If only things could be different, Cate would probably be enjoying this trip a whole lot more. But that was practically impossible when, by some cruel twist of fate, the famous actress had to share a room with the woman who had suddenly gone from being her lover, to her enemy, and now basically a stranger. Maybe because some naive person still thought Catherine and Cate were inseparable, and now they had to share a room. Funny how life works. From being so close, passionate, and having the best sex, the most delicious conversations, the deepest confessions... now they avoided each other. All the time. Cate trying not to run into her, pretending to be asleep at the end of every day so there wouldn’t even be a need to look at her. She didn’t want to risk either of their peace of mind, especially Catherine’s after everything that had happened. Cate felt like she had already hurt her too much without even meaning to, and she couldn’t feel more vulnerable with anyone the way she did with Catherine. That’s why the awkward silences, the brief words almost whispered between them, were for the best. Even if seeing her around the resort every now and then with other people, looking spectacular and so much better, made Cate feel such a constant rush of emotion that she almost got dizzy every time they crossed paths.
That night, Cate had spent time with some friends and some strangers who also became friends that same night, dancing, drinking, and being herself again. Funny, playful, a little dirty in the most elegant possible way... she was tired of being sad, tired of being bitter over someone who probably never loved her the same way. The extra drinks, the Cancún heat, the intensity of the moment made her feel like herself again, and god, it felt good.
At the hotel lobby, Cate checked the time. According to the routine she had practically memorized between Catherine and herself over the past few days, Catherine should still be out, it was still early, so she could go to the room, freshen up, drink some tea and let the alcohol leave her system so she could sleep. As she got on the elevator, feeling slightly dizzy but in a really good mood, the blonde hummed a song while entering the room, a little clumsy and making a bit more noise than usual, confident she would be alone like always whenever she walked into that room before 9 pm. While taking off the necklace she was wearing and sliding down the strap of her dress absentmindedly as she kept humming, she froze when she saw Catherine right there. As quickly as she had started lowering the strap, she slid it back up again. “Sorry… I didn’t know you were here,” she said trying not to actually laugh. “It’s early,” she added, referring to the hour Catherine usually came back to the room and to something Cate had decided not to think too much about and wonder the reason why. “Sorry,” she apologized again while leaning down with some difficulty to untie the laces of her beautiful shoes, her purse tucked awkwardly under her arm. “Shhhh,” she whispered to herself while struggling with the laces. “Are you staying or are you heading out?” Maybe that was the first real question Cate had asked Catherine, or the first thing beyond a simple hello and goodnight during the entire trip.
How complicated could it be to choose a casual but cute outfit? Apparently, for Anne, it was almost impossible. After changing clothes about seven times and leaving her room an absolute mess, the actress finally left home and headed straight to the studios where Rachel had told her she would be filming that day. Something as simple as dark jeans, a white tank top, and a beautiful casual Stella McCartney blazer that, although loose-fitting, still outlined her feminine figure a little slimmer after the exhausting months of work she had just gone through. Her signature long black hair was loose, styled in soft waves she had carefully worked on that morning.
The actress arrived in her own car, driving herself to the location. She looked fresh, natural, and beautiful even behind her oversized dark sunglasses, her bag hanging from one shoulder and a pair of coffees balanced elegantly on a tray she carried with class and grace, walking as if she were on a runway despite wearing stiletto ankle boots. Someone from Rachel’s team was already waiting for her and guided her toward the actress’s trailer, where she was the lead star alongside Superman. Suddenly, Anne felt an overwhelming wave of nerves that made her slow her pace, almost as if she were trying to stretch out the time before the encounter not because she didn’t want it, but because she didn’t know what to expect. Anne smiled and greeted the few crew members on set who had already recognized her as she kept walking toward Rachel’s trailer. When they pointed out which trailer belonged to the actress, “It’s okay, I’ll announce myself, thank you,” she told Rachel’s assistant kindly. Carefully, Anne climbed the small trailer steps and knocked on the door, feeling her heart race and a hollow sensation in her stomach as she waited for the response from the person on the other side. “I brought coffee for two,” Anne said, trying to lighten the moment and make Rachel hurry to open the door, since Anne could feel all the eyes on her from the people passing nearby.
“the hardest thing about being in drag isn’t even tucking,” yejun says looking into the mirror. “it’s the lashes. i fucking hate these things.” he’s brought ilya to the dressing room before he has to go back out to meet people after the show. usually not that many people hang around, especially because the night is still just getting started so he’s not worried about walking out of this room anytime soon.
he turns around, crossing his legs and pulling down the obscenely short dress only for it to spring back up his thighs. “anyways, did you enjoy the show?” yejun can’t hide his excitement. every time a friend says they’re coming to see him perform, he feels annoyingly giddy. most of the time it’s their first time seeing a drag show, or a drag queen in person. it’s just a matter of minutes before he gets emotional enough to cry.
“the shows will go on all night too,” yejun says. “otherwise i guess i could make an appearance elsewhere, if you wanna see other clubs too.” his anxiety rises with the suggestion but he swallows it. “what do you think?”
countless obstacles are standing in the way from the entrance to the palace and heon’s bedroom. he shields his face with casual streetwear, hiding from any onlookers, especially ones with blood ties to heon, and bribes his way through the castle. many, frustratingly not all, knights are more loyal to money and favors than they are to rules and royals so he finds some way in at least.
in all other instances, sunwoo could waltz into the palace in the kingdom of hearts, say he was on official business, and no one would question or bother him. it was much different if he wanted to enter casually, and perhaps sneak into a princess’ room.
the problem is, he isn’t sure he’s ready for people to know yet -- mostly because he’s not sure what they are, if they are. sunwoo only knows they like spending time with each other, fighting and arguing over something is usually involved, as well as maybe... hand holding and kissing. he knows they crossed the lines between friends but sunwoo doesn’t want to assume anything other than that. besides there would also be so many questions and details they’d have to iron out as royals, all of which would make a blooming relationship so complex and tiring.
he huffs, knocking on heon’s bedroom door, looking down the hallway nervously. finally, heon answers and he is safe from having to sneak any further. sunwoo shuffles in quickly, sighing in relief. “took you forever to answer the door,” he says with a pout, furrowing his eyebrows. he takes off his jacket and cap, revealing a more poised way of dress, his usual loosely fit white shirt, and black slacks. he has his long hair pulled up half way, though his bangs are still in his face, like a perpetual curse. “was scared jiae or eunae were going to see me. don’t think your dad or step-mom are around though, so at least the security wasn’t as intense as it usually is,” he says, still obviously a little stressed.
sunwoo takes a moment to look around heon’s room before looking back at his princess. he smiles softly, walking closer to her and placing his hands on her arms. “sorry,” he says quietly, not meaning to take out any frustration on her. “how are you?”
A scene with someone you’ve not scened with before (additional 5 points if they’re in your house) +15
“You didn’t think I was going to fuck you, did you?”
WEDNESDAY NIGHT REWARD | @maxxfabray
Going into this time with Max Mark assumed he will giving her a reward, having promised her one earlier that day should she not do anything to spoil it. As per the the agreement on their rules Mark offers the switch the reward of a scene of her choice and is puzzled when her choice is an endurance scene from the punishment list. When asked why he is informed of some line about adrenaline, he doesn’t care for it. Mark tells Max they won’t be doing that, in fact he’s decided she’s spoiled it and will deny her both in reward and physically. He tells her to strip from the waist down and presses an intense vibrator to her until she is close. The Dominant then proceeds to remove his pants, playing into the assumption that he is going to fuck her. “You didn’t think I was going to fuck you, did you?” Mark proceeds to rub himself against her through his boxers, teasing her and pleasing himself.
Max assumed that since she got to pick her reward and one of the rewards was choosing her own scene, the night was going to go her way. Max thought nothing of it when he asked her reason and she gave it without hesitation. She was disappointed when he denied her request letting out a small, "Aww." But didn't say much more. She received her punishment without complain, just whining her desperation as he teased her without giving her any relief. The worst part was when she did get her hopes up when he removed his own pants, only to be denied more. Her body was on edge and as she laid her head in his lap, she was embarrassed and extremely needy, playing into her humiliation kink but leaving her more desperate than ever to be fucked by Mark.
AFTERCARE: kneeling with her head and hands in his lap while she pulls it together and recovers from her desperation.
WHO: Frannie Fabray & Alina Montgomery @alinamontgomery
WHEN: thursday night 5/6
WHAT: bar in orlando
Warnings; bad flirting
Two things happened at once that caught Frannie off guard, neither of which she did a very good job of shaking. She was out with LJ, a drink, some catching up. LJ was safe to be a bit more of herself around, they knew her the best and although Frannie still refuse to come clean about she and Sebastian's arrangement it was easy to relax around them. Too easy perhaps, she had lost track of what number drink she was on and didn't bother to worry about it. At the far end of the bar she reached for a drink the bartender had called out and set down and her hand came into contact with someone else's just as a waft of a familiar perfume filled her senses. Frannie's brow furrowed, trying to process both as she looked up half expecting her last week's companion to be standing right there next to her. It wasn't April, it was a woman Frannie didn't recognize at all but the perfume was unmistakable and the moment had her frozen with her hand over the strangers, staring. She blinked, realized and pulled her hand away so quickly it was miraculous she didn't swipe the glass over as she went. "Oh! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!"
Alina had picked up drink after drink after drink and she wasn't sure if she wanted to stop anytime soon. She deserved some time at an actual bar with actual people after that karaoke night - and her own company was too distracted with something else. Not that she minded it, it gave her freedom to walk around, check the crowd and smile at strangers. When the drink she had in hand was done, she walked up to the bar to order another one - still not thinking about a bottle of water. And that's when it happened. At first she thought someone was trying to get her attention, so she immediately looked to the side, but the other woman just stood there looking at her. Alina couldn't help but laugh, turning her body to face her and showing her both of her hands. "It's fine, you can hold both if you'd like," she said, followed by a wink. And then she added with a smile. "I mean it, it's completely fine."
If Frannie's cheeks were red before they were even more so after the offered hand and though the alcohol in her system kept her eye's from widening she was still struggling with being glued to the spot. There was also the fact that on top of the sweet smell of the perfume bringing up a few tied memories, the woman's smile was entirely disarming. Frannie could barely find her next words. "I'm so sorry it seems we ordered the same drink and then... and then I just thought you were someone else for a moment." She managed, only stammering a little. Despite herself and because of the woman's friendly response she let out a nervous laugh, mostly at herself. "Please..." She gestured at the glass. "I can-- I'll wait."
"Well, here's to hoping it was someone great," she said, winking at the woman and going for the glass. She took a sip from it and then placed it in front of the nervous woman. "We can share, no problem," with a shrug, Alina crossed her legs so she could lean forward just enough. Just to make it obvious that she did it. "Besides, it gives me an excuse to buy you another one when this one is done. How does that sound?" She couldn't help but think that this night had finally gotten a little interesting. Despite her nervousness, the woman in front of her was beautiful. And she seemed the type that would make tonight a little more fun. Going out and scening with people from the Academy was great, but this was much more Alina's type of night.
Frannie was enamored, it was difficult for her to look away and when she did it was only to follow the drink to being set down before her. She looked back up at the stranger, judging for whether she were joking or messing with her, it didn't seem she was. Frannie glanced up to where she'd last seen LJ and gave a scan of her immediate surroundings on habit, cautious. What she usually would have said was something along insisting she could wait, that surely the bartender was working on another but, tipsier than she aught to be, none of that came to Frannie's mind. She reached for the drink and took a much more modest sip around the small grin on her lips. When Frannie swiveled in the bar chair her knee brushed against the woman's and she felt her whole body jerk in response, nearly losing her grip on the gin and tonic. Before she could embarrass herself any further and with a bashful lilt to her eyes, she placed it down in front of her sudden company. Mirroring the offer, and moving further into their shared space to do so.
Alina just couldn't help her smile when the woman sipped from the drink, keeping her body facing hers and watching with that same big smile on her lips as she moved to place the drink in front of her again. "Good girl," it was a long shot her tipsy intuition was taking, and not that it would usually be wrong or right, but incentives rarely hurt. Alina was torn between finishing the drink and dragging this for longer or pulling her closer - they were already sharing space, weren't they? Deciding on both, Alina took a sip from the glass and placed a hand on the woman's thigh as she set the glass down in front of her. "You know," she started, watching for the reaction she would get now that they were touching again - or better, now that Alina was touching her. "That's some great gin and tonic," just some random words while the waited, fingers slightly tapping against the woman's thigh.
At the sound of those two particular words together Frannie's eyes dropped closed as it washed over her. She'd gone from indulging so deeply the previous week to dodging titles from submissive parties on this trip left and right and she was drunk enough to let those words settle in her and warm her. By the time her eyes were open again she was already smiling, pink cheeks be damned. Frannie felt bold under the praise, she allowed the woman's touch to come to her thigh and she held her gaze as she spoke but as the bartender approached with that other drink she felt herself automatically shrinking away. Something in the back of her mind reminding her to be careful, even when she was drinking. "You're telling me." She said, pushing a hand through her hair simply to give her body something to do. It was getting hotter in there, Frannie was sure of it. "I'd have to agree...Miss."
Being right always felt like a victory to Alina and the smile she got after the praise she gave the woman felt like victory number one of that night. Moving her hand higher, she was moving closer when the bartender approached them and she noticed the her posture changing again. Alina leaned back, squeezing the woman's thigh as she spoke. She sipped from the new drink, shaking her head then. "It might sound cheesy, but it certainly doesn't taste as good as that one," she eyed the drink they had been sharing, allowing herself to laugh softly at her own bad pick up line. "So, gin and tonic good girl," Alina started again now that they were... alone. Not the correct word, but still. "I think we should totes have some fun tonight. You and me," she leaned forward, smiling, and just like that she was a bit too close again. "What do you say? You sound like my type of fun."
Frannie couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, either the way she was being called that or the squeeze to her thigh but goosebumps quickly rose along her skin and when the offer was proposed she nearly choked. A flash of possibilities suddenly made their way through Frannie's thoughts and as she went to go put the glass back down she missed the bar entirely, spilling the drink in discussion across both their laps. She gasped and reacted trying to reach for it and right it. "Oh gosh!" She found herself saying and hurriedly gathered tiny square cocktail napkins from the corner of the bar to help soak up the mess. "I am not usually this clumsy," she promised, unsure if it were actually the truth. "I'm so sorry, I can't believe I just did that."
For a whole second, Alina just sat there trying to understand what had just happened. And then she was laughing softly, shaking her head at the other woman as she noticed she was trying to clean up the mess. She thought about letting her know that if she wanted to undress Alina this bad, all she needed to do was ask - but she felt like a comment like that might just break her. "It's okay, I have more of this back home," she pointed at her dress. "But we might need something more than cocktail napkins to dry these off," Alina said with a chuckle, leaning back. She thought about it for a second, and shrugged. "C'mon, let's dry you off," she hopped off her stall, a kind smile on her lips. "Take it for real this time," offering the woman one of her hands to hold, Alina made sure to give her a wink too.
In truth, Frannie was still recovering from the my type of fun comment. Her heart rate had sped up and at that point after making such a mess she knew her fluster had to be evident. She forced herself to take a deep breath and was immediately soothed by the woman's nice words. She wasn't angry, or bothered at all it seemed. Butterflies erupted in Frannie's stomach at the wink and she took another deep breath as an attempt to steady herself. The offered hand didn't sound like a question and Frannie barely hesitated to follow through, grasping her companies hand within her own. "You as well." She asserted, frowning at the wet spot on the pretty dress and momentarily getting distracted with her eyes hovering over the hemline. "Please," Frannie began, unsure where she was going until she refocused on the woman's eyes. "you'll allow me to help you too, right Miss?" Her voice had dropped midway, her grip momentarily tightening and her thoughts a mile a minute. Internally cursing herself for being truly incapable of properly flirting.
Alina was definitely not about to let some random drink on her dress ruin her night, at least not when she could easily buy a new one with a text message. She would rather have her attention on the woman in front of her that seemed to calm down enough at her words, making Alina smile again. She was about to lead them towards the bathroom when she heard her voice, making her spot and turn around to listen. Bars and their lack of... everything that allows conversation. Alina's smile went from a smile to a smirk and to a smile again as she heard the woman speaking, waiting until she could tell she was done. Leaning closer, she moved enough to be able to whisper in her ear. "I'm sure you can do more than just help me with this dress, right?" Alina leaned back as if she hadn't said anything, tightening the grip on her hand back and tugging just enough so the other woman would follow her.
Frannie's knees went weak before the woman even made it close to her ear, its was something about the look in her eye that told Frannie everything she needed to know before she even heard it. Still, her breath hitched and though she could barely find it in her to not sit back down at the bar in order to catch her breath she found herself nodding. Not just that, she gave a final glace around the bar over her shoulder and allowed herself to be lead away, knowing exactly what was about to happen. She didn't think she would be back to the random bar hook up so quickly but the opportunity was suddenly there and with a small reprieve from campus and more than a couple drinks in her system Frannie felt bold enough to not say no. The desire was certainly there and she didn't need to speak to agree, she only need follow along.
Alina was happy to see the woman following along, happy that her invitation was accepted, happy that tonight was just getting more and more fun. She couldn't help but notice that she seemed nervous about their whole interaction, but at the same time she was bold enough to follow along. To let Alina lead her somewhere. She weaved through the crowd easily, quickly finding the bathroom and letting them both inside, making sure to lock the door once they were both in. Wasting time wasn't something Alina was known for, but teasing was. She pressed her back against the door and pulled the other woman closer by the hand, her smile turned into a soft smirk as she did so. "Why don't you tell me what you want?" it was a suggestion, not a question. And Alina made sure her tone showed that.
The door was locked and they were in the bathroom under the pretense of drying off but that had clearly been quickly forgotten by both of them. By the time Frannie was being pulled closer she hadn't a thought in her mind. The privacy afforded her more freedom than sitting at the bar could have and she suddenly was fighting with herself on whether she wanted to kneel or kiss the woman. She so badly wanted both. "What I want is..." Frannie paused, squeezed the hand still in hers as if to gather the courage for it, pressed her lips together for a moment and said, "to do whatever it is you want me to, Miss." The words coming breathlessly and with a sigh of relief that just saying them eased in her.
Alina had to fight the urge to clap and show too much excitement at the woman's answer. She knew it, she just knew it she was her type of fun. And she would be repeating that a lot that night. The door was locked and she hoped no one would bother them for now, or whoever knocked would have the decency to know what was going on. Watching the woman relaxing in front of her, Alina's mind was filling up with ideas and she was almost sad they'd probably never see each other again. So, she didn't waste any time at all. Smirking, and letting go of the woman's hand, Alina wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled her down for a kiss.
It’s so, so strange to be waiting out in the cold on a Friday night. It’s even more strange to be waiting near Bullworth Academy’s football field and watching the game begin to wind down, hands stuffed into pockets that don’t quite keep Jakobi’s fingers from going numb. He feels a tad bit guilty that Rayne is on her way in this weather, at this time of night. He knows they belong bundled up in bed, hardly watching some kind of garbage TV show they landed on at random.
Just thinking of it makes him tingle, goosebumps pricking at his skin while he watches the ball fly across the field and into the arms of one of the players. A glance to the bleachers treats him to the sights of all the students, staff, and townies in attendance. He spots friends though he has a feeling they’ve yet to see him where he is tucked away next to the stairs leading down to the field. He looks as nervous as he feels, shifting from foot to foot while he waits on Rayne.
Jakobi sighs but nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears footsteps approach. He swings around, eyes contactless and wide as he lays them on his girlfriend.
“There you are,” he starts, not sounding as nervous as he might actually be. “Sorry to bring you out here, but this is important.”
