Javorcek
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 19, 2013
- Location
- United Sates - NY
Cooking always put Lena in the zone. Whenever she was stressed, whenever she was anxious, whenever there was just far too much on her mind, she knew that she could find comfort in making something delicious. As the chef puttered about, she hummed softly to herself, carefully stacking the perfectly poached eggs on top of the English muffins. By the time she was pouring the hollandaise sauce and sprinkling on a few micro-greens for color, she picked up the sounds of Haley moving around the apartment. Right on time…
Slender arms wrapped around her and Lena instinctively stopped what she was doing and rested her arms on top of Haley's. Her fingers played lightly over the pale skin, her lips parting slightly to wish her lover a 'good morning'…but before she could do so, a soft 'I love you' came from behind her.
"Yeah?" Lena asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice. She turned in Haley's arms, finding a slightly hungover, but incredibly serious looking girl staring back at her. The alpha broke out into a bright smile, eyes lighting up in joy. She had wanted to hear those words for so long…longer than their actual relationship, "I love you too…" she leaned down to kiss Haley, slow and sweet and with all the tender mushy feelings she had been holding onto for who knew how long. Then her lips began to wander, kissing Haley all over, moving down to work under her chin and to her throat…but then the scent of alcohol hit her. A worried frown replaced the absolute happiness that had been there a moment before as she pulled away to inspect her hungover little fool.
"Did you take the ibuprofen I left for you on the nightstand?" No. Of course she didn't. So Lena nipped at her and pat her behind to send her off on her way. "Go, go take it. And then we can have breakfast together. And thhheeennn uh, well, Jocelyn texted me that she's going to be out all day and not to worry." There was a very real possibility the two of them could have sex uninterrupted all day! But…Haley did look quite hungover still, with her eyes squinting just the slightest bit inresponse to the morning sun streaming in through the kitchen windows. "If - if you feel better, we could maybe fix this problem of you not being marked by me," Lena was starting to fidget and ramble, nervous about going down this new road in their relationship. She wasn't a virgin herself by any means, but she was a romantic and did put more stock into sex than she probably should. "If you want to, anyways. I could shift or we could just use a strap…" Lena trailed off.
"But only if you feel better. We can snuggle on the couch and goof off all day too," and Lena meant it too. She wasn't one of those huffy, puffy alphas that would make her beta service her. If Haley wanted to just cuddle, then that's what they would do.
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It felt like bright light accosted Jocelyn out of nowhere! One minute she was blissfully asleep, and the next she was getting blasted with the rays from the sun. With a displeased groan, she rolled over…right into a warm wall of muscle.
Ah…shit…
Her entire body was pleasantly sore from being ravished all night. Her throat felt a little scratchy from moaning for hours. And her head had that fuzzy, headachey, hangovery feeling from lots of cardio and a little too much alcohol. Usually, this wouldn't be such a bad way to wake up. But…well, she -really- wasn't supposed to sleep with coworkers. Like. -really- reeaaalllyyy wasn't supposed to. This was an HR nightmare. This was a potential lawsuit waiting to happen.
As far as 'stupid mistakes Jocelyn has made while drunk' went, this was pretty high on the list. This act of stupidity was only surpassed by that one time she had gotten super drunk as an undergrad and had slept with her close friend Haley. That had been awful…and awkward…and a huge mistake…. This too was a pretty colossal mistake. Jocelyn had no technical rank Lykos Industries yet but she was the boss's daughter! This was bad…real bad… But! She could spend the rest of her day being remorseful, beating herself up for this mistake. Orrrrr…she could dive down this hole of bad choices further. It wasn't like she could un-sleep with Elle…and it wasn't like sleeping with her some more would make things worse.
Jocelyn had all of the work week to be responsible. It was the weekend! This was what weekends were for!
So rather than lay there and contemplate an escape, a walk of shame, and how she would avoid Elle Monday morning, Jocelyn slung her leg over the other girl and gently hopped on top of her. She planted kisses along the wolf's bruised throat, licking and sucking over last night's hickeys and bite marks. When Elle immediately didn't awaken, she moved lower, kissing down her sternum and then over to her breasts, letting out a playful growl as her teeth came to lightly bite at a swiftly hardening nipple.
"Morning," Jocelyn grinned and perked up when Elle woke. "How do you feel about some room service, a shower, and maybe booking another night?"
~~~~~~~ 3 Months Ago ~~~~~~~~
"I love you, you dumbass!" Sasha snapped, angry tears in her eyes. She knew that Bellamy was hurt, physically and emotionally and she just…she just couldn't keep her temper in check, not when faced with this ghost of her Bellamy. It frustrated her, infuriated her, all these walls her lover built, all her recent efforts to push the wolf away…. Sasha could -feel- the dragon's sorrow and it killed her to love someone so much and not be able to take the pain away.
"I…I obviously can't help you, Bell," Sasha's voice grew small, the realization that she was only making things worse cut through her heart. "I love you so, so much. But you're not allowed to hurt me just because you're hurting too," the wolf sniffled, then swiped at her eyes to clear the tears. "Let me know when you want to talk…" and with that, Sasha grabbed her keys and left.
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Bellamy never did call her back.
It had been a day. Then two. Then a week. And then…then Sasha knew. Bellamy was just going to push her away.
That was it.
Their break-up had destroyed her. Sasha grieved the loss of all the foolish plans she had made in her head. Marriage, kids, naive little dreams she concocted when things had been perfect and Bellamy had been whole. Unwilling to have any reminders of her old life, she had left -everything- behind in their old apartment. She would have probably just left all her clothes there too had Haley not marched over there on her own, told Bellamy off for her, and retrieved some of her clothes.
Then the task of forgetting began. Her social media scrubbed clean, the few odds and ends that reminded her of Bellamy tossed out and replaced with something new. Places the pair of them would frequent were avoided. Songs that reminded her of her ex girlfriend were switched off.
Sasha had moved in with her sister and had stayed in a drunken stupor for weeks…at least until Haley ratted her out and her mother came over to 'help.' Alex had poured a bucket of cold water over her while she had been hungover in bed, then dragged her kicking and screaming to the bathroom before tossing her into the shower. (It was little wonder why Sasha had such trouble consoling people when she had Alex as a role model.) The promise that her mother would come do this shit again if she didn't ease up on the alcohol did make her find sobriety quite quickly though.
Recovery had been slow after that. Her friends and family had pushed and supported her for months until she felt like there was less of a gaping hole in her heart. It took a long time, but eventually Sasha was ready to get out there and be in the public eye once more.
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~~~~~~~ Present Day ~~~~~~~~~
"So, you ready for that photoshoot Sasha? With a Ms. Wainwright?" Glen, Sasha's manager, was quick to get her back on schedule and make up for the time she'd been off the pro-circuit. All of the top surfers were being scheduled for short interviews and photos for a seasonal spread in one of sports magazines. Sasha, despite her being under the radar for a few months, was not going to be spared this fanfare.
"Bellamy Wainwright?" Sasha panicked at the name. She had already been skittish about the interview, and now she was finding out that her ex was going to be taking the pictures?!?! No. No way! "Absolutely not. Find someone else. I'm not doing it."
"I know you and Ms. Wainwright have a history, Sasha…but she's the best in the business." Glen sighed at his client's unconvinced expression. "Look, it'll be five, ten minutes, tops, then you can carry on your day."
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Photo shoots are never, "five, ten minutes, tops." Whoever had scheduled all the shoots had decided to do so alphabetically by last name…so the youngest Reigns was stuck waiting until end of day for her turn. End of day - when the hair and make up people were itching to get out. End of day - when everyone had gone home, except for her and Bellamy…
Normally Sasha excelled at hiding her feelings. But when Bellamy was near her? When Bellamy touched her? When they were trapped in a room together with no one else around? Well, there was no hiding anything.
That's why she had been studiously avoiding the dragon for the last few months.
Now she wished she was back to hiding in her room.
It had been innocuous enough: Sasha's hair wasn't doing what it was supposed to so Bellamy came over to fix it. There was immediately that spark…the dragon called to her wolf and siren in a way no one else ever had. It was so immediate, the wolf -wanted- and so it took. Sasha was kissing Bellamy before she knew what happened.
Sasha knew that Bellamy would yield. If she pushed, the dragon would naturally bend to her and seek pleasure, trapped in a siren's spell that Sasha didn't even mean to cause. She wanted this too, so completely and violently. The storm inside of her swelled, her wolf howled, and her human mind…her rational mind…it said 'no.'
No, they could not do this. No, they could not want this.
The dragon was a tempest, set on a course to bring destruction to Sasha's finally healing heart. As good as this felt, she remembered how terrible things were when rational minds took over. She couldn't be a captive to their nature…it would only end in heartache again. And so with great effort, Sasha tore herself away, a pained whimper escaping her throat as she did so.
"Ineedtogo," she breathed out the words at once, and all but ran off the set and out of the building.
Slender arms wrapped around her and Lena instinctively stopped what she was doing and rested her arms on top of Haley's. Her fingers played lightly over the pale skin, her lips parting slightly to wish her lover a 'good morning'…but before she could do so, a soft 'I love you' came from behind her.
"Yeah?" Lena asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice. She turned in Haley's arms, finding a slightly hungover, but incredibly serious looking girl staring back at her. The alpha broke out into a bright smile, eyes lighting up in joy. She had wanted to hear those words for so long…longer than their actual relationship, "I love you too…" she leaned down to kiss Haley, slow and sweet and with all the tender mushy feelings she had been holding onto for who knew how long. Then her lips began to wander, kissing Haley all over, moving down to work under her chin and to her throat…but then the scent of alcohol hit her. A worried frown replaced the absolute happiness that had been there a moment before as she pulled away to inspect her hungover little fool.
"Did you take the ibuprofen I left for you on the nightstand?" No. Of course she didn't. So Lena nipped at her and pat her behind to send her off on her way. "Go, go take it. And then we can have breakfast together. And thhheeennn uh, well, Jocelyn texted me that she's going to be out all day and not to worry." There was a very real possibility the two of them could have sex uninterrupted all day! But…Haley did look quite hungover still, with her eyes squinting just the slightest bit inresponse to the morning sun streaming in through the kitchen windows. "If - if you feel better, we could maybe fix this problem of you not being marked by me," Lena was starting to fidget and ramble, nervous about going down this new road in their relationship. She wasn't a virgin herself by any means, but she was a romantic and did put more stock into sex than she probably should. "If you want to, anyways. I could shift or we could just use a strap…" Lena trailed off.
"But only if you feel better. We can snuggle on the couch and goof off all day too," and Lena meant it too. She wasn't one of those huffy, puffy alphas that would make her beta service her. If Haley wanted to just cuddle, then that's what they would do.
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It felt like bright light accosted Jocelyn out of nowhere! One minute she was blissfully asleep, and the next she was getting blasted with the rays from the sun. With a displeased groan, she rolled over…right into a warm wall of muscle.
Ah…shit…
Her entire body was pleasantly sore from being ravished all night. Her throat felt a little scratchy from moaning for hours. And her head had that fuzzy, headachey, hangovery feeling from lots of cardio and a little too much alcohol. Usually, this wouldn't be such a bad way to wake up. But…well, she -really- wasn't supposed to sleep with coworkers. Like. -really- reeaaalllyyy wasn't supposed to. This was an HR nightmare. This was a potential lawsuit waiting to happen.
As far as 'stupid mistakes Jocelyn has made while drunk' went, this was pretty high on the list. This act of stupidity was only surpassed by that one time she had gotten super drunk as an undergrad and had slept with her close friend Haley. That had been awful…and awkward…and a huge mistake…. This too was a pretty colossal mistake. Jocelyn had no technical rank Lykos Industries yet but she was the boss's daughter! This was bad…real bad… But! She could spend the rest of her day being remorseful, beating herself up for this mistake. Orrrrr…she could dive down this hole of bad choices further. It wasn't like she could un-sleep with Elle…and it wasn't like sleeping with her some more would make things worse.
Jocelyn had all of the work week to be responsible. It was the weekend! This was what weekends were for!
So rather than lay there and contemplate an escape, a walk of shame, and how she would avoid Elle Monday morning, Jocelyn slung her leg over the other girl and gently hopped on top of her. She planted kisses along the wolf's bruised throat, licking and sucking over last night's hickeys and bite marks. When Elle immediately didn't awaken, she moved lower, kissing down her sternum and then over to her breasts, letting out a playful growl as her teeth came to lightly bite at a swiftly hardening nipple.
"Morning," Jocelyn grinned and perked up when Elle woke. "How do you feel about some room service, a shower, and maybe booking another night?"
~~~~~~~ 3 Months Ago ~~~~~~~~
"I love you, you dumbass!" Sasha snapped, angry tears in her eyes. She knew that Bellamy was hurt, physically and emotionally and she just…she just couldn't keep her temper in check, not when faced with this ghost of her Bellamy. It frustrated her, infuriated her, all these walls her lover built, all her recent efforts to push the wolf away…. Sasha could -feel- the dragon's sorrow and it killed her to love someone so much and not be able to take the pain away.
"I…I obviously can't help you, Bell," Sasha's voice grew small, the realization that she was only making things worse cut through her heart. "I love you so, so much. But you're not allowed to hurt me just because you're hurting too," the wolf sniffled, then swiped at her eyes to clear the tears. "Let me know when you want to talk…" and with that, Sasha grabbed her keys and left.
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Bellamy never did call her back.
It had been a day. Then two. Then a week. And then…then Sasha knew. Bellamy was just going to push her away.
That was it.
Their break-up had destroyed her. Sasha grieved the loss of all the foolish plans she had made in her head. Marriage, kids, naive little dreams she concocted when things had been perfect and Bellamy had been whole. Unwilling to have any reminders of her old life, she had left -everything- behind in their old apartment. She would have probably just left all her clothes there too had Haley not marched over there on her own, told Bellamy off for her, and retrieved some of her clothes.
Then the task of forgetting began. Her social media scrubbed clean, the few odds and ends that reminded her of Bellamy tossed out and replaced with something new. Places the pair of them would frequent were avoided. Songs that reminded her of her ex girlfriend were switched off.
Sasha had moved in with her sister and had stayed in a drunken stupor for weeks…at least until Haley ratted her out and her mother came over to 'help.' Alex had poured a bucket of cold water over her while she had been hungover in bed, then dragged her kicking and screaming to the bathroom before tossing her into the shower. (It was little wonder why Sasha had such trouble consoling people when she had Alex as a role model.) The promise that her mother would come do this shit again if she didn't ease up on the alcohol did make her find sobriety quite quickly though.
Recovery had been slow after that. Her friends and family had pushed and supported her for months until she felt like there was less of a gaping hole in her heart. It took a long time, but eventually Sasha was ready to get out there and be in the public eye once more.
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~~~~~~~ Present Day ~~~~~~~~~
"So, you ready for that photoshoot Sasha? With a Ms. Wainwright?" Glen, Sasha's manager, was quick to get her back on schedule and make up for the time she'd been off the pro-circuit. All of the top surfers were being scheduled for short interviews and photos for a seasonal spread in one of sports magazines. Sasha, despite her being under the radar for a few months, was not going to be spared this fanfare.
"Bellamy Wainwright?" Sasha panicked at the name. She had already been skittish about the interview, and now she was finding out that her ex was going to be taking the pictures?!?! No. No way! "Absolutely not. Find someone else. I'm not doing it."
"I know you and Ms. Wainwright have a history, Sasha…but she's the best in the business." Glen sighed at his client's unconvinced expression. "Look, it'll be five, ten minutes, tops, then you can carry on your day."
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Photo shoots are never, "five, ten minutes, tops." Whoever had scheduled all the shoots had decided to do so alphabetically by last name…so the youngest Reigns was stuck waiting until end of day for her turn. End of day - when the hair and make up people were itching to get out. End of day - when everyone had gone home, except for her and Bellamy…
Normally Sasha excelled at hiding her feelings. But when Bellamy was near her? When Bellamy touched her? When they were trapped in a room together with no one else around? Well, there was no hiding anything.
That's why she had been studiously avoiding the dragon for the last few months.
Now she wished she was back to hiding in her room.
It had been innocuous enough: Sasha's hair wasn't doing what it was supposed to so Bellamy came over to fix it. There was immediately that spark…the dragon called to her wolf and siren in a way no one else ever had. It was so immediate, the wolf -wanted- and so it took. Sasha was kissing Bellamy before she knew what happened.
Sasha knew that Bellamy would yield. If she pushed, the dragon would naturally bend to her and seek pleasure, trapped in a siren's spell that Sasha didn't even mean to cause. She wanted this too, so completely and violently. The storm inside of her swelled, her wolf howled, and her human mind…her rational mind…it said 'no.'
No, they could not do this. No, they could not want this.
The dragon was a tempest, set on a course to bring destruction to Sasha's finally healing heart. As good as this felt, she remembered how terrible things were when rational minds took over. She couldn't be a captive to their nature…it would only end in heartache again. And so with great effort, Sasha tore herself away, a pained whimper escaping her throat as she did so.
"Ineedtogo," she breathed out the words at once, and all but ran off the set and out of the building.
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