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catxastrophex‌:

Her hands on her hips, Cat eyed the chaotic mess of inventory that lied in the box in front of her. How hard was it to fold things? Shaking her head, she picked it up with a huff before exiting the backroom and making her way to the front of the lingerie store, barely able to see where she was going over the contents piled up. “Fuck me,” she muttered, setting the box down on an empty patch of table with another small huff.

Another day, another trip to the lingerie store. Skylar was a frequent customer, though she rarely ever bought gifts for herself. It was mostly for her... dalliances. Her gaze came across a new selection of lingerie on the table, curiosity piqued by the designs. A familiar voice muttering out a fuck me certainly got her attention. Gaze slowly turned toward the other woman, a matching pair of undergarments in hand. “Hello,” Skylar greeted lowly. “People are being people today, huh?”

#cat

joshuajcody

skylar-baudin-archive

@saffrondavics

#their break-up :'(#saffron

renaxbena‌:

Lorena had never understood the people that complained about their job. In her eyes, you either did something you loved or you fought hard enough to find one you did love. She was getting near the end of her shift, but she didn’t want to leave the pool. After handing off her lifeguard floatie to one of the other lifeguards, she started walking the perimeter of the pool when she noticed someone lounging nearby with a drink. She decided that striking up a friendly conversation never did any harm. “Looks like you’re enjoying the day!”

Lounging by the pool with a glass of wine did wonders when it came to writing important documents and e-mails for her work. A change of scenery without as much pressure on her shoulders did the trick, she figured. Not that she didn’t love her job, of course. Upon hearing the question that came from seemingly nowhere -- though perhaps not since her eyes had been glued to the laptop screen, she furrowed her eyebrows in mild confusion. No harm in humouring the other woman. “Well... that is debatable. I have to deal with children for my job. And by children, I mean fully grown adult men. Hence this glass of wine.” And with that said, she tipped the glass toward the lifeguard and took a quick sip from it.

#lorena

gayplanets

skylar-baudin-archive

@saffrondavics

#ft. saffron #this was them once #nsfw #ish

saffrondavics‌:

Saffron’s lungs slowly filled with warm humid air. If she breathed in any harder, she was sure she’d end up with bronchitis. Though, in all actuality, she didn’t actually know how one was even ailed with the sickness. The woman before her wasn’t wrong. Just a few days prior, they’d nearly kissed beneath the stars while confessions fell from those same untouched lips. That certainly wasn’t something that one engaged in with someone that was truly just a friend. With everything that happened between them, there was just too much. “I guess I uh… I get it,” she weakly responded, tightening her grasp on her chest. She suddenly became more aware of her body and its exposure to the other. Everything she felt or experienced grew so exponentially that she didn’t know what to do with herself. For someone that could lie with sometimes married men and women alike– she was at a loss. “I mean, I don’t really get it, but I have to…” After nearly tarnishing all the good that had come from their relationship, she owed her that much. As though nothing had occurred– that these heavy moments didn’t continue to rear their head between them, she let out a staggering breath. Behind it was a small laugh that she forced out to keep from crying. “Not really feeling that swim anymore… I think I’m going to uh get dressed and maybe find… well, uh someone. You know there’s uh… there’s always someone waiting… I should definitely do that.”

Saffron’s body was one she had seen many, many times, sometimes casual, sometimes not, always with pure unadulterated affection in her eyes. And now the other woman was hiding it with embarrassment, pulling further into herself with each passing second. The cracks in her heart was growing exponentially, because not once did she ever think this would happen. Feeling such shame that hiding felt necessary to... protect yourself. Deep, underlying sadness was evident in the way her facial features softened with her lip trembling, wanting to say something to have Saffron not feel like this, wanting her to be okay more than anything in the world. But how could she be the cure when she was the source? Songs about heartbreak rang all too true now, once thinking of them as silly. Oh God, how things had changed. “Baby --...” The pet name would never not fall from her lips, despite where they stood with each other. “I loved you before I knew what love was and...” A sharp exhale escaped her. “And I don’t know how to be mates with you without wanting to kiss you all the time.” The sun was barely peeking out over the water but she found it an impossibility to enjoy it. Bitterness constricted her throat, because God, she wanted to. “We can’t do that to each other. We just can’t.” Biting her lower lip in frustration, she drew in a deep breath and rested her thumbs around the belt loops of her pants. Her tone was laced with a rare softness that hardly fit her. “Yeah. There’s always someone. I hope you have yourself a good time tonight...”

#saffron

xneonxlitelyx‌:

Of course she wouldn’t be lucky enough to make a smooth get away in her current inebriated state, Litely mused somewhat bitterly. She really should of known someone would be up to something out here; the nature of the establishment all but called for it, after all. “Miss?” She echoed with a snort, coming to a stop not too far from the other woman; how strangely formal. Looking her up and down, the petite female took in her stance, an eyebrow arching as she echoed the sentiment, standing straight. “Oh yes, it’s most refreshing after a hard nights work.” And there was the sarcasm, emphasized further by a fake southern drawl.

The beer had already passed through her system and so she was stone cold sober. It was a preference when it came to her dalliances, wanting ultimate control. She never allowed the other woman to reciprocate so fixing herself up was quite easy. “I was raised to have manners,” Skylar replied non-chalantly with an inaudible snort. The way she came off was almost robotic in nature. Once upon a time, she had been soft. Once upon a time. She was still overly polite when she desired, though she was less casual about it now. For the women she was interested in, she often retorted back to her high school self without the girlfriend. Hmm, this one sparked her interest. Would she be worth it, though? Her gaze remained forward on the back wall of the strip club, slightly above the other woman’s shoulder. “Oh yes. Certainly. Nights like... this... and the ever-changing colors of the foliage here sometimes makes me wonder on the existence of God. What about you?”

#litely

wickedtcngve‌:

Shantel arched an eyebrow as she watched Skylar’s reaction, expectedly. The fact she’d bedded a vast majority of the people on Eden’s Isle was known by most, even though the brunette didn’t go out of her way to say it herself. She was an experienced woman with a weakness for pleasure; not a narcissist. The brunette beside her belonged among the most gorgeous women on the isle, and among the ones who had yet to respond to her flirting. When she avoided her offer as if she hadn’t talked at all, she pushed her lips together and offered her a saddened smile. “You don’t hear me argue. But unless every last one of us in the audience jumps up there to end this.. I doubt we can get away with it,” she responded teasingly.

Skylar was a patient woman. The end result often made the wait more than worth it. Making them sweat was the fun part. She had ruined several lives this way, watching them tailspin and then delivering the final blow afterward. With this one, however, she had no interest in ruining her. Well, she did, but not in that sense. Of course she had heard the question, but she wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of following. That was not the Skylar way. “Please,” she scoffed out in response, though she looked quite pleased. “I know him. He’ll be leaving with his tail in-between his legs once I’m done with him.” And with that said, she made the walk oward the stage, the crowd moving out of the way. Without hesitation, she unplugged the karaoke machine, and then the mic for good measure. Placing a hand on the confused man’s back, she whispered into his ear. With defeated shoulders, he walked off the stage, and so did she with a pep in her step. “And that is how you do it,” she said confidently with a gleam in her eye, casually brushing shoulders with the other woman and not bothering to stop. “We are going to have a drink now.”

#shantel

lucicostv‌:

Luci peeked out of her dressing room, seeing no one. It was the middle of the day and no one seemed to be shopping because there were very few inside of Apple of My Eye. But she couldn’t stand there waiting any longer. She took a deep breath before walking out into the main store in the pink sheer teddy she was trying on and walked up to the first person she saw. “I’m really sorry but… uhhh… my hair got stuck in the tie in the back and I can’t get it off so… do… you mind helping out?”

Apple Of My Eye was one of her favorite stores to browse. Not necessarily for herself, though, mostly she liked to buy things for women she had dalliances with. She was in the midst of browsing through thongs upon hearing a voice. This time of the day wasn’t meant to be busy, making her less likely to be bothered. Despite the familiar face, Skylar sucked in a breath before giving the other woman a polite, though barely contained smile. “Sure thing,” she replied with disinterest. “How did you manage that?”

#luciana

saffrondavics‌:

In spite of herself, she shook her head at the comment. It was supposed to put her at ease but it did quite the opposite. “– yeah, but you know that’s not the same, Sky,” she swallowed, her tone filled with an unrecognizable sadness. Not to mention, it was a little more daunting knowing that Skylar had more experience now. They both did. She undoubtedly had seen better women’s bodies– better breasts. Those eyes wouldn’t as starstruck as they once were. Nor would they harbor the same innocence they’d both shared as they’d learned exactly what the other liked. It was just different. Everything was different. Her embrace around her chest tightened. She felt herself retreating further into herself but she wouldn’t help contradictively lightening up a smidgen. “You would do that?” Of course, Skylar would– she thought to herself in internal reprimand. “Will you at least come close to the water? I’d feel safer.” There was this part of her that wanted to ask her to completely join her. A rather big part; however, she knew that neither of was at that point in their newfound relationship. What were they anyway? Not best mates nor girlfriends. Were they even— “Are we mates?” She gasped as she blurted out her thoughts. “Or can we be again?”

“I know,” Skylar answered lowly, almost letting out a sigh afterward. Her tone, even in just two simple words, was laced with heaviness. Nails dug into her arms more. The awkwardness was deafening and she hardly wanted to quell in it. She missed being able to joke like this with reciprocation, but now it was just -- not the same. Best friends forever, she once said not being able to imagine anything else back then. Oh how things had changed. Simultaneously for the better and worse. The break-up was necessary for the woman she loved to heal herself. It was a silent, important reminder even when she found herself hating everything about this. “Yes,” she answered simply like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Taking a step closer, she found herself at a loss for words. That was a rare sight for a woman who always knew what to say. Damn you for the inability to lie to that stupid, beautiful face, she internally reprimanded herself. Biting her lower lip, she took in a deep breath. “Baby, I don’t know. There’s all of this... history and --...” There was a pause as she swallowed heavily. “... we almost kissed last week, God’s sake. I wish I had a better answer for you. I really do.”

#saffron

wickedtcngve‌:

When Shantel thinks about the way she imagines her night going, more often than not she pictures this: flirting, teasing, (hopefully) amazing sex, an orgasm or two, a generous tip and then a long rest against her own soft mattress. She’s certainly never wished to endure the most off-key voice she’d ever heard butcher one song after the other. A track or two amused her, but this… the person doing karaoke on stage had ruined an entire album’s worth of songs. The dark haired escort let out a frustrated sigh whilst rubbing her temple, then turned to the person nearby who looked almost as miserable as she was, and said “Hey.. Wanna get out of here?”

Displeasure was certainly evident on her face in the way she grinded her jaw to the side. Involuntary shivers went throughout her whole body as she placed a finger on her left ear, hoping to block out some of the sound. “Butchering Mariah Carey songs should be considered a crime,” Skylar said with a curled lip, figuring it was time for another beer. She wouldn’t deny that Shantel was pleasant company, though she had always kept her at an arm’s length. The question from the other woman alerted her senses, except she hardly wanted to look excited at the prospect. She liked to lead the way, not wanting to follow. “I am almost intrigued to walk up there and unplug the mic. It is for the good of humanity...”

#shantel

xneonxlitelyx‌:

Stumbling through the door way, Litely groaned as she hit her shoulder on the wooden frame. That’s what she got for trying to put her shoes on standing up, she mused sourly as she managed to get the retched heel on with one last hop, glad no one was around to witness the spectacle. And, okay, maybe the bottle of scotch she finished off in her dressing room after her shift might of had something to do with it; but hey, it was a free country and she was off the clock. She had even managed to make herself decent - somewhat, throwing a small silk robe over her otherwise barely covered body. Bracing herself, she slipped out the back door of the now quiet establishment, letting it slam shut behind her. It was a good thing adventure may as well of been her middle name, because now came the hard part; getting home.

Adventure was not her middle name. This was not something Skylar liked to do often. Maybe she was missing her a little too hard, maybe it was the wine that let down her defenses a little, maybe it was a mix of both. Getting onto her feet from her knees, she quickly brushed off dirt off her skin. The alley behind the strip club was supposed to be private and secluded -- she could only hope no one would come for a while. Of course she knew better than that. Regardless, she quietly sent the other woman down a different route. Straight shoulders, elongated neck, thoughts of murder. She walked from her spot with confidence in her steps, eyes staying on the other woman studiously. “Hello, miss,” Skylar greeted politely, her voice anything but casual. “Enjoying the breeze?”

#litely

lizziedumont‌:

It was with a heavy sigh of satisfaction and a tropical drink in her hand that Lizzie flopped onto one of the chairs by the pool. Most preferred the ocean, but sand was overrated for the most part and Lizzie didn’t feel like fishing it from her toes. The heiress was here for all of the more primal things the Isle had to offer, but occasionally her most baser needs were those that involved rest and relaxation and putting her responsibilities on hold. Which is why, with another joined her, she took a sip of the brightly colored concoction and warned, “I’m in a strict no interaction zone right now.” Lizzie paused, and then amended, “Unless you can beat coconut rum. Which is possible.”

“Great. Me too,” Skylar responded dryly, keeping her eyes forward, not bothering to turn her head. Part of her was curious how the other woman would react to being ignored. It was a game she liked to play, one she won a majority of the time. “This is where the wi-fi signal is the strongest,” she continued on while opening her laptop and waiting for it to start up. That was a small white lie -- she definitely had not chosen this spot beside her for that reason.

#lizzie

saffrondavics‌:

Saffron probably should have been inside in an attempt to find someone that evening. Just enjoying this moment was costing her money– and the resort, but every night she found outside beneath the stars. Sometimes she was fortunate enough to find someone who too wanted to stay away from the hustle and bustle inside. With as far as she was from the masses, she could still hear the muffled sounds of jazz spilling over. It was quite lovely with the waves crashing. A beat later, she began to strip down to her merely her underwear. She was alone without a care for anything else. At least, she thought she was until she heard the footsteps behind her. Embarrassment enveloped her as she stood there– nearly naked on the beach. “I was uh… just going to go for a swim, she murmured awkwardly. Turning slightly to face them, her hands moved to her barely clad chest.

The local beach provided an unparalleled view of the stars that just could not be beat. Skylar particularly enjoyed coming out for the peace and quiet at nighttime, breathe in the ocean air and feel the stress melt away. She was not someone who liked feeling the sand in-between her feet, but she couldn’t break the decades old habit. It was an impossibility to avoid her ex-girlfriend since they worked in the same location. And well, she wouldn’t go out of her way to avoid her. She was a Goddamn adult, after all, even if the sight of Saffron heightened the all-too-familiar ache in her heart. Two years and the emotional pain had hardly lessened. Skylar nearly rolled her eyes at the other woman’s reaction, tongue grazing her bottom teeth. “Baby, I’ve seen you naked. Many times. The number is definitely in the thousands,” Skylar chastised with a small shake of her head as she crossed her arms. I could draw your breasts in my sleep was on the tip of her tongue. But they were still in that tentatively awkward stage, unsure of how to act around each other so she kept the comment to herself. “Go for the swim. I’ll keep an eye out.”