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Yvette Larkin ([personal profile] elsewherewolf) wrote2025-09-24 07:06 pm

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[personal profile] streetsweeper 2018-09-17 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Hi, Eve.

[ Anya stepped in and accepted a hug; she really did like Eve, and thought that if she could have had a sister, she'd want a sister like her. And while her not-quite-planned evening had gone well, she was still a little emotionally rocky, and the comfort was nice. ]

That will be nice, thank you.
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Re: [action]

[personal profile] streetsweeper 2018-09-17 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Anya sat down on the edge of the bed, holding the glass she'd been given in both hands, fidgeting nervously with the stem. ]

I. Well. Like I said, it didn't quite go as planned.

I got careless on my way home from work, and I tripped into a clutch of the red flowers.
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[personal profile] streetsweeper 2018-09-18 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Well, not immediately, I--I wasn't even sure what had happened at first. I couldn't see well. But by the time I got back to the castle, I could, ah, tell.

[ She blushed and shifted on the bed so that she could press her back to one of the bedposts and tuck her legs up to her chest. ]

I was afraid I might do something I would regret, so I asked Gleb if he would help me.
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[personal profile] streetsweeper 2018-09-19 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Anya laughed softly at Eve's enthusiasm, finally helping herself to a sip of the wine Eve had poured for her. ]

It's funny, we...we don't know each other well, but. We come from the same place, the same time. We speak the same language. It's...there's a certain kind of comfort in that, you know?

[ Maybe not, maybe it was silly, but it was how Anya felt. And she felt connected to Gleb in some way she couldn't describe. Something about him tugged at her, and it was both compelling, and terrifying. ]

He was so careful. I felt...safe.

[ She paused, then wrinkled her nose a little and ducked her head with a soft giggle. ]

I might have been a little insatiable, but he kept up.
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[personal profile] streetsweeper 2018-09-19 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. I don't know.

[ Her face turned an even deeper shade of pink as she huffed a soft, sheepish laugh. ]

I...liked being kissed. I liked the way he kissed me. And all the places he kissed me.
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[personal profile] streetsweeper 2018-09-20 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, goodness, no. I--couldn't think straight enough to even think about it.

[ She laughed again, fidgeting at the memory. ]

Besides, he--he might not like it, me telling him what to do. I don't know.
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[personal profile] streetsweeper 2018-09-22 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Strangely, even though Anya had spent an entire night having a lot of sex with Gleb, she couldn't say for sure what he liked. Tea? Order? She didn't even know what it was about her that he liked. Did he have a soft spot for street sweepers? Petite women? Blondes? Frightened girls he wanted to protect? It was all a mystery.

She could just ask, but honestly, who did that? ]


Oh. Um. Y-yes. I did.

...A few times, actually.
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[personal profile] streetsweeper 2018-09-27 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, please don't.

[ Anya ducked her head and hid her face behind her hand for a moment. ]

I don't even know what he--what he's thinking. It all happened so fast.
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[personal profile] streetsweeper 2018-09-27 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think I was amazing.

But...maybe he would? Like to do it again. I don't know. It seemed...he seemed like he...liked it.
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[personal profile] streetsweeper 2018-10-03 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Anya is now roughly the same shade as the wine that they're drinking. ]

Y-yes. At least, I'm--fairly sure he did? I would have known if he didn't, right? It isn't--I mean. It's an o-obvious thing.
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[personal profile] streetsweeper 2018-10-06 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah...there really wasn't a lot of 'afterwards.' [ There was a lot of sex, Eve, like a lot of sex and a lot of things that were like sex if not actual sex. Anya wasn't kidding when she said she was insatiable. That pollen does not fuck around. ] We sort of...fell asleep together.
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[personal profile] streetsweeper 2018-10-11 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Anya laughed helplessly and ducked her head, her hair falling over her face; it was a little embarrassing, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little smug. ]

I think I might have done just that.

I don't think it's dumb. We're friends, we want what's best for each other, don't we?

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