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elizabeth walked further into her home and towards the living room where four other children were looking at the door with big eyes. she put her almost three-year-old down and he toddled over to his twin sister. she looked over at suvi and it felt so odd to have her standing here, in her living room... "five." she spoke and went from oldest to youngest, pointing out her children. "this is lilliana and she is ten, hugo here is seven, cyril is five, and then we have the twin who are almost turning three - violet and edward." she told her and smiled as the kids waved as she'd taught them before losing interest and going back to coloring, playing with dolls and trains and... well, running circles in edward's case. "do you want something to drink? coffee?" he asked, walking towards her open kitchen and not quite sure what to say or ask. where the hell have you been wouldn't sound very friendly.

suvi's family was complicated. her mother resented her, her father had pitied them both in their feud, kasper had always sided with their mother. until the day she left, nilsson had always been on her side of things, her twin and one true ally until he turned, making her run. elizabeth knew how complicated her family was. "it was quick and quiet. i don't think my mother wanted anyone to know." all too like eleanor nygard.

suvi wasn't sure if the invitation was reaction or pity or truly wanting her around, but she couldn't find it in herself to shake her head and walk away. elizabeth had only grown more beautiful, more unattainable, not that that was way suvi was here, but it certainly didn't help. she followed after elizabeth, the house had changed so much since she'd been here last, a whole new family spearheaded by the original set into place. new pictures and artwork and arrangement of the place, it felt like walking into her own childhood home after having moved out for sixteen years. "how many kids?"

gertrude was a bit... disappointed that willow didn't confirm that she too wanted to actually be more, share that they had something more together but apparently, that wasn't the case. her heart sank somewhat, even though that is exactly why getrude had wanted this to begin with. someone to experiment with who wouldn't screw up her marriage and life. yet, now, she would give anything for exactly that. this was intoxicating and stood in such stark contrast to the boring nature of her life, her marriage. "i'm not mean..." gertude said and then couldn't help herself, and spoke: "if you want to tell people," she started, feeling her heartbeat speed up. "then let's define what there is to tell;" she said and knew that this could very easily set her up for crushing heartbreak and loneliness. while she wasn't eager to blow up her marriage, she also was tired of feeling as empty as she did. possibly, she also wanted confirmation that willow, who always seemed to cool, collected, distant, and independent... actually did feel more for her than just an attraction.

"because i ask you to stay... because i want you here. with me." she finished, still sitting behind willow and hoping that this wouldn't blow up in her face. she was being ridiculous, she thought. absolutely reckless... and she didn't want to quit.

a twist in her stomach as she searches for some kind of snide comment or whitty comeback but for once the blonde was kinda at a loss. mouth open just a little but no words coming out. she was awake now; more so than before as gertrude pulled her fully into reality. this wasn't anything. They weren't anything. this was still just sex. In those moments after when she let delusion take over had managed to slip into her every day and willow was left feeling... stupid. stupid for expecting anything more. stupid for talking like it already was something more. it's so easy to forget gertrude has this whole family system outside of her. she was just the pretty blonde sneaking around when the husband and kids were away. Whatever Willow was feeling was irrelevant to the other woman because she was supposed to have known what she was getting into it. gertrude was making that very clear. obviously, she didn't go around talking about the women she slept with. in her tiredness she just forgot - or maybe it was intentional - the nature of this relationship.

willow let her eyes flutter closed as she desperately tried to live in the moment of intertwined fingers and lips against her skin. she wanted to go back to before she made it weird for herself. she couldn't quite grasp how gertrude was so easily pretending like nothing was happening; willow was having an entire debate in her head. and as she heard the word again. a word she had been desperate for mere moments ago, the blonde found herself being tugged back into her fantasy. it was almost too hard to resist if doubt hadn't already settled in her brain. "you're being mean," whispered so quietly, she wasn't even sure if she said it out loud or not. it was all she could think of. whether it referred to Gertrude's sobering moment of clarity or the fact she was even asking her to stay was unclear. however, she still didn't move away because, for willow, it was better to be wanted. it reinforced the idea she already had about herself. that everyone wanted her. even wealthy, successful women with husbands and kids. They just couldn't help themselves. it was shallow but for the most part, so was willow. "are you sure? you never normally ask that."

marie-victoire smiled gently and nodded. "that can be arranged." she promised and really, that would be the least of their issues. stem the royal family could deal with, the gay aspect probably less.

she respected that the woman didn't jump for joy immediately, it was a lot but it was what was necessary to be able to move on with their life, with their relationship. "you will never be a born royal. that also isn't expected of spouses in our family." she tried to explain, "and times have changed. you can have outside friends, you can have a lot more freedom than even my mother had. sadly, you'll need some educating and i know that it's scary but... if you do that full-time, focus on that... you'll be able to catch up quickly." she explained and reached out of the other woman's hand. "i don't want to lie to you, about what this life is. it's... complicated and it's hard work. i want you in my life," she spoke and then uncharacteristically added: "desperately so" and even blushed as she spoke. "but i cannot expect you to give up everything for me. i don't want you to, unless you decide it's what you want. all i can do is answer you honestly and try to make sure you can make a decision with all the information available."

as expected, marie-victoire confirmed that keeping her job would be out of the question. the idea of being able to help charities did indeed soften the blow, though. isla perked up at that thought. "do you think i could work with charities that encourage girls to learn coding? or do you think that would be too... unorthodox?" she knew it wasn't the usual charities a royal might focus on, but it was something close to her heart that she would love to get involved in. the thought of helping younger girls find their passion in any sort of stem field was enough to make her forget about having to quit her own career.

her girlfriend's next words were... a lot. isla had done a lot of work to manage her anxiety over the years, but hearing all the work she would have to do was enough to make her stomach churn. she almost laughed at marie-victoire's comment about having ample time. a year and a half to learn three languages, detailed history, a long list of arcane rules, and etiquette seemed like a fairly big ask. even if she did have a group of the best of the best tutors to help her. while she had gotten up to ap french in high school, that only felt like it was solving 1% of the work. she pursed her lips. yes, she had known that marie-victoire was the princess from the start, and she had agreed to everything. that was part of marie-victoire for better or for worse. but isla didn't think she was in the wrong for feeling overwhelmed at the thought of a real future with her, as much as she loved her girlfriend. it was one thing to marry marie-victoire, and another to be marrying the princess of belgium. "it's a lot to think about," isla repeated. "even if i did all of that... i can't help but think i'll feel like an outsider for the rest of my life no matter what." she hadn't been born into this sort of life. "i guess i'd never really thought about how much i'd be giving up." she didn't want to feel like she had to choose between her girlfriend and the rest of her life, nor did she want marie-victoire to feel like she wasn't worthy of sacrifice.

marie-victoire looked at zara and swallowed hard. she had never been kissed, been in love before zara. zara had been her everything, but it had not been what she had expected love to be. she had felt alone, often and not good enough even more. she had felt ridiculed about her own 'ancient' notions of traditions and her shyness. she had chosen to leave, and felt a lot freer since she did... yet as the other woman stood before her, she couldn't deny that she felt it once more. attraction, longing.

"and i need you to understand that we can't work it out together. i can't be near you and not fall into this... sickening need to please you, to be better for you, to change myself for you. as... much as i... i love you, i shan't be moving back in." she stated, her english accent making her words sound very cool and collected. she felt anything but. "if you do, as you say, want me back at some point, you shall have to do better than this... theatrical show of... love? remorse? insight? you haven't actually offered me anything to make me want to come back."

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"Come back to me?"

Zara shifted on the door step, fingers fidgeting with her bag. She should have gone straight home after work but had detoured. She shouldn't have turned up unannounced, she shouldn't have even wanted to see them. They didn't work. They were messy and toxic and just didn't quite work. But, her feet and heart had carried her here anyway.

"I know that we could work it out..I..I just need you to come back."

marcella looked at kennedy and she tried to look less loss than she felt. she ran her fingers through her hair and looked at the familiar, yet completely foreign woman. it was odd to have known her for years, yet aside from her name and her weak points from high school she knew nothing about her. oh, and apparently she was queer. "i didn't... know i wasn't straight, alright?" she asked her, "and the fact that i am now married to you doesn't exactly ease me gently into this new reality." she hissed back and licked her lips. she tried to calm herself down. "i am not... out. i didn't even know i was in. i'm sorry if i am not jumping for joy. this is one hell of a coming-out party for me." she explained and rubbed her forehead, thinking about her family. they wouldn't be amused.

she went to sit down on the couch and took a few deep breaths. "alright..." she told her and looked up at the blonde, "alright, this... this is happening..." she told herself.

marcella was rushing back inside the house before saying anything to kennedy. after a second of deliberation, kennedy decided to follow her into the house, considering it was her own now. she watched as marcella grabbed her phone off the table and made a few quick movements. whatever she was expecting marcella to say, it wasn't '92.3% homosexual'. kennedy couldn't take her eyes off the train wreck that was marcella somehow just finding out she was into girls.

the chance to bite back at her bully during a clear moment of distress was all too tempting... but kennedy stopped herself. she didn't even laugh, despite how ridiculous the situation was. she stood there, blinking in confusion for a moment, arms crossed. "i'm sorry, you're upset because you didn't know you're gay?" kennedy tilted her head, as if to say 'oof'. because oof. it had never occurred to her that she might be matched up with someone who had never thought they were attracted to women. the mere idea was ridiculous, especially given marcella wasn't even just barely attracted to women. how deep in denial did one have to be to ignore over 90% of your attraction? she had never taken marcella for someone with no self-awareness. the woman had always seemed to make it known that she was a raging bitch, and nothing was going to stop her. maybe kennedy's dad had been on to something when he said she only got teased because people 'liked' her. not that it was an excuse. she tried to think of what to say. for most people she might comfort them, since anyone in this situation had to be deep in denial, but she didn't really want to comfort her marcella during her gay panic. yet nothing felt right.

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marcella felt an odd sense of relief when chailai said that the certainly not-hot woman was only a friend. at least that was positive. positive? since when did she care. "always so touchy." she rolled her eyes and looked over at her. "so, what's your type then, anyway?" she wondered an air of disinterest over her which was highly... faked.

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"you understand?" arham asked and huffed, shaking his head. "if you're going through with an arranged marriage than what am i going to do around you?" he asked her, hurt lacing his words. "there is nothing here for me is there? i ain't sleeping with another man's wife. that's not who i am, nor what i want. when were you goin' to tell me? dressed in white, ready to say i do?"

mary just wanted to see what the other had already and was quickly rebuffed. "is that it, or is it your unwillingness to get over yourself?" mary asked and glared at the other woman. they had both been the best of their graduating year, tying exactly which... the other woman didn't seem to appreciate, even all these years later. "look, we have a kidnapping to solve. there is no time for this, detective." she spoke, although she felt the urge to strangle her. truly. she should have gone to vice when she had a chance...

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That morning, Charlie was sure the day would lead to great news and ease. She was sorely mistaken. After getting their assignments, she almost barked out her objection but knew better than to question the Captain's orders. Instead, she started for her desk in an attempt to get started on the case. The quicker it was done, the quicker she didn't have to work with them. Eventually, she felt them approaching, standing beside her for what she assumed was to get a better look at the case notes. "If I have to teach you about personal space, this case is already doomed." Charlie briefly sent them a glare, sitting back in her seat to get a better look.

"so am i." lane spoke and let their cheeks brush together, finding it wonderful to be like this... dancing with another woman, in public, feeling absolutely comfortable and at ease. "is that... all you want to be?" she found herself whispering in the other woman's ear and dammit, that should have been an inside thought... her heart was racing and she was sure this room was getting hotter but it was out there now and all she could do... was wait on the inevitable.

She doesn't say anything for a few seconds. She simply lets Lane's words play in her head, a small smile eventually tugging to her lips before moving her head again, back to its original place: near the side of the female's head. "Well, I'm happy I was your first."

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the question melina posed made her pause for a second. would she? would she be able to humiliate the woman she loved for her father's image, her own? was she that callous and hard. she looked into those eyes she loved and swallowed before she answered: "no... no i think if i was forced out, or asked directly about you... i would not deny it." she finally spoke, and meant it. "i... i love you. i do. i really do;" she spoke a lot softer.

melina shifted on her feet and she was trying to be understanding and even excited when it came to the step that her girlfriend was trying to take. "nothing in writing...." she trailed off for a moment and took in a deep breath, "would you deny it if it got out?" she asked, eyes peering over at the woman, "i mean, would you act like you didn't even know me?" she knew she could trust her friends but that didn't mean she wasn't curious as to what would happen if things did get leaked.

tucker looked at tushar and pondered what he said. he wanted to be happy again, he wanted to get free of all the negativity and criticism he faced day in and day out. yet, he was also an honest man. a really, really good guy and he couldn't imagine sneaking around behind someone's back. "i... this has... this is a lot to take in for me." he spoke, rubbing the back of his neck. "i'm not happy in my relationship, but i am not... i don't want her to use... messing around with someone behind her back, against me. in court or... just with my kid." he explained and swallowed hard.

"maybe... i mean, i..." he smiled at his own stuttering. "you're making me an absolute bumbling idiot." he explained and looked over at his house. "i shouldn't make a big decision based on my attraction... to you." he admitted and swallowed hard. "but maybe an... evaluation of my marriage is in order." he finally spoke.

tushar wasn't trying to be a homewrecker but he wanted to be honest with the other. even so, it hadn't seemed to work out in his favor. despite his honesty, it didn't seem like it was a line that tucker wanted to cross and at the end of the day, tushar didn't really want to push it.

"you have a responsibility for your daughter, not lydia." tushar replied and shifted on his feet, his head shaking. "and that's not at all true. what you want does matter and you should do what makes you happy, whether that's staying with your wife or trying new things. whatever it may be, you deserve to have whatever it is you want and whatever makes that smile of yours appear on your face." he pointed out. if there was one thing tushar enjoyed, it was the way tucker smiled at him. his crush on his neighbor had developed ages ago and he never expected to say anything about it...but here he was.

julia let her wife have a moment to gather herself and didn't react to everything she voiced, as they walked out of the hospital and towards the family car. she was glad the children were in school and nursery, and they had some time to themselves still. "how about we... go home and relax a bit? try to talk things over... or just try to be happy about the babies?" she suggested, a little unsure of how to proceed. weirdly, she wasn't as afraid as sofia. sure, this was huge and she was stressing already about the financial and practical side, but she really did think that they could do this if they prepared well and three kids more? what a privilege and a joy...

normally sofia would say they should go and get lunch to celebrate or that she had to go back to work, but she knew that wasn't on the cards right now. she would have to speak to her parents and everyone else soon about what she was going to do. right now she just felt as though she was in a state of shock.

"I mean they're young, they can share a room." sofia murmured, oh god she couldn't even comprehend moving house right now. they would work it out, some how. the whole thing was giving her a headache. "oh god, oh god." she whispered and tried to pull herself together as they headed out of the hospital, not particularly wanting to bump in to anyone right now because she didn't have it in her to talk.

“Everything I thought was a safety net or ‘sure thing’ in life collapsed all at once. Thank God. It was hell but it was the catalyst for me to grow up and actually learn what adulthood and maturity are. Suddenly, I had to struggle and take what I could get just to make sure my daughter and I had a roof over our heads.” - Bethany Joy Lenz for Bello Mag

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monroe was thrilled to see what effect their ministrations had on their partner, even from the corner of their eye. they kept their eyes trained on the speech and only pulled their hand away when the other woman shifted, making it very clear that she was going to get up. they wiped their wet fingers on the tablecloth and stayed for another full minute, feeling just how hard they were already. it was a little painful in their underwear, but they were used to that feeling by now.

they got up and were very grateful that nothing showed, as they walked towards the luscious bathrooms of the venue and got into one of the two ladies' toilets, where they found their partner wet and ready for them. they locked the door and said: "we don't have long, we need to be back in a few minutes." they spoke, referencing the start of the speech of their mother-in-law.

so, they hiked up their dress and pushed down their underwear, so it rested underneath their balls. one hand grabbed the other woman's hip and the other guided the tip of their length to lucy's entrance. they looked at her through the mirror and then pushed in hard, groaning at the amazing wet and warm feeling. "you're such a good slut for me." they praised as they reached out to grab her hair close to her skull and then held her steady, making her look in the mirror as monroe started to pound into her hard and fast, focussed on their own pleasure and wishing to cum as soon as possible, to get back to the table and continue their little power play game. "you better not cum without permission." they groaned out.

lucy's heart hammered in her chest, the anticipation building with each stroke of monroe's fingers. she couldn't help but roll her hips ever so slightly, trying to increase the friction of their touch. when they whispered in her ear, she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan. she could feel the slickness gathering between her legs, the warmth building in her core as their skilled fingers brought her closer to the edge. "i-" she tried to speak, but the words wouldn't form. so she opted for nodding, solidifying their plans to meet in the bathroom.

glancing over at the clock on the wall, lucy willed for the hands to move faster, counting the seconds until she could excuse herself. her gaze was drawn back to monroe, studying the way they look as they continued to please her. in that moment, all she could think about was how not to come to the pace of their fingers circling her clit. thankfully, she managed to remain collected despite the ten minutes being absolutely agonizing, but when the time came, she excused herself from the table, and made a b-line for the bathroom. her cunt already throbbing, she rested against the ledge of the sink before hiking her dress up and pulling her thong to the side, spreading her legs and dipping her fingers along her slit, desperate to continue where they left off.