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Lev is sitting at a coffeeshop, eating a cookie, studying electrical engineering, and absently contemplating suicide in the manner of someone who is not actually going to kill himself but is not quite ready to give up all hope.
He sips at his iced tea. It's weird. It tastes a little fruitier than usual. Maybe they're trying a new recipe? It's good, though, and it doesn't take long before he finishes it.
She can do that more.
She will do that more, won't stop talking, even though she's only halfway aware of the words coming out of her mouth.
Oh god she's so close she wants this so much she loves her Sasha so much-- she whispers incoherent words of praise into Sasha's hair--
Sasha kisses Leia's neck and reaches down and rubs her finger in little circles over the head of Leia's dick, as much like she'd touch her own clit as she can manage.
Oh, that's--
--it's her clit, it's her girlfriend touching her clit, and it's real, she doesn't have to run a story in her head about what she wishes was happening, she's not going to feel sad and cold and alone afterwards, she's a girl and she's sleeping with her girlfriend and then afterward they will snuggle and she's so warm and happy and loved--
"I love you," very soft, she doesn't stop moving, "I love you, I love you, my sweet girl —"
"--oh," she says, and for the first time in her life comes while having her dick touched by someone else.
Sasha licks her hand off — it's Leia, she'd have said if Sasha might catch anything, and she can't look at Leia's face and not feel safe — and curls up with her head on Leia's shoulder.
"Good?"
"Love you. I've never--" She He rests his head on Sasha's chest. "I've come with people before but. When I was jerking off. Or when they were inside me."
"Nothing about you is gross. But I can get why you wouldn't want anyone to touch it anyway."
"...you know, when your brain's idea of what your body is supposed to look like and the physical arrangement of your flesh don't match up? It's awful, I had it through all of high school and I didn't want anyone to touch me or look at me either, it makes sense that you wouldn't like having people touch the parts that don't feel like you're supposed to have them."
"You don't have to be. But — you like imagining yourself as a girl more than you like sex, you relaxed when I called you your girl name, you relaxed when I called you my girlfriend, I've never seen you look as happy as when I was calling you a girl, and you really clearly have physical dysphoria about your genitals, are you sure."
"I'm not a woman trapped in a man's body. I played with boy toys as a kid and I have male interests and I like casual sex and I'm argumentative as fuck. Nothing about me is like a woman."
".....so what you're saying is that girls don't play with boy toys or argue or have male interests or like casual sex? Because as someone who as a kid got yelled at for climbing trees in dresses that might rip and argued with all my teachers and slept around, I think I'd disagree with you."
"Unusually masculine women exist, especially if they're attracted to women, but that does not mean that some random straight man with a fetish is a woman."
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