if you’re only dreaming (why i hear you screaming?)

by luthorboy

Chapter 3

 

Ava spent the night.

Out of all the scenarios which she thought could happen after cornering Beatrice in that grocery store, spending the night wrapped up in her strong arms with the both of them still fully clothed was absolutely not one of them.

Truth be told, Ava fully expected to be told to fuck off right then and there in the middle of that grocery store. Or worse, outrightly murdered. 

Alas, it’s Beatrice, and Ava should have given her the credits she deserves. 

 

“Will you go on a date with me?”

Doe eyes widen in pure disbelief. Ava’s heart twists like pretzels. “You– you really mean it?”

“Of course I do.” She pouts, nudging at Beatrice's nose with her own. “I know I made mistakes, gosh I was so awful, but if you’d give me another chance, I promise I’ll do my best to make it up to you.”

“You don't have to–”

“I do, Bea. I hurt you and that's something I can never take back. Please.”

A sigh. It's fond in a way that tells Ava can get away with many other things if she pouts more. “Alright. Alright. Whatever you wish.”

Ava grins, teeth clanging against each other.

“Good. Now, to begin my long redemption arc, flip over so I can spoon you to sleep.”

“Oh. Are you– are you sure?”

Brows furrowing, Ava tugs at Beatrice’s sleeve. “Yes! I’ve been wanting to cuddle you for weeks! You’re so teddy-bear material.”

Beatrice’s eyes dart behind Ava, which she now knows to be typical of her conversing with the castle. 

Definitely top 10 weirdest things Ava’s ever said.

“What is it?” She asks, lips curling up in quiet amusement as Beatrice’s kissable lips slowly morph into a pout.

“They’re laughing at me.” She says, pointing indignantly. “I’m about to be spooned to sleep and they’re laughing at me.”

At such an adorable sight, how could Ava resist laughing too?

“Ava,” Seemingly impossibly, Beatrice pouts even harder. “Don’t laugh.”

Ava, still giggling, leans up to kiss that pout off of her. “I’m sorry. You just look so cute.” She can’t feel nor see Beatrice’s cheeks flushing, a biological feat rendered impossible in her new (?) humanoid body, but she can tell something similar is happening with the way Beatrice’s pupils expand. “So? Can I?”

Suddenly, abruptly, all traits of humor are gone from her eyes. Ava can tell despite Beatrice looking away. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. You can… spoon me to sleep.”

It stumps Ava for just a second, before the realization crashes into her harder than a tidal wave. “...no one has hugged you like this in so long huh?”

Beatrice doesn't answer. She just nods, looking so terribly ashamed.

Ava wants to cry. Instead, she smiles wider, vaulting over to encircle her arms around Beatrice’s neck and pulls her down. “That's fine, I get to be the first and that's hell of a win for this gal.”

The girl Ava holds close to her chest doesn’t give a response, merely sniffling, before burrowing her head deeper into Ava’s shoulder.

And that’s how they fell asleep.

 

Ava makes sure to leave a note explaining that she has to leave before Beatrice awoke, making sure to convey that she will be meeting Beatrice later tonight for their date as well as give out the details which she wants Beatrice to later conform to.

First thing on that list was to sleep in for as long as she could. She even made sure to tell the castle to keep Beatrice in bed should she want to leave.

Sure, she had felt a little stupid when she first uttered the sentence “Hey house?”, but the slight rumble beneath her feet assured her that all of this had in fact been stone cold reality and not at all a fever dream. 

In all fairness, she would also submit herself to the asylum had she had dreams this elaborated.

Anywhos, that’s the story of how Ava finds herself in the castle’s kitchen, kindly directed by the castle shaking certain pieces of furniture to indicate the directions she needs to take. Ava does find it quite amusing how close the distance between Beatrice’s bedroom and the kitchen, but she will keep that observation to herself lest she accidentally offends the big bad boss in the presence of her staff.

Ava’s seen several sharp-looking axes hanging on the walls and trebuchets chilling in the hallway corners. She would like to keep her head attached to her neck, thank you very much.

“Okay let’s see. White breads, eggs, some garlics just hanging out in the fridge for some reason. Milk. Chinese leftovers. Several tubs of margarine– wow someone sure likes their butter. Frozen bacon, frozen ground beef, frozen shrimps. Uncooked linguine, rigatoni.” Ava hums loudly, in deep thoughts. “Maybe I can make milk and cheese rigatoni with well-done bacon as a topping.”

“Master prefers medium-fried bacon, actually.”

Shit, is Ava’s first thought.

That’s not Jamie, is Ava’s second.

Double shit, is possibly Ava’s last.

“Heyyyy Mikey? How are you doing?”

Graciously, way kinder than Ava’s ever deserved after all the things she did, Beatrice has given her a small crash course of all her staff.

Ava’s eyes were glistening with wonder as Beatrice woven tales after tales of how her staff came to serve her, each sounding more adventurous and, admittedly, ridiculous than the last. 

Her favorite is Jamie’s story, of course, Beatrice’s silver-eyed speedster and loyal handservant who would, without a shred of doubt, die for Beatrice and would come back to life over and over just so he could do it more than once.

The very definition of ride or die.

Jamie’s girlfriend is a whole different can of worms altogether.

Mikey, who Jamie timidly introduced to Beatrice only after 2 dates and was brought into the castle after her whole apartment complex burned down at the jealous hands of a jilted ex, is simultaneously Jamie’s twin flame and his oasis. If that makes sense.

Sporting wavy jet black hair and natural plump lips that would make even the highest critically acclaimed model in the world roll over in jealousy, Mikey stands there in front of Ava, arms crossed and eyebrows quirked.

Admittedly, Ava feels a little like she just got caught with her hand stuck in the cookie jar.

“What do you think you’re doing in my kitchen?” Mikey asks, her low timbre giving Ava shivers. 

Jesus, why is this girl so goddamn scary. “I’m… making breakfast?”

Perfectly drawn eyebrows quirk up even higher. “Breakfast?” 

It’s only years of studying under Jillian’s wing, preparing to be a ruthless and cunning businesswoman, that Ava is able to detect a small glint of approval flashing through piercing brown eyes.

So of course, Ava makes a grab onto that thing faster than anyone can blink. 

“Yes!” She nods, forcing her mouth to transform into the most innocent and genuine smile she can conjure. “I have to go to my shelter soon. I left a note and told Bea I was going to make her breakfast, you know, kind of a sweet surprise before I take her out on tonight’s date?”

Pull yourself together. You’re Jillian Salvius’ daughter for fuck’s sake. Keep your chin up. 

At the risk of offending the girl who might have, very likely, definitely, set her ex’s car on fire with him still inside, Ava would rather be smart about this, thank you, inner voice.

“Oh?” Mikey says, taking one step forward. Ava would take a step back had she not been sandwiched in between the two refrigerator doors. “You asked her out on a date?”

“Yep.” Ava nods. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise just yet, in case she asks you about it, so I hope you understand.” She finishes the request with a toothy smile, the one that Jillian had said could talk the most conservative of white males to put down his gun on multiple occasions. 

Mikey probably does have a gun on her, let’s be real. 

Surprisingly enough, Mikey visibly softens. 

Even going as far as undoing the crossed arms over chest and tucking them into the pockets of her trousers, a gesture Ava easily recognizes to be mirroring Jamie’s usual stance.

What was that about being loved means being changed?

“Good.” That is all Mikey says, before abruptly dashing over and essentially trapping Ava between her body and the fridge. 

“And I swear to God, Ava Silva, if you hurt my Master one more time, I will hurt you. I will hurt you so deeply you will wish you were dead, because an eternal slumber would be entirely merciful compared to what I will put you through. I will skewer your head with a toothpick, I will boil every blood in your body to the point of evaporation, I will hang you over the koi pond and let them feed on your mangled corpse till they feel sick at the taste of you. I will–”

“You are so fucking hot when you threaten people.”

In walks Jamie, who has silver eyes and jet black floppy hair and the ability to tear up the fabric of space and time if he moves fast enough, with his hands tucked in his pockets and a gait relaxing and slow. 

An inappropriate and yet so incredibly appropriate response to Ava literally receiving a death threat in real time.

Like magic, Mikey transforms from menacing assassin to teenaged girl in love, smiling with her dimples as she dashes over to Jamie’s side and, much to Ava’s discomfort, presses her lips against his in a fierce kiss.

The two start feverishly making out despite knowing full well Ava is still there, Ava whose face is slowly darkening to a shade of red never before discovered by mankind, as hands start to roam and tongues start sticking out and butts are being pinched– “Okay that’s enough! Please, have mercy!”

Ava busies herself with getting out of the fridge trap, hoping to honest God the two are separated by the time she turns back around. 

Luckily, the universe still loves Ava. Albeit, Mikey is looking like she is this close to putting Ava’s head in a panini press, but silver linings and all that.

“Hi. Sorry. Didn’t want to disturb you guys but amongst the many kinks I have, voyeurism is actually not one of them.” 

Though maybe– shut up, brain. Not the time. 

Sighing like it physically pains him, Jamie presses one surprisingly gentle kiss on Mikey’s hair. Again, like magic, the murderous girl deflates like a balloon. 

Which one of them is the superpowered being who can destroy the whole world as they know it again?

“That was crude, my bad.” Jamie says, reluctantly letting his girlfriend go. Mikey stubbornly holds onto one of his arms, however, though it doesn’t look like Jamie minds it all that much. “What are you doing here, Ava?”

“Well, like I just told Mikey, I wanted to make a surprise breakfast for Bea.” Ava says, taking out a container of pre-made rigatoni from the fridge and an unopened pack of bacon from the freezer. “I have to go to work, so I need to make this quick. If you guys can help me, I’d greatly appreciate it. If not, skedaddle. You may be intimidating as fuck but I left Bea a note with a promise of breakfast when she wakes and I, for once, am sick of disappointing her, so I’m doing this whether you like it or not.”

Rigatoni, bacon, eggs, cheese, meringue, garlic, onion, some breakfast sausages. 

Ava is too busy making sure she has everything she needs that she barely pays attention to her surroundings. As a result, she also fails to predict the sight that eventually greets her when she turns back.

Mouth dropping in shock, Ava can only gawk at the sight of pots and pans fully loaded onto the stove, with Mikey in her clearly beloved apron already boiling water and drizzling olive oil into a sizzling pan.

“I will take all of that, thank you.” Jamie suddenly speaks in her ears, and suddenly Ava finds herself robbed of all her trophies. “Come on. Master Bea’s breakfast won’t cook itself.”

Far from her to look a horse gift in the mouth.

After that, the joint effort makes everything easy. 

Ava grew up with a Brazilian mom, and was raised by a Spanish genius, and so it was a no-brainer for her to determine that, in another life, Mikey would have been running a 5-star restaurant. 

Every movement is precise and straightforward, eagle eyes keeping track of everything, and Ava means literally everything, to the point where the margin of error is barely 0.25%. 

By her side, Jamie works like her shadow, at Mikey’s beck and call for even the littlest thing. 

All of that, without either of them ever exchanging a single word. Ava would find it adorable had she been clueless to the fact that they can decapitate her with a single finger curl. 

Eventually, the food is set up and ready. 

Ava, whose contributions were quite astronomical to the whole process thank you very much, can only smile in pure pride. 

A hand suddenly comes up to squeeze her shoulder. “Not bad, Silva.” 

Putting all differences aside, mainly the one where Mikey was just threatening to shish kebab her with a toothpick, Ava smiles brightly. 

“Thanks. You too, Mikey. Would it offend you terribly if I propose to always slip your business card in whenever I’m at functions?”

“Rich people money and more hunting opportunities? Sign me up.”

In due time, Ava will know what exactly that entails. For now, she’s happy to live in ignorant bliss for a little longer.

Washing his hands with a scrub, Jamie comes up to Ava’s other side. 

“Now that you’re done, want a ride home? I’m assuming at some point you told your brother to drive home by himself last night.”

As hard as she tries, Ava can’t help but feel peeved at the invasion of privacy. 

It escapes her in a hissing remark, “Did the house tell you that too?” which then leads to her getting scared for her dear life when the cheese grater almost falls on her foot.

Even without the ability to understand, that clearly sounds like a “Fuck you”

“Calm down, house. She’s just not used to all this yet.” Jamie rolls his eyes, swiftly dodging the knife almost nicking at his ear. “Fair enough. Ava, apologize. I’m going to go grab my jacket and get the car ready.”

“I– Jamie, wait!” And there he goes. Fuck him. “Okay. Fine. House, I’m sorry.”

Mikey, who is leaning against the kitchen countertop, watches her with dripping amusement. 

“Not good enough. I suggest sounding more genuine.”

Offended at the implication, Ava shoves a middle finger in Mikey’s face. Uncharacteristically, and rather abruptly too, Mikey’s whole face softens.

“I get it, trust me. House wasn’t always so forgiving with me when I first arrived either.” Mikey says, gentle and comforting. Ava might be experiencing several whiplashes at once. “Like I said, be genuine. House is a better good-vibes radar than anything you can find on the market right now.”

The ladles clang loudly. Ava translates, “What she said.”

Ava sighs. “Fine.” 

She turns back to the wall, head held up high. 

“House, I am sorry for what I said. It was mean, and you didn’t deserve such a backhanded comment when you were only looking out for Bea. I appreciate that more than you know. Bea deserves the world, but the least and best I can give her is myself. Please give me another chance to repent for my mistakes.”

A bout of uncomfortable silence later, the ladles clang against each other, but more softly this time. 

Excited, Ava turns back to Mikey, who gives her a big thumbs up. 

“9/10. The castle approves and so do I.”

“Yay!” Mid-jump, Ava’s watch beeps obnoxiously. “Shit, I gotta get to work. Is Jamie–”

The entrance doors to the kitchen suddenly burst open, almost sending Ava careening into Mikey’s cackling embrace. 

“Geez, Silva, trigger happy much?”

Grumbling, and definitely blushing, Ava pushes the girl away and storms out. 

“Fuck you!”

“See you later!” Before Ava can turn right, Mikey shouts once more. “Turn left, you buffoon. Follow the trail of giggling paintings.”

Incredulous, Ava swivels back around, “Giggling what now– oh.” Wow, these paintings are really giggling. She’s not wearing anything inside out, is she? “Guess this is what my life’s come to. Ugh.”

“Stop shit talking and go. Don’t keep my Jamie waiting.”

“Yes, mother!”

 

—

 

Not to say that Ava stereotypes people based on their sexuality, but Jamie driving a Subaru is about as much of a surprise to her as it is to hear a CW show has once again been accused of queerbaiting.

She’ll probably never forgive the things they did to Supergirl as long as she lives. Personally, the potential of a canon Supercorp is always a noble hill to die on.

“So,” Ava starts, feeling a little claustrophobic. 

Jamie hasn’t spoken a word since she first sat her butt down in the car, and while she hasn’t known the boy for long, this seems a little out of character for him. 

Thus, the responsibility of breaking the ice, per se, falls onto Ava’s lap. 

“I met Mikey for the first time today.”

Ava figured that would be a safe topic to start with, and low and behold, at just the mere mention of his girlfriend, Jamie’s silver eyes visibly soften. They almost look white. 

Internally, Ava starts cooing. 

“She’s interesting.”

Jamie chuckles. “That’s the best word you can come up with?” Ava starts, but then bulldozed over. “Mikey is everything, and that’s an unbiased fact.”

“Okay, lover boy. Don’t get all mushy on me now.” Ava teases. “Did you know she threatened to kill me?”

“And she looked hot doing it.” Jamie pauses to double check the road before he steers the car onto the highway. “How much did my Master tell you about how we met?”

“Not much, admittedly. She was very brief about Mikey very likely, possibly, setting a car on fire with her crazy ex inside. I assumed it was out of blissful ignorance.”

“Nah. Master Bea just isn’t one for gossip, which is a shame because I know she’s still hoarding some of the more fascinating stories from her previous adventures.”

Jamie pauses, again, to wave at a husky panting from the sidewalk. Ava does too, giggling when the husky starts tugging on its poor owner’s leash. 

“A very long story short, we met at the local grocery store. I was minding my own business when suddenly, some man I don’t know walked over to me with a very menacing look on his face. He saw my trans and lesbian pins on my backpack, and he had several things to say about them.”

“I hope you shoved those words back up his ass, if this is going where I think it’s going.” Ava quirks an eyebrow.

“God, I wish, but no. I was young then, only been under Master’s wing for about a month or two. I had my powers, but I didn’t know how to use them without accidentally turning myself into a particle accelerator and vibrating people out of existence.” You can just casually do that? “Anyways, while I was fumbling my words and trying my best not to cry, Mikey suddenly appeared out of nowhere and pretended to be my girlfriend to scare him off.”

“Aw, that’s actually very sweet.” Ava coos, outwardly this time. 

Interestingly, she thinks, Jamie’s cheeks are still capable of blushing a cute pink. 

“It was, yes. I was a baby gay back then, so I was majorly flustered to have a literal goddess hanging on my arm like that. 

(“I’m allowed to say that and mean it literally. I work for a god.” 

“I never said otherwise, Jamie.”) 

The dude started to get even meaner about me, saying shit like I was way too ugly to be dating someone as gorgeous as her. I’ll be honest with you, I still don’t think that’s false, but Mikey was absolutely livid. She gave him a verbal beating I think would have reversed the course of several world wars, before pulling me out of the cafe.”

Ava’s heart gives the slightest twinge at the easy deprecation remark. She thinks it’s not her place to comment on it, however. Maybe once they’ve grown a little bit closer. Ava’s determined to make that happen sooner or later.

“What happens next?” She asks, 100% invested now.

Curiously, the flush on Jamie’s cheeks erupts in colors. Ava grins to herself, this is going to be good. 

“She asked me if I drove here. I said I walked, and then she dragged me over to her car. I thought we were just going to talk and exchange pleasantries. I was going to thank her for saving me, I was rehearsing in my head too, but then she let me press her against her car and well, you’d excuse me if my brain got a little fried and couldn't do much else but gawk.”

Ava outrightly giggles, entertained and enthralled. Jamie, who is still blushing by the way, merely chuckles before continuing.

“She said she thought I was cute, and that she wanted to makeout with me. Me, the idiot, thought she was doing this to get rid of the douchebag. So I asked her, verbatim, if he was still watching. She didn’t even look, not for a single second, before she nodded, wearing this wicked smile that turned my knees into jelly.”

“Good God, Jamie. This is a burn even slower than my longest Catradora fic up-to-date.” 

“Fuck you.” Jamie shoves at her shoulder, but gently. “I was doing the best I could. Again, I was just a baby gay talking to a pretty girl.”

“Fine. Fine.” Ava rolls her eyes, jokingly rubbing at her injured shoulder. “Please tell me you didn’t leave her hanging. Also, did any of you even ask for each other’s name?”

“Well…” Jamie visibly fumbles, piquing Ava’s interest even more. “I did kiss her. We then moved into her car for more kissing. She only asked me for my name when I was two fingers deep in her on the passenger’s seat, so she would, I quote, know what name to moan out loud.” 

Ava blatantly shrieks. “Holy shit, dude! You got game!”

“I totally got game.” Evidently, her excitement is infectious, making Jamie burst into giggles. “Anyways, that’s how we met. For our first date, she took me to the arcade. For our second, I came over and helped look over her computer setup.”

“Is that a code for–” 

“Well, no. Though we did have sex on her desk too.”

“You dog.” Ava cackles, mentally taking notes. Sue her, she’s horny too. “You introduced Mikey to Bea after 2 dates, yeah?”

Jamie nods. 

“Sounds about right. She wanted to come hangout and see my own gaming setup, an unintentional innuendo I promise you, so I asked Master Bea for permission. She was cautious, of course, but ultimately she agreed. We had dinner together and Mikey charmed Master’s pants off.”

“Not literally, I hope.” Ava grimaces, the idea of competing with someone like Mikey terrifies her to the bone.

“Of course not, Mikey had eyes for me and me only.” Jamie says, casually, easily. Ava really admires that, how confident he is in his relationship and in Mikey’s affection for him. Ava wants that for herself too. “I’m assuming you know the rest of the story?”

“Yep. You guys date. Mikey’s ex burned her house down. She burned him alive in his car. You and Bea took her in. You live happily ever after.”

Jamie laughs loudly, steering the wheel into making a right turn at a familiar T-shaped intersection. Only now does Ava notice they’re only a couple houses away from her apartment complex.

“You can say that again.” Jamie sputters into a lighthearted chuckle, making Ava’s heart grows warm. “Ava, I know it’s not a pleasant feeling having your intentions be perceived as manipulative and malicious, but I need to ask–”

“Whether I am serious about making up with Bea and the rest of you?” Jamie nods, careful to steal glances at Ava’s solemn face while paying attention to the roads ahead. “I am, Jamie, and I know I already said this to Bea, but I really am sorry. When you instructed me where to go to find Bea that night, I knew that was you giving me a second chance, and I messed that up.”

“You did. Master Bea didn’t tell me a thing, but she was mad at me for a whole week straight.”

Ava winces. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention at all.”

“It’s okay. I redeemed myself eventually.” Jamie shoots her a gentle smile as the car slowly comes to a stop. “If you’re so apologetic, how about telling me what you had in store for tonight’s date?”

She really doesn’t want to destroy the hopeful look on his face, but alas, “You and Mikey need to do better in extracting information. I’m not telling you shit.”

“Damn it, and I almost thought that’d work.” Jamie groans dramatically, banging his head against the steering wheel. 

Before he can attract everyone in the condo as well as the cops’ attention, Ava hurries to put a hand in between Jamie’s head and the horn button. 

“You’ll know soon enough, now please stop mutilating yourself for the cause. Blood is hard to wash off of leather.”

“The fact that you know that proves you are absolutely perfect for our family.” Jamie perks up, grinning like a maniac. Despite the morbid answer, Ava can’t help but feel her heart flutter at being included. “Fine. Don’t tell me. I’m probably better off not knowing about what you do in the bedroom and anywhere else. That one time in the hall was enough.”

“It was an honor for you to see my tits, don’t even lie.” Ava scoffs, shoving her hand in his face.

Jamie squawks. “Your tits, maybe. What I didn’t want to ever see is Master Bea’s grinding filthy on a girl. She’s like a big sister to me.”

Ava laughs, opening the car door as Jamie dramatically wipes Ava’s hand germs off his face. “I’ll tell Bea you said that, lover boy. See you later.”

“Bye! And if you're going to fuck in the jacuzzi, make sure to turn on the steam machine so none of the neighbors– that's us– see you!”

Ava swears, if she gets sued with public indecency from the condo manager after this, she will wrung Jamie’s head on a hanger and bleed him dry.

Huh. What do you know. She truly does already sound like a member of the family. 

 

—

 

“I know your main purpose is to get railed seventeen ways to sundays, but this outfit is absolutely not appropriate for a place that is going to be ransacked with children and Karens.”

Moaning in defeat, Ava drops the booty short shorts and corset poorly disguised as a crop top combo to the ground. 

“I’m running out of ideas, Cami!” She flops pathetically down her bed, muffling her screams of despair with a pillow. “I just want to look perfect for Bea. Why is that so hard…”

“Please, Ava. That girl couldn’t take her eyes off of you the entire meal.” Camila says, with a good amount of indignance in her voice. “You can show up in a garbage bag and she would still want her mouth on your pussy in the next 5 minutes.”

Very appealing image aside, Ava is suddenly reminded that Camila’s memories were wiped clean, and that she has zero recollection of the girl Ava is getting ready to go on a date with is also the same girl who murdered 2 people in cold blood right in front of her. 

Oh well. Need to know basis.

“Please don’t tell me you’re fantasizing about that right now with me still on the call.”

Oops? 

“Sorry. I have no excuse, though. She’s just so…” Ava cuts herself off to let out a sigh so dreamy even the creator of the romcom genre himself would have cringe at. “I don’t want to mess this up, Camila.”

“Yes, yes. I’ve heard enough about this dreamboat’s amber eyes and her veiny hands.”

“I want to have those hands. I also want them inside me.”

“Now that’s gender, bitch.” Ava nods wisely. “We’re going off topic. Like I said, pick something else for the carnival, preferably something that will hold your tits up with actual fabrics and not flimsy strings. One nip slip and you’ll be banned for life.”

“Not to mention being put on a list.” Ava cringes, pulling herself back up. She walks over to her wardrobe, her lungs now letting out a tired sigh. “Jesus, Camila, remind me to never buy this much clothes ever again.”

“I would, but I would be lying and subjecting us both to unnecessary torture.” Touche. “May I make a suggestion?”

“Please, I’m dying over here.” Ava’s head arches back, slumping over a particularly large cardigan with a feather collar. I’m throwing that out the next chance I get. 

“Grab your favorite tank-top, the black one that hugs your chest, yes, and pair it with the beige pants your mom gifted you for your birthday last year. They compliment your ass so well, I’d be jealous if we weren’t besties.”

“This implies you’re not jealous, which, how rude.” Ava jokingly accuses, hopping on her tip-toes to find the aforementioned crop-top and pants. “Should I layer anything over it?”

“Duh. You can’t just show all of your assets out in the open from the get-go. You have to tease. Wear the cream cardigan you bought last week.”

“And my trusty Converses could be the finishing touch. Camila, you are an absolute genius!”

“Tell that to the board of directors, maybe then they’ll listen to my idea.” Camila doesn’t need to verbalize her frustration, Ava can pick up on several slews of Spanish curse words just awaiting to be unleashed. 

“We’ll handle that tomorrow, I promise. I just need to give the most beautiful girl in the world the best date tonight and after that, I’ll be ready to do anything.”

Camila laughs, which is exactly what Ava was going for. “Sounds good. Do you need a ride, by the way?”

“Nope, Beatrice is picking me up. She is such a gentleman.”

“We get it, gentleman on the streets and monster in the sheets. Gosh, with the way you keep repeating it, people would think you’re a monster fucker.”

I mean, well, technically Bea isn’t human… “Uh huh…”

“You’re imagining stuff again, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s my cue then. Text me if you need anything, and tell me the details when you’re back.”

“Sure will. Thank you again, Cami. I’ll see you first thing tomorrow morning, bright and early. We’re going to kick some prehistoric male ass.”

“You bet. Bye bestie.”

“Bye!”

Call disconnected, Ava tosses her phone down her bed. There she stands, in front of her closet, getting ready for what she hopes will be her last first date ever, Ava takes a deep breath.

Everything is going to change tonight. She’ll make sure it does. 

 

—

 

There’s a knock on her door the minute the clock strikes 5. 

Ava is just about to tighten her shoe laces when Beatrice’s handsome face pops up on the monitor panel. 

“Hello?” She timidly calls into the intercom, and it makes Ava wonder whether Beatrice had ever seen these sort of security contraptions after so many years of closing herself away in her 17th century castle. “Is this Ava Silva’s apartment?”

That answers her question. “Yeah, Bea! Give me a minute and I’ll buzz you in!”

“Okay.” Ava waits patiently. “Ava, I don’t know what that means.”

She keeps her laugh to herself, not wanting to make Beatrice feel self-conscious. Hurriedly, Ava finishes tying up her shoe laces and vaults over to the control panel. 

“It means I’m granting you access to the apartment building.” She presses the small button in the center, emitting a small vibrating sound. “There you go. Now you just open the door and walk up to my floor.”

“Oh. I see.” Beatrice nods a couple times to herself, as if willing all the new information into her brain. “You mentioned you live on the 42nd floor, right?”

“Yep. I’m just grabbing my jacket now so hopefully I'll have turned off all my lights and grab my keys by the time you get here.”

“Oh.”

Why did that sound like it’s coming from right outside her door and not through the intercom on the ground floor?

“I apologize, Ava. I didn’t think you weren’t ready.” Oh my God she just sped up here like fucking Quicksilver. “Would you like for me to go back down?”

Chuckling, wondering what has her life come to, Ava walks over to the door, jacket and wallet be damned. 

Her endeared smile only grows wider when she opens the door and reveals an adorably sheepish Beatrice, looking so incredibly handsome and dashing in her casual outfit of black ripped jeans and a white button-up shirt layering over a black turtleneck, all of which layered over by a gray long jacket.

“Hi, Bea.” Ava greets, her heart fluttering at the way Beatrice’s eyes almost light up the minute they see her. “You can come in, if you want. Though I wouldn’t mind watching you walk away either.”

It takes a while for the innuendo to register, Beatrice clearly too preoccupied with taking Ava in to actually hear anything she is saying. When it finally does, Beatrice’s cheeks bloom the cutest shade of red. 

“Oh. I mean…” She fumbles, awkwardly pointing over her shoulder. “I could go?”

Ava’s grin grows freely, reaching over to grab at Beatrice’s shirt and pulls her in for a long-awaited kiss. 

Beatrice returns her kiss easily, strong hands reaching up to caress Ava’s cheeks as she tilts her head for a better angle. In a move so inexplicably hot it is already making Ava wet in places she shouldn’t be (yet), Beatrice moves to press Ava against her own door, one arm slithering down to hold her waist and the other barricading the side of Ava’s head.

Jesus. Christ. I’m about to explode. 

“Bea,” Ava pants, breaking away from the kiss to breathe. Beatrice graciously lets her, amber eyes following her surely-swollen lips like a moth to its flame. “Not that I’m complaining, but I really want to take you out on this date before we stumble into my bed and never leave again.”

Ava’s head, previously the size of a normal human head, grows twice its size at the way Beatrice’s jaw drops in shock. To make matters even better, amber eyes drop from her lips to her still heaving chest, and well, Ava’s never claimed herself to be nothing less than desperate for attention. 

“Beatrice,” Ava calls, purely just to see Beatrice deliberately looking away as if she hasn’t been wanting to dive head first into Ava’s tits two seconds ago. “Are you okay? Do you still want to go on this date with me?”

“Yes. Yes, of course.” She says, regrettably leaning back out of Ava’s personal space.

Ava doesn’t let her stray too far away, reaching over to intertwine their hands together. 

“Give me just 2 minutes to grab my wallet and my jacket, okay? Then, we’re gonna go on our first date and I’m going to spoil you rotten.”

Beatrice’s smile is shy, but clearly pleased. Ava isn’t doing too bad of a job then. 

“Alright, Ava. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

You have no idea how much that means to me. “Thanks, Bea. Be right back.”

Placing one more kiss to Beatrice’s cheek, because Ava can’t resist her when she’s smiling like Ava is capable of giving her the world, Ava heads off to find her wretched wallet and cardigan. 

Ava makes it back with time to spare, having only detoured for half a minute to fix her already disheveled hair in the bathroom, before sprinting back to the living room. 

As promised, Beatrice is patiently waiting for her, hands tucked in her pockets as she looks around. It appears that her interest now lies in the rows of pictures of family and friends that Ava hung upon her fireplace. 

There’s no melancholy in her eyes, as far as Ava can tell, but her heart breaks for Beatrice all the same. 

Ava is still debating the merits of Beatrice not telling her exactly what her parents did to her throughout that time period. 

On one hand, Ava is curious, spurred on by her desire to know everything about Beatrice as a person. On the other, Ava is so furious and angry on Beatrice’s behalf. As repulsed as she was about the concept of murder, Ava can’t help but think she would want to enact so much worse on the heads of Beatrice’s parents for doing something so cruel to someone so wonderful. 

Knowing the exact extent of what they did to their little girl could very well drive Ava into a rage so molten no one will be able to stop her from turning this planet into a bloodbath, not even the semi-invincible figure standing in her living room nor her almost equally powerful loyal handservant. 

Shaking her head to dispel vengeful thoughts, she can always stew over them later when there isn’t a gorgeous gorgeous girl waiting for her, Ava clears her throat to grab Beatrice’s attention. 

Immediately, like she’s been eagerly waiting, Beatrice turns her head, a small grin sewed onto her lips. “Oh hey, you’re back.”

“I am.” Ava returns her smile, casually draping herself all over Beatrice’s arm once she’s close enough. “See anything you like?”

“It’s rather hard to pick.” Beatrice answers cheekily, pointing at a certain frame. “This one is taking the cake though. What a cute little Picasso you made with your stained overalls and rainbow hair.”

Ava laughs, remembering the day the picture was taken like it was yesterday. “You joke now, but I actually work a side gig as a freelance painter.”

Beatrice’s eyes widen with clear amazement. “Really?” Ava nods, preening. “Would you feel up to showing me one of your paintings sometime? That is, if you’re comfortable sharing.”

“Of course, Bea. I told you, I want to share everything with you from now on.”

“Thank you.” It means a lot to me that you would share with me the same way I did for you, which goes unsaid, but Ava hears it loud and clear. “Still, don’t feel obligated to share things you’re uncomfortable with, okay? Just because I dumped my entire tragic backstory in your lap doesn’t mean I’m owed back the same from you.”

Her heart melting at the display of selfless care, Ava leans down to kiss Beatrice’s shoulder. “I know, Bea. I don’t feel obligated at all to do this. I just really like you and I want to treat you right.”

“I really like you too.” Beatrice says, a little more shyly. “I’ve been so excited for this, you have no idea.”

Ava grins. “Did you like my surprise this morning?”

“I did.” Beatrice nods, eyes twinkling. “Jamie and Mikey recorded it all, I think. Apparently I looked like a goof walking into the kitchen with my jaw on the floor.”

“You know I’m totally going to ask Jamie for a copy of that, right?” 

Even the eye roll she gives Ava is undeniably fond. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.” She turns her head towards the door, beckoning. “Shall we leave for our date? I’m not sure if you made reservations.”

“Oh no, we’re not going to any restaurants.” Ava says, tugging Beatrice out.

Ava can feel the confusion pouring out of her date in waves, something she can only confirm once all her lights are off and her door is locked. 

“Get ready, Bea,” Ava says, purposely building up the tension even as she leads Beatrice to the elevator. She momentarily wonders if Beatrice manipulated the elevator to go 10 times faster or did she really climb the 42 flights of stairs without breaking a sweat? Either way, it’s hot as fuck. “Because I’m taking you to the carnival.”

Judging by the way Beatrice’s eyes actually light up, Ava thinks she’s doing a pretty good job. 

All that’s left is to give Beatrice a date to remember. She totally got this.

 

—

 

All things considered, Ava isn’t doing too badly, or so she likes to think at least.

That twinkle of amazement hasn’t gone from Beatrice’s eyes since the moment they set foot past the ticket booth and straight into the carnival grounds. Hand still holding hers, Ava lets herself be tugged everywhere that catches Beatrice’s attention, not unlike a child who’s seeing all of this for the very first time.

Ava has asked, of course. “Have you ever been to a carnival before, Bea?” Even though in her heart, she already knows the answer.

Beatrice shakes her head, not a trace of sadness visible on her face. “My parents never took me.” Still, Ava’s heart both sinks and erupts in flame. Gosh, she hates those two monsters with everything in her. “Jamie and Mikey asked to take me once, but they are the last people I wanted to third-wheel.”

Ava cringes at the memory of this early morning in the kitchen. “...yeah I can imagine why you would think that.”

Beatrice tilts her head, evidently curious. “Hmm?”

“Nothing. Nothing.” Ava waves her hand dismissively, tugging at Beatrice’s hand. “Shall we go in deeper? I’ve been to this carnival every year since it opened, I can be your guide.”

With a smile, Beatrice accepts the request. “That sounds perfect, Ava. I can’t wait to have fun with you.”

Ava takes that as a personal challenge, and so she does her best to give Beatrice the best carnival experience a human can get.

Well, not human-human, but… okay, she really needs to get a grip on this particular part. Ava will not accept hurting Beatrice’s feelings, accidental or not, with Freudian slips or whatever stupid thing that comes out of her mouth. 

The worry stays in the back of her mind, however, Ava determined to have fun and make sure her date is also having a great time. 

They start off lightly, with Ava taking Beatrice to Swish Swish, a basketball game Ava remembers constantly losing to throughout the years. 

Beatrice, while built like a god, turns out to have insanely horrible accuracy when not using her telekinetic powers. 

While Ava has managed to put 3 balls through the loop, Beatrice has scored exactly zero, leading her to hide her face in her hands in pure embarrassment. Laughter sputters in Ava’s chest as she tries to remove Beatrice’s hands, stopping them from hiding the handsome face Ava likes so much.

They move onto Knock ‘Em Down next, where the simple objective calls for both accuracy and power as you try to knock down a pyramid of glass bottles. Valiantly, or so Ava likes to think, she lets Beatrice go first. 

She does a considerably better job at this game than the last, her muscular arms coming in handy as she almost pummels the tennis ball through the pyramid of bottles and the wall behind it. 

Ava fails in holding back her giggles while Beatrice does her best to placate the enraged stall owner. In the end, things are easily resolved when Beatrice promises to write a cheque that more than covers the cost. Ava can tell the owner wants to swindle her out of more money than necessary, so she quickly creates a distraction in the form of tossing a rock at the sign above their head before grabbing Beatrice’s hand and making a run for it.

For the next stop, Ava and Beatrice decide to give Hydra Head Hitters a try. Ava wants to tease Beatrice about being gentle on the mole lest history repeats itself, but finds her throat drying up at the sight of Beatrice rolling up the sleeves of her shirt, revealing muscular forearms that Ava, excuse her French, wants to lick.

The fluttering of dragon wings in Ava’s stomach, which was already put there by the same girl might she add, only intensifies further at the utterly appealing visual of Beatrice joyfully wacking her hammer down on unsuspecting moles, each hit widening her smile unlike anything Ava’s ever seen before.

Ava forewent playing when Beatrice asked. She much preferred watching.

They make a loop around the whole carnival, trying anything that catches their interest, before both agreeing to give one more game a try before they put some food in their stomach. 

The game they choose is called Muscle Up, where the owner snickers mockingly before he even sees them pick up the hammer. 

Ava, fueled up with righteous feminist annoyance, gives her best shot, only to seethe in defeat when the puck barely reaches the halfway point before plummeting back down. Ava’s about this close to channeling her inner Jamie, or god forbid her inner Mikey, and pummel this guy for laughing at her when she feels a strong arm curling around her waist.

The smallest of shivers escapes her lips, almost a moan, as the callusedness of Beatrice’s hand grazes at her naked skin beneath her crop-top. Ava can tell Beatrice is aware too, judging by the insufferable (and hot, so incredibly hot) smirk painted on her face and the amused twinkle in her eyes that shines brighter than the Bat Beacon. 

“Wanna give it a try, sweetheart?” The owner interrupts their moment with his slimy grin, clearly too interested in the way Beatrice and Ava look at each other. 

While she is bisexual, Ava really cannot blame Beatrice for the way her face immediately falls into an expression that conveys nothing but pure disgust and contempt for the male specie. 

“Bring it on.” She says, taking off her long jacket and gently handing it over for Ava to hold for her.

Ava gladly does so, with the same amount of pleasure she takes in watching Beatrice’s firm ass walk away in those tight jeans and those coiling forearms flexing as Beatrice gets ready to slam that hammer down.

Gosh she can’t wait for Beatrice to slam her down too.

Preferably on a bed. Ava can adapt if it’s anywhere else too.

As the hammer is raised high, Beatrice turns her head just the slightest in Ava’s direction.

To Ava’s utter devastation, and extreme horniness, Beatrice winks.

Her lips, Ava’s eyes glued to them like a starving man seeing a hot meal for the first time in years, begin to form words. Words that are clearly meant for Ava and Ava only.

“This one is for you.” She says, before smacking the hammer down with full force.

Ava, the owner, as well as everyone around them, all watch in utter shock and amazement as the puck not only reaches the highest level and rings the bell sitting daintily up top, but proceeds to dislodge it completely from its hold and launching it a good 10 feet into the sky.

In the backdrop of Beatrice’s panty-droppping smirk and everyone’s uproaring applause, the owner is watching the bell rise steadily before plummeting to its feet, both the owner and the bell looking as pathetic as one another.

“What the fuck…” He gasps, looking at Beatrice like he’s 12 years old and just discovered Wonder Woman for the very first time.

Beatrice doesn’t even bat an eyelash at him, casually strolling over to the prize stall. Without even needing to tip-toe, she reaches for the dragon stuffie that Ava’s mentioned she really likes.

Before returning to Ava’s side, who is practically vibrating on the spot, Beatrice turns to the owner for one last time. 

“And don’t mock women, sweetheart.”

When Ava finally comes back from her very vivid images of her being in that hammer’s place, she recognizes the all-too-familiar swooning sighs from next to her. Indeed, when she turns her head, Ava spots a bunch of young women her age, clutching at each other while blatantly ogling at Beatrice.

Beatrice, who is Ava’s date this evening.

Beatrice, who literally did all of that to defend Ava’s honor.

Beatrice, who is walking over right now with the stuffie that is twice the size of Ava’s entire body.

Beatrice, who should be kissed and snogged and rewarded for all her efforts.

Beatrice, who Ava should make clear that is hers and hers alone.

(In a healthy way, of course. Ava is horny, not toxic)

But Ava waits, because she is patient and she’s been waiting long enough for Beatrice to appear in her life and makes it the best life she’d have ever lived, until Beatrice finally comes close enough for Ava to take the dragon stuffie from her and puts it gently on the ground.

Ava doesn’t let the hum of confusion escaping Beatrice’s lips ring for too long before she is standing on her tip-toe to cradle Beatrice’s face and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. Around them, a mixture of aws and ews echo loudly, which only spurs Ava on even further.

But she doesn’t want to embarrass Beatrice, and she also wants to keep a little of herself away for the sake of anticipation for the events at the end of the night, thus Ava pulls back after a couple dozen seconds.

“Thank you for the dragon stuffie, Bea.” Ava whispers into Beatrice’s panting lips, delighted in the way she can feel how hot Beatrice’s ears are becoming underneath her fingertips. 

Beatrice’s ears blushing is the human equivalent of becoming like a full-body kettle, so you’ll excuse Ava if her head happens to grow four times its size after this.

“Y– you’re welcome.” Beatrice sputters, her hands at Ava’s waist trembling. 

The roaring dragon of jealousy inside Ava gives a pathetic whine at the gesture, making Ava feel all gooey and mushy and soft for the girl holding her like she means something to be careful about.

Ava doesn’t want them to reach that point of the night yet. Ideally, it’ll be after they have so much sex Ava will not be able to tell what planet she is living on anymore. It’s on her agenda and everything.

And so she manually switches to a smile more lighthearted and giddy, bending her knees to grab the dragon stuffie before using her other hand to wrap around Beatrice’s bicep.

“Let’s go grab some food. I think you deserve a reward for that show you put on for me.”

Beatrice’s lips curl up in the most adorably shy smile Ava’s ever seen on her. “Anything for you.”

Well, if Beatrice is going to be like that, then Ava certainly won’t mind emptying her pockets for a lot of hot dogs and pepsi.

Beatrice deserves the world. Ava can start with a mountain-pile of junk food.

 

—

 

For the sake of honesty, Ava hasn’t given too much thought about Beatrice’s inhuman side.

Sure, she is well aware of the circumstances that have led to Beatrice gaining these supernatural powers as well as an entirely different life, and she will be forever grateful to Morgana for having been merciful and kind towards someone who deserved it the most, and she is now familiar with the things Beatrice can do that sets her apart from every other human.

Wow, talk about taking “I’m not like other girls” too literally.

But, again, Ava hadn’t thought a lot about what it means to date someone who is possibly the closest personification of a god they can get in this lifetime. 

The universe apparently saw that as a challenge, and so here they are.

Here being a small bench in the corner of the carnival.

Here being Ava and Beatrice casually chatting about the silliest stuff their minds can conjure as they slowly chip away at the aforementioned pile of junk food Ava bought for them. 

Especially, here being Beatrice drawing Ava’s attention towards the rowdy crowd of university students about a couple feet or so from them.

Ava’s brows furrow, concentrating on eating her candy floss while subtly perking up her ears in order to catch what had previously caught Beatrice’s interest.

The group of university students consists of about 3 guys and 2 girls. 

Ava looks at the girls first, immediately clocking in on their uncomfortable and anxious body language. A little worried now, Ava turns to look at the guys and immediately has to stop her eyes from rolling to the back of her head at the way all 3 of them are trying to peacock themselves.

“Should we interfere, somehow?” Ava asks, making sure her voice doesn’t carry over. 

One of the guys just steps forward and he’s getting a little too close to the smaller girl for Ava’s comfort. His friends smirk wickedly as he does, completely disregarding the way both girls are telling them that they’re not interested and to please leave them alone.

Beatrice hums, seemingly assessing the situation. Ava chooses to look over the tub of cheesy taco on Beatrice’s lap, ready to hold it for if necessary.

“Ava?” She hums in question, toying with the friendship bracelet Beatrice wears on her left wrist. Apparently both Jamie and Mikey are Taylor Swift fans and have made plenty of bracelets to spare for when they went to her latest concert. Who could have ever predicted that. “Would you like to see something cool?”

Intrigued, Ava pipes her head up, a smile automatically unfurling at Beatrice’s adorable freckles being so close to her. What else is Ava to do but lean in and place a kiss on those freckles, before leaning back and inquiring again.

“What do you have in mind?”

Beatrice takes a second to smile dopily at Ava’s gesture of affection, before turning her head back to the group of students. She removes one of her hands from the taco tub, at which Ava quickly goes to help hold onto lest it slips and falls.

“Thank you, darling.” She says rather absentmindedly, too focused on the group to notice Ava’s eyes widening and cheeks blossoming in blush at the nickname. “Okay, here we go.”

Ava watches closely as Beatrice’s hand hovers in the air for a single moment. She holds her breath, eyes darting between Beatrice and the group of university students, eager for something dramatic and exciting, if Beatrice’s stories are anything to go by.

It’s a second longer before Beatrice’s hand flips outward. At the same time, one of the peacocking boys, the same one who’s been in the face of one of the girls, suddenly starts choking. 

Beatrice’s hand morphs into just two fingers, snapping them downwards. The moment she does, boy no.2 suddenly finds himself without a belt, thus his pants now pulled down to his ankle, revealing a pair of bright purple boxers underneath. 

Ava doesn’t get a chance to snicker for too long before she sees Beatrice’s hand moving once more, this time flying up then down in quick succession, resulting in boy no.3 having both his pants yanked down and his shirt rustled up to his neck, completely incapacitating him from doing anything.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the two girls make a quick escape, one of them looking back with pure confusion in her eyes, but also with no less amount of relief. Ava hopes they’ll get to have fun at the carnival now.

“Way to go, Bea. That was awesome.” Ava cheers quietly, still snickering as she watches the boys struggle to put their clothes back on before security can arrest them for public indecency. 

Beatrice chuckles lightheartedly, putting her hand back in her lap. “I’m glad. I was a little worried you’d feel uncomfortable at me using my powers.”

Ava pouts. “I’m not uncomfortable at all, Bea.” Inside her head, a metaphorical lightbulb just flickers. “I think it’s kinda hot, actually.”

The taco so close to being put inside Beatrice’s mouth almost misses its mark entirely, its soon-to-be-consumer evidently flustered at Ava’s sudden sultry tone of voice and her hand coming up to stroke against Beatrice’s firm chest. 

Jesus, what kind of workout does she do? Does she even need any?

“Re– really?” Beatrice coughs, desperately trying to regain her voice. She sounds a little like a chipmunk, Ava’s never been more endeared. “You really think so?”

Ava chuckles, leaning her chest forward. She makes sure her cleavage is in full view, but also to not topple the taco tub still on Beatrice’s lap. Ava probably wouldn’t look very sexy with cheese down her tits.

Actually maybe–

Not now. 

Really?

Maybe later.

Yes!

“Well, if you’re asking me what I think,” Ava says, deliberately all husky and breathy. “I think being able to control clothes is a skill that could come in handy.”

Making sure no one is looking, god forbid, especially not a security guard, Ava moves one of Beatrice’s hands away from the taco tub and places it on her shoulder. She uses the other hand to quickly put their food to the side, not wanting it to become a cockblock.

“Can you control all sorts of clothes, Bea?” Ava asks, purposely darting her tongue out to wet her lips. Beatrice’s hand, still in hers, momentarily twitches against the fuzzy fabric of Ava’s cardigan. “Let’s say, if I tell you to take off my jacket without touching me, can you do it?”

Beatrice gulps, evidently having a hard time with choosing what to look at, Ava’s pouting lips or Ava’s arching chest.

Eventually, she decides on Ava’s eyes, swallowing back a loud gulp.

“I can do it.”

Ava smiles, a little wickedly, before leaning back on her hands. She pushes her chest out just a bit more, her panties getting wet at the raw look of hunger and desire in Beatrice's eyes.

“Whenever you're ready.” Ava says, a little tauntingly. 

Beatrice seems perfectly up to the challenge, if the way she squares her broad shoulders and amber eyes flashing red anything to go by.

With peak interest, Ava makes notes of the way Beatrice doesn't have to use her hands this time, the shorter distance apparently meaning less amount of focus required.

Ava gets startled out of her thoughts when she feels the lapels of her cardigan smoothly slipping off her shoulders, in the exact same way she would undress herself whenever she's alone.

Nipples a little hard, Ava struggles to laugh through her heavy breathing.

“Impressive, Beatrice. I should have never doubted you.”

Throughout the whole night, Ava’s seen a catalogue of Beatrice's various smiles. 

There's the smile she wears when she first sees Ava at her door, delighted in its innocence and happiness of just being able to spend time with Ava.

There's the smile that escapes her unbound when Ava makes a pun so terrible it makes Beatrice choke on her soda.

There's the smile that stretches her mouth wide when they dance together in the courtyard of the carnival, where buskers of various ethnic backgrounds take turns in giving them all the performance of their lives.

This smile that she's giving Ava right now is one that Ava would like to see more, prideful and assured and looking like she is congratulating herself on knowing how to please Ava properly.

Naturally, Ava has to step up the game a little.

“I bet you can't remove my bra from under my top.”

Hook, line, and sinker.

Though it's not like Beatrice hasn't been hooked on Ava’s charm since their very first night anyway.

“W– what?” Beatrice sputters, cheeks pink. Ava’s eyes widen at the sight, knowing this is the equivalent of Ava lighting up like a firehouse siren. “Are you sure? Right here?”

Ava shrugs. “No one has walked by in forever.” She quirks an eyebrow, deliberately teasing. “Or are you just not that confident in yourself, Bea? Thought you said you wanted to make me feel good.”

Ava relishes in the silence, knowing she won. She, of course, checks to make sure there's not even a speck of discomfort in Beatrice's amber eyes. She’d shut it all down in a second if there was.

The night is long. They can still walk around some more and just hold hands like teenagers before going home.

Ava meant it when she said she was in this for the long haul. She won't foolishly let Beatrice go ever again.

Her train of thoughts, once again, is interrupted by the odd sensation of her bra wiggling from inside her top.

Breath hitching, Ava finds herself difficult to breathe as she stares into Beatrice’s red glowing eyes, the superpowered being intensely focused on getting control of Ava’s bra first and foremost.

To do that, she must unclapse it. Ava doesn't bother to contain her moan when she feels the latch opening and the straps loosening around her torso.

Slowly, agonizingly, Beatrice’s head starts to move, telepathically commanding the bra to slither out from its hiding place. Ava’s nipples, already hard and practically begging to be sucked by Beatrice’s talented mouth, scrape against the fabric as the bra is slowly slipping off of Ava’s torso.

“Oh fuck…” Ava moans again, arching her chest out even more.

When it finally reaches the hem of Ava’s top, she barely needs to wiggle to let it out of its confinement, Beatrice's eyes blowing wide like saucers at the bright red color of her lingerie.

Ava’s smirk only grows more evil as she speaks again. “My panties are of matching color, by the way. Just to let you know.”

“Ava…” 

Gosh she loves the way Beatrice says her name like that, all breathless and needy.

Then, in a plot twist she couldn't predict even at her most creative, Ava feels the fabric of her top stretched tight against her hard nipples and pinches.

“Fuck fuck, Bea,” Ava whimpers, eyes widening even more when she feels an invisible force poking at her panties, right where she needs it– needs her– the most. “God, that's so fucking hot…”

“Are you satisfied, Ava? Do you like me touching you like this?” It’s Beatrice's turn to smirk as she leans closer to Ava, their faces only a huff of breath apart. “Already so desperate, how would you fare if I were to touch you with my actual fingers?”

The taunting is accompanied with another pinch of her nipple and her panties pushing up against her clit and—

That's it.

Ava’s had enough.

“You get me to your car right now, Beatrice, or I swear to God I will make Satan look like a 1960s housewife welcoming you to the neighborhood with lemon squares.”

Being nerdy isn’t going to get you laid, Ava, Jesus Christ.

Jokes on her inner voice, because the reference flies over Beatrice’s head with the speed of a man-eating seagull, leaving behind gaping lips and amber eyes so dilated with lust they almost look black.

Quickly, almost too quickly, the two of them work together to pick up all the garbage and dispose of it at the nearest bin. Once that is done, Ava starts tugging on Beatrice’s sleeve with one hand, the other cradling the dragon stuffie to her chest.

(She named him Harold. Beatrice didn’t recognize this reference either, only smiling softly at Ava and said it was an adorable name. Ava can’t believe she’s going to fall in love with this clueless dork.

Because she will. There’s no doubt about that.)

Beatrice lets herself be dragged, dutifully being the compass to Ava’s accelerator pedal. She almost wishes Beatrice has Jamie’s super speed, so that they can be in the goddamn car already, but the occasional looking back into eager amber eyes and her adorable dimpled smile makes Ava feel like the anticipation is worth it. 

It is, the universe proves to her, when Ava finds herself pressed against the car door, Beatrice seemingly too impatient to wait to finally get her lips on Ava’s again. 

Ava isn’t complaining, not one bit, standing taller on her tip-toes so she can pull Beatrice closer. Ava’s hands grip tight on the collar of her jacket, while her lips are fiercely battling against Beatrice’s in a semi-playful game of tug of war. 

Beatrice wins, however, because she cheats and wills the car door to open, sending Ava sprawling into the front seat. 

“Wow, Bea–” Ava squawks, feeling the clutch digging into her back. 

“Sorry. I’m sorry, are you okay?”

Quicker than Ava can blink, she suddenly finds herself yanked back up and deposited neatly into Beatrice’s lap, who has somehow slithered into the car and closed the door. When she’s less occupied, Ava will have to ask whether Beatrice is sure Jamie is the only one who possesses super speed in their household.

Alas, now is not the time to think about him nor anyone else.

“Fuck, I’m okay. You’re just so hot I couldn’t help myself from falling for you.” 

The words escape Ava’s lips mostly as a joke, a pun, to lighten up the atmosphere. But the way Beatrice’s amber eyes absolutely ignite a flame-like spark, it makes Ava want to genuinely mean it. 

“You’re incredible. I feel so lucky being able to hold you like this.”

A moan and a sob simultaneously catch in Ava’s throat, her senses too overstimulated to know which one to let out when Beatrice presses such a heart-wrenching confession into the slope of Ava’s neck. She places several wet kisses there, going up and up till she reaches Ava’s earlobe and tugs.

“Bea,” That’s all Ava can say, hips already beginning to move against Beatrice’s slacks. “Bea, please. Bea…”

Beatrice hums, feverish lips beginning to apply more pressure, adding in the scraping of her pointy teeth against Ava’s pulse points. Ava moans uncontrollably at the sucking sensation, frantically grabbing at the overhead handle to balance herself. 

“What do you need, darling?” Beatrice rasps, smiling into Ava’s skin when she hears Ava’s moans crescendo at the wetness of her tongue. “Tell me. I want to make you feel good.”

“Bea, please. I can’t, I’m so wet, I need you inside me now.”

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel good. I’ll fuck you so good, I promise.” Beatrice hushes, pulling Ava’s head down to connect their lips in a feverish kiss. “May I unbutton your pants, Ava?”

“Yes, yes please… I know you can do it without your hands. Do it like that.”

At the blatant approval and appreciation for her powers, Beatrice lets out the smallest whimper, reverberating across Ava’s collarbone. The task is done in a blink of an eye, Ava physically feeling the buttons of her pants unclasping themselves. 

Their heavy breathings in just the past 5 minutes have been enough to fog up the windows, which is a good thing because Ava is done being patient, practically yanking at Beatrice’s hand and shoving it in her pants.

“Ava– Ava–” Beatrice pants into her mouth, her kissing a little less methodical at the discovery of just how soaking wet Ava is down there. “You’re so– you’re already–”

“All for you, Bea.” Ava smiles, holding Beatrice’s cheeks in her palms. “All of me is for you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for being so stupid. I should have let you love me sooner.”

“You’re here. You’re here and that’s all that matters to me.” Beatrice says, her voice choking up like she’s on the verge of tears. “Thank you. Thank you for giving me another chance. Thank you for staying.”

Ava is too busy moaning at the feeling of Beatrice’s two fingers sliding inside her to reply, but she hopes the sound of her moans, of her pussy clenching down onto Beatrice’s fingers, of her lips babbling Beatrice’s name over and over and over is enough for now.

“Like that, just like that–” Ava’s moans turn into whines, yanking on Beatrice’s hair as the long and strong digits begin to move faster and deeper and one of Beatrice’s thumbs is circling her clit in synchronized rhythm with her every thrust. “Fuck, Bea, I’m so close, I’m already so close–”

Not just her own thighs slamming down onto Beatrice’s hips and fingers, Ava can also hear the squeaky sound of the car bouncing at the force of Ava’s bounces. Her brain is too flooded with dopamine to take a second look, but Ava knows what this looks like, and a small part of her hopes someone is going to see and they’re going to witness firsthand at just how much Beatrice loves her, at just how well Beatrice takes care of her, at–

“Fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Stars burst behind Ava’s eyelids, her hips continuing to move gently as she rides the high of her orgasm. Beneath her, Beatrice’s fingers haven’t quite stilled, but they have begun to move slower in anticipation of catching Ava should she need it. 

“Fuck, Bea, that was amazing…” Ava pants, finally opening her eyes.

Ava’s heart almost falls out of her chest and straight into the shute that is her digestive system, because what the fuck is she supposed to do when a girl this beautiful is looking at her like she’s so special.

What’s so special about Ava anyway. What did she even do to deserve Beatrice.

“Gosh, you’re so beautiful.” This is the best Ava can do, pulling Beatrice back in for another kiss, moaning at the way Beatrice’s fingers jolt in surprise and hit her sensitive spots. “Fuck, you’re still inside me, you’re still–”

“Ava, I can… I can drive this car without– oh God…” Beatrice has to pause, processing the shock of Ava practically shoving her tongue down her throat. “I can drive this car home without looking. May I?”

As good of an idea that is, Ava’s entire body goes cold. “No.” She blanches at the coldness of her voice, breaking their kiss to apologize. “No, I mean– God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that–”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Beatrice assures her, dilated amber eyes still having plenty of room for the affection she holds for Ava. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, I promise.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just…” Fuck. Ava had hoped she won’t have to go into this until at least their 3rd official date. It’s not really a bad thing though. If Beatrice was courageous enough to come out to her about her powers and her circumstances, then Ava sure as hell could muster up just about half of that to tell her about– “My mom died in a car crash when I was 7.”

That… could have gone out better. Ava bites back a wince, might as well bite the bullet now too.

“Ava, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry for even suggesting that. I would never put your life in danger like that, please believe me.”

Oh shit, that wasn’t what Ava was expecting. “Hey, it’s okay. I wasn’t blaming you at all. I just, well,” Ava visibly fumbles, not knowing how to salvage this.

Luckily, Beatrice does, using her other hand to cradle Ava’s cheek. 

“You don’t have to explain further. I understand.” She pauses, biting down on her lower lip. It’s terribly distracting and even more terribly inappropriate for the conversation topic at hand. “Would you still want to go to my place? Not just for sex, if you don’t want, I have a lot of streaming platforms that Jamie installed for me. We can just watch movies and eat snacks.”

Beatrice twists her head around, eyes lighting up at whatever she just found. 

“Here. We can even cuddle with Harold.” She says, making the dragon stuffie levitate in the air, as if Ava won’t be able to see him lying there in the backseat. “Anything you want. How about it, sweetheart?”

Ava can’t even tell whether it’s the dripping care in Beatrice’s eyes, the way her hand is absentmindedly stroking Ava’s cheek, or the adorable nickname that got her giggling like a giddy schoolgirl. 

It’s time. It’s come faster than Ava’s expected, and it’s definitely too fast even for a sapphic’s standard, but Ava knows this deep in her heart to be true.

“I love you.” Ava says, cutting Beatrice’s source of oxygen right off. She tries to hold back her giggle, her tears, at the way Beatrice’s eyes turn completely owlish. “I love you. I feel it now too. I love you, Beatrice.”

“Really?” Beatrice asks, unafraid to show her tears of elation, tears of relief, and tears of disbelief. She even sits up higher, pulling Ava with her. “You mean it? You love me?”

Ava nods, a tear drop or two escaping without her consent. “I do. I’m sorry I kept you waiting.”

In return, Beatrice gives her a smile so bright Ava thinks she can outwin the sun itself. 

“Ava Silva, I would have waited a thousand years and more just for you to look at me. To have you love me the same way I love you, I would have waited forever and a day.”

As touching as it sounds, Ava has kept Beatrice waiting long enough. 

She’s going to love her the way she deserves, and that starts now.

 

—

 

The journey from the carnival back to the castle is, admittedly, as slow as snail at first.

Ava takes just half a minute to feel her heart bursting in appreciation for Beatrice, who is even driving 10 miles below the limit just to make sure Ava is safe and unscathed, before outrightly telling Beatrice to please go faster so Ava can have her own way with Beatrice too.

Her date, biologically incapable of blushing, begins to glow. Both their eyes widen like saucers at the new feat, Beatrice fixated on her hand, intertwined with Ava in between their seats, bathing the car interior in a shade of gold not unlike the sun. 

It’s about a minute or two after that the glow starts to dim, Ava thinks Beatrice’s twinkling eyes is enough light for them anyway. 

“What was that?” Ava asks, giddily curious. 

“I’m… not sure. This hasn’t happened before.” Beatrice answers, her voice taking on a higher pitch that Ava assumes to be genuine, child-like excitement. Ava wonders if she gets to sound like that often, what with the way her parents treated her. “I don’t feel anything different.”

Swallowing back a question that could make the vibe plummet to oblivion, Ava hums, turning Beatrice’s hand still held in hers left and right. “You don’t feel any different either.” 

They agree to let the question hang in the air as well as the blanket of comfortable silence cascade upon them, knowing very well beneath it are the bodies of anticipation just wiggling to be let out from under the covers.

Ava is perfectly content to just hold Beatrice’s hand and relish in the feeling of being newly in love. Beatrice is too, if the way she keeps stealing glances at Ava despite being oh-so careful in her driving is anything to go by, beautiful lips, swollen and bruised with traces of Ava’s hard work all over, curling up in a smile so smitten it should be written in Sappho’s history book.  

They reach the castle with a soft squeak of Beatrice’s tires, Ava giggling at how Beatrice winces at the shrieking sound piercing through their silence. 

“Quite eager, aren’t you.” Ava teases, unlocking the door by herself. 

She steps out of the vehicle, taking a moment to appreciate the cool October air on her skin. It’s when she feels a certain poking at her shirt that Ava notices.

“We forgot my bra at the carnival.”

Immediately, without even a half second in between, Ava hears a loud crash.

Swiveling around to check, Ava can only wince in sympathy when she sees Beatrice rubbing the side of her head as well as the dented roof of her car. 

“Oops?” Ava shrugs cutely, hoping to not get scolded. It’s not like she did it on purpose, though she sure loves the sight of a flustered Beatrice.

Wait a minute. “Bea, you’re blushing.”

“What–” Hand moving from her head to her cheek, Beatrice gasps. “I’m blushing. It feels hot. Do I look hot?”

“I mean, well…” Ava trails off, giggling at the faux scolding look she receives. “I can’t really tell from here, but it seems so.” 

Ava watches quietly as Beatrice takes a moment to process, before shrugging. “Oh well. I have better things to do than to worry about that.”

Eyebrows raised up to her hairline, Ava takes one step backward, then two, then three.

“Bold words for someone who can’t catch me.”

As soon as the last word comes out of Ava’s mouth, she runs, heading straight for the entrance door that’s immediately opened for her. Picking up on the sound of stomping feet, Ava quickly looks for help.

“House! Please get me to Bea’s room now!” She yells, her feet carrying her through the expansive hallway. 

For a moment, Ava is afraid the castle won’t help her, too distrustful of this new person who had even wronged their master once before. It’s only when Ava sees the castle jingling a painting at one intersection and then a vase at the next that she realizes she has an ally by her side.

Well, three, she supposes. Ava is sure Jamie and Mikey are around here somewhere as well, watching over them just in case. 

“Thank you, house! I owe you one!”

The mirror Ava’s just sprinted by glows an ominous shade of gold, which Ava will take as a “You’re welcome.”

Ava makes it to a familiar set of doors just in time, feeling strong arms wrapping her waist the minute she pushes the door open. 

“Bea!” Her giggles echo loudly from the hallway into the room, not really trying to escape arms she will kill to fall asleep every night and wake up in every morning. “Okay, okay, you got me! Put me down!”

For once, Beatrice doesn’t do what Ava tells her. 

Instead of putting her down on her feet, Beatrice proceeds to flip Ava like a pancake in midair and then pins her back onto the door. Ava doesn’t even feel her head smacking against the wooden surface, all thanks to one of Beatrice’s hands quickly coming up to cushion her, before feeling her lips be captured in a passionate kiss.

Beneath her thigh, Beatrice’s hand tightens its grip, holding Ava up higher as they continue to kiss against her bedroom door. 

Her earlier orgasm hasn’t helped take the edges off even a little, Ava quickly feeling the familiar build-up of pleasure coiling inside of her, begging to be let out. 

“Bea, your thigh, put your– oh God!” Ava’s vision momentarily turns white, engulfed by the sudden feeling of Beatrice’s firm thigh pushing up to her crotch. It feels so good, though, so good, she needs more, she needs so much more. “Fuck, fuck me right here, Bea. I want you to fuck me against this door.”

Beatrice huffs out a laugh. “Just like the good old times, huh?” She teases, as she rolls her thigh and tightens her grip on Ava’s hips, easily pulling Ava back and forth.

White visions turn to stars, Ava frantically grappling onto Beatrice’s shoulders as she grinds down on Beatrice’s leg, feeling the muscles tense against her clit and rubbing and rubbing and–

“FUCK!” 

It’s not a moan of pleasure, per se, because Beatrice took her thigh away right when Ava was about to dive over the edge. A whine escapes Ava unbridled, her disheveled hair and swollen lips probably making her look a mess.

And yet, Beatrice still looks at her like– “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I just had to say that.”

Ava’s pout only deepens. “You had to stop from giving me an orgasm to say that?” She pauses, thinks over what she wants to say next. “I mean, thank you, but I would rather you fuck me good and hard and then whisper all those sweet words in my ears later.”

Beatrice’s smile morphs into a smirk. “Fuck you good and hard, huh?” Ava’s mouth drops open in a gasp, completely taken aback by the way Beatrice shoves her hand inside her pants once again. “As you wish, darling. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll fuck you so good you can’t walk.”

Promises, promises. Although, it’s not like Beatrice doesn’t ever fulfill her promises.

Ava barely gets a second to process the majestic painting that makes up of Beatrice’s confident smile and the gorgeous romantic lighting of her room before strong and long fingers are pushing into her once again and– “Fuck, baby, that’s it, that’s it, harder please– faster– harder–”

The nickname only serves to spur Beatrice on even further, talented mouth moving to swallow Ava’s clothed breast while her fingers work on fucking into Ava and her absolutely dripping cunt. 

These pants and panties are definitely going into the trash after this. Ava can’t even find it in herself to be disgruntled. 

“Feel so good, so warm, so wet around me,” Beatrice continues to pour her praise even as her mouth is damn occupied with playing with Ava’s breast. Without a bra getting in her way, Beatrice’s teeth munching on the fabric of the shirt to then pull Ava’s whole breast with her, gosh this woman is going to be the death of her and her vagina, Ava’s convinced. “Your nipple feels hard under my teeth. Would it look all perky and adorable for me if I lift up your shirt, darling?”

“Bea, please, please I can’t, just take it all off please–”

Wish granted.

One moment Ava is arching her back to the heaven, riding her orgasm like she would ride a cowboy, the next all of her clothes are gone. 

“Wow, you’re sure efficient…” Ava sputters out an incredulous laugh, her eyebrows wagging at the way Beatrice isn’t even trying to hide her ogling of Ava’s bare tits. “You want to put me on your bed so I can pose all pretty for you, baby?”

Beatrice almost swoons, but she does what Ava asks, slowly moving them towards the king-sized bed. Ava doesn’t let her go too far without pulling her back in for a languid kiss, their tongues dancing together like old friends and older lovers, before she feels herself laid on her back.

Her hair sprawled out everywhere on the pillow, Ava tries her best to hold back a giggle at the way Beatrice is downright gawking at Ava’s naked form. 

“You can do more than just watch, you know.” Ava teases, deliberately spreading her legs but slowly, slowly, making sure she has every last drop of Beatrice’s attention. 

It feels good, it feels empowering, it feels like she’s standing on the highest mountain and about to fall.

She curls a finger, laying back on the fluffy pillow. “Well? Are you going to come touch me or do you really just want to watch?” 

At the teasing drag of her finger creeping down and down, Beatrice snaps out of her daze. 

It’s Ava’s turn to gawk, as Beatrice takes to undressing herself. She starts with the gray long jacket, tossing it carelessly across the room, and yet it still lands neatly on the coat hanger. Next is the black button-up shirt, each button is undone with a meticulousness and fineness of someone who knows her body and knows how to use it well. 

Ava’s throat bops dryly at the attractive way Beatrice shrugs out of her shirt, biting on her lower lip when wet hands, still-wet-with-her-cum hands, come to yank the turtleneck underneath off of her torso and– hello abs.

“Fuck, Bea, I want to fuck myself on your abs…” Ava breathes out, almost hypnotized by the way firm abdominal muscles constrict and expand in rhythm with Beatrice’s breathing. 

Ava is so distracted by the sight that she misses out on Beatrice undressing the rest of her. It’s only when Beatrice starts crawling up on the bed that Ava notices the vast expanse of skin afforded to her, futilely stopping herself from moaning outright in animalistic desire.

“Bea, you’re so beautiful…” Ava pants, equally in awe and in love.

Beatrice, who smiles as she leans down, pressing their bare chests flushed against each other, licks at Ava’s gaping mouth. “Not as beautiful as you.” She says, then steals away any objection Ava might have with a deep kiss. 

For the record, Ava would object if she could, but she would much rather show appreciation for Beatrice’s mouth-watering body in some other way. 

Ava starts off with broad shoulders, hands sprawling out to grope at the muscles underneath. Then she moves down, to the gorgeous slope of Beatrice’s back, where she can feel every breath Beatrice takes as she kisses Ava like her whole life depends on it, like this is what she was born to do, and this is what she was going to do on the day she dies too.

How is she so lucky, to be granted a life so unconditional and without an expiration date too.

The thought circles in her mind even as Ava continues her exploration, finally coming down to where she’s been dying to since she first saw Beatrice wearing those tight jeans.

“Fuck, Bea, your ass…” Ava moans, letting Beatrice taunt her tongue out to play. “Such a firm ass. Gosh, you feel so good in my hands…”

Ava continues to grope the round and firm flesh, keeping an ear out for every hitch of Beatrice’s breath every time her nails dig into the skin, definitely leaving behind nail marks. 

Beatrice, always the boobman, wants to return the sentiment by breaking their kiss and moves her lips down to Ava’s chest. Ava can only grab at her ass in clear desperation, moaning incoherently as Beatrice’s tongue peaks out to lick at Ava’s hardened nipple, while using her hand to give the other breast a firm squeeze.

“Fuck, you’re so good, you’re so good for me, baby.” Ava moans, her back almost arching off the bed when Beatrice’s grip on her tit grows even more firm, more harsh. “Fuck, touch me, touch me just like that, touch my boob just the way you’ve always wanted to.”

“Ava, Ava,” Beatrice can only pant, putting the nipple in between her two fingers and rubbing them together, giving Ava a sensation so explosive she doesn’t know what else to do but keep blabbering Beatrice’s name like she’s holy. “I want my tongue in you. Please. May I?”

“Fuck yes, yes baby, please. I want your tongue everywhere. On me, inside me, please.”

As big as Beatrice’s bedroom is, it also serves as a great echo chamber, Ava’s loud moans mixed together with the wet sounds of Beatrice’s tongue lapping at her wet pussy makes for a beautiful symphony of pleasure. 

“So good, so good at eating pussy,” Soak in her own sweat, Ava still tries to encourage Beatrice to go faster, go harder, to go hammer in on her pussy. “Fuck, baby. You’re so good at this. You’re so good…”

Beatrice doesn’t wait for any more encouragement, picking up her pace. Her mouth works in diligence to suck at Ava’s clit, pumping two fingers in and out and in and out of her.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck–”

Not that it really matters in the end, but that was the third orgasm Beatrice just gave her.

Time to settle the score.

Taking advantage of Beatrice thinking she needs time to recover, Ava moves to slide a leg under Beatrice’s hips and flips.

The absolutely gobsmacked expression on Beatrice’s face is priceless. Ava will carry it with her for a long while.

“Contrary to popular opinion, I am not a pillow princess,” Ava says, teasingly leaning down to capture Beatrice’s lips in a kiss. She doesn’t let her deepen it, moving away just when she feels the wet tip of Beatrice’s tongue peaking out, even though she is very much tempted to do so when she leans back and spots the annoyed pout adorning lips she loves so much. “I want to return the favor. Can I, Bea?”

“Oh. You really want that?” Beatrice asks, with owlish eyes and disbelieving mouth.

Ava’s heart aches, blaming herself for having taken so long and making it even more difficult for Beatrice to believe she deserves love too. That she deserves to be taken care of too.

“Yes, baby,” Ava says, nudging their noses against each other. Beatrice goes a little cross-eyed, but not even for a second does she look away. “I love you. I want to make you feel good too. Would you allow me the honor of taking care of you too?”

There’s a brief pause, Beatrice clearly contemplating, but Ava doesn’t mind. She will wait for however long it takes, even if it’s not tonight. Beatrice’s waited for Ava her whole life, what’s a few more days.

“Okay.” 

Ava’s eyes light up. “Okay?”

Beatrice nods, a little shy. “Okay. Just, take it slow? I haven’t, well, you know.”

“I know.” I know, and I’m going to hunt down every bitch who tried to take advantage of you like that. “I’ll go slow. I’ll listen. Just tell me if anything feels wrong, okay?”

“Okay, Ava.”

Ava smiles, leaning down for one last kiss. “I love you, Bea.” I love you so much. More than I’ve ever loved anything in this wretched world.

Beatrice sucks in a breath, as if she’s just heard what Ava was saying without actually saying it.

Ava doesn’t waste time to ponder over it, moving to maneuver herself down. She makes sure to leave kisses here and there, giving a particularly sharp nibble on Beatrice’s hips, delighted in the way the girl above her reacts with a small whimper. 

She arrives where she’s needed the most in record time, and before anyone of them even knew it, her head is encased in between Beatrice’s beautiful thighs.

“Ava… Ava…”

Unlike Ava, who moans and pants and whines, all Beatrice does to show her pleasure is hum. 

Little musical notes that sound heavenly despite the lack of proper vocal warmups or careful usage of vibrations, but they still sound heavenly to Ava and she wants them to be the accompaniment chorus to her funeral.

“You taste so good, baby. So sweet on my tongue.” Ava says as she gives several experimental licks, just waiting to strike the goldmine. “I love you, I love you…”

Ava’s patience pays off, as one particular flick of her tongue provokes a shiver and a loud whimper from above her. 

Got you.

It’s not long before Beatrice comes on Ava’s tongue, her thighs trembling and shaking as Ava continues to work her tongue inside her. She waits, patiently, slowly pulling her fingers out of Beatrice, slowly making her way back up with her tongue giving teasing licks here and there.

When Ava finally reaches the top, she finds what has to be considered another one of the world's 7 wonders. 

Beatrice, the most wondrous girl of all, looking at Ava like she’s God’s given. Oh be still her throbbing heart.

“Hey, was that okay?” Ava asks, gently flopping herself down on Beatrice’s chest. That’s where she stays, finger lingering on the persistent smile on Beatrice’s lips. “Did I make you feel good?”

“You did.” Beatrice answers, almost having a hard time just croaking out two words. Ava understands why when she looks up and sees amber eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to be the type of person that cries during sex.”

Ava’s finger pokes deeper into the corner of Beatrice’s mouth. “There’s nothing wrong with crying, as long as it’s happy tears…?”

“They are. I am.” Beatrice emphasizes each phrase, like she wants it seared into Ava’s brain forever and ever. “I’ve never been happier than I am now. It’s all thanks to you.”

“I didn’t do anything, Bea. I just love you.” Ava answers, feeling a little choked up too. Sue her, she’s a bit of a sympathetic crier.

Beatrice sputters incredulously. “You have no idea just how much that means to me, don’t you.” She sniffles, wiping away her tears with a hand and then presses that hand against the quivering apple of Ava’s cheek. “For so long, I’ve thought I no longer deserve a love like this. Hell, I did just a week ago. But you came back. You came back for me and you loved me despite it all.”

“No, Bea. I don’t love you despite your, um… everything. I love you because they are what makes you you. Do I wish I could time travel like you so I can go back and kill those monsters who you had to call parents myself? Fuck yeah. But I can’t change anything about what happened in the past. I can only take responsibility for what happens in the present and in the future. Because your experiences shaped who you are, Bea. I wouldn’t love you all the way if I didn’t, in more fucked up ways than one, love them too.”

Ava barely gets to finish her speech before she feels strong hands coming up to grab at her neck and yanks her down for a kiss. She lets Beatrice kiss her stupid, of course, sensing that Beatrice needs an outlet for the volcano of affection boiling inside of her lest it explodes. 

It’d be nice though if she can stop glowing and blinding Ava even with her eyes closed– wait a goddamn minute.

“Bea, hold on.”

“What is it?”

“Bea, we’re glowing. As in, we both are.”

True to her words, when Ava leans back to sit on her hindlegs, all she can see is gold.

Her hands, her torso, her legs, everything is bathed in a current of magical energy, almost circling around her like a curious fawn. Ava can do nothing but sit there with her jaw agape, with Beatrice looking equally as shocked, sporting a similar energy ring around herself. 

There are so many things Ava could say, but what comes out of her mouth is, “Bea, are we shining?”

To her utter surprise, though she shouldn’t because Jamie looks like a Barbie-kinning lesbian anyway, Beatrice understands the reference right from the get-go.

“I don’t think so?” She answers, cautiously reaching up to hold Ava’s hands. “You feel different though.”

“I do?” Quirking an eyebrow, Ava takes a quick look at herself, not finding anything else aside from the slightly dimmer glow now. “I don’t see anything.”

I feel stronger.

“Bea, I’m not sure if that’s a come on, but as much as I would like to get back to the sex, I think we need to check this thing out first.”

“Ava, I didn’t say that out loud.”

… What?

Yeah. Can you hear me from in here?

Holy shit, Beatrice, I can read your mind??

It sure seems like it.

“Bea, what the fuck?” Ava says, verbally this time.

Unlike Ava’s growing excitement, Beatrice looks wrecked, on the verge of devastated tears. Ava doesn’t quite understand why until she starts babbling out. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I must’ve done something to you. I’ll try to fix this, I promise. I’m so sorry, Ava. You didn’t consent to this at all.”

“Hey, hey, hey” Ava quickly shushes her before she can go on. “It’s okay. I actually like this.”

“You… you do?” Beatrice asks, all adorably confused. 

“Hell yeah.” Ava nods eagerly, bouncing on the spot. “Is there anything else different about me?”

“Well, you…” Beatrice squints her eyes for a brief moment before sitting up. Ava goes to wrap her arms around her shoulders, just for the sake of being close. “Your eyes are red.”

Eyebrows raised way above her hairline, Ava squeaks. “Red? Like yours?”

“Yeah. Like mine, when I use my powers.” Beatrice says, slowly, brows furrowed in concentration. “Ava, are you by any chance feeling like you’re about to jump off a wall in excitement?”

The tides keep turning, holy shit. “I didn’t even think that in my head, how did you know that?”

“I can feel it.” Beatrice’s arms go to wrap around Ava’s waist, pulling her closer so their chests are now flushed against one another. “I can feel everything you’re feeling right now. Excitement. Elation. Horniness?”

Ava’s cheeks heat up at the blatant call-out and the slight teasing undertone of Beatrice’s voice. “Well, excuse me for feeling horny when I’m sitting in the lap of the most gorgeous girl on the planet.”

Beatrice’s thoughtful frown turns into a smirk. “Is that so?” 

One of her hands leaves its rightful place on Ava’s ass. The whine that almost escapes Ava turns into a strangled moan when that same hand lands a hard smack down on her ass.

“Fuck, baby–” 

if you’re so horny, do you think you can fuck yourself just riding on my abs?

Fuck, that’s the best idea I’ve heard all week.

I’m here to serve, darling. “Now fuck yourself while I watch.”

The minute Beatrice lies back down on the bed, Ava begins to move. Her hands move to Beatrice’s shoulders for balance, as she begins to rub herself against the hard surface of Beatrice’s washboard 6-pack abs. 

“Fuck, that’s so good, gosh even your abs make me feel so good” Ava moans, squeaking when Beatrice’s palm lands another smack on her ass, getting her to move even faster. “Harder baby, harder– fuck, spank my ass, spank my ass just like that!”

Beatrice grunts as she obeys, landing smack after smack that echoes filthily in the room. 

“Ava, I can feel it– I can feel you close–”

Wait a minute. “Bea, get the strap on.”

“What?”

“Get the strap on. I have an idea.” Ava pauses to wink lewdly before continuing to move again, not wanting to lose the momentum of her build-up.

From the side, Ava can hear Beatrice telepathically open the nightstand drawer. Ava snatches the strap-on in midair, too excited to wait, before putting it around Beatrice’s waist.

Her girlfriend, fuck can she even call her that, lays still and lets Ava do whatever she wants with her. It’s only when Ava starts pooling some of her wetness onto her fingers and spreads them all over the dildo that she gets it.

“Oh fuck, that’s so hot–”

“Yeah?” Ava asks, giving her another wink, as her hand skillfully lubes the dildo to her preferred wetness. “Gosh you look so good. I can’t wait, I can’t wait for you to fuck me hard and good with this.”

“Ava, doesn’t this mean I can also–”

Ava laughs, which transitions into a guttural moan as she slowly sinks down on the strap, feeling the dildo stretch her pussy. “Yeah, baby, can you feel it too?”

Beatrice’s voice grows hard and strangled, flopping back down on the bed like she needs a breather. Yeah, welcome to Ava’s world.

“I can, I can feel it.” Beatrice pants, watching with half-lidded eyes as Ava begins to move. “Ava, darling, this is the best idea ever. You’re brilliant.”

The absurdity of Ava’s cheeks flushing at the compliment instead of at being fucked deliciously with a strap-on needs to be studied.

Not now though. Now, she needs to move faster. “Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me just like that!”

“So beautiful. So gorgeous, riding me like that.” Beatrice praises, panting as she thrusts herself harder into Ava’s dripping cunt, the king-sized bed standing no chance and squeaking obnoxiously under the weight and intensity of their lovemaking. “Fuck, Ava. Ava–”

“I am– fuck Bea, it’s so good, it’s rubbing against my pussy, gosh I can’t describe how good it feels–”

Almost there. She’s so close. She’s so close.

Bea, I’m close. I’m almost there.

Me too. Me too. Come for me, darling. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck– grab my tits– oh gosh yes, just like that–

God I love your breasts and the way they bounce like that. You feel so soft and round in my hands.

Fuck fuck fuck– “Fuck I’m coming!”

Beatrice didn’t pull out, much to Ava’s surprise, instead pulling Ava’s lips down and capturing them in a sweet, loving kiss. Beatrice swallows Ava’s moan as she helps Ava ride the wave of her orgasm, but her hips remain moving.

And then, all of a sudden, Ava finds herself on her stomach. 

“God yes, fuck me in the ass, gosh I want to see you, I need you–”

Ava only hears the vaguest ruffling of Beatrice positioning herself behind her, too busy taking in the sight of the gigantic mirror placed strategically right by Beatrice’s bed.

Fuck I’m going to see myself being fucked in the ass.

Do you like that, Ava? You like to watch yourself being fucked?

“Fuck, baby, please. Put it in me. Fuck me hard, I need you right now–”

Ava lets out the most guttural moan at the feeling of Beatrice’s strap harshly thrusting into her once, then twice, then thrice, then falling into an unspoken rhythm. 

She tries to keep her eyes open to watch herself, to watch as she is being fucked six ways to sundays by a deliciously dishelved Beatrice, who is looking down at Ava with so much love and desire in her eyes. 

“Fuck, baby– that’s it– fuck me just like that–” Ava moans out her appreciation, beginning to push her own hips back to meet Beatrice’s thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes baby–”

Because Beatrice does everything with her whole heart put into it, she doesn’t give Ava just one orgasm in this position.

Every time Ava comes and coats the dildo with her cum, Beatrice only momentarily pauses so Ava can arch her back to the heaven and catch her breath, before once again moving back into the rhythm they established.

After each climax, Ava falls back into the rhythm just as easily, moaning and whining for her to fuck her faster and harder. 

In the mirror, Ava sees Beatrice constantly mouthing Ava’s name in between her own more subtle whimpering, how Beatrice’s eyes are glued to the way Ava’s breasts bounce with every thrust and the way Ava’s ass ripples with every wet smack of their hips against one another. 

One more, baby. Just one more. 

Alright, darling. Get ready.

The minute Ava feels a hand coming up to grope at her breast and the other reaching down to circle at her clit, she knows she’s done for.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming, baby!”

“Fuck, Ava! Ava! I’m coming too! Fuck!”

This is going to be the best relationship of my life. 

I love you too, darling.

 

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Notes:

i'm pretty sure this is not what they meant when they called this giving tuesday but oh well. enjoy, you horny bastards! (affectionately) let me know if you want more or just if you enjoyed reading this. i check my inbox for comments every day cause, well, i am a whore for validation

anyway i'm on twitter as @luthorboy if you want to connect or whatever. take care, x