I'm In Lesbians With You

1x1 roleplay blog solely to write stupid, gay plots with my other half. Mun and muses are 21+.

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Wedding Bells || Cassandra & Marissa

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     Cassie was so focused on trying to think of something that would help her pass the time that she barely noticed her fiance standing right next to her. If it wasn’t for the fact that said woman spoke up, she was pretty certain she would have never noticed the other was there. Nevertheless, once her eyes laid upon the other’s figure, she felt her breath hitch a little in surprise. 

     Marissa looked absolutely perfect. Obviously this thing did not mean as much to Cassie as it meant to Marissa, but the former would be dammed if she ever went on with her life without having the opportunity to see the latter on her wedding gown. “Wow,” she muttered under her breath, and she could barely register that the other was speaking. 

     Once the other emphasized how “unlucky” this situation is for their future, Cassie seemed to have snapped from her small trance, finally paying attention to what the other was saying. “Luck can kiss my ass,” the blonde said jokingly, walking up to her fiance and reaching out for her hands. “You okay though, baby?”

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Marissa has the distinct feeling that her finacee wasn't even listening to a word she said. But finally, once she'd lost the dopey look from her face, Cassie spoke. Sighing, Marissa wanted to back away and leave and pay attention to tradition, but the other's voice and her fingers interlaced with her owned calmed her down considerably.

"I'm just..." Nervous was the wrong word, she wasn't nervous, not really, and she certainly wasn't scared. The wedding was all but a formality at this point, little more than Cassie indulging her when they just as easily could have gone down to town hall to get a marriage license. "Anxious," she finally replied, worrying her lip. 

Honestly, she simply wanted to get the ceremony over with so she could spend the night drinking expensive wine and dancing with her wife. Looking up again, she gave a small smile. "You look amazing, Cassandra."

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Wedding Bells || Cassandra & Marissa

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      Today was the big day for Cassandra and her soon to be wife. She wasn’t as stressed as she imagined she would have been, but it was still pretty intense. The actress made sure everything was running perfectly, and that everyone was assigned to their designated positions and jobs regarding her wedding. It wasn’t like it was a dream of hers to have this day, but she knew how much it meant to Marissa, so she wanted to make it the best, most pleasant day of her soon to be wife’s life. 

      However, Cassie was almost positive the other might be slowly drowning in stress right now, which really made her feel conflicted on her next actions. The blonde was already in her white dress — hair and make up down — and since she already checked up on everyone and the status of everything, she had time to spare before she was to wait for Marissa to walk down the aisle; hence her pacing her room. 

      In order to get some air and try to clear her mind she decided to just leave the room. The anxiety only seemed to intensify, and the time went slower than it should have, so she found herself stepping out into a small yard outside the building. Looking up into the sky for a second she took a deep breath, “we’re doing this. It’s happening,” she told herself, not noticing the person exiting the building as well.

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She just needed a minute - a minute to breathe and relax and get her shit in order. This was happening, they were doing this. It had been nearly a decade since she met Cassie, and now, finally, in front of all their friends and family, she'd get to marry her. The thought alone was insane - just crazy, really. Picking up her skirt, she dashed into the courtyard and took a big, deep breath of fresh, spring air. She instantly felt better, more at ease. That is, at least, until she noticed a certain familiar face.

"Oh, no," she said aloud, a line of sweat forming on her worried brow, "oh, fuck no," and Marissa squeezed her eyes shut, hoping maybe if she didn't lay another eye on her bride it might counteract the bad luck. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," she muttered, then opening again, glared at the blonde. "What are you doing out here?!" Hands forming into fists at her side, she bit her lip. "Cassandra, we can't see each other! I need to - I'll see you later, but just go."

Pursing her lips, she looked at Cassie, hoping the woman would just listen and turn around and go back inside so Marissa could hyperventilate in peace like a normal person. But she had to notice - how could she not - just how jaw-droppingly stunning Cassie looked. Just the absolute picture perfect bride, right from the crown of her head to her beautiful dress. A worried half-smile on her face, she spoke again. "Seriously, baby, this is bad luck. Really, really bad luck."

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Wedding Bells || Cassandra & Marissa

     When the planning process had started, Marissa had been adamant about an evening wedding. She could see it in her head - they walk down the aisle at twilight, the officiant would order them to "kiss the bride" just as the sun went down, and then they'd overdo it on expensive champagne and dance the night away. It was perfect. What she'd never taken into account, though, was the stress and anxiety of waiting all day long for the damn thing to happen.

    Between her mother and sisters and aunts trailing her for hours - each chiming in with their own last minute advice about how to make the ceremony perfect, sitting in hair and makeup for what felt like days, and dealing with every little crisis the wedding planner ran by her, Marissa was exhausted by lunch. And to make matters worse, she'd been very insistent on one particular tradition: that it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. 

     While she knew she'd be happy to have waited when she finally saw Cassie walk down the aisle, all she wanted to do at the moment was curl up into her arms until the stress melted away. It was going to be a very long afternoon.

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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      Avery’s smile soon turned into the happiest grin of the night as of yet. She couldn’t believe the turn of events of this night. But nevertheless, she was happy to be laying on Kennedy’s arms, feeling the woman plant a small kiss on the nape of her neck. “Goodnight, Casanova,” she said softly as she interlocked her fingers with Kennedy’s hands and snuggled closer. 

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     Fingers interlacing with Avery's, Kennedy buried her face in the other's neck, inhaling her scent and feeling at once calm and peaceful and safe for the first time in half a decade. "Goodnight, beautiful," was her only reply as she closed her eyes, drifting off into a much-needed night's rest, a sleepy grin on her face.

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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      Listening to the other’s words caused Avery to giggle. “Such a good lady,” she murmured before placing a kiss on the girl’s nose, laying her head back down on the comfortable pillow. At the mention of the old nickname, Avery chuckled. “The bed does sound rather fantastic, honey,” she smiled, turning around to give Kennedy her back so they could spoon. “Spoon me like the good husband you’re supposed to be, love,” Avery said teasingly as she moved closer to the other’s body.

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     Kennedy scrunched up her face in a smile at the nose kiss, and happily curved her body around Avery's ass as the other turned. "Anything you want, wifey," she replied, wrapping her arm around the woman's waist and holding her close and tight as she pulled the quilt over them. Giving the other a small, soft kiss on the nape of her neck, Kennedy sighed very, very happily.

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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      “Unless you’re sober and we’re just going over to the couch momentarily so we can fuck there,” she mentioned, a small smile gracing her lips as she looked at Kennedy, “then move back onto the bed, then,” she trailed off once again, her smile stretching a little bit wider. “I guess we should stay here.”

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     Listening to Avery's words did... things to Kennedy, though she yelled at herself internally to keep it in her pants. "Sounds like a plan for tomorrow," she replied, taking a slow breath to cool herself down, "but tonight, the bed sounds perfect, babe." Kennedy let out a soft giggle, the joking nickname from way back when slipping out.

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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      Kennedy’s response made Avery giggle happily. “Yes, please,” she replied, a big grin resting upon her face. Once their foreheads were resting against each other once again, Avery gave Kennedy a chaste kiss. “So that means we’re both not taking the couch, right?”

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       The kiss sent the butterflies fluttering again, and Kennedy smiled right back, her teeth flashing as she side-eyed the sofa. "I mean, unless you want us to both squeeze onto the couch...?" she replied, teasing.

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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      Avery waited with bated breath, worried she might have said something wrong when she voiced out her worries, but as luck would have it, Kennedy understood. Or at least she decided to agree, anyway. Once the other settled into the pillows, Avery followed suit, her hand never leaving the other’s back so once she was comfortable, she snuggled into the other’s body. “I’ll stay for as long as you’ll have me,” the blonde murmured.

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    Exhaling happily as she felt Avery snuggle into her side, Kennedy tightened her grip on the other's side, wanting the woman as close to her as she could be. "So... forever, then?" she replied, a chuckle escaping with her words, and she leaned in again to touch her forehead to Avery's softly, the simple act of being near the other just as good as rockin' that body all night long.

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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      Upon hearing the other’s question, Avery didn’t know whether to laugh or be flattered at how worried the other seemed to be. Essentially she was being a little shit, but there was a small part of her that didn’t want to really do anything when the other was a bit drunk. “Yeah, I just,” she started, trying to find the right words to say before continuing, “I don’t know, you’ve had booze and like… I don’t wanna,” Avery trailed off, struggling once again to find the right words. “Y’know,” hence why she ended up like this.

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     Kennedy nodded as she listened to Avery speak, her hand slowly migrating from the other's chest back to her waist, where it sat chastely, though she continued to hold her. She finished, and she nodded a final time, opening her mouth simply to say, "Okay," before settling down into the pillows, eyes on the gorgeous blonde beside her. After a moment, she asked, "You'll stay, though... right?"

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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      Avery’s mind was working on auto pilot, as previously mentioned, but at one point she’s bound to wake up so she was most definitely on her journey towards achieving that. Specially when she heard Kennedy groan, seeing as it made her feel those sinful things her parents disapproved of. Said feelings only intensified when Kennedy’s hand found her abdomen and slowly moved upward. However, before it could get there, Avery slowly broke the kiss and rested her forehead against the others, their lips centimeters away from each other.

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      Every cell in Kennedy's body felt as though it were on fire, and just before her hand could reach the other's organic milkbags of love, Avery decided to be a motherfucking cockblock and break the god damn kiss. What the fuck? the mun thought. Drawing in a slow breath, Kennedy rested her head against the other's, speaking lowly, "Are you okay?" She was worried perhaps she'd gone too far or too fast - she didn't want to upset Avery.

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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       Once she felt Kennedy kiss her back again, Avery smiled into their kiss, enjoying herself a bit too much. This was something she believed she’d never have the opportunity to do. At least not specifically with the woman before her, of course. Feeling the other’s nip on her bottom lip caused Avery to moan softly. The sexual frustration obviously getting too real for her to contain. Nevertheless, her hand on Kennedy’s back moved lower, towards the girl’s waist until she could slide it into the woman’s shirt, her hand meeting the other’s soft and warm skin on her lower back.

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     The sound that came from Avery sent a chill down Kennedy's spine, and the cold hand reaching inside her blouse didn't help the sensation at all. A small throaty groan escaped her and she, in turn, deepened the kiss, plying the woman's mouth a bit with her tongue as her free hand found the other's abdomen. Resting it softly on Avery's stomach, she inched it closer to her breasts with every passing moment. Kennedy could hardly believe what was happening, but she couldn't have been happier than at that very moment.

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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       Feeling the other smile into the kiss, caused Avery to smile as well, her hand moving up Kennedy’s back slowly in order to pull her even closer to her. Kissing this woman was unbelievable to Avery. It made her forget about time and space, as ridiculous as that sounded. It made her feel as if only the both of them existed at that moment and time. So when the other pulled away to apologize of all things, Avery’s lips curled into a small smirk. “I’m not,” she whispered before pressing her lips against the other’s once again.

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     Avery's reply just about set fireworks off in Kennedy's head, and feeling her pull her back in for another kiss seemed like the icing on the cake. Her hand moving a bit higher to run through the other's hair, she also gave Avery's bottom lip a small nip, and Ken could feel her heart hammering in her chest. She'd never admit it, but college reunions were for weenies, and the only reason she'd even come back to Michigan was in hopes of kissing these lips again. Mission accomplished.

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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      Avery simply smiled at the other’s response, feeling happy that Kennedy seemed so willing to spend so much time with her. It made her so happy that it managed to cloud over all those negative thoughts that would usually resurface in these instances. Therefore, when Kennedy closed the distance between them, Avery really didn’t have time to freak out or pull away, or even freeze like she has on so many instances with Kennedy. She was working on auto pilot and it felt like she was in a dream, and she sure as hell didn’t want to wake up, so she kissed back almost immediately. 

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     She worried at first that Avery might freeze, or lose her mind, or yell, or pull away, and yet, much to Kennedy's pleasant surprise, she kissed back, and the action made the woman feel as though she were flying. Smiling into the kiss, she moved her hand from Avery's waist to her neck, holding the other's head fora moment before finally pulling away. "Sorry..." she said finally, lips just centimeters apart from Avery's.

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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  “Well, if you’re offering,” Avery trailed off, her lips stretching into a smile at the other’s words. Her eyes stared into Kennedy’s when said girl pulled away just enough to take a look at her own.

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     "I'm definitely offering," Kennedy replied, and finally, after five long years, she closed the distance between their faces and planted a soft kiss on Avery's lips.

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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  “If you’ll let me,” Avery responded with a small smile, kissing the top of the girl’s head once again, making sure to keep her close.

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     Feeling the kiss just about made Kennedy's stomach flip. "Of course I'll let you," she replied quickly, "stay forever if you like," and she pulled away so she could look at Avery's beautiful face again.

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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      Avery’s lips curled at the corner, flattered that the other would be so convinced it wasn’t the alcohol, but she didn’t want to build her hopes up. After all, hope was what got her into this vulnerable position. “Tomorrow we’ll see, okay?”

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     Kennedy sighed, curling up a bit into the other's side and plating a small, lazy kiss on Avery's collarbone. She didn't think her feelings would chance overnight, but she worried her courage might falter. Either way, she complied, repeating Avery's words, then adding, "Does this mean you'll stay tonight?"

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Give My Compliments To The Chef || Kennedy & Avery

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      Once the other came back, Avery pulled her impossibly closer and snuggled into her. She knew she seemed incredibly needy at this moment but she’d rather not let go of Kennedy. At least not for tonight. If the other wishes to leave her again and break her heart, she doesn’t care. But she at least wants to have her for one night. “It’s okay… you drank a couple of those things, it happens. Just… let me be with you. At least for tonight.”

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      Sighing contentedly, she felt better as she moved back into Avery's embrace, holding her as tight as she could, able to tell that regardless of what life after this weekend held, Avery needed her, and Kennedy wasn't about to leave her again. "No," she tried to explain, though her brain was still buzzing, "it wasn't the booze."