"That's a surprisingly apt analogy," said Lisa appraisingly. "And one that has a pretty good chance to be true. Bullies in general do their thing because they know they can get away with it with impunity. I can't see them doing anything to you after a demonstration like that."
"So... they are just going to leave me alone?"
"For a while at least," answered Lisa. "If you don't do anything, they are likely to start harassing you again. It won't be as bad as it was though. They'll likely start small and go from there. That's of course, if you don't do anything to further scare them off."
"But... what should I do? Force myself on them too? To be honest, the thing with Madison was more of a fluke than anything. I was pissed and frustrated, and Madison is short and not very fit. That's not the case with Emma and Sophia. And quite honestly? I'm not comfortable forcing anybody to have sex with me. Hell, I'm not entirely comfortable with the idea of having sex with girls in the first place. The thing with Madison is still freaking me out."
Both Lisa and Alec looked thoughtful. "This is definitely a problem," said Lisa. "You can't really go to the authorities, that already failed. A straight up fight, whether physical or social is out. The other options are way to cut throat for you to actually pull off. The s-sex approach is suspect at best." She shook her head in defeat. "I have too little information."
Alec, while Lisa was speaking, had leaned back on his chair, arms crossed, chin to his chest, the classic brooding pose. He stayed there for a while after Lisa finished. Then in a slow, deliberate movement, he leaned into the table, steepling his fingers and resting his face behind them. Both Lisa and I looked on with interest.
"Taylor," he said with such a sobriety that we both startled. That might have been the first time he called me by my name. "Tell me about these three girls. Their daily behavior: Who they hang out with, how they dress, and how exactly do they bully you. Be as explicit as you can."
I looked at Lisa, but she was just as incredulous as I was; she just shrugged. Tentably, I started describing the trio in a more general fashion. Their tendencies and the like. I went through a brief account of the last year and a half, describing the essentials of all that they've done to me. Well... almost everything. But it seemed to be enough. Alec took everything and didn't comment on anything. And that unnerved me. In the week I've known Alec for, I've come to expect him to be acidic and dismissive. The intensity in his eyes was a complete one-eighty from that. After I finished, he closed his eyes and stayed completely still for minutes.
"I have a proposition for you, Taylor," he said as he opened his eyes. "One that might solve your bully problem permanently."
I blinked and looked at Lisa again. She was looking at Alec with a mix of awe and horror. Turning back to Alec, I tentably, fearfully, said "I'm listening."
He smiled then, and it wasn't a very nice smile. "How does your very own harem sound?"
Picking Up The Pieces
(Автор: Moostache)
"I'm sorry"
Taylor ignored her as best she could. She was lying in bed, curled up in the fetal position facing away from the open door of her room at HQ.
She didn't want to talk to anyone right now. Especially not her.
"I was desperate. I-I thought things would be easier if there as another girl on the team. That w-way, I wouldn't be alone in this hell. I'd have someone to relate t-to."
Taylor resisted the urge to snort. She couldn't believe this bitch. After everything that happened between them at school, was she really expecting sympathy from her?
Of course, if she was doing this fucked up job from the start...
Eyes tightly squeezing shut even more, Taylor banished the thought as a brief shudder passes through her body and hot bile rises to her throat.
Don't think about it.
Don't.
"But then your n-name was called up"-god dammit-"and all I could feel was... was sickness. I felt s-sick to my stomach. And when you came back and I saw the look on your f-face... I... I..."
Shut up. Shoulders shaking and breath coming in short breaths, Taylor fails to keep the tears from slipping through her eyelids. Just shut up and go away you fucking bitch!
"I should have let you leave", Taylors eyes shoot open at this. What?! "I s-should have let you run away the moment you saw me. But I was desperate and selfish, and I didn't really think about how it would end! B-believe me, Taylor, if I could go b-back I wouldn't have begged you to stay-"
Taylor suddenly bolted upright on her bed and turned her body to her open door to look Sophia Hess in the face, meeting her teary eyes with fierce glare that spoke of all the seething hatred she felt toward the dark-skinned girl before her. Taking in the pained look on the other female Ward's face and the pathetic way she held herself in Taylor's abrupt scrutiny, Brockton Bay's newest Ward and glorified PRT prostitute said the first thing that came to mind.
"Fuck you, Sophia."
Sophia's eyes hardend before just as quickly losing their fire as she did her best to maintain eye contact. The shame on her face becoming apparent once more.
Taylor let out a growl as she grit her teeth at the display of the person she hates most at this very moment. How dare she!
"After everything", Taylor hisses. "After everything you and the other bitches put me through, I had to become some rich basterd's fuck toy before I got any sympathy out of you?" Sophia flinches and Taylor can't help but feel a vicious satisfaction. A sick sense of vindication that rolls in her gut. So there is a human being in there after all, huh? Too little, too late.
"Taylor-"
"What makes you think", Taylor cut her off, "that I want to talk to you right now? What makes you think I want to see your face?"
Sophia stares at her for a moment before wiping what few tears remain from her face and speaking as calmly as she can, "W-well, this was your first, um, 'job', and I re-remember my first and how fucked up I was afterward and I thought, since Gallant isn't here, I'd, you know", she looks uncomfortable and a bit emmbarrassed at what she says next, "try and comfort you."
Taylor stares at her for a full five seconds before a small snort makes it past her nose followed closely by a series of giggles that soon devolve into a sort of deranged laughter that honestly scares the shit out of Sophia, especeally as she can hear a low buzzing in the backround.
"Y-you", Taylor manages to get out, tears streaming down her face. "You honestly thought I'd let you anywhere near me? In order to 'comfort' me? How fucking stupid do you think I am? You caused my Trigger, you psycho! What makes you think I'd trust you like that? Because I already made that mistake with Emma."
"Dammit, Taylor this is serious", replies Sophia as she take a few steps forward. "This isn't a trick. I'm trying to hel-"
The buzzing gets louder as Taylor stands up from her bed, "Get back", she growls out, making it clear what will happen if Sophia takes another step forward.
"Tay-"
"I said, "GET BACK!"
"Okay!", Sophia exclaims as she steps back as the swarm she knows is somewhere in the room get lounder. Taking a deep breath, she exhales loudly as she prepares to say her peace.
20.y
(Автор: ZipLopZ)
The thoughts were so sharp they were difficult to distinguish from reality. He shifted his hold on his cane, staring into her eyes. She still stood before him.
With just the fractional movement of his hands, there was a change in her body language. Muscles in her neck and shoulders grew more taut, her breathing changed. She said, "Sir-"
"Shh," he said. She fell silent.
His left hand cupped her chin, his eyes never leaving hers. More of a reaction: her eyes flickered, moving mere milimeters as she strained to maintain eye contact. he could feel the warmth of her breath on his wrist as she exhaled slowly, the faintest of movements against his hand as she shifted her weight to stay absolutely still.
His thumb brushed against her cheek. Soft. He knew she dedicated an hour every morning to caring for her skin, another hour to her hair. Unlike hers, his gaze was unwavering, assured. In his peripheral vision, he could see her chest rise and fall. He wasn't a sexual creature, not in the base, animal sense. The idea of intercourse, it didn't appeal. The mess of it. But she was a thing of beauty, nonetheless. He could appreciate her from an aesthetic standpoint.
Citrine had shifted out of place, though. A square peg, just askew enough that it wouldn't slide into the hole designated for it. It jarred, and it cast a pallor on everything else that was right about her.
As his fingers moved, tracing the line of her jaw, drifting to her chin, the idea of cutting her throat invaded his thoughts. A quick, clean severing of vital flows. He could see the lines of tension in her neck as she stretched it, striving to keep it absolutely still.
Again, though, the disorder, the disruption. Blood was so messy, and as much as he might relish the opportunity to take thirty minutes from his day and clean up back in a more secure area, others would see, and it would throw too many things out of balance.
There wasn't a right answer here, and it bothered him.
Thinking rationally, he knew he was irritated. The location, even this city, they didn't suit him. He couldn't act on that, not yet, and the resulting dissatisfaction affected how he responded to the little things.
His fingers broke contact with her chin, one by one, as he contemplated his options. By the time his index finger had dropped away, he'd decided.
"You're my best ambassador, Citrine," he said.
She was breathing just a bit harder than she had been, as the tension that had drawn her entire body tight was released. A flush touched her cheeks as she responded, "Yes sir."
"I don't want to lose you."
"Yes sir, I'll do my utmost to ensure you don't have cause to."
"Please do," he said. He noted that the flush had spread down to her decolletage. Not the result of fear or anger. Another base emotion. "Citrine?"
She glanced at him.
"Calm yourself."
"Yes sir," she breathed the words.
He glanced at Othello, who wore a black suit and a mask divided between alabaster white and jet black. The man hadn't commented or flinched as Accord addressed Citrine.
Stress Relief
(Автор: kamenhero25)
"Fuck," Amy moaned as she slammed her head into her writing desk.
"What's wrong?" Taylor said as she looked up from her laptop.
"It's just I have to finish my term paper and study for my anatomy final and my biology test is in the morning and then..."
"Whoa, whoa, breathe Amy." Taylor climbed off of her bed. "You're not doing yourself any favors by stressing out all night." She walked across the dorm room and placed a hand on her roommate's shoulder.
"But I have to pass this test. Last time I got bad grades mom was... pissed."
Taylor groaned. "Your mom needs to stop pushing. You know exactly what you're doing. You just need to stop letting her get to you."
Amy sighed and laid her head on her desk. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."
Taylor set her hands on Amy's shoulders and slowly began to rub them. "Why don't you just take a break and relax a little. You have plenty of time to study." She began to rub harder, gently massaging Amy's shoulders.
"Not now Taylor," Amy said, shrugging her shoulders and pushing her off slightly. "I don't have time..."
"Easy," Taylor said as she began to massage harder, eliciting a small moan from her roommate. "You're not going to remember anything if you let yourself be stressed all night."
Amy gave another small moan as Taylor's insistent hands began to move down her back, slowly rubbing in smooth comforting circles. "Fuck." She moaned softly. "Alright. Just a little break."
Taylor grinned. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No." Amy moaned again. "Feels good."
Taylor rubbed lower, trailing her hands down Amy's back until she brushed against the bottom hem of her shirt. After a moment of hesitation, she slid her hand under the shirt and ran her hands over the skin at the bottom of Amy's back. Amy moaned again as Taylor's fingers touched her bare skin. "Do you want to move to the bed?" Taylor asked.
Amy nodded. "Yeah." She got out of her chair and stretched before moving over to the bed. After a moment, she pulled of her top, revealing her perky breasts and her simple white bra before lying down on the bed. Taylor practically ripped her own shirt off and climbed onto the bed. She straddled Amy's hips and eagerly resumed her massage. Amy gave a content sigh as Taylor's hand pressed against a knot in her back. "Lower."
Taylor moved her hands slowly down her back, feeling for stiff points and knots of tension as she worked. "You've really been stressing out about this," she said as she pressed her thumbs into a stiff point along Amy's spine. "God, I can feel it."
Amy nodded slightly. "Lower." She squirmed a little as Taylor's hands moved back to her lower back, straying close to her ass. "Mom's been insisting that I get my grades up."
Taylor laughed. "Have you ever gotten lower than a B in your life?"
"Victoria got a 3.8 last semester. Mom wanted me to measure up." Amy buried her face in the covers.
"Victoria is a sports training major. It's a little easier than pre-med." Taylor's hands strayed lower again, tugging at Amy's pants.
Amy shot a look back at Taylor. "Yeah I know." She didn't sound convinced.
Taylor moved down, this time outright running her hand over Amy's ass. "Maybe you need a more intense massage if you're going to be stubborn with me."
Amy moaned again softly. "Just a quick one," she said.
Taylor grinned. "You're entirely too dressed for that dear." She climbed off of Amy and stripped off the rest of her clothes in a heartbeat.
Amy nodded and slid her pants down, but didn't get any further before Taylor jumped on top of her, mashing their lips together in a deep kiss. Heat immediately flooded her body and she pulled her lover in close as Taylor's tongue ravaged her mouth and they both fell back onto the bed. "Eager today, aren't you?" she teased as Taylor finally emerged for air.
"You've been studying nonstop all week. We haven't had any alone time."
Amy giggled. "Well, I guess we need to fix that then." She kissed Taylor again and grabbed Taylor's breasts, massaging the firm B cups. Taylor's nipples were already rock hard and she could feel Taylor's heart pounding in her chest. Taylor unhooked her lover's bra and pulled it out from between their bodies before dropping her lips to Amy's breasts and placing a kiss on her right nipple. Amy moaned softly at the contact. "Fuck, don't tease."
