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Lev is sitting at a coffeeshop, eating a cookie, studying electrical engineering, and absently contemplating suicide in the manner of someone who is not actually going to kill himself but is not quite ready to give up all hope.
He sips at his iced tea. It's weird. It tastes a little fruitier than usual. Maybe they're trying a new recipe? It's good, though, and it doesn't take long before he finishes it.
Leia should touch her clit, that's what should happen. And kiss her, and pull her hair, and-- Leia has never, ever been this happy before--
It's so good, Leia is so good, Sasha's so in love, it's been so long since it was this good —
It's never actually been this good before, nothing could possibly go wrong, she loves Sasha and trusts her so much and doesn't have to worry about anything and--
"I'm not going to last very long," she says.
She closes her eyes and--
--thinks about going clothes shopping with Sasha, Sasha putting on her makeup, Sasha braiding her hair, watching the L Word with Sasha, Sasha complaining about cramps like she would with another girl, Sasha running her hands along Leia's soft freshly shaved skin, hearing Sasha call her 'Leia' and 'my girlfriend,' wearing dresses and skirts and tights and high heels and bras and sexy little panties, grinding on Sasha and being eaten out by Sasha and being fingered by Sasha and-- and fucking Sasha-- and it's okay because it's a strapon and because Sasha knew to call it a strapon and-- and all the thoughts are so much hotter than they've ever been because they're all going to happen because Sasha is okay with all of it and loves her and wants her to be happy and thinks of her as a girl and likes it when she wears skirts, and these aren't even fantasies anymore they're plans--
finishes.
And she reaches down and starts rubbing her clit and smiling into her shoulder and--
--and he is aware that he looks awful in a dress and he just had unprotected sex with someone he knew for a week who was previously employed as a survival sex worker and he can remember feeling such warmth and affection and love for her but now when he looks at her he just sees a stranger but it's a stranger that knows everything about him and--
Oh fuck.
— and she just had unprotected sex with someone she's known for a week and she knows that feeling of sudden overwhelming love and she's pulling away and — her hands are shaking —
She can't get words out. She shakes her head. Her hands are still shaking.
"...oh god someone dosed you, fuck-- I'm so sorry--" He yanks down the dress so it covers his dick and pulls a sheet over Sasha-- it might not help-- fuck-- "what do you need --do you need me to leave, I can leave--"
At "someone dosed you" the silence breaks and she curls up in a ball and makes a choked sound that might be a sob. She's still not managing words.
"Hey, hey, it's okay-- it's going to be okay-- everything's all right-- you're safe now--" He reaches out to rub circles on her back in a comforting way.
It shouldn't help she doesn't actually know Leia at all but her first and overwhelming impression of Leia was of love and warmth and safety and — she curls into Leia's touch —
"It's okay, it'll be all right, we'll-- figure out who did this and then you don't have to ever drink anything they gave you ever again--"
She doesn't want to be thinking about this but she can't not — when did she meet Leia, at work a week ago, what had she been drinking, a —
"My — coworker, I think — fuck —"
"--I'd be like 'you can quit and live with me until you find a new job' but uh. You might not want to. Considering."
"But you don't and — and I haven't had a shift all week because my manager set us up — fuck —"
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