please don’t mind me i just...really need to get my Below Deck Kate/Rhylee bullshit out below the cut...this fandom doesn’t exist but apparently I’m just absolute femslash trash. obviously.
Kate’s watching her reflection in the mirror as she puts on lipstick, so she misses the way Rhylee’s mouth twists before responding.
“Yeah sure, I can sleep through anything,” she lies. It’s not like she can blame Kate for wanting to sleep with Tanner-- he’s been doing a full court press on her after breaking things off with Simone, and his personality might suck but he’s still a fine ass looking man. Still, the thought of sleeping with him turns Rhylee’s stomach after everything that’s happened between her and the other deck crew.
She brushes it off, hopping down off the top bunk and standing behind Kate to use the mirror to check her own hair. “Don’t expect him to take too long anyway,” she says with a smirk. Kate laughs.
“I have terrible taste in men, Rhy. Help me!” She leans back into Rhylee’s chest and Rhylee bumps her hips forward so their bodies are flush for a moment before they stumble apart, giggling. Kate’s joking, obviously, but as they walk out of the room Rhylee’s stuck thinking about all the ways she would help Kate, if she could.
The club is hot and too crowded, and no amount of booze can make Rhylee forget that she’s standing there next to the stupid pricks who’ve made her past few weeks hell. It’s too loud to talk with Kate, so they dance next to each other as they get drunker. Tanner is flirting with some white tourist he’s met, and Rhylee watches as he crowds next to her at the bar, kissing her neck. Kate sees it too, she knows, but she’s ignoring it, turning her body away from him.
There’s a moment where Rhylee thinks maybe Tanner will end up ditching Kate, but once they’re getting into the vans to head to the boat he’s sliding in next to Kate in the back, the two of them giggling drunkenly into each other’s necks. Even so, once they’re back at the boat Tanner goes to his bunk and Kate and Rhylee go to theirs, changing into pajamas.
Rhylee climbs into bed, listening to Kate sigh from the lower bunk. “Where the fuck is he?” They turn the lights out, and a few minutes later Rhylee hears Kate get up, the door opening and closing after her. She’s surprised when Kate comes back not even two minutes later, by herself.
“That little fucker was asleep,” she whispers after shutting the door.
“Would’ve had whiskey dick anyway,” Rhylee says, rolling over so she can lean to look at Kate in her bunk. “You deserve better than a shitty fuck, babe.”
Kate hums, throwing her head back. She locks eyes with Rhylee in the dark, her gaze hungry. “What’re you gonna do about it?” she asks with a pout.
Rhylee’s hand clenches automatically, thinking about how Kate would feel under her fingers as Rhylee slowly worked her up before eating her out. She knows Kate’s dating history, knows she won’t be shy about getting Rhylee off too, and that’s really all she needs to convince her. She hops out of her bunk and stands over Kate’s.
“Y’know this isn’t even a boatmance, really-- right?”
Kate didn’t have to say it, but Rhylee gets why she did. “Duh. Now make room for me before I get back in my own bed.”
