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Worm's Lemons


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Yeah, it's Lemons, lot of Lemons! You were warned! Спасибо Арийскому Гомофобу за ссылку. 20.09.2016
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No More Goodbyes

(Автор: TheDivineDemon)

A relatively old snip I wrote on SV when Anzer'ke said he wanted Brain and Taylor having a long distance/jail relationship:


* * *

"Hebert, you have a visitor." Taylor blinked herself away from her book at the guard's words, confusion written on her face as she stood to follow him. Taylor didn't get many visitors, mostly her dad and her lawyer if anyone, and both had made their visits rather recently. So, understandably, she was cautious as she was led in to the visitation room.

"Booth 6" was all the guard said before taking his post at the back wall, leaving Taylor to show herself to her designated seat. What she saw there surprised her.

Sitting with a phone to his ear and only a sheet of glass separating them was Brian. His eye darted to hers as she came into view and a.... something tugged at his face. The best she could do to describe it was a frustrated smile. Taylor took her seat in a state of surprise induced shock.

"Brian?" Taylor said before realizing he couldn't hear her. Picking up the phone she said his name again, "Brian? What are you doing here?"

"To see you after you did... this." The boy said, waving his hand at their surroundings in frustration. "Why didn't you tell any of us you were going to do this?"

"'Cause you'd stop me?" She half stated, feeling a bit meek under his eyes and frustration. "I thought it would be best, for you guys and for... well, everyone."

"Yeah, and see where that got you?"

"Dinah said...." Taylor paused as a dark look clouded Brian's face.

"It's always Dinah, driving you to do stupid things." His voice was almost a growl, "You keep putting yourself in dangerous situations for a girl you don't even know. I get that she's a little girl, I get that she's a precog, what I don't get is how half the time you don't seem to care about yourself."

"It needed to be done." That was sentence she could say with no meekness, only steel. Dinah had needed to be saved and she needed, wanted, to co-operate with the PRT to take down a bigger threat. Was it wrong that she thought she should listen to the advice of one of the most powerful precogs on the planet?

"It was something you should have talked over with us, with me, first." Brian said hotly, "Did you think about how I would feel after hearing that you turned yourself in?"

"I... I thought I settled things."

"What? Those little talks you had with each of us? Did you really think that was enough?"

"I thought..."

"You didn't think!" He shouted, causing a number of the guards to tense and her the bugs she was trying to ignore to buzz wildly. "You just left. You didn't think how much it would hurt us. How worried we were when we saw Alexandria land at the PRT building. How much we'd miss you when you locked yourself away from us." He took the phone away from his mouth and leaned the device to his forehead as he pressed his lips together in emotion.

"Brian," She said softly.

"You should have talked to me, more than just that... check up you did. Told me what you were thinking so we could have planned something better, done something better. You can't just, just, decide to do things on your own. Not when it effects more than just you."

"I'm sorry." She said, feeling nearly as bad as she did when she first talked to her father after he found out who she really was.

"Just, no more goodbyes. Okay?" He asked as he laid his hand flat on the glass.

Taylor mirrored his action, her fingers scraping against the material and she wished desperately that it wasn't there. "Okay."

Speak As The Bees Do

(Автор: doomlord9)

Brian watches Taylor on the stage doing an absolutely fantastic job of shaking and bouncing her ass, the wet shirt clinging like a second skin to her butt and the back of her legs giving a teasing glimpse of smooth wet flesh before another movement pulls it away and it clings to another spot. How she can do so much with so little is a mystery but he appreciates her skill.

Turning to Lisa he asks "Ok, I thought you told us she was awkward and shy. When did she learn to dance like this in front of a crowd?"

Lisa snickers "She didn't, she can't dance to save her life."

Brian looks up at the stage and then back to Lisa, raising an eyebrow.

Lisa smirks "She can't dance but her powers do make her fluent in 'Bee'. The fact that when the waggle dance is translated to the human anatomy it very closely resembles a booty dance is just a coincidence."

Brian blinks and looks back at the stage "So she's..."

Lisa giggles "Rambling awkwardly about random things and getting more nervous the quieter it gets. She just got done with the weather and now she's talking about....Hey! Why that...she promised me that she wouldn't tell anyone about that!" Lisa forgets about Brian as she stalks up towards the stage in a snit, climbing up and glaring at the nervous Taylor before turning around and wiggling her butt in a specific pattern.

Taylor startles before nervously turning around *Wiggle? Wiggle wiggle bounce wiggle?*

Lisa replies *Wiggle! Wiggle bounce wiggle wiggle bounce bounce!*

Taylor's cheeks go pink *Wiggle. Wiggle bounce wiggle bounce wiggle wiggle?*

Lisa contemplates that before responding *Wiggle.....bounce wiggle bounce wiggle wiggle wiggle bounce!*

Brian just watches what is happening unable to believe what he is seeing while Alec asks "Are they....arguing?"

"Yes. Yes they are."

*bounce bounce wiggle bounce wiggle wiggle wiggle*

"Are they seriously arguing in public using a language that involves shaking their asses at each other?"

*wiggle bounce bounce bounce wiggle bounce wiggle wiggle*

Brian sighs, wondering why he became a thief and joined a gang of other thieves "Yes Alec, yes they are."

*wiggle bounce wiggle wiggle bounce wiggle rub rub*

Alec smirks, fiddling with his phone for abit before asking "Are they seriously rubbing their butts against each other as they get to the forgiveness part of their argument?"

Brian groans but doesn't take his eyes off the stage. Why didn't he decide to become an assassin instead? He would be good at that, just a quick block of darkness, a single bullet that nobody would hear, and he'd be several thousand dollars richer. Aisha would probably think it was cool... "Yes Alec, yes they are."

*rub wiggle bounce rub rub wiggle wiggle*

Alec barely keeps the glee out of his voice "Don't you wish your cock was between them right now?"

Brian absently responds "Yes Alec. Yes I do."

His eyes suddenly go wide he registers what he just said and turns to Alec just in time to see him hit a button "Aaaaand uploaded to a protected server!" Alec grins as he hits play, giving Brian a quick soundbite of the last few seconds and making him do an admirable job of going bone white despite how dark his skin is.

Alec chuckles evilly as he slips his phone into his pocket "I think I'll just save that one for a rainy day. Oh look, I think they're finishing up."

*wiggle bounce wiggle wiggle rub rub rub bounce wiggle*


* * *

Vista watches her future competition from her spot high on a roof, narrowing her eyes as space twist to act as a spyglass and watching the two villains take first place with their 'duet'.

'Soon....just a few more years and I'll show them what Shaker 12 really means.....'

Taylor The Maid

(Автор: aoirann)

*Knock Knock Knock*.... *Knock Knock Knock*.......... *Knock Knock Knock*

"VICKY GET THE DOOR!" Amy shouted.

"YOU GET IT! YOU'RE CLOSER!" Was the reply from her sister.

"YOU CAN FLY! YOU CAN LITERALLY FLY!" Amy angerily shouted back.

"YOU'RE CLOSER!" Was all she got back.

"stupid lazy older sister, why do I even have a crush on her" *grumble grumble grumble* Amy stomped towards the door angrily mumbling to herself. She flings open the door.

"YESssssssssssssssssssssss?" She shouts and then trails off when she sees who's at the door. Amy blinks once, and then again, and for a third time before she realized she was in fact seeing what she was seeing. Standing in front of her was an honest-to-God maid. Her long dark wavy hair held in place by a lace hairband, with the right amount of bang being loose to move in the breeze. The red half-frame glasses she wore framed her face perfectly. Her makeup was perfect. Just a hint of lipstick and mascara. Nothing to draw attention but accented her looks. Her Maid uniform was low cut enough to offer just the hint of cleavage but if you blinked it was gone. Not helping matters was the black cloth corset she was wearing underneath it, which seems to emphasize her bust. Underneath that was a either a skirt made to act like an apron or an apron designed to act as a skirt. This ended exactly three inches above her knees, somehow being both provocative and professional. Amy's eyes trailed down as she noticed the strap from a garter belt leading down to silk stockings that came right to her knee. This created a little two inch gap of creamy white skin in between the stockings and skirt. Amy finally finished with her staring at her feet. She was wearing black three inch heels with little white ribbons on them. They both made her already long sexy legs even long and seemed to be perfect for housework. Eventually Amy was able to stop staring and look at the Maid in the face.

"Ca' ah' hep' oo'?" Was all Amy managed to get out before realizing her mouth was full of drool. She quickly wiped her mouth and swallowed. And tried again.

"Can I do-I mean help you?" Amy says, trying to ignore the slip of her tongue— Er slip of the tongue. At that the Maid just hands her a newspaper with something circled on it. Amy slowly took it from her, scared that if she moved to fast the girl in front of her would disappear. Amy tore her eyes from the maid to look at newspaper.

Amy started to read aloud "Wanted: Live-in Maid for New Wave household. Must be willing to risk life and limb to protect family from any threats, clean the household each day, cook three meals a day, and laundry. Requirements are being able to be look professional while still being sexy, under the age of 30, attractive, fit," At that Amy glanced at the Maid's legs again and lingered there before turning back towards the paper, " and willing to wear a Japanese maid outfit. Being able to speak Japanese optional but encouraged. Please inquire at the Dallon Household at 5:55 the 5th of May 2010. All other applicants before or after will not be accepted." Amy glances at the clock at notices it is in fact 5:55. She then glances at the paper and sees that it's somehow tomorrow's paper. She looks back at the Maid, who is smiling, back to the paper's date, to the ad, and to the clock which still read 5:55 despite it being easily more than a minute.

"VICKY!? DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT A CLASSIFIED FOR A LIVE-IN MAID IN THE PAPER!? " Amy shouted back inside.

"YEAH? IT'S SUPPOSE TO RUN TOMORROW AS A JOKE! WHY?" Was shouted back.

"BECAUSE WE GOT AN APPLICANT FOR IT!?" Amy shouted back."

"WHAT!? THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!"

"LOOK JUST GET DOWN HERE!" Amy shouted back losing her patience. The sounds of thumping and cursing were heard upstairs. After 30 seconds a hastily dress Victoria hovered at the front door. She stared at the Maid, to tomorrow's paper, to the ad she ran, and at Amy.

"How? Besides it's past 5:55-" Amy tapped her on the shoulder and pointed at the clock. 5:55 it still read. Victoria whipped out her cell phone which said the same thing. Amy also got her's out which also said the same thing. The two of them looked at each other and then back at the Maid who just smiled. However they could tell there was a little bit of smugness to that smile.

"Oooookkkkaayyyy. Other than being Mary freaking Poppins, do you have any other qualifications for the job?" Victoria said, trying to find anything to get her out of having to hired the mysterious maid in front of them.

"<Well I do speak Japanese as said in the Ad. However I doubt you can even tell that this is in fact Japanese.>" The maid said in a perfect Kyoto accent. The two Dallon sisters blinked at that as well.

"Huh....." Was all Victoria could say. "Well I suppose a trial run is in order. She then heads inside and makes a motion for Amy and the Maid to follow her. They do and wind up in the kitchen. Sitting in the sink, the counter, stove, and table were piles upon piles of dishes.

"We've been very busy these past few.... months....." Victoria trailed off realizing how weak that excuse sounded. "If you can clean all of these dishes you're hired!" She exclaims and floats out of the room. The Maid nods to herself and heads over to the sink. Amy quickly follows Victoria out.

"What the hell Vicky? You can't expect her to do all those dishes! Some of them have been from three months ago. I'm pretty sure a few of them have mold didn't exist before!" She yells at Vicky over the sound of dishes, glasses, pots and pans being washed.

"Look I didn't realize that someone would actually show up. And what she did was bullshit too! How was it 5:55 for at least 10 minutes?" Vicky also shouted back.

"Exactly! Why are you jerking around the maid who I'm pretty sure is some sort of breaker! I mean she had tomorrow's Newspaper! And if I remember our 5th grade field trip correctly those don't get done printing until 11:00 pm today!" Amy yelled back again.

"Look I figure with how bad the kitchen is it'll scare off anyone! The housekeeping companies make us hire 10 people whenever it gets that bad!" Vicky shouted in the now quiet room. They both noticed the quiet and the fact they couldn't hear dishes being cleaned anymore. The two of them slowly leaned into the kitchen to see why that is. They found the Maid with a washcloth drying off the counters. There wasn't a single dish to be found or any stain, crumb, mysterious liquid, or any such thing. In fact they don't think they've ever seen the kitchen so clean before. In fact they were pretty sure that somehow there was a new coat of paint on the walls. Amy experimentally touched the wall and found that the paint was just at the very very end of drying. She did in fact added a new coat of paint. And despite all that there wasn't a single speck of dust, paint, water, or anything on the maid's clothes. In fact not a single hair was out of place nor was she even breathing heavily. Victoria looked at Amy with a vain hope that she had someway to get out of it. Amy gave her a look that said "You're on your own here." Victoria slumped in defeat.

"You're hired." She said with the the tone of voice of a person resigned to their fate. The maid beamed at that and put the washcloth....Somewhere.

"Can we get your name at least?" Amy said rather deadpanned.

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