to my room.  If you want to.’ She invited, looking at her with lust-darkened eyes.

Blair Anderson

Blair couldn't help but smile against Kate's lips at the kiss. This was the girl she'd fallen in love with. The one who loved her unconditionally, who always made sure she was comfortable and genuinely cared for her well-being. It was one of the many reasons she had fallen so hard. A small frown appeared on Blair's face at the mention of the guy Kate had tried to date and she wrinkled her nose. But none of that mattered now, she was in a relationship with someone who loved her.

“Are you saying I'm not a pretty girl?" Blair teased lightly, kissing Kate's cheek gently as she spoke. "I loved you before the subject of masturbation even came up between us, Kate. You know that." Her words ended in a soft moan at the harsher touch to her nipple. It took a moment for Kate's words to really register in Blair's mind. But she was nodding at her, cheeks still slightly pink, and crawling out of the fort immediately, pulling her girlfriend up with her and kissing her as soon as she was stood before her. It didn't matter that neither of them were fully clothed - at this point, Blair only had on a pair of flimsy shorts - because she knew they both wanted this.

"I'd love to."

Kate Hummel

‘Well then, let me lead the way.’

She whispered the words against Blair’s lips before lacing their fingers together and guiding her downstairs to her bedroom. Kate loved living in the basement; the space was huge by teenage bedroom standards and even a little beyond that. The space was tastefully decorated and removed enough from the house that Kate always felt like it was her own separate bubble.

She tugged Blair against her by hooking her fingers in the waistband of her shorts. ‘You have to be comfortable with this too Blair.’ She hummed. She picked her lips before she stepped back and looked her over. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her own shorts and quickly, before she could overthink it, pulled the material down her legs to reveal the matching navy panties that completed her bra set. She beckoned her closer with a crooked finger. ‘You should — You should really feel how in the mood I am. How much you turn me on. How much you turn me on.’ She invited, careful taking her hand and guiding in to rest against her thigh.

Blair Anderson

Blair followed almost blindly, unable to focus on anything except her girlfriend now. They were in Kate's bedroom before she could even form a coherent sentence and Blair was being pulled closer by her shorts, grinning a little as their bodies were pressed together. But then Kate was gone again, pulling her own shorts off and revealing lace underwear she'd clearly worn to match with the bra, which lay forgotten in the lounge.

There was something about the way Kate beckoned her closer that had Blair weak at the knees. It was such a simple action and yet, Blair was following immediately, pressing herself closer to her. Blair groaned a little at the words and glanced down as her hand was guided to the thigh. She slowly inched her fingers upwards, stopping just before she reached the material of the panties.

"I'm more than comfortable," Blair whispered, looking up at Kate and swallowing hard. "I'm... a little nervous. But god, I want to... I w-want to..." Blair's fingers moved up, to the waistband of the underwear and before she could talk herself out of it, she'd let them slip inside, pressing against Kate very gently. Immediately she could feel how turned on the other was and Blair let out a groan, leaning forwards to kiss her jaw. She didn't move any further, not yet. No, instead she simply pressed her fingers against her gently and waited for Kate to tell her it was okay, waiting for permission.

Kate Hummel

This was really happening. She was really inviting Blair to — Before she could really think about the move she had just made, Blair’s fingers were underneath her underwear and pressing against her. ‘Don’t be nervous B.’ She whispered, her desire to make sure Blair felt confident causing any nerves of her own to disappear entirely.

She looked at her for a moment before she slid her own fingers in alongside Blair’s. She covered her hand and pressed forward, using her new hold on her to direct her touch. ‘Pressure Blair.’ She hummed, insisting on a little more than a feather light brush of fingers. ‘I want to feel you.’ Her smile was dreamy; evidently beginning to distract herself from everything around her.

She moved Blair’s fingers, and it seemed Blair was all too willing to let her. She didn’t feel embarrassed any more; this felt too good to think about something as fleeting as that. She led Blair’s fingers to her clit, and started to move her fingers in small circles. It provoked a sharp intake of air even though she knew exactly what was coming.

‘This is what I was thinking about when I touched myself like this. I was thinking about it being your fingers.’

Blair Anderson

Blair gasped when she felt Kate's hand directing hers and again, she felt weak at the knees. How was something so simple so hot? She watched her face carefully, watched every reaction to the different touches, trying to figure out exactly what she liked, what made her feel good. The sharp intake of breath at the pressure to her clit had her smiling a little and Blair leaned forwards again, kissing Kate's neck tenderly as she worked her fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves, a little harder this time.

"I want you to feel good," Blair mumbled, her other arm wrapping around Kate's slender body and holding her close. She wanted to make sure Kate enjoyed this, wanted it to be good for her and it was what spurred her to move them closer to the bed, her hand slipping out of her underwear as she moved to lay on it, pulling Kate down. With a small smile, Blair reached up and removed the underwear Kate was wearing, leaving her completely naked for the first time.

For a moment, Blair just stared, taking in the beauty that was Kate Hummel's naked form. She bit her lip as she looked over her, itching to be naked too. But right now, this was about Kate. So Blair moved forwards, settling beside Kate and letting her fingers slip down again to continue the motions from before, a little more meaning behind them now.

Kate Hummel

She surprised herself with how easily her legs spread for her girlfriend. It was instinctive. Her body craves the touch and reacted accordingly to make it happen as easily as possible. She rocked her hips slowly against the touch, helping Blair find the rhythm she liked. Her fingers came to her breasts and she teased herself in tandem; pinching, tweaking and tugging the stiffened buds  ‘Uh’ She grunted, giving a hard jerk of her hips.

This was good but she wanted more. She wanted to bring Blair to an orgasm first; that had been her biggest fantasy all along. ‘Stop.’ She instructed softly. ‘Take off your underwear. I want to touch you. More than I want to be touched and you can feel how much I want that.’ She grinned.

Blair Anderson

Kate's reactions had Blair wanting more immediately and she loved it. She kept up the movement of her fingers, determined to make her feel good and judging from the sounds Kate was making, she was succeeding. Everything was perfect and Kate's soft moans filled the room, filled Blair's ears and nothing was better. She smiled against her, kissing her gently. But then Kate was telling her to stop and Blair froze immediately, worried she'd done something wrong.

The instructions had her blushing slightly but she nodded regardless and moved to sit up, suddenly feeling nervous. She'd never been naked in front of another person before and slowly moved her shorts down her hips, along with her underwear, and let them fall off the side of the bed, leaving her completely naked for the first time.

"Please," she whispered, her own hand slowly edging towards her core and teasing herself slightly. "You... You're all I've thought about for months."

Kate Hummel

She sat back on the bed, back pressed firmly against the headboard and she spread her legs. She patted the space in the middle and grinned at her girlfriend. ‘Sit here. Lean back against me and spread your legs.’ She winked and let out a chuckle. ‘I bet you thought you might only hear me saying that in your dreams.’ She teased.

When Blair was positioned how she wanted, she brought her right hand around her waist and made a point of trailing her fingers against her stomach, down towards her sex. ‘Help me B.’ She requested, nipping at her earlobe. ‘Take my hand and teach me how you want me to touch you.’

Blair Anderson

Blair couldn't help but stare at Kate as she sat back against the bed, legs spread again. But she was beckoning her closer once more and Blair was moving before she'd even thought about it, her cheeks pink. But she was smiling and she nodded at the question, slowly moving into position. It was intimate to be sat like this with absolutely nothing between them and Blair shivered but the room wasn't cold. She looked up at her girlfriend and leaned up so she could press a firm kiss to her lips, smiling against her.

Blair reached for Kate's hand, her fingers trembling a little as she did so and slowly guided her down closer to her body, holding her breath. "Like... L-Like this," Blair whispered, guiding her fingers to run through her folds, almost teasingly, before adding the slightest of pressures against her clit and her sighing softly. "I like... teasing. The b-build up."

Kate Hummel

She rested her chin on Blair’s shoulder and watched with a fascinated gaze as Blair moved and manipulated her fingers. She allowed herself to be completely malleable to her touch and she hissed sharply when she first felt just how wet Blair was. ‘I think I might be a fan of teasing you.’ She whispered against her ear as she started to become more bold with her movements.

She hooked her legs over Blair’s and used that position to spread Blair’s legs even further apart.  ‘Perfect B.’ She encouraged. She brought her left hand up to cup and tease her breasts. She had been fascinated with how sensitive Blair was here and she wasted no opportunity to remind them both. She tweaked firmly right as she pressed her fingers more insistently against her clit; rubbing in slow, firm circles.

‘Keep taking to me Blair.  Tell me everything.’ She requested. ‘How long do you tease yourself for?’

Blair Anderson

Blair gasped when Kate's legs moved over hers, spreading them open a little more and giving her more access. There was a touch to her breast and Blair let her head fall back, lips parted in a gentle moan. It was strange, having someone else's hand against her rather than her own. She was used to it being her own fingers teasing her, moving against her like this. But now it was Kate against her and she arched her hips into the touch a little.

"It... it depends," she said, closing her eyes for a moment, losing herself just a little in how good it felt. "If I'm on my own then I can tease myself for a long time. But I... I usually like to edge myself a couple of times before I... you know." Her cheeks flushed at the words and she looked up at Kate with a somewhat shy smile. "You feel so good, Kate. M-Much better than my fingers. God, you feel good."

Kate Hummel

‘Before you what Blair?’ She prompted, arching a brow. ‘How am I supposed to know what to give you unless you tell me what it is that you want?’ She asked innocently.

She leaned down and kissed down her neck and then along her shoulders. ‘Keep talking to me. Keep telling me what you like. Tell me when I need to stop.’ She requested, moving her fingers faster over the sensitive spot.

There was a rush of control that seemed to have overtaken her body. Blair was doing exactly what she’d asked, and Kate could feel every twitch of her body in response. She turned her face against her neck and left a trail of open-mouthed kisses against her skin, nipping and sucking as she went.

Blair Anderson

"Before I c-cum," Blair said breathlessly, looking up at Kate and groaning as she kissed down her neck and along her shoulders. She nodded at the request, arching her back again. Kate's fingers felt amazing against her and she couldn't focus on anything except her girlfriend. "This," she said simply. "I like this. I d-don't want you to stop. I want you to keep going b-because you feel amazing."

Blair looked up at Kate, groaning and letting her head fall back at the kisses to her neck. She was itching to touch her, itching to get between her legs and make her girlfriend moan and writhe for her. But she'd have to be patient and right now, all Blair could do was take this and god, it was amazing. She could hear the sound of Kate's fingers against her wetness as she moved them a little faster and Blair moaned, louder this time, as her hips twitched.

"I love you," she breathed, her own hand itching towards her core but not touching. "I l-love you so much, Kate. Please, please don't stop."

Kate Hummel

‘I won’t stop Baby.’ She soothed, whispering the words against her skin. ‘Trust me, I have no desire to stop. You’re falling apart in my arms and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.’ She grinned brightly, renewed excitement taking over her actions.

Her hand moved from Blair’s breast to slide between her slick folds; this touch light and teasing in comparison to the now furious sped with which her fingers worked over the sensitive bud of nerves.

‘This is what I’ve been thinking about all week. At first I didn’t know how to touch myself, didn’t know what to think about and then I thought about you, body on the edge of an orgasm and fuck me, if I didn’t cum right away at just the thought.’ She chuckled.

Blair Anderson

Blair's cries only got louder as Kate moved her fingers faster, more determined now. She reached for her wrist, holding it close to her body and moaning loudly at just how good it felt. Why hadn't they done this before? Blair had no idea sex could be this good and she was itching for more, and more, and more. And they'd only just started.

"I'm c-close," Blair muttered to Kate, looking up at her and letting out another loud moan, her hips arching up into Kate's touch. "Please, please, baby. Oh god, you feel so g-good. I don't know if I can last much longer. Please, please, I want to c-cum."

Kate Hummel

‘And here I was thinking you wanted me to tease you.’ She remarked. She had thought about teasing her; if Blair sounded like this now, what would she be saying after reaching this stage two or three times over?

On this occasion however, Kate was as eager for her girlfriend to cum as she was. She didn’t let up her pace, and teased the fingers of her other hand at her entrance but did nothing more than that. ‘I don’t want you to last much longer. I want you to cum on my fingers Blair. Because the real thing so far is infinitely better than what I imagined.’ She pointed out honestly.

Blair Anderson

At this point, she wouldn't have cared if Kate had teased her. She was too far gone, too lost in her girlfriend and her every move to focus on anything else. She was arching up into the touch, still holding her wrist tightly and moaning as Kate moved.

There was the brush against her entrance and Blair groaned loudly, her legs slipping open a little wilder. Kate fucking her was something else she'd thought about. But now? Now all she could focus on was the fingers on her clit, bringing her closer to her edge. She came with a cry of Kate's name, back arching and holding the wrist close to her body. Blair's body still trembled as she came down from her orgasm but kept hold of the wrist, breathing heavily.

Kate Hummel

She gradually slowed and then stilled her touch as Blair came down from her orgasm. She’d made up her mind as soon as her name had left the other’s lips that this was something she was going to repeat — and often. She smiled, noticing the way Blair’s fingers were still closed tightly around her wrist. She made no attempt to pull her hand from her grip, even after she’d stopped working her fingers over her.

‘You’re perfect.’ She whispered, sucking her earlobe between her lips. ‘I love you and you’re perfect.’ She repeated.

She waited a few minutes longer before wiggling her fingers. ‘Are you holding my hand against you because you want me to go again Baby?’ She prompted.

Blair Anderson

Blair couldn't focus on the words. She heard Kate speaking, but had no idea what she'd said and she looked up at her, still breathing heavily and blinked several times to try and focus once again. The movement of the fingers against her had her moaning softly, legs twitching at the shock of pleasure it sent up her spine.

"I... I didn't realise I was," she whispered, letting out a long breath and sitting up a little, turning slightly so she could kiss Kate. "I... I want you to feel good. I mean... I can go again, but I want you to feel good too. I want to feel you, Kate. Against my fingers, my mouth... Everywhere."

Kate Hummel

‘Tell me what you want to do to me.’

In another time, she’d insist that Blair stay exactly how she was, that she submit herself to several orgasms rocking through her body before she could touch Kate in return. Now, because everything was so new; she behaved indulgently. She wanted to give Blair exactly what she wanted because she suspected she’d want it done to her just as much.

She kissed her back, biting her lower lip. ‘I’m yours Gorgeous. I want you to do what you want. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.’ She promised. The thought of Blair’s mouth was overwhelming but she didn’t want to rule it out if that’s what Blair wanted, not without at least giving it a try.

Blair Anderson

Blair turned slightly on the bed, so she was on her knees in front of Kate and leaned up to kiss her. Her hand came forwards, running through her slick folds with a soft smile and she began to kiss down her neck, groaning softly against her. "You're gorgeous," she mumbled into her skin, letting her fingers tease her clit as she spoke. "I want to use my tongue on you. G-god, I want to taste you," Blair admitted, her cheeks flushing. "Until you're writhing on the bed and pulling my hair."

Blair moved to sit back a little, but she kept up the movement of her fingers, enjoying just how wet Kate was for her. "You m-may have to move, to lay down? I don't know if it'll be more comfortable for you," she said, her free hand moving along Kate's thighs. "Is that okay?"

Kate Hummel

She knew what Blair wanted but somehow it still caught her a little off guard to hear it said out loud in this setting. For a minute, she couldn’t believe anyone wanted to be that intimate with her but she vanished that thought and found herself slipping down against the sheets, so only her head and shoulders were propped up against the pillows.

‘It’s more than okay B.’ She breathed, managing to let the words escape between the mixed moans, pants and sharp inhales of breath at her current ministrations.

‘Put your mouth on me.’ She invited, knowing Blair was seeking her permission before trying something new. She spread her legs wider, giving Blair ample space to make herself comfortable.

Blair Anderson

Blair nodded at Kate's words and there was still the ghost of a smirk on her lips at the moaning and panting her girlfriend was doing from the movement of her fingers. She let her hand fall away and drunk in the sight of Kate, legs open, body on display. It really was a beautiful sight.

Blair leaned forwards, planting a final kiss on Kate's lips before she began to kiss down her body, stopping to tease each nipple for just a moment before continuing south. But Blair didn't immediately do what she'd been aching to. Instead, she kissed along Kate's thigh, close to her core before moving over to the other one and nipping the skin gently.

"Tell me if it's too much," Blair whispered before finally leaning forwards, mouth against her wetness and tongue slowly moving over her clit, as though simply testing the waters.

Kate Hummel

Her whole body tensed; she opened her mouth to speak but she couldn’t make any sound come out. Blair’s mouth was on her sex. Blair’s tongue was — ’Holy shit.’ she rasped out, eyes blown wide at how something seemingly so small could feel that good that quickly. Her fingers were nothing in comparison to her tongue and she’d ask for this over and over until Blair’s mouth was bruised.

Both her hands twisted into Blair’s hair, and she used her grip as an opportunity to jerk her hips up, seeking at more immediately. She’d never made noises like the ones currently leaving her mouth; and they only continued to more Blair continued to lap at her clit.

Blair Anderson

Blair moaned against her when her hair was pulled and immediately she knew this was something she'd never get tired of. It sounded strange but Kate tasted amazing. Feeling her against her tongue brought a whole new wave of arousal to Blair and she had absolutely no intention of stopping if Kate was enjoying this.

She glanced up to meet her girlfriend's eyes and winked at her before returning to what she was doing and sucking the bundle of nerves between her lips, tongue moving with more purpose now she knew how much Kate was enjoying this.

Kate Hummel

She couldn’t form actual words so it was impossible to tell Blair that if she stopped, Kate never forgive her. Her mouth was open and there was a seeming constant flow of sounds falling from her lips.

Her fingers tightened on Blair’s hair. ‘Don’t Stop.’ She managed, her voice breathless. Blair’s lips had closed around her clit and she was sucking — dear God if that wasn’t the most pleasurable sensation. She couldn’t lay still; she was arching her back, rocking her lips up towards Blair’s face and desperately trying to move against her, to feel more.

Blair Anderson

This was, without a doubt, Blair's new favourite thing to do. She would happily do this daily for her girlfriend just to hear those moans and whimpers, to hear how her voice sounded when she could form words and to feel the tight grip on her curls. If she wanted to pull away, she'd have reassured Kate she had no intention of stopping. But she didn't want to stop even just to utter a reply.

Blair moved her arms, wrapping them around each of Kate's thighs and pulling her a little closer as she continued to move her tongue. One hand fell, running through her folds and pressing against her entrance with only the slightest pressure and Blair groaned against Kate.

Kate Hummel

She felt warm all over; her skin was tingling and she could feel pressure building in the pit of her stomach. She was almost there; almost but not quite and she  twisted against the bed sheets, desperately trying to bring herself closer to her orgasm by pressing closer to Blair’s mouth.

‘Oh god, I could keep you there forever B.’ She whined, arching her back off the bed. ‘You have no idea how — oh fuck — Blair, right there. Keep going. I’m so cl- Close.’

Blair Anderson

Blair groaned against Kate again. The way she moved, the way her words broke off slightly from how good she felt had Blair eager for more. She wanted to make her girlfriend feel good and knew she could go all night if she wanted to. This was about Kate and how good she felt, how comfortable she was with this. All Blair could do in response was hum against her, sucking a little harder over her clit and moving her tongue a little faster, eager to draw out more moans from Kate.

This was so much better than she could have ever imagined and Blair loved it. Her hand left Kate's thigh and moved to reach for her hand, lacing their fingers together, as though to keep her grounded. The other hand pressed a little more firmly over her entrance, glancing up at her girlfriend, eager to see what she look like when she reached her release.

Kate Hummel

Her toes literally curled. The noise that left her lips was long and high-pitched and her hips twitched as her orgasm worked through her entire body. She could feel Blair’s fingers pressing at her hole and she almost told her to do something other than tease but words weren’t her forté in that moment.

Her eyes finally fell closed as she allowed herself to settle into the feeling, to enjoy every second of pleasure that wriggled through her body. Her fingers remained clenched in Blair’s hair, almost reluctant to let her actually stop. ‘Fuck me’ she breathed out, her whole body melting into the sheets. ‘You’re amazing.’

Blair Anderson

Kate's orgasm was so much more breathtaking than Blair could have ever have imagined. She watched as her body curled and she held her close to her, smiling a little as she did so. Blair continued to work her through the orgasm, though she was a little more gentle now, knowing how sensitive Kate must feel. Her hands were still on her hair, which was now wild, curls sticking up everywhere, and Blair slowly moved her mouth off Kate, though her fingers replaced it immediately, slowly working over her clit.

"As are you," Blair said, quickly wiping her mouth with her free hand and moving to lay beside Kate, grinning at her as she let her fingers move, almost teasingly. "You feeling okay? I mean, you cursed, Kate Hummel, that almost never happens."

Kate Hummel

As soon as she was within kissing distance, Kate kissed her fiercely. She groaned as her own taste covered her tongue and hooked her leg over Blair’s hip. She wasn’t nearly ready to lose any of the closeness they’d just shared. ‘You made me curse.’ She countered. ‘It was the only fitting word.’

She was very aware of the fact that Blair’s fingers were still between her legs, still teasing her; her touch was verging between being painful and feeling good. She pressed her hips down, deciding the lingering pleasure would be worth the momentary discomfort of being too sensitive. ‘Are you trying to turn me into a speechless, horny mess?’

Blair Anderson

Blair let out a giggle when Kate kissed her, wrapping her arm around her and holding her close. She kept the other hand exactly where it was though, watching for Kate's reactions carefully. And then her hips were moving down and Blair was grinning.

"I might be," Blair said with a shrug. "Why, is it working? I just... I can't get enough of you, Kate. Everything about you is amazing and I'm even more in love with you now than I ever thought was possible."

Kate Hummel

‘Have I turned you into an insatiable monster?’ She whispered against her lips as they exchanged lingering, sweet kisses. Her fingers threaded through Blair’s hair, pushing it back from her face and she pressed closer, hitching her leg a little higher over her hips. ‘You’re being silly; I’m not that amazing.’ Blair was definitely more verbally affectionate than she was, and she didn’t always know how to respond to it. Sometimes it felt silly to always be the person responding with ‘I love you too’. She never felt her words seemed quite as grand as what her girlfriend had to say. ‘I’m glad you love me because I don’t know what I’d do without you.’ She hummed.

Blair Anderson

"You might have," Blair said honestly, a grin set firmly on her face. It was sweet, to lay like this and she let her hand move away from Kate's core so she could wrap both arms around her and hold her close. "I don't think I'm being silly. Everything about you is amazing."

Blair fell silent, occasionally pressing a gentle kiss to Kate's head as they lay there. And after a moment, she spoke. "Were going to have to tidy up downstairs before anyone comes home tomorrow," she said, glancing down at Kate. "Our bras are still up there. But somehow I don't want to get out of bed. It's probably seeing you naked," she teased, leaning down to kiss her lips again.

Kate Hummel

'Finn's not coming home until dinner tomorrow. I bribed him with promising to make his favourite so he'd stay away.' she sighed contently, almost missing the feeling of Blair's hand against her sex. She felt perfectly content in that moment; wrapped in her girlfriend's arms was definitely her happy place. She shifted away from her only so she could pull the blanket at the bottom of the bed over their bodies.

'I definitely think nudity is one of my favourite looks on you.' she teased back. 'I'm just -- I don't know what I am Blair. Other than happy. On one hand, I want to keep exploring you, and on the other, I don't want to move from exactly this spot. I didn't expect any of this this weekend, not really but I'm glad it happened. And I'm glad we waited.'

Blair Anderson

Blair's cheeks were pink as she listened to Kate but she couldn't help but grin. She watched her bring the blankets over their bodies and she tugged Kate closer, kissing the top of her head lovingly. The fact Kate felt the same way as her made her heart ache in the most wonderful way possible and it showed.

"You can see me naked any time you want," Blair teased. "I feel the same though. I want to stay here and cuddle but I also want to keep exploring and feel you in every way possible. I feel the same. It's... it's nice because we didn't rush and... I think it's been perfect," Blair added, her cheeks flushing again.

Kate Hummel

'Is it normal for orgasms to make you feel tired?' she chuckled, tucking herself completely against Blair's body. She wound her arms around her body and left a kiss against her shoulder. 'Is it terrible if I want to sleep for a while? I just want to nap, with you wrapped around me; and then I'm gonna wake up in an hour and want to order pizza.' she grinned, glancing up at her through her eyelashes.

Blair Anderson

"I think so," Blair replied with a grin, humming happily as she felt the lips against her shoulder. Naked cuddling was definitely Blair's favourite thing and she pressed herself as close to Kate as possible, arms wrapped tightly around her. "Mm, no baby, not at all," Blair mumbled, rubbing at her own eyes and glancing down at her, grinning in response to her words. "A nap sounds perfect. We can nap, then eat pizza and I'm probably going to wake to make you moan for me a couple more times, seeing as we have the house to ourselves."

Kate Hummel

'Oh god' she groaned, hiding her face at Blair's suggestion of making her moan. Part of her was absolutely mortified by the noises she'd made; they sounded incredible when it was Blair making them but the same definitely wasn't true for herself surely. 'You can't just say things like that Blair. You can't just --' she trailed off and breathed out. 'You're a monster. I've turned you into a monster.'