Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong

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(I'm at the point where even the word "coffee" brings up sexual associations. So I'm just going to dance around for a while, and give you this, from Victor's story. This is not long after Capri's recovery from the Purges. There's coffee in it.)

He entered the lobby, sipping his coffee, paper bag in his other hand, and was startled by a flash of red in his peripheral vision. He walked briskly around the corner to see Capri. Poor scared little thing. She relaxed a bit when she saw it was him. “Victor, hi.”

“Hey, kiddo. Not trusting the shields yet?”

She looked a little embarrassed. “I guess. I still… I hear someone come in, I get spooked.”

“Hey,” he said quietly. She looked up, big blue eyes in that delicate little face. “We’ll keep you safe.”

She half-smiled and ducked her head down. “I know.”

“I know it’s hard not to worry.”

“Yeah.” Shifting from one foot to the other, she changed the subject. “What’re you doing out so early, anyway?”

“Ah.” He blushed. “I was not in last night.”

“On duty all night?”

“No, I… was with a lady friend, if you must know.” He started walking toward the dining hall, knowing that she would follow.

“You have a girlfriend!”

He paused and looked pack at her. How much did I know about this stuff when I was thirteen? “Not a girlfriend, really. Just a friend who I’m close to.”

“Victor! Did you have sex?”

He nearly choked on his coffee as he spun to look at her. She looked avid, happy, sparkling. Gods below. How did I get into this? “I – yes. Yes, I did.”

“Was it your first time?”

“No,” he replied faintly.

“Do you think she’ll become your girlfriend? Do you think you’ll marry her?”

“Gods, Capri – I don’t know!”

“Am I pushing you?”

That was quiet. A total change of tone. He looked back at her again. Dejected, this time. “Honey, no,” he said softly.

“I know I can be pushy. I just – I don’t get out much.”

“We’re the only people you get to talk to, so you extract the maximum amount of information, huh?”

She nodded. “And I don’t want to bug you. I don’t want people annoyed with me.”

“I’m not annoyed. I’m just sort of flustered. I didn’t really expect to be talking about sex.”

It was her turn to blush, almost as deep a red as her hair. “Sorry. I’m just curious.”

“I don’t mind you being curious, Capri. It’s just that you’re only thirteen, and I don’t know how appropriate it is for me to be discussing my sex life with you.”

She paused, clearly wanting to say something. Expressions warred on her face, eventually settling on frustration. She nodded. “Okay.”

“So. Wanna talk about something else?”

She shrugged. “What’s in the bag?”

“Muffins from Tyka’s.”

Her face lit up. “Oh, I remember her muffins! Which ones do you have?”

“Cinnamon oat bran.”

“My favorite,” she sighed wistfully.

He pulled one out and handed it to her with a half-bow. “For you, then, milady.”

She stopped dead in her tracks, looking down at the muffin.


When she looked back up, her eyes were heavy with tears. “I didn’t think I’d ever get one again,” she whispered.

He took her hand. “Oh, Capri.”

“I just – I don’t know. I don’t know when I’m getting out, and I used to go there with my mom, and I – my old life is over, you know? And I thought Tyka’s muffins – I thought I’d never get them again.”

“Hey,” he said quietly, making her look up. “Listen. Whenever I spend the night with one of my, my lady friends… I will bring you coffee and a muffin in the morning. Okay?”

One of your lady friends? You have more than one?”

Victor rolled his eyes. “Not this again…"

“You’re a player,” she giggled.

“I am not,” he replied loftily. “I’m just popular.”

“You’re a tramp.”

“Eat your muffin, kid,” he said, mock-glaring.


And yes, these two end up schtupping. And they both schtup Kieran. And there are threesomes. Kinky ones. And hi. Hot coffee and cold shower for the 'song.

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