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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.
"Yeah." She kisses her Leia (her Leia!!!!), curls around her. "It feels like I've known you for forever."
Gosh. There's a Sasha next to her, and Leia's wearing a dress.
This causes Leia to have some opinions, which she expresses via neckbiting.
Neckbiting is a very good way to express these opinions. Sasha wholeheartedly approves.
"Love you," she says, and pulls Sasha's hair with one hand and starts to scratch her with the other.
She almost doesn't mind the gross thing, because when she thinks about it she thinks about Sasha touching it like it's her clit, and everything is okay.
Sasha makes a soft little ah sound and shifts against Leia, relaxes into the mattress.
"I know what you mean." It comes out a little dreamier than she'd meant it to.
"I like doing things you like."
Perhaps it is time to do more things she likes to demonstrate it.
If Leia doesn't stop doing that she's going to have a very wriggly Sasha pressed right up against her body.
That is the general idea!
Leia pulls her dress up around her waist so that Sasha can wriggle more effectively. (Leia's not wearing underwear.)
...fuck that's hot.
She's not really thinking about where this might lead — but even if it does go there would that be so bad —
Leia doesn't want it to go there because every time it has gone there in the past it has been terrible, which is why she has no objections whatsoever to pulling Sasha very very close and kissing her and scratching as hard as she can. She thinks vaguely that maybe she'll get Sasha off with her fingers and then Sasha can grind on her until she finishes.
Being scratched makes Sasha's breath shaky and her hips press harder against Leia.
"Fuck — please fuck me —"
It takes her a moment or two to parse what Leia just said at all.
"...would it help if I called it a strapon?"
--yeah okay she trusts Sasha. Sasha wouldn't ever lie to her. And even if she did, and then she didn't want an abortion, the idea of little babies made half of Sasha and half of Leia is. Very good.
"I don't have anything," she says, and she adjusts herself a little so she's lining up to go in.
Ohhh fuck Leia is so good — and Leia wouldn't lie to her, not about something like this — she nods and kisses her and pulls her closer to kiss her better.
Leia is about to ask about whether Sasha is clean, and then Sasha pulls her closer, and it goes in without Leia really meaning it to, and it is so warm and soft and wet and tight and it is hard to focus on much of anything, and Leia decides that probably if Sasha had anything she would have mentioned it, and then all Leia is thinking about is how soft Sasha's skin feels and how nice it is to bite her shoulder and how much she loves being close to her.
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