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Instigate (Original Action/Adventure/Lesbian Story) Part 5

Around an hour had passed when Alina left the room and came back, this time she came bearing gifts, also known as some food for the wounded lady.

“I made you some soup, in hopes of a well done recovery.” Alina’s voice was soft, taking care of Amanda came naturally and just seeing the other woman getting better made her feel more calm; but obviously she was hiding the fact from the other woman, she was proud like that.

“Smells so good, thank you.” Amanda responded contently, not giving a chance for the food to be set in front of her on a small bed table, eating it right away. “Mmm... and it tastes so good as well...” Amanda was moaning out of satisfaction while eating, which made Alina make an annoyed face and roll her eyes while she was seating down on the chair next to the bed. “Damn...” Amanda kept at it, just for “funsies”. 

“Are you done? Or are you gonna cum while eating your food? Jesus.” Alina couldn’t keep her mouth shut, she needed to express her annoyance, but at the same time forcing down a smile that was trying to creep out on her lips.

“Might as well do... but for that I would need something else.” Amanda’s lips moved on her own, she was so used to be flirty with strangers that she forgot she was talking to her. Suddenly she felt the rooms aura shift to one full of awkwardness; Alina’s face was serious looking somewhere else rather than Amanda’s eyes and Amanda’s eyes were open a bit, realizing what she had done while slurping the last of her meal.

“What I meant is, your food is delicious, sorry. I’m so used to have a loose tongue that I must be pushing your buttons the wrong way.” She was embarrassed of what would Alina think of her, which was a first since she never cared what anyone else thought of her, not really.

“Get better soon and we may talk about that something...” Alina’s voice shifted to a very... sensual tone; her beautiful hazel eyes locked in with the deep blue ones of Amanda’s, showing a glimpse of darkness in them that Amanda deducted right away as lust. An evil smile appeared on her lips next when she noticed Amanda returning a similar look at her while biting her own bottom lip, she knew the other woman wanted the same as her, even though they were masking it as a joke.

“I will, as soon as possible, then.” Amanda replied with a rather raspy voice thanks to the sudden heat her body was emanating; she wouldn’t shut her own mouth now, Alina was flirting with her and she couldn’t waste an opportunity like this. This woman was killing her slowly from the inside and out; she wanted her badly, and she just realized how much right at that moment. 

“I can’t wait.” It’s all Alina whispered, taking the empty plates off of Amanda’s hands and while doing so their finger tips somehow brushed lightly in the exchange. A genuine small smile escaped Alina’s lips and Amanda stayed staring at her astonishingly like a fucking dog. “Close your mouth or you’ll drool all over the place.” Alina said jokingly leaving the room again, probably to wash up the plates. 

An extra week went by since the “Amanda’s almost dying” commotion, meaning she was already better to take care of herself and Alina was ready to go back to her place (yes, Amanda apparently heals up faster than normal). Alina told her she needed to fix things up with Marcos and in the way she said it she didn’t sound happy at all. This made Amanda worry because the guy was super dangerous and in the days both ladies spent together they grew closer than what they imagined they would. Amanda knew the guy would be extra jealous if he knew they were together in the compound for a week; he was probably going crazy already, wondering where Alina went all of those days.

“I’ll be fine.” Alina reassured Amanda on her decision; she needed to go back either way, her people needed their leader. “I’ll go back with you.” Amanda offered but sounded more like a done thing, she wasn’t letting her go alone back to where that fucking psycho was. “No. He already tried to kill you once and almost achieved it, Amanda. He probably is still waiting for you to pop up again.” Alina’s voice sounded stern, but for good reason, she wasn’t ready for Amanda almost dying again; it wasn’t fun the first time it happened. 

“Alina...” Amanda’s voice was low, trying to convince Alina to let her come back with her, whatever the price was. “I wont repeat myself again, Amanda. You just don’t get it, do you? I don’t want to see you ever again after this.” Alina responded with a cold tone this time, even though her heart was breaking just by looking at Amanda’s eyes; her eyes looked genuinely hurt by her recent words. The blue eyed woman felt confused, but just for a second. All the time they spent together; Alina caring for her until she was healthy again... all of those memories came back to her and then she didn’t believe her words one bit, even though they did hurt inside. 

Amanda just fell silent gazing at Alina’s back while she was leaving; Alina was committed to her “cold bitch” act until the very end but Amanda didn’t give a shit, she was definitely following her without the other woman noticing.

“Where the FUCK have you been?!?!” An exasperated Marcos asked Alina, his attitude was completely different to what Alina was used to know, he noticeably looked a whole lot crazier and mentally unstable. Alina wasn’t scared by him, she was used to be around this type of crazy all the time, that is what drugs do to people, sadly. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.” The woman responded with a cold tone, giving his insubordination a halt. His face went blank and he remembered he couldn’t fuck with his boss the way he was trying to; blatantly into her face. “I apologize, its just that I was worried out of my mind for you...” He started to change his tone, trying to calm “the waters” down a notch, but it didn’t seem to have any effect on Alina.

“Don’t come at me with that bullshit either, Marcos. What the hell were you thinking, sending someone to kill off Amanda?!” Alina didn’t wait around for the conversation to come up, she rather tackled it right out front. “W-what do you mean?” He answered cowardly, not knowing what to say to save his own ass. Alina was losing her patience faster than usual and grabbed the man by his collar, pulling him close by force. “You tried to kill her and almost killed me in the process.” She said slowly in a not-so-obvious faux offended voice, not giving away the most important detail; that she knew he tried to kill Amanda again a second time and that she herself saved her life.

“I- I didn’t know the guy was that bad, I swear! I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, Alina.” He was sweating like crazy and Alina couldn’t differentiate if it was nervousness or if he needed to take his drugs, maybe a bit of both. “Get yourself together.” Alina pushed him off with a disgusted face, this wasn’t of Marcos liking but he hid his feelings well. “The first time didn’t go as planned but I think I got her on the second try.” He said trying to “show off” and Alina gritted her teeth in anger, not giving him a chance to look at her face by giving him her back. “We haven’t heard from her since then...” He kept talking like a news report.

“We?” Alina knew he was talking about the new hitman, but she was obviously playing it dumb with him, she needed to know who the guy was. “He is a hitman, one of the best I must say. His name is Zero, like the number.” Marcos replied with a tint of happiness in his voice, he really hated Amanda, it seemed. “Trust me, if he didn’t kill her that time, he will the next... Even if I don’t pay him more money than I already have; since he must stay at zero escaped victims to still be called Zero... hahaha!!” “Shut the fuck up.” Alina snapped and cut his sentences short, she was getting highly annoyed by Marcos stupidity. “You do know I don’t feel ANYTHING for you, right? Not even the slightest thing. Anything you may do to try to impress me isn’t going to work.” She finally said it, she wasn’t letting this man keep obsessing over her, she was tired of it.

“...What?...” The man eyes turned red, and his expression seemed lost in space, he really needed his drugs plus a psychiatrist. Alina’s poker face seemed to annoy him even further because he tried grabbing her by the neck, which she dodged easily and punched him in the face making him fall to the floor. “You forgot who I am, didn’t you?!” The woman asked, voice full of rage, kicking him in the stomach twice. The man coughed blood and held himself like a baby inside their mother’s womb, he looked pathetic on Alina’s eyes, she couldn’t believe that man was ever her “right hand”.

“You’re no longer required.” She steadied her voice and sounded more collected, her rage was still there but hidden. The man kept quiet on the floor, he was probably in shock of what the woman just said, she couldn’t decipher anyways because his face was hidden. “After all these years...” His voice changed completely to a heavier tone, growing slowly from a whisper to almost a scream. “...After all I’VE DONE FOR YOU!!” He somehow got up from the floor in mere seconds and taking Alina by surprise he launched himself at her with a knife on his hand.

-BAM!- A sudden gunshot was heard by both of them. Alina’s eyes went wide looking at the man in front of her, she didn’t expect for things to escalate so quickly. Marcos held his new wound on his stomach with both hands, automatically dropping the knife that was being held a minute ago; the weapon sounded like a very heavy metal when it clashed on the floor. His eyes lingered from his overflowing wound then to Alina’s eyes, then to the newcomer; letting himself drop to the floor when he weakened from the blood loss. Alina stared at the scene in front of her in a bit of a shock, then moved her head to the side looking for the culprit of the gunshot. She saw Amanda lowering her arm, she noticed her eyes looked genuinely worried.

“Are you ok?” Alina heard Amanda ask while she was walking towards her, the tenderness of her voice waking her up from the trance she was in. She then felt the slim fingers of the other woman caress her cheek and her breath hitched; it was the first time the other woman touched her like that and it felt incredibly good.

“I’m fine...” Alina’s lips finally moved, realizing she was just saved by the woman in front of her. “I told you I never wanted to see you again...” She awkwardly stated, to which Amanda just smiled. “Are you sure about that?” Amanda asked and Alina didn’t respond, their eyes still meeting. “If you’re sure about that, then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.” This time Amanda’s voice changed to a sadder tone and Alina realized she may have hurt the blue eyed woman’s feelings again. 

“I...” Alina’s words died on her throat when she heard her men storming inside the room. “What the hell happened here?” One of the men asked with his gun pointing at both of the women but lowered his weapon as soon as he saw Alina. “Lady Alina, you’re back.” Another one said, his voice sounded relieved after seeing her again. “Sorry to keep you all worried.” Alina responded to them and looked at Amanda with the corner of her eye, she saw the other woman getting awkward by the situation. “Marcos?” One of the men said surprised to see the man dead on the floor. “... and Joselene?” The man raised the gun to Amanda when he recognized the woman, even though she looked way different. “Its ok, she is on our side.” Alina walked in front of the blue eyed woman in an over protective gesture, telling her men to lower their guns with a swift movement of her hand.

“I think it is time for me to go.” Amanda whispered so only Alina could hear, the lady understood her request and nodded approving of her decision. “She is called Amanda and she just saved my life. Marcos tried to kill me with his knife.” All the men looked surprised at the news but kept silent. “You may all give her a free pass and help me clean this mess up.” Alina finished pointing at the body on the floor with her finger. Amanda took advantage of the moment and swiftly walked to the exit of the room but Alina noticed right away and grabbed her by the arm, halting her on the spot. 

“Wait.” The woman said with a rather serious tone and Amanda felt like a bucket of cold water dropped on her head. “Umm... Yeah?” Amanda looked back at her with a funny smile, just like a kid does when they’re being scolded by their mom. “The new sniper guy is called Zero, and he wants your head to still be called like that.” Alina just said as fast as she could, she needed to let Amanda know she was still in danger. Amanda’s face changed drastically to a serious one, she heard that name before and it wasn’t good. 

“I’m fucked then.” She let out as a joke, which was her usual defense mechanism. “Amanda, you have to take care of yourself...” Alina ignored her jokes and looked at her in the eyes. “I will send some of my men to...” “Your men would probably die regardless.” Amanda cut her words short, basically letting her know it was pointless to try to help her. “He almost killed me and I’ve been training all of my life, the only way to get rid of him is to kill him myself.” Amanda looked away and gave Alina her back, hiding her emotions in the process. “It may be the last time we see each other so... It was fun while it lasted.” And the blue eyed woman left as fast as she could, never looking back at the woman who was shouting her name.

To be continued...

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Where’s My Future Girlfriend? <3

I’m tired of falling for girls who I know won’t accept my baggage. I’m tired of dealing with the numerous “talking stages.” I know it takes time to find your person, like that I understand, but I’ve been out & proud since I was 16 years old, a sophomore in high school. I came out after both of my grandfathers passed away, a month apart of each other, I wasn’t fully functioning back then, but I knew that in order to fully grieve & move on, this is what I had to do, so I took the chance and I came out at 16. My mothers side adored me and loved me continuously, they still do to this day, but my fathers side talks shit about me straight to my face. I have learned that the constant down talking and disapproval isn’t just of me, but it’s because they don’t like the fact that I’m attracted to girls, well, let me be and let me be happy. 

Last year, around August I decided to cut my hair short and I have been in love with the way it looks ever since! I’ve changed hair styles a few times, but I haven’t truly felt this confident within myself in awhile. I hope to one day find my person and by that I mean the person who truly makes me happy at my darkest deepest moments. I want to be with someone for the right reasons, not for the wrong ones. Once I do, ultimately find my forever happiness, I hope to cherish them with love, acceptance, and just let them know and be aware that they can be themselves when they’re around me. 

I hope to take you to some of my favorite places which include: the drive in movies, the beach, Disneyland, the park, etc. I hope to genuinely find happiness when we’re together, but some things you should be aware of are: I overthink constantly. I constantly think the worst out of every situation, overthinking is in my nature, I suffer from anxiety, depression and PTSD. Will you be there for me when everything comes crashing down during a panic attack? I hope so. I hope that anything we’ve struggled with we can overcome. Ultimately, I want the best for both of us.

 I’m just hoping to find my happiness... I know you’re out there.<3 (: 

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Instigate (Original Action/Adventure/Lesbian Story) Part 2

Amanda looked at her bathroom’s mirror with quite some interest; she wasn’t actually looking at her own perfectly toned, slim body, or admiring her long wet hair dropping down to her chest. She wasn’t counting her scars accumulated on her white-as-a-sheet skin, no. She was a weird soul lost in thought, remembering everything that had happened that day; repurposing thoughts and exchanging possible outcomes. She was thinking of “Alina” and how she would finish the task she was given by her client.

Alina’s father was a huge asshole. As the right hand of a man called Joseph King (prominent corrupt politician, soon to be president), he had a background full of sins and a tendency to make enemies everywhere he went, including his own daughter. Why would his own daughter want him killed? You may ask. He wasn’t father of the year, apparently. He had abandoned her after ordering her mother’s death, gifting her a lonely life as the “mob princess” she became afterwards. Long years of street violence and carnage made pain and blood her only language.

It was bothersome for Amanda having to work this type of cases, since she wasn’t going to be able to kill anyone by sheer mistake. This case would definitely send her hundreds if not thousands thugs and killers behind her back; if something did in fact go wrong she would need to disappear as a last resort. She needed to be completely careful, she thought. She needed to change her physique and invade Alina’s compound (again!) as a spy of some sort. Pizza delivery girl? Huh, no. Daughter of a popular mob boss in town? Maybe. A “non-interesting” new recruit? Perfect. Next few weeks were going to be insane!

She cut her hair short, in a “side swept undercut” style and painted her tips in a light blue color. Wore black colored contacts to hide her undeniably beautiful blue eyes, and covered her body in dark leathered clothing like a biker would. She looked hot, instead of her usual “femme fatale” style, she looked a bit more like a “tomboy with a girly girl streak”, perfect for the task at hand.

“Who the hell are you?” Alina’s voice echoed in the room with a bored tone, not even looking at her guest directly in front of her; she was more interested in the computer in front of her, which made Amanda offended a little bit. “Joselene, but you can call me Joe for short.” Amanda had mastered an english accent out of nowhere, she just thought it was a nice touch to her improvised character.

Alina found her accent a bit on the strange side; an english woman wanted to join her forces? She analyzed the situation and started to get curious about what was happening. Her right-handed man told her she was a rare case but worth it, supposedly. “Why are you here?” Alina asked turning away from the computer and her left eyebrow jumped up, giving “Joe” an inquisitive look. “I’m here for a job opportunity.” Amanda says not giving up her act, she was a good one. 

“I meant, here in America.” Alina said not swallowing the whole story, something didn’t quite fit and she didn’t know what. “My parents died in a fire when I was a kid. Chose to come to America, so I could have a change of scenery. Also, who doesn’t love some racist assholes?” Amanda said in a cynical tone, trying to make the questioning a lighter chat, hoping to deviate the conversation in the process. It seemed to be working very well. “Marco said you needed some muscle.” She continued not giving Alina the opportunity to process. Amanda flexed her right arm, showing the formed muscle she had in some type of a funny joke. She could swear she saw Alina’s face soften up a bit when she did this, almost stealing a smile, but it was gone in mere seconds, making her think that maybe it was just her imagination. 

“Marco is right. I need someone to find my father’s whereabouts. He is back in town but hidden somewhere, trying to evade getting his ass roasted by the authorities.” Alina mentioned casually, moving her hands up into the air and letting them drop like someone “giving up”, Amanda knew perfectly that THAT wasn’t the case. “I have all the incriminating information to put him under and I’m pretty sure he wants it to disappear. If it does, he would be saved and I wouldn’t be able to get my revenge.” Alina said to Amanda, and she as “Joe” swallowed thickly in secret; if Alina knew she was the same woman as the past few weeks and that she worked for the same guy she wanted to see disappear, Amanda would be dead in a heartbeat.

“Leave it to me.” Is all “Joe” said, turning around and leaving the room. Her back leaned on the door as soon as she closed it behind her, then looking up to the ceiling and closing her eyes, saying all of this was fucked up inside her head. Her own conscience was starting to fight her, but she kept it far away, trying to ignore it.

Alina gave “Joe” some difficult jobs at first, mainly to verify her “loyalty” to the group, even though she didn’t actually say so from her mouth Amanda knew that this was indeed the case. In the end “Joe” successfully completed every work in an easily manner and gained Alina’s favor and respect. It was time to give Alina the hope she so desperately wanted, and after a long time Amanda gave it to her, a hint to her father’s whereabouts. 

“Are you sure about this?” Alina was hopeful and looked at “Joe” with a glint of gratefulness in her eyes. Her face was always serious but, when she was with “Joe” the features of her face softened without herself even noticing. Amanda somehow always noticed things like this; she could see tiny details of a person’s body language with ease. The last month or so Alina gave her trust to the “english lady”, a very difficult thing for her to do since she didn’t trust anyone, until now. 

“We will grab him by surprise, tonight.” Amanda said, biting her lower lip, nervous about what was going to happen next; the “betrayal” she was going to gift Alina tonight, made her skin crawl in disgust with herself. The other woman noticed and thought it was “Joe” being nervous about something going wrong with the task that night.

“You’ll do exceptionally fine, as always.” Alina grabbed “Joe’s” forearm with her delicate fingers and gave her a reassuring squeeze. Both of them shared gazes at each other, their eyes meeting in an awkward stare, which suddenly made them feel like getting struck by something electrifying; neither of them knowing what it was. “Uh... I... Thank you. I will prepare everything for tonight.” Amanda replies trying to regain her cool which was the attitude she always reflected in front of Alina as “Joe”, and left the room in hurry.

Alina was left alone in her office, trying to make sense of what just happened, not being able to figure it out. She ended up lost in thought asking herself some questions; Did she like Joe? She did but not in a “romantic” way, at least she thinks not? “No, I doubt it.” She murmured to herself. Did she trust her? Yes, she did. The last couple of times she worked with her she would be dead if she wasn’t present. She even took a bullet for her; when a Russian thug shot at her Joe got right in the middle without thinking it twice, getting injured on her left arm for weeks. Aline smiled in secret, she thought Joe was very brave, she loved the fact that Joe cared for her enough to give her own life for her. Was she worth those sacrifices though? No, she wasn’t, or so she thinks.

For Amanda in the other hand, was a complete... “Clusterfuck, FUCK!” She screamed below her breath, trying not to call any attention while she was leaving. She left Alina’s office in a very awkward and in a very hurried pace, she didn’t know what else to do; trust her mind, her heart or her conscience? She needed the money to survive in this jungle and gave her word to the wrong person, sealing a job she thought would be easy because she thought his daughter was also an asshole! But Alina wasn’t that bad in the end, Amanda thought, she was only misguided by her own desire of revenge and hate for her father. Deep inside she had a good heart, she was kind but hidden in a monsters facade. 

“UGH!” Amanda let out in frustration and a guard looked at her with a confused look. She ignored him and kept walking. What should she do? Give Alina to her father and steal all the info the guy wanted? Or give the guy to Alina and disappear, because she would probably kill her with her own hands? Either way, she was fucked, but why? Why did she cared what Alina thought of her or if she ended up hating her? She wasn’t her friend. “She is nothing to me.” Amanda whispered looking at her hands, expecting to see some answers there for all her troubles. 

“Are you ready for tonights event?” Marco’s voice appeared out of nowhere, he was a silent man and while he was posted resting his back into a wall, smoking... something, he saw “Joe” stopping in the middle of his line sight. Amanda was startled by his voice and turned to the side, looking at him with a smug look, trying to hide her real emotions inside. “Yeah, of course man.” Its all she could come with, keeping the conversation short just in case.

“You don’t look fine. Want some?” Marco showed his hand, two fingers holding out a bit of the smoke he was enjoying, out of sympathy for her. “Thank you, but I don’t really smoke. I appreciate it though.” Amanda replied, starting to walk away. “Hey, hey, wait up.” The guy went after her and Amanda turned around to look at him in the eyes, her face was confused. “Look, I wanted to briefly talk to you about something.” He didn’t waste time to explain what was going on with him, probably because he saw “Joe” was in a hurry. “Its about Alina...” And his face turned serious, head down with sad eyes, he looked like a puppy. “She needs you tonight, more than ever Joselene. This is the most important event in her life and you’ve become the most important person in her life.” He looked straight into "Joes” eyes, and she couldn’t understand what was happening. She knew the guy had a big crush on Alina, but she didn’t know it was THAT big. 

“I think she likes you more than you think.” He said, kind of hinting to something, but Amanda didn’t believe that to be true. “Hey man, I don’t think that what YOU think is what is happening here...” She genuinely said, trying to fix something she didn’t even break or touched. “I’m not interested in complicating myself with any kind of social relations, she is my boss and I’m a soldier, nothing less and nothing more.” Amanda said and stepped back a bit, getting a bit annoyed by the weird interaction. “Don’t take it personally, what I meant is; please protect her because she has high expectations from you, don’t break her heart.” And the dude left, giving her food for thought.