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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.
After a number of minutes of this between two and ten, Sasha isn't really keeping track, she reaches down to take her shirt off — and she's done this a hundred times before but with Lev it feels different —
She pulls back and looks at his face. "...not if you're making that face about it."
"I... like making people feel nice?" he tries.
The stupid gross thing has opinions about Sasha being pressed close to him and she can probably feel them and he wishes it would not.
"You don't have to." She tries touching his hair again. "I don't want to make you feel like you have to."
Mm. Hair-touching is nice.
"...I feel like I should just tell you. I-- haven't told anyone before but. Whenever I look at you I just feel so safe."
She makes a soft curious sound and doesn't take her hand away from his hair.
"Well. Not my exes, at any rate. --I can't get off unless I'm thinking about being a girl."
"Okay." She kisses Lev's forehead. "— that's really cute, is that a weird thing to think —"
"I don't care if it's a weird thing to think." Sasha thinks his paraphilia is cute! This is because Sasha is literally the best person in the entire world and every new fact he finds out only makes this more obvious. "So I can like sex but only if someone is calling me a woman the whole time which... most women don't want to do... it's fine if you don't want to have sex with me if you know that, I just. Wanted to tell you. Because it seems like you wouldn't judge me."
"...I wonder what kind of noises you would make if I called you a pretty girl."
Oh no, that's adorable.
Sasha kisses him again and whispers "Prettiest girl."
She's writhing around on the bed-- "Leia," she says, "call me Leia-- Sasha, you're so beautiful, you're so kind, I--"
"Leia," and her voice is very soft, "Leia, Leia, you're so good, Leia —"
And then she gasps and clutches onto Sasha like she's drowning and there's a dark wet spot in the front of her pants.
"I love you —" Sasha kisses Lev Leia whatever and looks down and kisses Leia again. "...we should probably get you to the bathroom and cleaned up so that doesn't stain."
"I love you!"
Moving sounds terrible. He doesn't want to move, he wants to hold Sasha.
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