[1/2]
The curve of her breasts drove her mad. As her lover sprawled out across the bed, her hair splashing over the pillow like a dark, lifeless sea, she could appreciate nothing more than the sheer beauty that was Alyssa. Eva smiled softly before leaning over her classmate's body and gently brushing her warm lips across her collarbones. The skin she tasted was soft and always sweet. Yet as much as this spot's attentions made Alyssa moan in delight, it wasn't nearly as delicious as other places on the girl's body. Eva hungered for them, more now than she usually did. The ache for Alyssa was always there, of course. Ever since she'd had her first taste, Eva was addicted. It was something at the forefront of her mind, like an itch she couldn't scratch. Meeting her in the Computer Lounge would sate her desires, but never for long enough.
Alyssa's eyes fluttered closed, cherishing the feeling of Eva's smooth lips dancing over her. She could feel her skin ablaze with heat even though she was lying naked on the bed during wintertime. In her own room she would be freezing, no matter how she were dressed and burrowed underneath the covers. Eva was enough to incite a raging fire within her, one that roared when she was close, and had kindled embers when she wasn't near.
Her lips trailed over Alyssa's skin, tongue daring to flick gently every so often. Further down she went, past the collarbones, over the plain, and to the gentle peaks she sought. Eva gave a delighted gasp, cupping her lover's breasts gently in her hands. Alyssa moaned appreciatively, locking a loving gaze with Eva before the latter closed her eyes and wrapped her lips softly around her nipple. She sucked softly, shivering with delight at the sweetness she tasted in her mouth. There was only one other place on Alyssa's body which tasted more blissful than what she was cradling with her tongue now.
Moaning, Alyssa arched her back a little. Short gasps escaped her lips as she ran her fingers through Eva's hair, daring to wrap her fingers around a few strands and give an appreciative pull. Eva moaned in reply, sending beautiful vibrations through Alyssa. Her tongue moved so fast that Alyssa felt a dizziness spreading over her. "Eva..." Alyssa called in a heavy whisper.
[2/2]
Eva looked up, smiling at the sound of her lover's calls. "Alyssa..." She returned, before making a long, warm trail down the girl's stomach with her soft tongue. Eva could feel Alyssa shivering with delight as she went lower, heading towards what each of them desired now more than all else. Taking each of her thighs gently in her hands, Eva parted Alyssa's legs, smiling appreciatively at what she saw. The brown thatch of hair that drove her wild with hunger... and what lay beneath it.
The pair took their places silently, Eva kneeling on the floor gratefully, Alyssa laying on the edge of the bed before her. With only a look between them to prepare her, Eva leaned close and began to softly flick her tongue across that which haunted her every moment. In response, Alyssa arched her back, moaning softly at first, until Eva's tongue quickened its pace. The heat was rising within her, like waves. It was slow at first, until it became so prominent that Alyssa writhed and began clawing at the sheets behind her. Eva's eyes wandered up over Alyssa's body, seeing her breasts gently swaying while she called out to her, moaning her name amongst incomprehensible sounds of delight. Alyssa's gasps were growing more urgent, letting Eva know her lover was about to come.
Alyssa felt the warmth inside her building, causing her to clutch the sheets within her hands with all her might. As she was overtaken, Eva still licking her warmest, softest spot with feverish delight, Alyssa let out a scream of release, hips jerking. Eva's eyes flashed as she was greeted with the nectar that she could never drink enough of. It was sweet and blissfully tart all at the same time. Eva drank until there was no more. Alyssa went limp, body continuing to spasm delightfully. She closed her eyes, unable to move. From beside her, Eva crawled up onto the bed and took her body in her arms. The warmth between them made both the girls smile.
"I love you, Alyssa..." Eva whispered, wrapping her arms around Alyssa and pulling her as close to her body as she could.
"I love you too, Eva..." Alyssa breathed in reply before giving a soft smile of contentment and snuggling close.
why?
It's crazy how much work people put into this.
how much work
The fic is less than five thousand characters. The Scheme code for this site is over a quarter of a million.
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12 779 4629$ cd schemebbs
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252484hola estoy probando esta madre
very hot
nice
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>>9
Thanks it's pretty cool!
I never got where the link between Lisp (specifically Scheme/SICP) and Anime came from? Is there some meme I don't know of?
>>11
I know it was a meme on /g/, and since imageboards are influenced by japaneese culture, it's imaginable that it was just the aggregation of the two.
>>11,12
The link between tech geeks and anime fans has a long history. See, for instance, one of the oldest public UNIX systems still running, SDF, which was created in 1987 as a BBS for discussing anime. And you can find old Usenet posts that are indistinguishable from modern anime shitposting save for the specific series they discuss. As for SICP, it always had a sort of cult status in the CS community so it was perhaps inevitable that it got mixed into that, but I imagine Serial Experiments Lain threw some fuel on the fire with its references to MIT hacker culture including Lisp and SICP.
However, the most direct antecedent of the unscientific and ultimately destructive obsession with Scheme/SICP has to be the old /prog/, which took the extant reverence for SICP and memed the hell out of it. I was a latecomer there so I only experienced it when it was already beset with spammers, but my impression was that while many of its members did watch anime, it actually had more crossboarders shared with /jp/ than with /a/, which is why a lot of the SICP memes are not actually anime but Touhou, such as the "Abelson Stole the Precious Course" video linked to at the front page of this site or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHk42kDwesM. That obsession naturally spilled over into /g/ as well and got caught up in that board's stronger anime influence and imageboard culture so that nowadays you see a lot of pictures of anime girls holding SICP or whatever, but in the end /g/ does not care much about Lisp and its SICP memeing feels superficial at best.
Saw this on another board recently https://bunkerchan.xyz/anime/res/101.html#5588 and, while it's a bit more graphic than I'd like, I thought it would work for Eva/Alyssa as well, with minimal modification.
https://invidious.snopyta.org/watch?v=ylvuRp2IG-g
I wake up in the morning
And I raise my sleepy head
I've got your soft breast for a pillow
In your arms was last night's bed
My queen knows where we're going
Only we know where we've been
I'm your partner on this road
Your faithful lover
An anchor in your wind
When we're brought into this world
They say we're born in sin
But our feelings for each other
Are far too strong to ever dim
Well they tell us that we're tainted
But if this is tainted then
I don't care for their morals
This is the purest love for us
Just try to stop us if they can
I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Feed me now but know the truth
I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Lyss' I'll never not want
Your taste on my tongue
You're my only one
Feed me your cunt
They ask about our conscience
And I offer you my soul
They ask of conjured spirits
Yours is the spirit I adore
You ask me if I can taste love
And if I like to lick you in the rain
Well, I've made my love come
And I've felt you sag down
I've held you when you came
Come now in a blaze of glory
Feed me now but know the truth
I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Lyss' I'll never not want
Your taste on my tongue
You're my precious one
Feed me your cunt
Each night we go to bed
I pray my queen my soul to keep
No I ain't looking just for pleasure
But before we go to sleep
Lyss', I got to ask a favor
And I hope You'll understand
'Cause I'll always crave your nectar
Let me taste you without end
Staring at your petals
Let me lick you where you stand
Come now in a blaze of glory
Feed me now but know the truth
I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Lyss' I'll never not want
Your taste on my tongue
You're my only one
Feed me your cunt
>>13
Expanding on this, /jp/ is known for invasive crossposters, the drama flavour ones are in their terminology "teenbros".
This spoiler text is not relevant but have fun reading and researching it. There's an official touhou anime that's highly concealed and only shown at nippon theaters rarely, zun approved it. The awkward nature of how it got made makes it more like a movie if you don't consider that "anime". Since I haven't seen it I don't know what characters could be "anime", which is sad since the ''gamers'' store man is an official touhou character from that, one of the few males. That manager might as well be crossposting in anime form. It's still more fun to claim it isn't an anime on the internet. Zun's lore is a cup of beer anyway, ignore I suck massive cocks.
http://vrici.lojban.org/~cowan/tiresias.html
Gender bender erotica written thirty years ago by John Cowan, now the chair of R7RS-large. Tragically, it descends into hetero, but you can just read the first couple sections for the yuri stuff. He manages a few good lines, but the staccato writing style and the general lack of sensuality make it hard to imagine anyone actually getting off to the story.
test
>>17
Why?
>>17
There's >>>/test/ for this.
>>19
/sandbox/
>>11-13
Even CSAIL is in on the memes, although they misidentify Suigintou from Rozen Maiden as a Touhou:
https://twitter.com/MIT_CSAIL/status/1358810822659637253
>>21
bruh all bullet curtains look like touhou to me the simplicity in anime even makes it worse suigintou is obviously just a sadistic doll aya with long white hair
will mit give me a phd in /prog/ology for this poorly worded oneline thesis or are they currently incapable of more impure state mutations
“May I borrow your laptop?”
“Okay. Where’s yours?”
“No clue. Oh, and I need your SICP homework, too.”
“Why?”
“I need to copy it.”
“I’m not letting you do that!”
“Are we or are we not dating now, Eva?”
“Yes, but—”
“And do I or do I not give you several screaming orgasms a day?”
“You do. Are you saying your giving me orgasms is conditional on my allowing you to copy my homework?”
“Hm. Well I hadn’t thought about it that way, but…would that work?”
“No!”
“Even if I promised not to copy verbatim, just to use it as…inspiration?”
“Alyssa, why didn’t you just write your homework while I was writing mine yesterday?”
“Because I was too busy ogling your tits to concentrate. Do you know they are clearly visible when you wear that red jumper you love so much?”
“I…No, you’re not going to distract me. We need to talk about this. You have to concentrate on school! With your…history, you’ll need good marks if you’re to have a successful career after school.”
“A career? Me? You’re mad. No one’s going to hire me. I tried to leak war crimes footage to Assange. Nope, I’m going to have to become a kept woman. Hopefully by you.”
“Alyssa! That’s not funny. You need good grades to make something of yourself.”
“Ugh, must we have this argument again? How about I show you what I was thinking about while we were in Databases, hm?”
“That’s not going to work. Alyssa, no! What are you doing?”
“If you can’t tell, it’s been too long. Ooh, pink knickers, my favorite.”
“Oh for…come out from under my skirt this instant—!”
“You don’t really want me to, do you? After all, if I come out, I can do this.”
“Oh fu…No! We can’t do that right now, we have to study for…Oh God!”
“I…mmm, am studying. I’m studying your anatomy. Spread your legs, Eva.”
“Alyssa!”
“Yeah, scream my name.”
“…”
“Better?”
“You can’t just…perform cunnilingus…on me…to shut me up!”
“Evidently I can. So, SICP homework?”
“I'll help you write it, but no copying!”
“That’ll do.”
**
There it was.
Alyssa sped up her walk as she spotted the last copy of a new book sitting on the shelf. A flash of black caught her eye, and she looked in disbelief at another woman speeding towards the same book she was. Alyssa broke into a run, cursing as the other woman started running too, and she was slightly farther ahead and Alyssa wasn’t sure if she could keep up…
Until the other woman stumbled slightly (served her right, wearing those ridiculous heels), allowing Alyssa to shoot ahead and grab the book from the shelf seconds before the other woman got there.
“Gotcha!”
“Damn it! Give it to me!”
Alyssa gasped at her. “Absolutely not.”
“I was in the store first!”
Well, that wasn’t technically wrong, Alyssa had seen the other woman in the store before her. But still! “That doesn’t count! I grabbed it first!”
“I saw it first!”
“No you didn’t!”
“Yes I did!”
“How can you even prove that?”
“Well- I-”
“Exactly. And even if you could prove it, it doesn’t matter, because I grabbed the book first!”
“But I was going to get it first!”
“But you didn’t!”
The other woman growled at her and stomped her foot. “Oh, come on! It’s the last one on the shelf, and literally every other bookstore around here is out!”
“And you think I’m not in the same predicament? Back off, it’s mine!”
The other woman took a deep breath and actually seemed to calm down. When she wasn’t up in her face, Alyssa found that she was actually very pre- no, no Alyssa, you’re supposed to be mad at her.
“Okay. How about this. I will give you-” She checked the price tag- “3 dollars. 20% of the actual price. When you finish the book, you lend it to me until I finish, and then you can get it back.”
Alyssa bit her lip. It actually wasn’t a bad idea, and she certainly had sympathy for the woman, after all, she would feel much the same if the woman hadn’t stumbled and gotten the book in her stead. And she could always appreciate a fellow book lover (the fact that the woman was getting prettier by the minute had nothing to do with the decision. Nope. Not at all.)
“Well- alright. But I have to have insurance that you won’t just run off with it when you’re done with it.”
“And I need insurance that you won’t just walk off after this conversation and never get it to me.”
Alyssa considered her. “I guess that’s fair.”
“Right. I’ll need your number, then.”
Ignoring the blush rising to her cheeks, Alyssa nodded. “Right. O-of course. Here, I’ll just, um- well. Here’s mine.”
Smirking, the woman put the number into her phone and started out of the door.
“Wait! I, er- I didn’t catch your name.”
The woman turned around slowly and smiled at her.
“Eva. Eva Lu Ator.”
**
She was back again, Alyssa noted absently as the bell above the shop door jingled merrily upon the opening of the door. The pretty woman always looked so stressed, and spent a few hours every couple of days holed up in one of the corner tables with a laptop, some tattered and much-used notebooks, and a stack of old reference books. Likely a student at the university not far from the coffeeshop, Alyssa assumed. It was a bit strange for her to be coming in so close to closing, especially on a Sunday, but Alyssa was simply glad to see her. Even if she still didn’t know her name or much of anything about her.
“Good afternoon,” she greeted the tired-looking but still beautiful woman. Her wild hair was pulled up into a fluffy-looking bun atop her head today, and the bags beneath her eyes weren’t quite so deep as they usually were. “Triple-shot latte with caramel?” she guessed, and the woman smiled. It was the first time Alyssa had seen a true smile on her face, rather than just a polite upturn of the lips as was more common for her to display.
“Good afternoon,” the woman replied, and Alyssa blinked a few times in surprise. Usually her interaction with this woman would consist of a muttered ‘morning’ or ‘afternoon’ and a blunt coffee order, occasionally with the addition of a pastry or snack, so this was quite out of the ordinary. Alyssa wouldn’t complain, though. “I’m sorry for my horrible manners these past few weeks,” the woman continued, still smiling – though now it seemed embarrassed. Her cheeks had darkened slightly, and Alyssa’s heart skipped a beat.
‘Oh, no,’ she thought, ‘she’s cute as well as beautiful.’
“That’s quite alright,” she managed to respond, keeping her voice as calm as she usually did. “I can tell you’ve been quite stressed.” There was a pause. “Triple-strength with caramel, or something else today?” she asked when the woman didn’t speak.
“I—” the woman paused, took a deep breath, and determination flashed across her face. “I was actually wondering if I could treat you to dinner? Since you close in half an hour,” she added.
Alyssa was charmed – this beautiful woman was so awkward, and yet she forged onwards bravely.
“Actually, you know what, that was creepy of me, I’m sorry,” the woman babbled when Alyssa didn’t respond for a moment, her cheeks now much darker with her blush. Alyssa reached out and caught one of the hands that the flustered woman was waving around, managing to silence and still her with just that meagre contact. Alyssa smiled, a little shy but genuinely happy for the invite.
“I’d like that,” she responded simply.
**
Her name was Eva, and she’d been frantically working to finish her first draft of her PhD during those hours she’d spent in the coffeeshop at which Alyssa worked. She’d been struggling, she admitted – much later, true, but a confession was a confession – to finish her thesis, and Alyssa’s smile had, according to her, been enough to push her to continue when she felt like giving up. Her best friends had teased her for it, and she’d finally sworn that as soon as she’d submitted her draft for review by her supervisor, she would ask Alyssa on a date.
Alyssa was very glad she had. She’d been fond of Eva since the moment she saw her, something in her chest reacting to the woman’s presence as if they were meant to meet and be together, and so she was immensely pleased that they were now dating. And about to move in together, now that Eva had gained a position at the university and Alyssa’s father had finally recovered enough from his car accident that she didn’t need to live with him anymore.
She looked around their new apartment, smiling happily to herself as she listened to Ben, Cy, and Louis argue over something in the study, the three men soon interrupted by Eva’s strict tones ordering them about. Julie wandered into the kitchen, a box labelled ‘crockery’ in her hands, and set it gently on the counter.
“Good thoughts, Alyssa?” she asked, and Alyssa smiled even brighter at her childhood friend, who she never would have reconnected with if she’d not met Eva.
“Very,” she admitted easily, and then giggled when Eva’s arms wrapped around her waist from behind and a kiss pressed against her cheek.
“Glad to see you happy, Sunshine,” Eva murmured against her cheek, and then was gone again a moment later. Julie just laughed at Alyssa’s startled and then pleased smile, and Alyssa returned to her unpacking.
Life had gotten much better for Alyssa since the day Eva walked into her coffeeshop and asked her out to dinner, and she was immensely happy for the woman’s presence in her life.
**
Who is Julie? Julie Sussman?
>>26 Has to be.
[Year One]
There was barely an empty inch of space in the living room of Julie’s Boston flat, thanks to the array of costumed people dancing in all sorts of appropriate and inappropriate ways, but somehow Alyssa had managed to secure herself a corner where no one else was, in a prime spot to watch all the goings on at the Halloween party.
But she was so focused on watching one person in particular — a brunette sporting a long black tail and small pointy ears and dressed head to toe in such a skintight black leather outfit that it made Alyssa drool just thinking of what was under it — that she didn’t even hear the redhead in the pirate costume sidle up next to her until she stuck a lemon bar right under her nose and made Alyssa blink in surprise.
“You should just go up to her and tell her,” Julie said as Alyssa took the lemon bar — her fifth in the past hour — from her outstretched hand.
Alyssa frowned at her friend. “Tell her I like her lemon bars?”
A smile spread across Julie’s face, and she laughed. “If you must,” she said. “But I rather meant you should tell her you’d like to take her out.”
Alyssa put the lemon bar in her mouth so she didn’t have to answer, but she could feel the heat burning up her entire face.
“Oh, come on, Alyssa,” Julie said, and she elbowed her in the side. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I see the way you look at her. The way you’re looking at her.”
“I am doing no such thing!” Alyssa protested, but she wondered if she was really that obvious and vowed to be more careful. It wouldn’t do if people besides Julie knew she had feelings for someone she most definitely shouldn’t have feelings for.
[Year Two]
This time, it was Eva alone in the corner, and she most definitely wasn’t pleased about it. She crossed her arms and glared at the bushy-haired girl in the clown costume — what kind of person dressed up as a clown these days anyway? — who hadn’t stopped talking to Julia Bowman for the past three hours. Not that she was paying attention or anything.
A sharp poke in her side drew her eyes away from the one girl she didn’t want to have eyes on anyway, and as she turned her head, her gaze hardened into a glare. But Julie did not seem to mind in the least. She just smiled and tipped her glass at Eva.
“You know,” Julie said after taking a sip of her drink. “She would say yes if you asked her.”
Eva stilled, just slightly, before releasing a breath and forcing herself to act natural. Or not even act. She was natural. What was Julie blathering on about anyway?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eva said.
“Sure you don’t,” Julie said. “Because neither of you is making eyes at the other when you think no one is watching.”
“Again,” Eva said, and she tried to find somewhere else to focus her attention, but for Euclid’s sake, why was the stupid clown in her line of sight again? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s fine,” Julie said, and she sounded so casual about it, Eva had an urge to scream. “I just thought I’d throw it out there. Do as you will.”
Julie sauntered away. Eva couldn’t help but roll her eyes. There was one thing in this world she most definitely was never going to do, and that was ask Alyssa on a date.
Never.
Ever.
Ever.
Ever.
Right?
[Year Three]
The burlesque dancer costumes were scattered across the floor. A dress here, a high heel there, a few necklaces over that way.
The two previously costumed women had other things on their minds.
Eva slipped a finger inside her girlfriend as she kissed from her neck to her chest and down her stomach.
“Isn’t this better than a party?” Eva whispered into Alyssa’s taut flesh.
“Julie’s going to kill us for missing it,” Alyssa gasped, a moan leaving her lips just after the words.
Eva looked up, caught Alyssa’s eyes and smirked. “I can handle Julie tomorrow,” she said. “But tonight I’m handling you.”
She thrust a second finger inside and twisted hard. Alyssa closed her eyes.
“Yes,” she managed. “You’re right. We can definitely deal with Julie tomorrow.”
**
Later, she would blame it on the mood of the party — on the inky blackness of the Three Rewrites, lit only with the soft orange glow of a thousand Jack O’Lanterns floating in the air, on the haunting music played by the band of ghosts, occasionally interspersed by tunes that practically pulled you out of your chair and forced you out on to the dance floor. But mostly, she would blame it on the heat of the bodies swarming around her and, especially, on the one who had been tantalizing close to the far edge of her sight the entire night.
That one was dressed as a kitten, the tight black suit showing off every curve of her lithe body, making it hard for Alyssa to look at anything else. The black mask she had on covered the top half of her face, but not the smirk of her lips or the way her tongue kept running over her teeth, almost daring Alyssa to taste that perfect mouth for herself.
Alyssa had forced herself to keep her distance, to dance with Louis and Ben and Julie. She had tried her hardest not to look, and not to desire, and not to burn with envy when the kitten smirked at her before dancing entirely too close to Ada.
They had made a pact, Eva and Alyssa, on those dark, quiet nights when only the sound of their breathing could be heard in one of their small bedrooms — it was too soon to tell anyone, it was too early to go public. It had been years since competing for valedictorian, years since they were truly enemies — if they even ever had been — but Alyssa’s best friends still didn’t trust Eva. And Eva’s parents would be horrified to know the girl she was dating wasn’t of noble birth. High society as a whole would still judge them for their choices.
Which is why it was a good plan, to keep it just between them. It was a sane plan. It was Alyssa’s plan.
But looking over at Eva, watching her dance much too close to Ada, who was laughing and whispering in Eva’s ear…
Damn the plan.
“I’ll be right back,” Alyssa said to Ben and Louis, who were too busy debating the latest football match to even notice her. She placed her drink down on the closest table and made her way through the crowd, the full skirt of the princess costume Eva had dared her to wear getting snagged by the crowd of dancers.
She passed behind Eva, close enough that the satin of her dress brushed the black fur of Eva’s costume, whispering as she went, “Bathroom. Three minutes. Don’t be late.”
•••
Alyssa was sitting on the edge of the counter, her dress spread out around her, when Eva came in, exactly on time.
“Good girl,” Alyssa said as soon as the door closed behind Eva. She lifted her hand, signaling Eva to lock it.
Eva smirked. “I think people might notice when the bathroom is locked for an inordinate amount of time.”
“Let them notice.”
“And when they notice when we walk out together?”
Alyssa took a breath. “Let them notice that, too.”
Eva quirked a brow at her. “Are you sure?”
“Are you going to keep asking questions or are you going to fuck me?”
Eva’s smirk curved into a grin. And then she was across the room, standing between Alyssa’s legs, leaning over her but not actually touching her.
“I’ve always wanted to taste a princess,” Eva hummed, and then she dropped out of sight.
Alyssa started to sit up but was stopped by the feeling of something furry against her leg, slowly stroking its way up. It was almost intoxicating, not being able to see Eva beneath the folds of her dress but feeling Eva’s cat-gloves caressing the skin of her legs, moving over her ankles and her shins, past her knees and up her thighs. And then…
Alyssa moaned as a finger was placed in the center of her knickers, pressing hard against her.
“I can feel how wet you are even through my gloves,” came Eva’s muffled voice, somewhere beneath Alyssa’s dress. Eva rubbed her finger back and forth, almost painfully slow. Alyssa shifted on the counter, trying to get Eva to move faster, but instead a fur-covered hand grabbed hold of her thigh, holding her in place.
Alyssa leaned her head back, resting it against the mirror. Part of her wanted to tell Eva to come up, so they could both take off their clothes and go at it properly on the counter of the Three Rewrites' bathroom, but there was something in the agonizing way Eva was stroking her, something about the friction of the cloth of her knickers mixed with the pressure of Eva’s finger rubbing against her most intimate places.
Eva’s fingers were moving faster now, and as Alyssa shifted again, she felt Eva push on her thigh, spreading her open wider.
And then, just when Alyssa didn’t think she could take it anymore, she felt her knickers pushed to the side and the fur of Eva’s glove make contact with her body.
Alyssa groaned, on the verge of telling Eva not to put those gloves inside her, but it was too late.
Her hips jerked at the sensation and somewhere beneath her she heard the rumble of Eva’s laugh, but then something warm and wet was latching around Alyssa’s clit and sucking hard and a second fur-covered finger had joined the first and both were plunging hard and fast deep inside of her and suddenly Alyssa didn’t care that maybe it was unsanitary nor did she care that they were both entirely clothed or that they were in a public bathroom and not in the privacy of their own lofts. All she cared about was the woman below her and the curl of pleasure that was growing inside her, until finally, as Eva’s teeth bit down on Alyssa’s clit, that pleasure exploded, leaving Alyssa crying out as her body shuddered under Eva’s ministrations.
It took Alyssa a few seconds to come back to herself. She opened her eyes to see Eva standing up again, wiping her mouth with a now very wet furry glove.
“Princesses taste good,” Eva said, and there was that smirk again. “Want to see how a cat tastes?”
Alyssa didn’t have to be asked twice.
•••
[1/4]
Alyssa never liked the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift.
Ada told her that it was spaniel of some kind and Alyssa had rolled her eyes and snarked," Yes, very helpful, Ada. 'A spaniel of some kind' - it is a wonder that you have not been expelled yet for your incredible lack of brains!"
Her mother scolded her for being rude to her sister and told Alyssa that, even if she had moved out, she wasn't too old to be grounded for bullying her sister.
Alyssa stuck her tongue out but relented.
She said a very sour thank you to Ada for the fluffy abomination and resolved to get her sister back for giving her something unwanted.
The puppy loved the tall creature that she was bought for.
Her tail wagged happily as the woman - one of three blondes in the room - stared down at her.
They were all talking - presumably about her - and her tail wagged even faster.
The tallest one - her human - was yelling about something.
She jumped up, tail wagging as she yapped happily.
"I love you!" She barked," You are so pretty! I love you so much!"
Her human barely gave her a glance.
Alyssa never liked the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift.
She named the dog Sadie.
It was a pretty name for a very annoying dog.
Alyssa didn't understand how the thing had gotten so attached to her.
It followed her everywhere, somehow deciding that Alyssa was the one for her - the pack leader, the alpha in their home, the one whose bed was always warm.
She could scarcely come home from her work without it yapping at her, tail wagging happily.
Alyssa couldn't even go to the bathroom without it following her, sitting down on the floor and staring up at her when she took a bath or making itself comfortable on her feet as she brushed her teeth.
Regardless of how annoying it was though, Alyssa didn't get rid of it.
Her house was in a small village in the middle of the countryside.
She hadn't made friends with any of the villagers and the little puppy was her only company outside of work.
The puppy loved the tall creature that she was bought for.
Her human was so elegant and so very smart.
Books were stacked neatly on every available surface in their house.
Her human had named her Sadie.
Sadie loved her new name.
She followed her human around their house all the time.
Sometimes her human would be tired after she got home from whatever she did when she left Sadie alone.
Sometimes she would fall asleep on the sofa with her hand cradled to her chest and Sadie would jump onto the armchair and drag the blanket over to her human to keep her warm as she slept.
Sadie's human had bought her a puppy bed a few weeks ago and had placed it in the corner of the living room, near the sofa.
Sadie didn't like it at all.
She preferred sleeping on the floor next to her human's bed - just to check that she was okay during the night.
Alyssa never liked the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift.
It liked to pee all over the house.
Sometimes it was excitement.
Sometimes, Alyssa thought that it was just to spite her.
Either way her 'spaniel of some kind' needed to be potty trained.
Alyssa deemed it to be a necessity.
She spent her entire weekend teaching Sadie not to pee on the corner of the sofa and in the kitchen.
She approached the problem like she approached her programming - methodical and stern.
She taught Sadie the difference between right and wrong and where to pee and where not to pee.
She chose to not react when the puppy licked her hand and gently ate the treats that were offered to it.
[2/4]
The puppy loved the tall creature that she was bought for.
Sadie was eager to be praised.
She was eager to show just how amazing she was.
She listened to everything Alyssa told her to do.
Sometimes she got it right.
Sometimes she got it wrong.
She preferred when she got it right because Alyssa's smile was so pretty as she hand fed Sadie treats and patted her head.
Alyssa was a stern teacher but Sadie didn't mind.
Her tail wagged and her tongue rolled out of her mouth whenever Alyssa's voice would go high pitched when she praised her.
Alyssa never liked the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift.
Sadie barked when she came home.
Sadie barked when she heard the neighbours arrive back home.
Sadie barked when the mailman arrived with Alyssa's letters.
Sadie barked when a few of the village youths walked past their front door as they stumbled home from a party.
Alyssa threw a pillow in her general direction one night when the barking became too much.
The puppy - shameless Sadie - just curled up on the pillow and continued barking into the early hours of the morning.
She scratched at the door when she wanted to be let out - ruining the wood work - and Alyssa constantly had to seal the cracks again.
Sadie ran through the garden like her arse was on fire - scaring off any birds that had been standing on the grass.
She trotted back to Alyssa after that, head held high as she did another loop of the garden.
Alyssa rewarded her with a few pats on the head and Sadie flopped over onto her back for tummy rubs.
Alyssa tolerated the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift.
The puppy loved the tall creature that she was bought for.
Sadie liked their garden.
She like the sights and the smells and how big it was.
She could run to the end of it and still see Alyssa sitting at the garden table.
It was their space and Sadie loved it.
What she didn't love though, were the flying things that thought that it was okay to land there.
She chased off each and every one of them - barking and snarling at them to make sure that they knew that they weren't welcome.
Every time, she returned to Alyssa's side.
Alyssa's hand would fall from the table - without her knowledge - and she would use her fingers to rub the space between Sadie's ears.
Alyssa tolerated the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift.
She's sitting in the kitchen with her best friend, Ben Bitdiddle, when Sadie barked at the door.
She flashed her friend an apologetic look as she got up to check what was going on.
She opened the front door to see what all of the commotion was about.
Sadie was off like a shot.
She ran down the front garden until she got to the gate.
There was a dog on the other side of it.
They touched noses between the gaps in the gate.
"Cressida!"
Alyssa's head shot upwards and she blushed at what she saw.
There was a girl standing by her gate, a moving box in her hand.
Her dog - which seemed much better trained than Sadie was - hurried to her side.
It wasn't even wearing a leash and it obeyed the girl's commands without question.
Sadie whined as her new friend disappeared.
"I'm sorry about Cres," The girl said," She's a bit excitable."
"It is okay," Alyssa replied hurriedly," Sadie is the same."
"May I?"
It took Alyssa a moment to realise that the girl was asking if she could touch Sadie before she quickly nodded.
The girl put her box on the ground and reached through the gate.
Sadie rolled her tongue out of her mouth and accept the ear rubs.
"Eva?"
Ben had followed them out.
The girl - Eva - straightened up.
"Oh," She said," Hey, Ben. I didn't realise that you would be here."
Ben just grinned. "Is this the new place that you were talking about?"
"Yeah. I'm just next door. Cres got a bit over excited when she smelt another dog. She's not normally this bad."
If this was how her dog was when she was bad then Alyssa had no idea what Sadie's attitude would be called.
"Ah, no problem," Ben waved away the problem with a flick of his hand.
He jumped over Alyssa's gate with a grin and knelt on the floor.
Cressida didn't go anywhere near him, looking up at Eva in question.
"Cressida," She said," Greet."
Cressida moved towards him, sniffing his fingers before licking them.
Eva turned to Alyssa.
"I'm Eva. Cres and I will be moving in next door."
"Alyssa," She replied," And this is Sadie."
Eva nodded once.
"A pleasure to meet you."
[3/4]
The puppy loved the tall creature that she was bought for.
Sadie liked the dog that had moved in next door.
She liked the dog's human as well.
The dog had introduced herself as Cressida.
She was two years old.
Sadie liked her a lot.
She was more quiet than Sadie was and always well behaved.
They met each other through the gaps in the fence between their front gardens.
Sometimes Cressida's human - Eva - would be there too.
She would smile at the pair of them and reach her hand through the gap to stroke Sadie's soft fur.
Sadie would let her.
Her hands were different to Alyssa's - but welcome, all the same.
She gave Sadie the best treats as well.
When Eva wasn't there, Cressida would share her treats with Sadie.
She liked Cressida a lot.
Alyssa tolerated the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift.
She always got up early to walk Sadie.
She clipped her dog's harness on before going down her usual route through the village.
She smiled as Sadie hurried her way through the park - sniffing at every tree and barking at every bird she saw.
Alyssa sat down on a bench nearby and unclipped Sadie's leash.
Sadie waited with her for a second, licking Alyssa's hands before she was off like a shot through the grass.
"I take it she likes it here."
Alyssa's head whipped around suddenly and she smiled shyly at Eva.
Cressida was at her side.
"Yes," She replied," She likes chasing the birds."
Eva nodded.
"May I sit with you?"
"Oh! Of course."
Eva smiled before she inclined her head to her dog.
"Cres," She said," Go play."
Cressida padded towards where Sadie was mucking around in the grass.
"She is very well trained," Alyssa commented.
"Yeah," Eva replied," My parents got her for me two years ago. I was up at MIT at the time so they made sure to train her for me. Her breed is known to be really smart so the extra stimulation is needed."
They talked for a while before Alyssa's phone started to vibrate - her alarm to end the walk so she could get to work.
She stood up and hollered for Sadie.
Eva stood as well.
"Cressida!"
Her dog was by her side in seconds with Sadie trailing after.
"Hey," Eva said, nervously biting her bottom lip," D'you want to, maybe, go out some time? Get a drink or something?"
"Yeah!"
Alyssa's voice went embarrassingly high.
Eva smiled at her.
"Excellent," She said," Come on, Cres, let's finish exploring."
Alyssa watched her go with a stupid smile on her face.
Sadie pawed at her ankle and Alyssa smiled down at her.
She crouched to the floor and allowed her puppy to lick all over her face.
"Yeah," She said," I know - the cute neighbour girl is actually into me."
Sadie barked at her happily and for once, Alyssa didn't care.
She put Sadie's leash back on and headed back home.
Alyssa liked the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift.
The puppy loved the tall creature that she was bought for.
Alyssa came back from her date with Eva happy.
She walked in the front door.
She went straight to the sofa and screamed into one of the pillows in happiness.
Sadie wasn't usually allowed to be on the sofa but she jumped onto it without a care in the world.
Alyssa stroked her fur softly and she smiled.
"She is perfect," She whispered," Sadie - she is perfect."
Sadie's tail started to wag and she licked all over Alyssa's face.
Alyssa liked the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift.
She hummed as she worked to clean up the living room.
Sadie was at her feet, following her around again.
She was almost a year old now and nearly full grown.
Alyssa didn't mind the way that Sadie followed her around.
She smiled as she bent down to rub behind her ears.
Sadie's tongue licked at her fingers in happiness.
Eva was coming around today - for the first time.
Alyssa had been to Eva's house countless times before but this was the first time that Eva was coming to hers.
She couldn't be more stressed but the comforting presence of Sadie was keeping her grounded.
"Okay," She said to herself as she smoothed out her clothes," I can do this. It is just Eva - just the prettiest girl in the world. I can do this."
The dog loved the tall creature that she was bought for.
Cressida and Eva had moved in with them.
Or, maybe, Sadie and Alyssa had moved in with them.
Either way, they had both abandoned their little cottages for a bigger house together on the outskirts of the village.
Sadie loved it, tail wagging as she explored with Cressida following behind her dutifully.
Eva and Alyssa were in the kitchen.
They were doing their silly human things again.
Touching their lips together.
Putting their hands in each others hair.
Sadie watched as Alyssa picked up Eva and placed her on the kitchen counter - murmuring something about 'christening the house'.
Cressida let out a huff from next to her and shepherded Sadie away.
They both knew to make themselves scarce when their humans got like that.
Alyssa liked the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift.
She yawned slightly from her position on the sofa.
Cressida was lounging on the floor next to Eva's armchair and Sadie was curled up in her lap.
Eva was out for the night.
One of her friends - Julie, Ben's little sister - was in hospital and Eva had gone to visit her.
One of Alyssa's hands held a book while the other absentmindedly carded through her dog's soft fur.
Out of nowhere, Sadie started to whine and Alyssa hurriedly put the book down.
"Sadie," She called as she softly shook her dog awake," Come on, Sadie. It is just a dream - it is okay."
Sadie's eyes opened with another soft whine and she moved around on Alyssa's lap until she was staring at her owner.
"It is okay," Alyssa said again as her hand moved to gently pet Sadie again," It is okay."
Sadie rasped her tongue over Alyssa's face and she didn't bother to push her away.
Alyssa loved the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift.
The dog loved the tall creature that she was bought for.
There was a small thing in Alyssa's arms and Sadie leapt onto the sofa to see what it was.
"Sadie," Alyssa said quietly," Meet Victoria."
The thing was sleeping and Sadie peered at it.
Cressida did the same from her other side.
It's small hand made a fist and it hit outwards - catching Cressida on the nose, making her sneeze.
Eva laughed as she arrived in the room, kissing Alyssa on the lips and the little thing on the head.
Sadie's tongue rolled out of her mouth as she watched her family.
She loved them all - the new little thing included.
[4/4]
Alyssa loved the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift.
"Vic!" She called out to her eight year old daughter," Be careful with Sadie! She is getting old and cannot keep up with you like she used to!"
Victoria scowled - something she had inherited from Eva - but stopped grabbing at Sadie's ears.
Instead, she moved onto Cressida, who just huffed but did her duty as the second favourite pet in the family.
Sadie padded over to where Alyssa and Eva were sat on the sofa - Eva's head resting on Alyssa's shoulder.
Alyssa's hand immediately went out to smooth down Sadie's fur.
She was considered old now - at the age of thirteen.
It broke Alyssa's heart to see her once excitable Sadie become more subdued and slow.
She still chased the birds in the garden and she still followed Alyssa around the house but the light in her eyes was slowly dimming.
Victoria giggled slightly, drawing the attention of her mothers and Sadie - who had rested her head on Alyssa's lap.
Cressida was sitting on their daughter - looking pretty darn happy with herself.
Sadie's tail wagged lazily at the scene.
"Alright, Cres," Eva said," Get off Vic now - we need to go for a walk."
As soon as the 'W' word was said, Sadie was up like a shot - drawing Alyssa's memories back to the times that she was a puppy.
The dog loved the tall creature that she was bought for.
The dog loved Alyssa.
The dog loved Eva.
The dog loved Cressida.
The dog loved Victoria.
She did one last lap of the house - slowly but surely.
She chased the birds one last time, ignoring the ache in her old bones.
She touched noses with a sleeping Cressida.
She pulled the blanket over Victoria's sleeping body.
She settled on the pillow that was left on the floor for her in Alyssa and Eva's bedroom.
She closed her eyes.
Sadie had done her duty to her family.
Alyssa loved the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift.
Sadie's picture was on her desk at work, nestled amongst pictures of Eva, of Victoria's first day of school, of Cressida and Eva's fall in the village lake together - covered in water.
It was almost like Sadie was still there.
"Mama!" Nine year old Victoria cheered as Alyssa entered their house.
Nine year old Victoria.
She had been eight when Sadie had died in the night.
Eva had made her stay in her room for a few hours while she consoled Alyssa - who had woken up first and wept when Sadie didn't wake with her.
"Happy birthday, love," Eva said as she exited the kitchen - hands covered in flour.
She gave Alyssa a kiss as they hugged.
"How was work?"
Alyssa shrugged. "Same old, same old," She said as she hung up her coat," Ben has invited us over next weekend."
"What did you say?" Eva asked.
Alyssa cocked her head to the side in confusion.
She didn't know why her wife was suddenly so worried about the answer.
"I said I would get back to him, why?"
"No reason," Eva replied," Vic - take your Mama into the living room. She has presents to open."
Alyssa's hand was captured in her daughter's and she was tugged into the living room and pushed onto the sofa.
She smiled softly, unwrapping each present and giving her girls kisses for each one.
"Is this it?" She teased when she saw the mess that they had made.
"Not quite," Eva said softly.
She rose from the sofa and left the room.
Victoria grinned at her mother - the grin she only used when she knew something that Alyssa didn't.
Eva appeared a few seconds later with a box.
It was moving and the lid had holes poked into it.
She placed it on her wife's lap and Alyssa opened it slowly.
A puppy's head poked out - tongue rolling out of its mouth and its tail made a thumping noise as it continually hit against the box.
Alyssa lifted it slowly from the box in awe.
"I know that it won't replace Sadie," Eva said softly as the puppy licked all over Alyssa's face," But I hope that you'll love her all the same."
"What are you going to name her, Mama?" Victoria asked excitedly.
"Lola," Alyssa said softly," Is that a good name, Vic?"
Victoria nodded with a grin.
"Do you like her, love?" Eva asked softly.
Alyssa just gave her a watery smile and gathered all her girls into a hug.
Eva
Victoria
Cressida
Lola.
The puppy loved the tall creature that she was bought for.
**
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Do you have anything original?
Alyssa found her way into the back ally of the electric tubes after taking the eww tram.
"W-Where am i-i." Alyssa said visibly shaken. "W-Who are you."
The hooded deranged slavic twink surrounded by flashy forced early 2000s memes spun around on his empty vodka bottle he was slavicly squatting on and faced Alyssa.
"It is i, the great Yuri-sama, heir of Duke Pedo owner of the Heyuri domain" Yuri said triumphantly with an inhuman eldritch grin. "I have taken interest in memes from before 2000 again, the ones my father never knew of."
"You will now be judged by the jurisdiction my lord has given to me by divine rule, your yuri fanfics will determine if you get banned in all my domains and alliances domains for being commoner fodder." This spans the entire internet due to Yuri's imageboard kike handlers.
Yuri called upon Bitdiddle as the first witness. "Bitdiddle of the /prog/domain how many posts are about Alyssa yuri on your site compared to shitposting noise."
"About one a thousand." Said Bitdiddle in a tired tone.
Alyssa was depressed but didn't know why. "You are dismissed." Said Yuri to Bitdiddle.
Next Yuri summoned the fat immortal retard of the abyss as the second witness. "High priest and sovereign of Bel Air what does the deepest inner circle think of lisp yuri fanfics."
The fat immortal retard farted, shidded and came causing the ally to almost get quarantined then cleansing garbage collector janitors came out of the sky to clean up the mess.
"It's bad, the unoriginality could be generated always by a markov chain. You almost killed all my gay amorite lovers with this mouth breather garbage, my nonexistaint wifes are going mad and fucking with my rest again. Call me again for something like this and the clone will replace you." In an incomprehensible but monotone voice of a trillion deranged retards screeching about their mothers running out of small deep fried dinosaur chickens.
In the next instant whatever this retard was stop existing but the aura of the ally was now so bad some of Yuri's comrades were making an escape out of this life.
"Though." Yuri barely crackled out. "My soul is getting split and overridden."
Alyssa was saying the current stereotypical men bad lines of the day in a trance oblivious to this retard not existing.
"Feigning madness will get you held in contempt of the court." Yuri yelled and hit his miniature four clover ban hammer on a wooden pedo bear head. Unable to control a seething murderous rage caused by the inhuman atmosphere.
"I'm calling a lawyer that isn't bigoted." Said a conceded Alyssa, unable to hold back the hidden animus pretentious part of her personality due to the now corrupted reality.
"The court will now go into recess." Yuri said, wanting to sadistically play with the already condemned Alyssa.
Alyssa was being held by Yuri's good Chinese friend in Hades. When this modern tolerate green party freedom fighting hero appeared riding on a gnu with a Thinkpad.
"My good pals at MIT would hate to see you get kicked off the Webblag." Said Richard in a professional as in GNU tone.
Alyssa started crying. She might never see Eva again.
"That would be a good witness." Said Richard having an aneurysm. "Give me her GNUnet identity."
Alyssa in despair gave it out. Almost putting that recent retard to shame in retarded acts.
Yuri pulled Alyssa along with her lawyer out of Hades and resumed the session in the ally.
Richard knew this atmosphere and neutralised it. Yuri was capable of judging with minimal less corruption now.
"Your honour may i call a new GPL5 compatible witness." Richard said in a heroic freedom fighter tone.
"Go ahead." Yuri said while spinning excitedly. One of the most established memes in the technology scene was going to produce some OC right in front of him.
Richard used the GNUUUCPFREE GNUnet transport to summon Eva.
"H-How." Said Eva visible shaken.
"My client needs you to testify for her." Said Richard pointing to Alyssa with a greasy finger.
Eva had a look of disgust for Richard that went away quickly when seeing Alyssa.
"Eva tell us about your yuri events with Alyssa." Said an annoyed Yuri.
Eva was blushing but then snapped out of it. "How is the court legitimate." Eva said with anger. Thinking about how a court would never do a case on lesbian couples.
"Would you prefer lighting striking where i point or a recording of judges being forced to listen to rap." Yuri said trying to not break his limited edition ban hammer.
Eva thought what she heard was the dumbest thing next to the abyss but felt intense pressure for no reason and could hear Alyssa weeping.
"I all of this is censored since i'm a piece of shit with no life that gets sick kicks out of trolling you and not larping as your dead bogeyman you've been describing in detail acting as if you aren't seething beyond the simulation for even more sick kicks." Yuri said trying to hold back tears.
"That was good enough." Yuri said as the supreme authority on yuri unimpressed. "You are dismissed."
"Honour, might you consider only banning lisp yuri in the heyuri domain and clover domain." Richard plead.
"The next witness will decide Alyssa's fate." Yuri said thinking about the appealing plea bargain. He was pissed off at some of the domains.
Yuri did a summoning that disgusted everyone in the ally even Richard.
"CSAM spammer would you spam lisp yuri if it was illegal." Yuri said sweating thinking about CSAM spammer's feats.
"Already spamming it where loli is illegal, nigger cunt." CSAM spammer said while doing a shit and drinking boose.
"Lisp yuri will only be banned at heyuri and clover. Case dismiss-." CSAM spammer then summoned the fat immortal retard genocide edition using Richards corpse that was decaying somehow and Eva's blood.
Alyssa woke up in bed with Eva, Victoria, Cressida and Lola. Sweating like crazy and hyperventilating she noticed the cottage window was open and looked outside to see something incomprehensible.
The stars where fractals of judge Yuri staring into her soul in the form of the fat immortal retard and her lovers faces where hovering over her with breaths she could feel and uncanny valley eyes whispering things in unknown mathematics. Her gut was screaming at her to get away but she could not move.
Alyssa woke up again in bed aching all over. Eva, Victoria, Cressida, and Lola still sleeping with her. She calmed down and thought about how any of this had to do with lisp or anything from her reality. Once she stopped thinking an immaterial voice sounding like a distorted CSAM spammer said. "Communities that get a kick out of acting like retards will eventually be surrounded by retards thinking they are in good company." Alyssa was sent to the hospital from a stroke and Eva, Victoria, Cressida and Lola dressed up as nurses. Taking care of her but they could never heal her paranoia about a grooming Russian.
Richard woke up from this dream. Trying to get a hold of his self thinking he got infected with the mental illness from the clover asylum's g block. He then put together his shattered mind and figured out this was due to dynamic scoping of elisp. Adding lexical scoping in a swift free as in freedom GNU.
Don't forget to support Ukraine and donate to the FSF /prog/riders.
[1/2]
They bump into each other for the first time at a gaming convention. As in, they literally bump into each other - right between the giant booth selling t-shirts and the guy selling Skyrim posters. Alyssa trips over her own feet. She catches herself just in time but her arm has already reached out to the nearest bystander, making contact in a motion somewhere between grabbing and hitting.
"Sorry," Alyssa says, finding her balance again and straightening up.
"Are you okay?" The person asks. It's a woman and she looks slightly familiar - Alyssa's definitely seen her before. She's also really pretty - like, really pretty. Like the kind of pretty that has Alyssa wondering if she's the incarnation of Aphrodite. She's that kind of pretty. She's also being really calm about the fact that Alyssa nearly knocked her over into a crowd full of video game nerds.
"Yeah," Alyssa replies quickly, "Yeah, I'm-"
Before she can even finished the words, the woman's brow furrow. "You are Louis's friend, yes?"
Alyssa can feel her cheeks getting red - a blush creeping up her face. She looks away and shrugs, playing with the hem of her oversized Final Fantasy hoodie. 'Cousin with a propensity to let himself into her apartment even when she tells him not to' is probably the moniker that she would used to describe the big teddy bear that is the football star Louis - who just so happens to be related to Alyssa through her mother and his father. But she doesn't exactly know how to explain that to this extremely attractive near-stranger. So, she just nods. "Kind of, yeah."
The woman sticks out her hand. Her skin is soft when Alyssa takes it. Her fingernails are filed short and painted light blue. As they shake hands, Alyssa shoves all inappropriate thoughts of this woman's fingers out of her head.
"I am Eva," The woman says - no, she practically purrs her name.
"Alyssa." She glances away. "Have we met? You look a little familiar."
The woman - Eva - wrinkles her brow in concentration and her tongue peaks out of her mouth. "Were you at Louis's birthday party?"
Alyssa nods. She remembers that birthday party clearly. Louis had burst into her apartment and insisted that she threw on a pair of jeans and went to his house for the party. She remembers arguing that she had an exam coming up for her Masters degree and that Louis hadn't taken that as an answer and threw her over his shoulder and walked her out to his car and drove her to his place - where she promptly went straight up to his room and played on his PS4 until he let her go home but not without having her sit on his shoulders and taking an obligatory picture.
"That's why you look familiar!" Eva exclaims, "I did not actually talk to you but I never forget a face."
"Well," Alyssa says, "I'm glad that you don't. But, if you're one of Louis's friends, what are you doing here?"
She makes a gesture with her hand that's meant to encompass the entire convention - where custom keyboards are being sold, where crappy hand designed t-shirts are being sold, where the hardcore gamers who live, breathe and sweat video games are lining up for the latest game demos. It just didn't seem like the type of place that any of Louis's friends would go to - excluding, of course, Louis himself because he's been to just as many as Alyssa has because he's almost as much of a video game nerd as she is.
Eva just laughs and Alyssa's heart thumps erratically in her chest. "Would you believe that I am here on my own time?"
"I've met Louis's friends," Alyssa teases, "They don't have free time."
Eva is still laughing as she looks at Alyssa again. "I took some time off," She says, "I've been wanting to go to one of these in Boston for a while."
Well, that explains the slight accent that Alyssa can hear - the way that Eva's lips curl around each letter like she's purposely making sure they all sound perfect.
"Well," Alyssa says, "I hope it lives up to your expectations."
Eva nods and fiddles with her fingers. She steps a bit closer. "What are you here for?"
Alyssa shrugs. "The atmosphere," She says, "And I've been meaning to check out the demo for the new Assassin's Creed game."
Eva's mouth drops open and she grabs onto Alyssa's hand. "Oh Alyssa," She says as she leans even closer until they're practically nose-to-nose, "I think we are going to be very good friends."
**
Alyssa knows seven things for certain about Eva.
1) She's got an Olympic gold medal in Fencing which means she's an athlete - which is how she knows Louis.
2) She likes gaming just as much as Alyssa does.
3) Her favourite kind of pizza is a pepperoni one with extra mozzarella and a side of garlic bread from a place in her hometown back in Canada.
4) She wears jeans and t-shirts like they were custom made for her.
5) She's almost as good at Tetris as Alyssa is - and Alyssa won the world championships of Tetris when she was twelve and still holds the title.
6) The first game she ever played was Mario on her DS when she was a kid.
7) She laughs at Alyssa's jokes.
Alyssa knows all of this and she only met Eva this afternoon. They started walking together and didn't separate since. But now, they're both walking towards the exit.
Alyssa knows that she's lingering - she's pretty sure that Eva is lingering too because she's rocking back on the balls of her feet like she wants to say something.
"This has been fun," She says eventually, "My teammates don't really understand this kind of stuff."
"Yeah, well," Alyssa teases, "You are athletes."
Eva rolls her eyes. "Shut up," She says back but she's smiling so there's no bite to her words, "Hey - what are you doing right now?"
"Now?" Alyssa repeats, "Hanging out."
"No, I mean - after now. Like, after the convention."
Alyssa shrugs. "Nothing - I've already finished my project for class and I don't have any tests coming up."
Eva clears her throat. "Well...I know this nice diner down the street. I was wondering if you'd like to get some food with me."
Alyssa glances away and her voice goes embarrassingly high-pitched. "Y-Yeah. That'd be cool. Yeah."
"Great." Eva's face goes a little bit red. "That's...That's great. Awesome. Super cool." She laces their fingers together.
"Super cool," Alyssa echoes.
"Yeah."
[2/2]
"So," Alyssa says as she slips into the seat opposite Eva, "What's good here?"
"Milkshakes," Eva says firmly, "They're the best I've ever had."
Alyssa grins. "And you drink a lot of milkshakes, do you Miss I'm-An-Olympic-Fencer?"
Eva rolls her eyes and leans forward like she's telling her deepest, darkest secret. "Sometimes, when my coach isn't looking, I put a milkshake in the bottle that I'm meant to be using for my water."
Alyssa laughs. "Well, I guess we're getting milkshakes then."
"Definitely."
"And what else is good here? Not just the milkshakes, I presume."
"The cheeseburgers as well," Eva replies before frowning, "Oh god, are you vegetarian? Do you eat meat? Is this okay?"
Alyssa nods. "It's perfect," She says, "Cheeseburgers and milkshakes...and fries - you can't have a cheeseburger without fries."
"Are you the kind of person who shares fries or should we get our own?"
Alyssa thinks back to the last time she saw Louis - when he took some of her fries as they both sat in front of the TV and she kicked him in the shin. "Sharing is good," She says, "If that's okay with you."
Eva reaches across the table and squeezes Alyssa's hand. "That sounds excellent."
By the time the food has arrived, Alyssa knows four new things about Eva.
1) Her favourite kind of milkshake is strawberry.
2) She first met Louis when she bumped into his football team at a hotel and sent him falling into a water fountain.
3) Her favourite movie series is Fast and Furious
4) When she laughs and smiles, she's the most stunning thing Alyssa has ever seen.
When their food arrives, Eva pushes Alyssa's Oreo milkshake towards her. "You have to tell me what you think." She reaches for her own milkshake and dips her finger into the whipped cream that's layered on top of it.
Alyssa looks away - suddenly flustered and aware of every little movement that Eva makes.
She stares down at her drink and takes a tentative sip.
It's good. Of course, it's good. Eva said it would be.
The milkshake is good - excellent, even - but it does nothing to solve Alyssa's actual problem, which is that Eva is way too attractive. She's way too attractive, she's got a body to die for and she has good taste in games and milkshakes.
Oh yeah, and she speaks two languages. She's practically Alyssa's dream girl.
"Good?" Eva asks.
"Very good," Alyssa replies, "Really good. Do you want some?"
Eva nods and pulls Alyssa's glass closer to her - leaning forward and taking a sip from Alyssa's straw.
Alyssa's fine. She's more than fine actually.
She's definitely thinking about how she's going to put her mouth around that straw later and that both of them will have touched it with their lips and how close that is - in a way - to kissing.
"Delicious," Eva says. She makes eye contact with Alyssa as she speaks and there's a little bit of milkshake on her lower lip - that she darts her tongue out to catch.
Alyssa swallows thickly - fighting that blush that wants to show on her face.
They linger again once all of their food is finished and order a second round of milkshakes.
Alyssa's phone buzzes as they're waiting and she pulls it out of her pocket to check it.
Louis [5:07 PM]: That con's been over for like two hours. Where are you?
Alyssa [5:08 PM]: Are you at my apartment again????
Louis [5:08 PM]: If you didn't want me to walk in whenever then you shouldn't have given me a key!!!!!!!
Alyssa rolls her eyes.
"Is everything okay?" Eva asks.
"Just Louis," Alyssa replies dismissively, "He's let himself into my apartment again."
Eva's brow furrows. "You are that close as friends?"
"Cousins," Alyssa clarifies as she types out another response to him, "He's always walking in unannounced - it's a bit annoying."
Alyssa [5:10 PM]: If you're staying, make sure you order some pizza. Also, the KitKat in the cupboard is off limits but everything else is fair game.
She locks her phone and puts it back into her pocket - sipping on her second milkshake and ignoring the way that Eva's eyes are on her.
"Well," Eva says, "If Louis is at your house, I should probably let you go so you and him can do whatever it is cousins do at each others' apartments."
Alyssa allows herself to laugh and her blush finally reaches her cheeks. "We don't do much," She assures Eva, "Just, you know, more gaming. Louis's crap at Assassin's Creed but he's halfway decent at Tetris."
"Halfway decent at Tetris," Eva echoes, "Coming from you Miss-World-Champion, that is a high compliment."
"Yeah," Alyssa says. She finishes the last of her milkshake. She reaches over the table and touches Eva's hand. "I had a good time today."
Eva grins at her. "I did too."
"It would be nice to do this again," Alyssa replies. She takes a moment to steel herself. "Could I have your number?"
Eva nods quickly. "Yes! Of course!"
They exchange numbers and Eva looks at her - a dusting of red across her cheeks.
"Maybe, next time could be a date?" She asks.
Alyssa beams at her. "I'd like that."
**
When Alyssa gets home, Louis looks at her weirdly.
She hadn't even realised that she's still beaming - still thinking about Eva and the next time they see each other, it'll be a date.
**
nerd credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28876392/chapters/76374269
there are people out there that model their interaction around fur fictions, the same way back in the 90s kids would model themselves after their favorite superhero
“Come on, Alyssa,” Eva groaned. “Haven’t we studied enough?”
Alyssa looked horrified. “Absolutely not! Finals are less than a month away— that’s our entire future on the line!”
Eva refrained from rolling her eyes. “I think our CS Olympiad medals from last year are more impressive than our final scores could possibly be.”
Alyssa raised an eyebrow at her, unimpressed.
Eva turned back to her books. She really did try to pay attention, but it was hard to care about SICP homework when her girlfriend was sitting right across the table from her.
“I’ve got an idea,” Eva said.
Alyssa sighed, but she set her pen down.
“You don’t even have to stop studying,” Eva said. “In fact, I think you should continue.”
“Alright,” Alyssa said, but she still looked suspicious.
Eva glanced around. The library wasn’t particularly crowded— it was a sunny afternoon, and only people who were getting a head start on studying for finals were staying inside. Besides that, she and Alyssa were in a corner, with bookcases nearly blocking them from view.
Eva sunk under the table and onto her knees. She pushed Alyssa’s legs apart and rucked up her skirt, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
“Eva,” Alyssa hissed.
“If you aren’t careful, someone’s going to notice,” Eva teased.
The skritch-skritch of Alyssa’s pen started up again, and Eva ran a hand down Alyssa’s smooth calf and over her ankle. She pressed kisses to the inside of Alyssa’s thigh, moving closer and closer to Alyssa’s cunt.
She kissed the soft skin at the junction where Alyssa’s long, slim leg met her body, and felt Alyssa shudder underneath her.
Eva ran her fingers across Alyssa’s cunt, still covered by her bright pink underwear. Eva was known as the frivolous one, but Alyssa liked pretty things just as much as she did.
Eva pulled Alyssa’s underwear down, letting it tangle around Alyssa’s knees. She ran a finger around the edges of Alyssa’s cunt, brushing her thumb lightly over Alyssa’s clit.
Above her, Alyssa sucked in a sharp breath.
Eva repeated the motion, then circled around Alyssa’s clit with her tongue. She darted her tongue inside of Alyssa, relishing in her taste.
Alyssa was quiet— she had to be, or someone in the library would notice what they were doing— but Eva knew her girlfriend, and she could tell what this was doing to her.
Eva takes her time, exploring and teasing, letting up whenever it seems like Alyssa is getting too close to an orgasm.
Eva can feel her own arousal building, deep in her core, and if she were alone— or alone with Alyssa— she would already be taking care of that. But instead, she keeps her hands wrapped firmly around Alyssa’s legs, and channels her frustration into seeing how far she can push Alyssa.
She pulls back again, just slightly, and Alyssa bucks her hips forward. Eva huffs out a small laugh, then gets back to business, gently pressing her tongue against the side of Alyssa’s clit.
Finally, Alyssa came with a whine deep in her throat. She cut herself off— Eva wondered if she'd bit her hand to keep quiet, or if she'd simply buried her head in her arms.
Eva sat for just a moment, wondering if she should try to get Alyssa off again. Then, Alyssa spoke.
"Get up here," she hissed.
Eva slowly pulled Alyssa’s underwear back into place, then she slipped back into her chair across from her girlfriend. She couldn't help but smile when she saw the state Alyssa was in.
To someone who didn't know her, Alyssa probably looked perfectly composed. But there was sweat beading up on her forehead, her eyes were glassy and unfocused, and her hair was slipping out of its perfectly smooth braid. By Alyssa’s standards, that was practically disheveled.
"You're very proud of yourself, aren't you," Alyssa said fondly.
Eva batted her eyes innocently. "I didn't interfere with your studying, did I?"
Alyssa rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. Then she stood, took Eva's hand in hers, and pulled Eva behind her toward another section of the library. They stopped in a particularly musty series of shelves that Eva couldn't recall ever seeing before.
"No one ever needs books on obsolete Kek&Raff languages," Alyssa informed her, before pushing Eva back into a shelf, kissing her. She could feel Alyssa’s fingers tangling in her hair and coasted over her back, and Eva lightly nipped at Alyssa’s lip, hoping for more.
Then, Alyssa slipped her fingers under Eva's skirt, rubbing at Eva's clit through her underwear— underwear that was already damp from her arousal. Eva moaned into Alyssa’s mouth at the sensation, and Alyssa responded by rubbing her thumb against Eva's clit a bit harder, exactly the way she liked.
It was all Eva needed to send her over the edge. As she shuddered, her orgasm rolling through her, Alyssa held her tightly, kissing her along her neck and jaw.
When she'd finally caught her breath, Eva kissed Alyssa softly. No matter how many times they did this together, Eva never tired of it. Never tired of Alyssa.
"I suppose you'll be wanting to get back to studying, now," Eva said.
"We could," Alyssa said. "Or we could go back to our dorm and do this again."
Eva grinned. "I like your idea better."
**
[1/2]
You were six years-old when you found me. I was your age, by the measure of my kind. You peered at me, fear overcome by concern for the small, lonely creature crumpled over some leaves. You, with your eyes gleaming, spoke softly to me, whispering words of comfort. You only wanted to help me.
I should have run. I should have conjured an illusion with what strength I had left, and frightened you off. I did not, and didn’t struggle when you took my false form into your arms. Your human dress, flowing and elegant, was stained by nature.
You weren’t meant to be out here.
"I’ll take care of you," you said. You carried me to a stream and cleansed my wounds. I didn’t flee, despite the pain. Without a moment’s hesitation, you tore your robe and mended my wounds. I tried to express my gratitude, and I believe you understood me.
There was a shout from afar. Your guardians had come looking for you. I sprung off your lap, and you regarded me.
"I'll come back," you promised, as the shouting grew louder.
I blinked slowly at you in response, silent so as not to frighten you.
You smiled, and ran off.
I did not expect to see you again.
Night had fallen by the time you returned, in a different dress and with your hair down.
"Little fox," you called in a hushed whisper, "are you still here?"
I let my paws crush the foliage. You looked scared, for a moment, until I entered the moonlit clearing. You relaxed, and the stars were reflected in your eyes.
"You’re safe," you said, with relief in your eyes, "how have you been?"
I couldn’t respond, for fear of giving away my identity. I instead trotted by your legs, and pushed my head against your calves. You giggled, and knelt down to pet me.
"I’m glad you’re all right," you said. "What horrid monster hurt you?"
No monster, I didn’t reply, only my own idiocy.
We settled down on the earth, you leaning against the base of a tree, and myself in your lap. We regarded the moon, and you spoke of yourself.
Your name is Lisa, and you are a princess, I learnt. The daughter of the Emperor of what the future will classify as the Song Dynasty. As a younger sister to an older brother, you felt rather…
"It’s of no matter," you hurriedly corrected, you accepted your role.
You grew drowsy and tired, so I nudged you with the top of my head. You should return home.
"You’re right," you admitted, "I should hurry back before someone realises I’m gone."
You’ll return, you promised, once again. Perhaps not as soon as this night, but you will come find me eventually.
How pointless, a part of me sneered. I couldn’t feed from you even if I wished to. What was the point of accompanying a human?
But you returned, again, and again. You brought human delicacies from your kitchens, and stories of your human life. You taught me human poems and songs, though you admitted, it was partially to test your own memory. You drew lines in the dust, and told me their meanings.
You named me Eva. I indulged you. I had names, but none you could ever repeat.
**
It was a year, before I decided to join you.
I lead you back to the stream you healed me in. I motioned towards the waters, and you understood I wished to show you something. Far from something in your reflection, I stepped away, and took form.
"There is nothing here," you were saying, before your neck prickled and hairs stood on end. You turned, and saw me.
The look on your face is something I cherish to this day.
You blinked, very quickly, mouth opening and closing like a confused fish. Finally, at last, you called me… beautiful.
"Thank you," I said aloud, and you startled, slapping your hands over your mouth. Words tumbled through your fingers, shock and awe and amazement.
"How?" you asked. "All this time?"
I apologised for deceiving you. You recalled myths and lore of fox spirits, that entice men and murder them for their energy.
"You are not a man," I told you. I had seen those humans perceive as female, who had the energy I could consume to maintain myself, but you were not one of them.
"I understand," you said, or as you admit, you believed you understood. "What do you want?" you ask. Did I plan to usurp your father?
"No," I said, as honestly as I am conniving. "I wish no harm to you."
"I am not my father," you replied.
I only wanted your companionship, I told you. Nothing more. I enjoyed your presence.
You stared at me, perplexed, and finally nodded.
"All right," you said. "But, you must promise me something."
"Anything," I replied.
"Don’t leave my side," you pleaded. "Don’t leave me alone."
I took your hands, and stared into your eyes.
"I will never abandon you."
And I never did.
**
I appeared in your life as a new servant. You were stunned and surprised, but you kept yourself quiet and didn’t draw attention to me. In the nights, I met with you in your room, unnoticed by your family’s guards.
"Thank you," you said, embracing my human form. I appeared older than you, but you were still as tactile as you had been to my previous body. "Thank you."
So for years, as you grew older, I accompanied you. I maintained my guise, and aged so slightly. The other servant girls envied my looks, but you held no such derision.
"It’s not as though it’s all luck," you teased me.
You had worried of my powers, of how I would keep myself sated. I reassured you, that the odd deaths in the prisons were of my doing. I abided by your morality.
"Thank you," you said, and your gratitude alone could have kept me alive.
[2/2]
You were announced to be wed by the time you grew to my initial human age. You told me it was fine, you had expected it, but the panicked thrumming of your soul indicated otherwise.
"I can take you from here," I told you through your tears. "You need not stay here."
But you were hesitant.
"I cannot leave my family," you said. "I cannot betray them."
I took your hands, and stared into your eyes.
"I promised to stay by your side," I reminded her, "I will follow you forever."
Your eyes crinkled with confusion.
"I value your choices," I said. "Your choices, not those of your family. If you ever wish to leave, I will leave with you."
You wiped your tears, grasped my hands once more, and decided to leave.
**
It was a difficult life for you, but I guided you through a civilian lifestyle. You taught geometry and arithmetic and I made sure you were safe. At times you cried, for the life you had left, but you would later say, you were not alone.
"I have you."
Despite offers of engagement, you refused them all. Some were particularly insistent, but you made me promise not to devour them.
You grew old, and I with you.
Your body aged and weathered, but your soul shone as brightly as it had when we first met.
"I will follow you," I said, as your body began to die. "I will find you again, and I will remain by your side."
Your eyes, so bright as they were, shimmered with tears. You struggled to squeeze my hands.
"I won’t forget you," you swore, though I knew you would. "I’ll remember you."
"Of course," I said. "Of course."
You died, far from your family, but by no means alone.
"I will find you again," I said, as your soul broke from your body, and vanished.
And I did.
**
I found you, years later, after the fall of your father’s dynasty. You were once again a math teacher, but born into the job. You taught with a familiarity and talent I remembered, and your eyes lit up the same was they had before.
Your name changed, you loved your parents, and your words flowed from you in a different accent than I recalled, but I had found you again.
You were kind to me, and delighted in someone your own age. We became friends, and I never spoke of your previous life.
I remained by your side as your closest friend. And when you died, I searched until I found you again.
And I did.
Over and over, for reasons I didn’t yet know, I followed the soul of a once-princess who’d saved me. I continued to live by your morality, and only fed from those who merited such punishment.
I never told you who you were to me, nor I to you. I dared not push your kindness so far.
I have a life beyond you, of course, and it entertains me between your reincarnations. The times I met you were my most cherished, no matter your lives.
But then, at some point, I lost you.
By the time the First World War, as humans called it, began, I realised I hadn’t seen you for over two centuries. You had remained around the region humans classified as China, regardless of the shifting human borders. Sometimes you spoke different dialects and languages, but I could still learn and understand.
I tried to find you, still. I promised you I wouldn’t leave you.
But I can’t. I can’t.
I haven’t abandoned you, I swear. I have lost you.
Yet…
That’s okay, isn’t it?
You never needed me through your lives. For so long, I was only your friend. Only ever your friend. You knew nothing of my true self, and you need nothing from me.
You are perfect, on your own.
So I stopped looking for you. I tagged along with humans, playing with them. I feed, not enough to kill those with the energy I need. Slowly, and slowly, I regress to a younger and younger form, and make more and more mistakes.
I realise, I am trying to emulate my age from when I first met you.
**
Humans have developed, but so have the supernatural.
The human children I blend in with now are much more amusing than they were a millennium ago, but their worries and concerns are appealing.
“Who’s Eva?”
This voice halts my actions. I lower my hand, and turn right over the staircase.
“She’s the new girl in our Computer Science class,” Julie, the girl I’d spoken to earlier, says to another girl next to her. She points up at me, and realises I’m staring.
Not at her, but to the girl who’d spoken.
My eyes meet yours.
It’s you.
You stare back with surprise. From so far away, it’s only my powers that allow me to notice how familiar your expression is. Your eyes are blue, this time, a product of a different heritage, but it’s still you.
“Who is that?” I ask Ben, who has noticed my staring.
“Uh, her name’s Alyssa.” He says, put off by my sudden change in focus. “She’s a pretty nice person.”
“Alyssa,” I try your new name. It’s the closest to your original, of any of the names you’ve carried in your lives. “Lisa.”
“Excuse me?”
I break and rush down the stairs. The human form I’ve recently altered is trembling. You look at me, stunned, and I meet you again.
“H-Hello,” you say, in a language I learned only decades ago. “You must be Eva.”
My current name is only an approximation of the name you gifted me so long ago, but it flows from your mouth the way it always did.
“Yeah,” I say, “And you are…?”
“Lisa.” You say. You're still stunned. Your friend nudges you, and you correct yourself. “I mean Alyssa- Alyssa!”
“Alyssa,” I repeat your new name. I offer my hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Alyssa.”
You stammer, and blush, and take my hand. You smile. I smile back.
“It’s nice to meet you too.”
**
fox credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12173046
** Alyssa loved the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift. >>30-33
>>43
You could be dragged into court for copyright infringement, since there is almost no original content. The content is produced by simply changing the names of the main characters.
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I neither find the "original" stories nor write the adaptations, armchair lawyer dude. I just post them here.
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The reason you're even aware of the source is precisely that the source is plainly listed. How different the Eva/Alyssa stories are from the fanfics, that I can't comment on, since for that I would have to read the fanfics first.
If you're so bothered by fictional, light-hearted amusements derived from other fictional, light-hearted amusements derived in turn from other works, that you feel the need to vaguely hint at even more vague legal threats on a low-volume anonymous programming board of all places, chances are pretty high that you could use more light-hearted amusements in your life.
** Alyssa loved the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift. >>30-33
** fox spirit Eva >>42-43
Alyssa carefully strung the daisy stems together. She squinted, holding the link up to Eva’s face. Deeming it long enough, she secured the ends and placed it on Eva’s head.
Eva looked up, curious. The blonde pointed to the crown on her own head. “Now we match!”
The former beamed, her dark skin lighting up like the sun. Alyssa thought about how lovely she looked, lying on a blanket in the grass, surrounded by white daisies, fallen ruby leaves, and beautiful, fall trees. Her new crown made her look like a princess. Alyssa knew Eva would rather be a Mistress of Science than a princess though, rather earn her position than be born into it. But that didn’t stop Alyssa from thinking the thought.
Alyssa leaned down to peck the newly crowned’s nose, before continuing to pick the flowers. When she had a good handful, Alyssa sat down beside Eva. Humming mindlessly, she swept the dark, puffy hair over to one shoulder and began to braid. Frequently she’d stop to add a flower.
“What are you doing?” Eva’s voice was fond as she attempted to turn her head, but Alyssa guided her to face forward again.
“I’m braiding flowers into your hair.” She responded brightly.
Eva smiled as she turned around to look at the other girl. “You’re adorable.”
Alyssa blushed, and leaned forward to brush a kiss on Eva’s forehead. The girl lifted her hand to the back of Alyssa’s head, and kissed her sweetly. Alyssa thought she tasted of sunshine and scarves, storytime and fall. A bright orange leaf fell in her hair. Alyssa leaned back, and reached to pick the leaf out of Eva’s hair.
“Don’t want to make a nest for the computer spirits.” Alyssa cautioned, picking another leaf out of her hair.
Eva smothered a grin as she lifted a leaf out of the other girl’s hair. Alyssa could see that her little sayings no longer irked the girl, in fact, they seemed to endear her. Alyssa was almost certain Eva still didn’t believe they existed, but she was used to her beliefs not being taken seriously. Eva respected her ideas and thoughts, and that was what mattered most.
“Can you please turn around so I can finish?”
Eva obeyed, and Alyssa tied off the braids with a stem. Alyssa admired her handiwork, and the girl whose hair she had braided.
“You’re beautiful.” Alyssa said, voice lilting and soft, like a petal upon the air. Eva’s smile warmed her whole face, and she adjusted Alyssa’s crown.
“So are you.” She replied, matter-of-fact. Like this was something known to all and unquestionable. Alyssa’s heart swelled, and she returned to the daisies, after another kiss.
**
daisy credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24241024
The light of day forced its way under Alyssa’s eyelids, and internally she groaned. She started to sit up, but something restrained her chest. Immediately on alert, Alyssa forced open her eyes, looked down, and saw… an arm? A sense of awareness broke over her as her mind woke up. Still groggy, Alyssa turned to see whose arm it was, and a deep flush crept across her cheeks.
Eva was beautiful in sleep. Hair everywhere, mouth slightly open. Even in sleep her lips were curled into a tiny smile.
The blush deepened as she realized that one of her legs was tangled in Eva’s.
"Oh my god, this is happening." Alyssa tried to remember what had gotten her in this situation. She remembered coming into Eva’s dorm room and studying with her, and then both of them getting tired. She also had a vague memory of Eva laying her head in Alyssa’s lap while studying, which made the awake girl’s heart begin an erratic dance.
Eva gave a little half-snore, half-snort, before rolling over towards Alyssa. She was so close that the raven-haired girl could feel her warm breath. The latina snort-snored again, and Alyssa’s rising panic melted into fondness. Feeling ridiculously self-conscious, she brushed a lock of hair behind Eva’s ear.
The sleeping girl’s eyelids flickered, and Alyssa retracted her hand in haste. Eva murmured something incomprehensible, eyes opening a crack.
Heart on the verge of beating out of her chest, Alyssa smiled softly at the half-awake girl. Eva smiled back, and sleepily tucked herself into Alyssa’s side. Alyssa instinctively wrapped an arm around her, the adrenaline that came from the panic of being in such close proximity to her wearing off. She let out a yawn, and fell back into sleep, warm and safe.
~*~
Eva woke about an hour later. Sun filled the dorm room, and she opened her eyes.
The last thing she expected to see was Alyssa’s arm around her and her face directly in front of her own. She gasped a bit, and as her stomach fluttered, her smile began to grow.
Eva closed the distance and pressed a sweet kiss to Alyssa’s forehead. She didn’t stir, and gently Eva untangled herself and climbed out of bed. Stepping into her bunny slippers and putting her hair in a messy top-knot, Eva left for the kitchen. On her way out, she paused to admire the still-sleeping form from the doorframe.
~*~
When Alyssa came crawling out of bed an hour later, Eva had breakfast and coffee ready for them. As she handed the drowsy girl her plate, Eva leaned down to say “good morning” and peck her cheek. A pink blush coated Alyssa’s cheeks as she smiled into her coffee. A shared look between them assured Alyssa that the kiss, though a common form of friendly affection for Eva, meant more than it had ever before.
**
sleepy credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24241210
“Come on, Eva, it’ll be fun,” Alyssa said, bouncing on her heels as she stared out the large window of their flat. She wore an excited grin as she watched the snow fall slowly from the sky.
“But it’s cold,” Eva protested from her spot on the sofa. She was wrapped in a warm blanket, her research journal in her lap as she scribbled notes from the latest research.
“We’ll wear plenty of layers, you can wear that nice jumper from Ben’s mom!” Alyssa said matter-of-factly. She looked to Eva, a pleading gaze on her face.
“I need to get these notes down before my meeting tomorrow,” Eva countered. “I’m sorry, Alyssa.”
“Pleaseee,” her wife begged. “Just a few minutes in the snow, and then we’ll come back in and you can get right to work! I’ll even warm up some cocoa for when we come back inside.”
“Alyssa,” Eva whined, though she knew it was pointless. Once Alyssa made up her mind, it was difficult for her to change it.
“Just look at how lovely it looks,” Alyssa looked back out the window. “It’s so mesmerizing.” She sighed happily. “I could watch it snow all day long.”
“It is going to snow all day long, didn’t you see the forecast?” Eva asked, giggling slightly. She stood up, sighing as she unwrapped herself from the blanket. “Come on, then.”
“Really?” Alyssa turned, excitement in her eyes. “I’ll grab our Bitdiddle jumpers!” She dashed towards the bedroom, returning with a handful of warm clothes. “Bundle up!”
Eva and Alyssa both dressed warmly. When they were both ready, Eva turned to Alyssa. “After you!”
Alyssa didn’t need to be told twice. She ran past Eva and out the door, thundering down the two flights of stairs and down into the street. She paused on the sidewalk, looking up at the sky.
Eva watched her, love in her eyes as she took in the view. Alyssa’s innocence drew her in time and time again. She loved the way that Alyssa could look at anything in the world with a fresh set of eyes. It was something that Eva struggled with, but that Alyssa tried to help her learn to do.
“Come dance with me,” Alyssa said, turning to look at Eva, who had taken a seat on the steps of the old building.
“We’ll look silly,” Eva protested.
“We are silly,” Alyssa countered.
Eva knew that she had no argument to that. Standing, she moved towards Alyssa, giggling as the blonde took her into her arms, pulled her close and kissed her.
Together, they danced in the falling snow, uncaring of the world around them.
**
snow credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13185261
“Eva! We… mmph… can’t…” The rest of the words on the tip of Alyssa’s tongue were swallowed by the blonde in front of her. She could feel her lips as they curled up into a smile at the other postgrad student’s feeble interjection.
“Can't, what? Hmm? Alyssa if you do not speak up, I will not know what you want.” The hand that gripped both of the smaller woman’s wrists above them squeezed in reminder of their positions. “But not too loud, of course. We do not want anyone else to hear.”
Eva’s free hand went to the brunette’s rear and palmed the woman in one decisive motion that screamed ‘Mine!’ Alyssa gasped and arched herself closer to the blonde and away from the dusty wall of the supply closet that Eva had dragged them into. Eva answered the brunette’s instinctive demand with a slow nuzzle of her lips against the exposed olive skin of Alyssa’s neck.
“Please… We… I need to- ah!” The blonde not so gently nipped at the other postgrad’s pulse point.
“What do you need to do, hmm? Is there somewhere else that you need to be?” She growled into the soft skin of her lover as the other woman whimpered against the ministrations along her neck and ass. “Does it have anything to do with,” and the hand that originally kept the smaller woman’s arms suspended above them suddenly ghosted above the tiara embedded within the brunette’s elaborate updo. “This, hmm?”
Alyssa froze at the accusation, her eyes wide as they surveyed the blonde as deft fingers gently tapped at the base of the accessory.
“Oh, Eva, please-”
But if the blonde heard the plea in her voice, she chose to ignore it. Instead, her fingers danced around the object and towards the back of the smaller woman’s head. Her fingers found the beginning of a sea of bobby pins beneath the surface.
“I am sure that you have been too busy,” The emphasis on the word was accompanied by a single pluck of a bobby pin as she removed it from the trapped locks. “To see the outside gardens. They look absolutely stunning, I think, for the ceremony to come.”
Pluck. Pluck. Pluck.
“It would be a terrible shame if the bride was nowhere to be found?” Alyssa’s eyes went wide as she processed exactly what Eva was doing. Eyes that had been clouded with desire just moments before were suddenly sparked with anger at the other woman. Her lips parted to deliver a slew of sharp words, only to gasp as Eva took advantage of her long fingers and positioning to dance her appendages right over the other woman’s most responsive petals. While she didn’t breach the silken barrier that stood between her and the prize underneath, Eva was more than capable of making the other woman writhe.
Which was all the distraction she needed to remove the silver tiara from its place on her lover’s crown. Liberated from the army of pins, the accessory tumbled harmlessly to the ground as Eva’s fingers took their place in the brunette’s wild locks.
“There, much better.” The taller woman stepped closer still as her face nuzzled into Alyssa's hair. “You do not need a crown to remind yourself who you belong to?”
She punctuated the question with a sudden curl of her fingers, the silken barrier proved that it might as well not have existed in the face of Eva’s desire and expertise. Alyssa had let out a sharp keen, the reminder to be quiet lost on the brunette as her hips rocked against her lover’s insistent digits. Her eyes were closed, all attempts to put a stop to this ceased in the face of the oncoming wave she could feel build up. Closer and closer.
And then Eva stopped her ministrations and pushed the brunette further against the wall to halt the other woman’s own movement. Alyssa cried out in surprise and disappointment as she could feel herself right on the edge, but blocked by the very person who she needed that last push from.
“Eva, what are you-”
“You did not answer me, just who do you belong to?”
Under any other circumstances, Alyssa would have lashed out at the audacity of the other woman. But she was so close she could practically taste the sensation. The brunette sobbed against her lover, like a drug addict so desperate for that next big high.
“Yours! I’m yours. Please, Eva just - “ And the blonde redoubled her efforts, and Alyssa would have sighed in relief but she found her hips free and suddenly she was far too occupied with her quest to get that much closer to those masterful digits.
When the wave finally crashed down on her, Eva was quick to swallow the scream that was sure to follow with a heated kiss. She held the smaller woman through the aftershocks of her orgasm, her lips there to cushion the various whimpers and sighs that threatened to escape. Eventually the intensity of the moment died down and the two were left sagged against each other and Eva’s hands were still buried in curly chestnut locks as she kissed the other woman one last time.
“Yours, for however long you will have me, and even then forever after that.” Alyssa smiled at the blonde’s whispered admission, even as she could barely stand with the way her legs felt like putty beneath her.
The sound of the closet door as it slammed open caused both women to jump. Julie stared in horror at the scene before her, her eyes noticeably glued to the deft fingers that were threaded throughout the brunette’s curly locks.
“You… You…” The shock on the redhead’s face slowly morphed to that of anger and frustration at the duo before her. “I cannot believe you two!”
She pointed to the tousled remains of Alyssa’s updo. “Do you know how long it took me to wrangle her hair into that tiara?! Hours!”
Alyssa had the decency to look suitably ashamed and embarrassed at the admonishment. Eva just looked smug at her handywork.
“Alyssa looks fine!” Eva winked at her fiancée. “If anything, I think she looks beautiful just the way she is.” The purr that accompanied that statement made the rest of the dual bridal party, obscured from view by the redhead that raged at the forefront, groan at the blonde. Julie huffed and pulled Alyssa from the closet.
“Be that as it may, you’re both getting married in an hour!”
“Less than an hour.” someone called out from the other room where the caught couple couldn’t see her.
“Less than an hour!” The maid of honor hissed out at the two. “Seriously, Eva, you couldn’t wait ‘till your honeymoon after the ceremony to make crazy love to your wife?!”
“Nope.” If the smug tone and the sass filled answer didn’t already infuriate the redhead, the way the blonde woman eyed her best friend like she wanted to go for round two in spite of the time crunch certainly did. A strangled noise escaped Julie before she could stop it as she pulled the brunette back towards the powder room.
A squeaked ‘sorry, Julie,’ escaped Alyssa as they moved further away and the rest of the wedding party split in two in hopes that they could salvage the hair and makeup on both the brides in time for the ceremony.
Eva just sauntered back to her own exasperated maid of honor, the accomplished look on her face the only thing that hinted at the plans she had in mind for her soon to be wife.
‘I’m sure we don’t need to stay for the whole reception…’ Eva giggled to herself as her half of the bridal party simultaneously rolled their eyes. At least they knew what they signed up for.
**
tiara credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22943425
Alyssa and Eva both died due to cerebral hemorrages later that day.
Fin.
Fin.
Cease and desist.
This whole thread is full of examples of copyright infringement.
I wish someone would love me.
Endless undefined symbol errors are coming out of her REPL and she curses, muttering under her breath and quickly scrolling up to the first one before tossing the entire procedure with a scowl. She doesn’t even bother to look at it, painfully aware of the fact that it is not salvageable. She should be working on an iterative version of the tree-recursive procedure, but she can't even get her scoping right.
Alyssa crosses her arms, glares at her SICP and huffs, plonking down on her seat without concern for decorum. She’s alone in the room, what need is there for decorum?
“You need to use a let* there,” a soft voice says behind her, and she jumps in fright, heart galloping in her chest. “If you use a let the earlier bindings are not in scope for the later bindings.”
“Eva,” Alyssa spits when she turns and recognizes her. “What are you doing here?”
Eva shrugs with one shoulder and reaches out with one finger toward Alyssa’s SICP, pointing out the third paragraph. “It says so right here.”
“That’s not what I asked,” Alyssa says, sharply. She still looks at the page and—yes, there it is. How had she missed it?
Pursing her lips, Eva looks away. Alyssa frowns. Eva is acting out of character. She should have rolled her eyes and vomited more knowledge at her or maybe make a vaguely sarcastic quip with the sharp tongue many believe Eva doesn't have. At least, that’s what Alyssa has come to expect after months of sharing classes with the girl.
“Eva?” she prompts impatiently after almost a minute has passed without any kind of answer. She’s not concerned. She’s not.
Eva takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders, and sharply turns to face Alyssa again, fists tightly clenched. There’s such a fierce look in her eyes that Alyssa is a little taken aback, and that’s why Eva's next words come as such a surprise.
“Do you maybe want to go to the Pride Parade this weekend?” Eva asks in a single breath, so fast that Alyssa has trouble understanding all the words. She looks terribly nervous as she adds, as if in afterthought, “With me?”
Alyssa’s heart stops beating and her brain refuses to work for a second or two. Then Eva fidgets, looking a little hurt and dejected and sad and says, “Never mind, then—”
Alyssa panics.
“Yes!” she blurts hastily and way too loud. She cringes before clearing her throat, trying to regain at least a bit of her usual cool. The blush on her cheeks is difficult to fight back, but she manages. She thinks. “Yes,” she says again, properly this time. “I’d love to.”
Eva’s eyes are big and hopeful and sparkling, and Alyssa can’t quite meet them if she wants to keep the blush away.
“It’s a date, then,” Eva says, with a smile so bright that is almost blinding and way too much for Alyssa’s poor heart.
The blush wins.
“Yes, it’s a date.”
**
When they first started studying together, Eva quickly realised that Alyssa needed something to fiddle with in order to focus. There was something about who she was that made her completely unable to just sit still. Eva, of course, could not stand this and immediately focused her attention on finding something quiet for Alyssa to play with so that they could study in peace.
From a young age, Eva’s mother would braid her hair whilst she did her homework, an activity that was mutually de-stressing from a long, focused day at their dentistry office and private school, respectively. Remembering this and knowing that she’d still be able to focus, she gave Alyssa permission to sit behind her and play with her hair whilst they read together, to help her concentrate.
This went down like a charm! They would sit together and study in their shared dorm room. Eva sometimes liked to lie down on her front on the carpet with her copy of SICP in front of her to work, so Alyssa would sit down beside her and run her fingers through her hair every day. This arrangement also had the unintended side effect of Alyssa learning new and interesting ways to tie up her own hair after years of mostly letting it flow down her back and get knotted throughout the day.
She tried every new hairstyle she could think of on Eva -- braids, ponytails, pigtails, space buns: if you can think of it, they had discovered it together. Most of them ended up looking horrible, but that was more because of Eva’s sensibilities rather than Alyssa’s craftsmanship, which ended up being quite impressive after a while; she was always focused and gentle. This settled them into a routine for a while, and it would mean Alyssa would often blast through her work with a tight focus in order to finish quickly and have both hands free to play with Eva’s hair, and even led to her grades improving.
That is, until exam season. Eva tried and tried to focus but the anxiety was killing her and she just couldn’t manage on her own. Something was just fundamentally wrong, and she wasn’t able to work with the focus she did in the months before and she couldn’t understand why.
It hit her like a tonne of bricks one day: around this time of the year, she would always be tugging at her own hair to destress, but now she couldn’t: Alyssa was doing that instead. Not wanting to tell Alyssa and risk her feeling bad, Eva secretly tried any alternative she could think of: chewing gum, biting the ends of pens and pencils but nothing worked. She was stumped.
Alyssa wasn’t always the most perceptive girl when it came to other people’s emotions, but it was hard not to notice when Eva was stressed about something, so she asked her what was bothering her when they were studying (or failing to) one day. Eva immediately came clean about how she was no longer able to focus but she didn’t want to risk Alyssa’s ability to study, especially at exam season, and that they had become so synchronized to each other’s study schedules that working privately was no longer an option -- not that either girl wanted to.
“I have an idea,” Alyssa gently told Eva after thinking for a moment. She had them switch places, Alyssa lying down to work on the ground, with Eva sat cross-legged next to her. Eva didn’t understand how this would help either of them at all, and so she sighed in frustration and tried to attack that paragraph she was stuck on for the fiftieth time.
But just like that, Eva realised she was suddenly able to work again. In fact, she had been for an entire hour! She blasted through the whole chapter, copied all her notes up and down and across, learned and relearned her abstractions and compositions -- she worked more consistently than she ever had before. It wasn’t until she was finished that she realised how: she had been running her free hand through Alyssa’s silky hair the whole time without even noticing. She looked down at her. Alyssa was still working; it seemed as if the sensation of having Eva’s fingers drift through her hair had been enough to placate her fidgets as well. Eva smiled to herself, and continued to play with Alyssa’s hair long after they both finished studying.
From then on, neither of them had any problems studying ever again.
**
braiding credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22191877
Alyssa walked into the kitchen, hair tousled and eyes still clouded with a bit of sleep. It was Eva’s first day as Professor of Computer Science so Alyssa had gotten up even earlier than her mildly workaholic wife was wont to do so that she could make her favorite breakfast. The bacon was the perfect sort of crispy, the pancakes were fluffy, the juice freshly squeezed and the coffee was piping hot, swirled with just the right amount of sweet cream. Alyssa placed everything under a lid and went outside to the garden to retrieve a few of her wife’s favorite flowers to add to the breakfast tray she had put together.
Back inside, she trimmed the fragrant lilies and put them in a cut crystal vase and added it to the tray. The finishing touches were a small dish of butter and a little pitcher of maple syrup. With a satisfied smile, she picked up the tray and headed upstairs to wake her lovely wife. She nudged open the door, looking in to see that Eva was still fast asleep and curled up with Alyssa's pillow. Alyssa set the tray down on the bedside table and sat down on the bed next to her yet unconscious wife. “Eva, it's time to wake up, my darling.”
A groan emerged from the nest of blankets, “Five more minutes, Alyssa, just five more minutes, please!”
Alyssa chuckled, “I could do that, my love, but I’m sure there's a law somewhere on the books that would get me in trouble for eating the Professor's breakfast.”
A head of unruly light brown curls popped up over the blankets at the mention of food. “If there isn’t then there should be. Stealing pancakes is an absolutely criminal offense.”
The last bit was said through a mouthful of pancakes which only made Alyssa grin and roll her eyes. “Go ahead and eat, my love, I’ll get your things laid out so you can just hop in the shower and get ready.”
Eva set down her coffee and pulled Alyssa into a sweet kiss, “You take such good care of me. You always have and I love that about you. That and everything else. You are the best part of my life, Alyssa.”
Alyssa looked at her wife with tears of happiness shimmering in her eyes, “I feel exactly the same way, my love. That being said, you should get a move on, Madam Professor. It wouldn’t do for you to be late on your first day.”
Eva’s eyes widened in alarm and she threw the blankets off and raced into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, Eva emerged clean and dressed in a smart royal blue skirt with a sharp white blouse. She grabbed her monogrammed leather briefcase off the chair next to the bathroom door and turned to face Alyssa. “Well, how do I look, love?”
Alyssa ran her eyes down the length of her body, taking in her perfectly coiffed hair, her light but precise make-up and the way that her blouse clung to her body in just the right way. “Perfect, Madam Professor, absolutely perfect.” She stood and kissed her wife on the cheek, “I’ll walk you to the door, darling.”
Eva smiled and took her wife’s hand and the pair left the room. After seeing Eva off, with extra kisses, a small smile played across Alyssa’s lips as she walked back to start her own day. She really did have the best wife and the best life.
**
breakfast in bed credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21625468
autism
Eva can’t look more beautiful than this.
Alyssa tells herself this at least daily, she thinks, but somehow she gets proven wrong every single time again. She ought to realise she’ll never get it right at this rate.
Eva’s sitting on their sofa, curled up in a hand-knitted blanket of the softest wool Alyssa could find for her, a steaming cup of tea clasped tightly in both her hands. Alyssa’s proven wrong time and time again, but here she is thinking those same words once more. Eva can’t look more beautiful than she does right now.
“What are you looking at?” Alyssa’s asked with a teasing grin that tells her the Computer Science professor knows exactly what she’s looking at, but she chuckles regardless. Eva could say anything at all to her, and she’d be charmed.
“Just the most beautiful woman I’ve laid my eyes on in my life.”
“And here I thought you spent half your time looking in a mirror.”
It takes Alyssa a moment to understand Eva’s meaning (it’s early, after all), but when she does she snorts — actually snorts. “Could you be more cheesy, darling?”
“No, not really.”
“How do I put up with you?”
But Alyssa’s smiling, radiantly so, and sits down on the sofa next to her adorable wife. How ever did she end up so lucky as to have her?
There’s no ‘putting up’ with Eva, only the bliss that comes with waking up next to her and being able to watch her get ready for the day. There’s revelling in having her lipstick — always just as she’s put it on because it seems timing is something Eva doesn’t have — ruined by goodbye turned “I can be late for one day” kisses.
Alyssa must’ve been staring because she’s being laughed at now and she’s proven wrong already. Eva looks even more beautiful with cheeks red from laughter.
She kisses Eva then, carefully not to disturb the mug in her hands, for just a brief moment. A peck on her lips, then a peck on her nose and both her cheeks until Eva’s smiling so brightly Alyssa can’t help but laugh — delighted, how the other woman has that power over her.
“Good morning, my love.” Alyssa whispers.
“Good morning.”
How ever she got so lucky as to wake up each morning with Eva she will never quite understand, but Alyssa is oh so terrifically grateful for it. Grateful to be entering her living room to find her gorgeous wife on their shared sofa, sipping tea from a mug Alyssa had gotten her for her birthday last year.
Grateful to be handed part of the blanket with no question when Eva lowers her mug and snuggles up to her with an easy smile on her face. Alyssa takes the mug from her, taking a sip or two herself with her eyes closed before she puts it down on the low table. She looks down at Eva, who's resting her head against her shoulders. Comfortable, warm, and safe. Heaven on earth, if you’d ask her.
Outside it’s snowing, christmas is approaching and it’ll be a whirlwind of visiting friends and family and trying to combine it all with no awkwardness or fights over the dinner table. Maybe she’ll put a piece of mistletoe above the front door as well, she’ll see.
Alyssa kisses the top of Eva’s head with a radiant smile, wrapping her arms around her. She’ll see. There’s all the time in the world, she’s got this mesmerizing woman at her side and truthfully, what else matters?
They’ve got little else planned today and Alyssa’s grateful for that too. An entire day of just Eva — doesn’t that just sound like an ideal world?
She’s staring again, it seems. Eva raises her eyebrows at her with that gentle chuckle of hers. “What’s on your mind, Alyssa?”
“Nothing in particular, dear.” Alyssa tells her with another peck to her lips, resting her forehead against Eva’s. Would she be too repetitive to correct herself once more and state that this is the most beautiful she’s ever seen her? “I just love you, that’s all.”
Eva looks up at her with those enchanting deep brown eyes and her lips curled into a knowing yet flattered smile. Alyssa’s next kiss lingers longer, after she’s been told the words “I love you too, angel.”
**
snuggle credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21091616
Their first kiss is in pouring summer rain, drenching them through their clothes, making them shiver from chill as well as excitement as they run for a nearby tree, book-bags bouncing as they go, slipping on wet grass, holding each other up, hand in hand.
It’s been coming all year, glances over books in the library, blushing as each has accidentally brushed against the other when they’ve passed in the halls, knees coming together under tables during shared assignments in Algorithms and Data Structures, all little things leading to this, even when they were first-years and just starting on SICP. Now they’re here, under this tree, looking at each other with longing, panting a little from running, each wishing this is it, that this is the moment it happens, the day, the hour, the minute, the second between breaths until their lips finally meet. Eva has raindrops in her lashes, shining like gems, making her prettier than ever, she looks a picture of Snow White with her ivory skin, ruby-red lips and raven hair, not that Alyssa minds, she’s not vain. Alyssa's hair is bushy from the damp and she doesn’t look close to a fairy-tale princess like Eva does, Eva still sinks her fingers into it as she pushes her against the bark at her back, is leaning close, breath close, kissing close. ‘Please,’ Alyssa gasps, touching her hand on Eva’s cheek, her dark skin a contrast to hers. ‘Alyssa…’ Eva says. They close the distance together.
Eva’s lips on Alyssa’s lips are soft, her body pressing perfect and soft against Alyssa’s own, and she sighs into the kiss, the warmth of it enough in the damp chill, which she finds herself caring for very little now that there are Eva’s fingers in her hair and on her waist and Eva’s lips on hers in their first kiss, eager and exploring.
Rain makes the rest of the world disappear and there are just them, just them and their touch and their words the falling raindrops drow. The tree they've taken shelter under isn't living up to its name in the early-summer pour, yet they giggle with abandon when not kissing, hands touching faces and settling on hips, lips searching each other's for another kiss and another and another, they can’t seem to stop now they’ve started, nor do they want to, giddy with it.
Eventually and still all too soon the rain stops and they have to leave, now shivering in earnest in their wet clothes as even the heat of their kisses couldn’t warm them up. They walk hand in hand up to the dorms, drenched throughout, lips kissed red, destined to spend days in bed with a spring-cold by the end of the day. But neither can care, not in that moment, not in that precious bit of time when all there is and can be is their joined hands and the words they have shared and the understanding that they have started something wonderful, that they are a couple now.
** first kiss credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18605917
There was a standing date at a coffee shop about three blocks from the MIT campus. The employees knew it, the regulars knew it, even the old couple that took their afternoon stroll past the windows knew it. Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, at 5 p.m. you could find the pair huddled on a couch that sat just inside the door of the shop and faced the small stage that was frequently used for open mic nights by the local “bohemians”. They were always sat close together and spoke in low tones. If you listened closely when you walked past, you would hear words like “tree-recursive” and “letrec”. You might not know what they meant, but those two most certainly did.
They were visually opposites. One had sleek, blonde hair (sometimes pulled up into a bun and held by a pencil), pale skin, and large blue eyes. The other had dark brown, curly hair, sun-kissed skin, and narrow, thoughtful brown eyes. The blonde was often dressed in bright colors, especially yellow. “For luck you know.” The brunette was more conservatively dressed, often in a pencil skirt and matching blouse as if she had just come from working in academia.
They usually spent about two hours there, with cups of mocha (for the brunette, just so she could get through the rest of the day) and chai (for the blonde, to clear her head of combinators). Some days they talked non-stop, the brunette venting her frustrations with her faculty co-workers and friends. The blonde would listen with a thoughtful smile on her face, never really offering advice, but giving an ear to listen. Then there were the days that they didn’t talk at all. They sat there and read, switching books or magazines when they were done.
After the first month, the coffee shop owner learned their names. Though he felt they were odd, he didn’t say anything. He was just happy to have a names with a faces. The blonde was Alyssa Hacker and the brunette was Eva Lu Ator. Really they were lovely names for two lovely young ladies.
They continued to come to the shop for several months. It was always peaceful and whoever was on duty that day knew to make sure the couch was cleared off by five so the girls had a place to sit. Sometimes the brunette would be late and those would be the days the barista could hear her fussing all the way from the counter. There was never a mess when they left and if they had read books from the “Give and Take” shelves, they were returned and organized neatly, often more neatly than before.
Then one Tuesday, about eight months after they started coming, only Eva showed up. She got her mocha and sat on the couch. She pulled a book from her bag and began to read, a slight frown on her face. You could tell she wasn’t paying attention to the book because she sat there for almost 30 minutes at one point, staring at the book without turning a page. The owner was there that day and asked if she was ok. Eva just smiled tremulously and nodded her head. “Yes, I’m ok. Thanks.” He nodded back at her and left her be. She sat there the usual two hours before returning the book to her shelf, the cup to the counter, and left. Her gait was slow and heavy. The owner was concerned for the girl and said a silent prayer that everything would be ok.
Thursday was the same, except it was Alyssa. She seemed as distracted as her counterpart, barely sipping her chai and not even picking up a book or magazine. She stared at the little stage lost in thought. It was a different person on duty that day and she mentioned it to the owner the following day, he sighed and shrugged. He explained about Eva on Tuesday and now they were both worried.
Saturday came and neither woman showed up. The owner had made a point to be there that day and became more anxious. He had grown to like the women not only for their quiet demeanor but for the love they seemed to share for each other. Oh they never admitted they were partners or anything like that. It was just something they exuded. It was the way Alyssa would just stare at Eva when the brunette was getting lost in a book. Or how Eva would subtly grab Alyssa’s hand and keep hold of it all afternoon. Just the little things.
Neither showed up at all the next week, nor the next. It was nerve-wracking for the staff because they had no idea where the girls lived or how to check on them. Even the old couple who passed every day stopped in and asked about them.
And then they were there.
They burst into the coffee shop on a Tuesday afternoon three weeks after the first time one went missing. They were all smiles and laughter and holding hands. They could barely take their eyes of each other and almost tripped on their way to the counter. They got their drinks and made their way over to the couch to sit. No books for them today. The owner beamed at them as he approached from the back.
“Well, nice to have you back, ladies!”
Eva blushed as Alyssa beamed. “Well,” the blonde said. “We’ve only just come back from our honeymoon. We haven’t even seen our family yet. We knew this would be our first stop because it means so much to us.”
The owner beamed and let them know their drinks were on the house the rest of the week.
They continued their coffee house visits for years. When the owner got on in years and decided to sell, they bought it. It was their shop, their place of peace. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.
** date credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15798330
[1/2]
The professor is busy giving a detailed explanation of Algorithms and Data Structures' grading rubric, but Alyssa isn't listening; she looked it up weeks ago, the information now carefully printed on the inside cover of her notebook. Frankly, she's surprised more people didn't do the same.
While she waits for the rest of the class to catch up, Alyssa studies her fellow students, seizing the opportunity to do so before actual lessons begin and her full attention is required. It feels strange that Eva's is the only face she recognizes. It's been so long since she's been in a room full of strangers.
The professor starts in on the syllabus, but Alyssa's mind stays adrift; she's memorised their assignments through the Easter holidays. Done examining those students whose faces she can see from her seat, Alyssa stares unseeing at the back of Eva's head. She watches the light bounce blue and black off Eva's midnight-dark hair and wonders how Louis and Ben's day is going. And that's when it happens.
Eva moves.
She reaches up and wraps her fingers around the long, thick plait that hangs halfway down her back, pulling it over her shoulder to drape in her lap. Eva slips her fingers into the strands at the back of her neck, into that place right before they tuck and twist into the plait, and Alyssa is sitting close enough to see the wetness at Eva's nape. For a moment, she thinks she can smell the sweat on Eva's skin, dark and earthy and secret, and she leans forward in her seat and breathes deeply through her nose.
Eva's fingers fall away from her neck and Alyssa fixates on the smooth skin there. She wonders what it looks like elsewhere on Eva's body. Not just on the curve of her neck, but on the slope of her breasts, wrapped around her hips and buttocks. Framed around the pink between Eva's legs.
Alyssa sits bolt upright, her body jittery, and she can't breathe all of a sudden. Her clothes are too tight and she's hot – far too hot to be sitting in this classroom, listening to the professor drone on about the format of the final exam. She grips the edges of her desk and wraps her calves around the legs of her chair; she'd look like a fool if she ran out on the first day.
Closing her eyes, Alyssa takes a deep breath, but behind her eyelids are pink nipples and a warm, open smile, and she thinks she may actually pass out before all around her feet start to shuffle and chairs scrape against the floor in the rush for the door.
Alyssa opens her eyes and exhales hard, rising from her desk on shaky legs. She exits the classroom quickly, trying not to catch anyone's eye on her way out.
**
Alyssa's learned to expect it: the heat, the sudden feeling of too-tight clothing and too little skin. The sharp pain in her chest that pushes the breath from her lungs and makes her eyes widen, mouth gasping around air it doesn't seem to be able to pull inside. Every time, it's because of Eva, Alyssa knows that now. She just doesn't know what to do with it, this knowledge. It's the first time she's ever felt that way.
At the moment, she and Eva are sharing a desk in the library. The room smells musty, like old tomes and stale ink, but Alyssa's barely noticed.
Instead, her eyes trace a path from the top left corner of her textbook – edged out in the middle of the table, across the imaginary line she's drawn down the center – to the top right corner of Eva's identical tome. Alyssa silently measures the distance, weighs it. She lets the number sit on her tongue for a moment because, again, she's not quite sure what to do with this information. She just feels the need to collect it, to quantify her feelings, somehow.
Alyssa studies Eva's dark head bent low over her notes, the long thick plait piled on the tabletop beside her, and feels hot again. She prays the feeling passes quickly, because she really doesn't want to have to leave the library. She's dashed to the loo between classes three times this week – back pressed against the stall door and it's only a matter of time before she's caught.
Hoping for a distraction, Alyssa turns her attention to Eva's notes. Eva's writing is familiar now – half in cursive, half in script – and Alyssa wants to ask how Eva decides which letters get which treatment. Instead, she learns each one by heart: the wide, loopy Ps crowding the letters that follow it. The Es, little more than dashes, as if Eva's too focused on the word up ahead to finish the previous one up properly.
The written words aren't enough though; Alyssa wants to see Eva's mouth moving over them. She wants to know if they're as lovely on Eva's lips as they are on paper. If her mouth puckers around the Ps, keeping the rest of the word on hold. If she rushes past the Es, leaving her words open-ended in her eagerness to finish a thought.
Alyssa shakes her head. When did she become so romantic? She scolds herself, until Eva looks up from her notes and smiles, and then all the words in Alyssa's head suddenly seem to rhyme.
[2/2]
Alyssa ducks into the stacks and leans back against the shelves housing Parallel Processing through Procedural Generation. She immediately buries one hand in her skirt, her cunt already slick, the other pinching tight around a nipple. She feels reckless and desperate, but if she doesn't do this now she won't survive the rest of the day's revision.
Silently urging herself on as her fingers move roughly against her clit, Alyssa still has the presence of mind to wonder how she got to this point: rationalising a quick go in the library while her Register Machines partner waits for her to return with a fresh set of textbooks. She tells herself not to think too much about it – a familiar entreaty these past few weeks – and concentrates on the task at hand.
Alyssa slips a finger inside herself, biting her lip around a small moan, when the bulb above her head flickers to life. She freezes, hands everywhere they shouldn't be, and peers down the other end of the aisle just as Eva emerges at the mouth of the stacks, heading straight towards her.
As usual, Eva's face betrays nothing, as serious and resolute as when she's working on a particularly difficult tail recursion, and Alyssa can't stand it all of a sudden. For weeks, she's dreamed about Eva's skin, her hair. Memorised the shape of her mouth around vowels and the way her pen moves when she signs her name. But Alyssa wants more than an unflappable study partner whose habits she's endlessly cataloguing, the distance between them measured and unchanging.
Eva finally reaches her, and Alyssa knows that less than half a meter separates them now. She steels herself for a moment before lifting her eyes to Eva's, holding Eva's gaze as she slowly moves her hand inside her skirt. Her clit is swollen and sensitive, and she's even wetter than before; however this ends, it'll be over soon.
She rubs her clit faster, hips tilting up to meet her frantic fingers, back arching against the rows of books supporting her weight. Eva's face is impassive, but Alyssa notices the way her eyes dilate as she watches Alyssa touch herself, nostrils flaring around quickening breath.
The pressure in Alyssa's cunt starts to build and her stomach clenches in anticipation, body poised on that precipice right before the floor drops out from under her. She bites her lip to stop from crying out as the muscles in her legs tighten and her orgasm rushes through her, the back of her head falling roughly against a sharp edge of the bookcase. Her eyes squeeze shut and it's almost too much – she might actually break under the force of it – but she doesn't let up, moving against herself until it's almost painful.
The pleasure recedes from her limbs, leaving them hollow and shaky, and Alyssa's eyes drift open as she starts to come back to herself. Eva catches her wrist as it falls from under her skirt, and Alyssa stops breathing as Eva lifts her hand to her mouth and laves each finger with her tongue. Her fingers slip from Eva's lips a moment later, and Eva smiles at her, somehow both daring and shy. Promising.
Suddenly, Alyssa doesn't regret the countless hours spent tracking Eva's every gesture, measuring the space between them at every turn. Eva's smile, Alyssa's taste on Eva's lips, is finally something Alyssa understands.
Alyssa wraps her hand around the back of Eva's neck and kisses her hard; a promise in return. Because, yes, this is definitely information Alyssa knows what to do with.
**
information credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51081
** Alyssa loved the fluffy abomination that her sister bought her as a house warming gift. >>30-33
** fox spirit Eva >>42-43
GAY
Eva raised herself up on one elbow, so that she could lean over Alyssa. Taking care not to raise the duvet too much she slid one hand underneath, and down Alyssa's ribs. As Alyssa moved into the touch Eva kept her hand moving further down until she could slip her fingers underneath the waistband of Alyssa's knickers. Leaving her hand there, slowly moving her fingers along the crease of Alyssa's hip, occasionally dipping down so that she could bring her hand round to stroke Alyssa's bum, Eva shifted slightly so that Alyssa could roll onto one side.
"Morning." Eva whispered into Alyssa's hair and giggled as Alyssa yawned into her neck.
"Morning." Alyssa snuffled slightly and then gasped as Eva started to slip her fingers out of her knickers. "Don't stop." Alyssa whined a little and pressed herself more tightly into Eva. "That was a lovely way to wake up."
"I'm not stopping." Eva smiled. "I just thought you might want to take your knickers off."
"Do it for me." Eva grinned, and flipped the duvet back far enough to be able to see Alyssa stretched out and sleep heavy. She had one leg bent at the knee, and as Eva moved across the bed Alyssa slipped her other one around Eva's waist. "But now I can't get your knickers off." Eva said as she pressed a kiss behind Alyssa's knee.
"Oh dear." Alyssa said, not sounding sorry in the least. "Whatever are you going to do about that?" She arched her back so that Eva's field of vision was filled with the sight of Alyssa's breasts only barely covered by the silk camisole she was wearing.
Eva bit her lip, and ripped Alyssa's lace knickers to shreds. "Oops."
"Oops indeed." Alyssa smirked, and then swallowed a gasp as Eva wriggled further down the bed, kissing her way up Alyssa's thigh as she did. Eva paused for a second, and looked up. "Don't stop." Alyssa moaned and spread her legs a little further apart.
"What will you do if I do?" Eva asked, and then leaned down to blow a quick puff of air over Alyssa's clitoris.
"I'll, oh, goddess," Alyssa wriggled with pleasure. "I'll tie you to that chair in the dining room, oh, do that again, and strip you to your underwear, and then run a feather up and down those luscious thighs of yours until you are squirming and writhing and begging me. And then I'll, oh, lick at your clit so gently that you can barely feel it, and you have to push yourself against my face to get enough friction and my face will be covered with your juices. When you're begging and pleading I'll release the ties and fuck you with my fingers as you shout and scream."
Eva slid a finger into Alyssa, and shimmied up the bed so that she could reach under Alyssa's camisole and trace a finger around Alyssa's nipple. "Perhaps," she said hoarsely, "I should stop. I could go and have a shower and leave you here on the bed, tell you not to touch yourself, not even to take your top off, see how long you can wait for me to be done in the bathroom."
Alyssa whimpered, and pushed down on Eva's finger, gasping as Eva moved her thumb to rest on Alyssa's clit. "You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I?" Eva twisted Alyssa's nipple sharply. "Well, maybe not. You're far too pretty spread out under me like this, squirming and whimpering. Take your top off."
Alyssa fumbled with the top, and dragged it over her head, pushing her hips down all the while. "Give me another finger, please."
Eva bit down on Alyssa's shoulder and slipped another finger in. "You're so wet. So wet, and I can feel you gripping me."
Alyssa arched her back, and moved her hips restlessly as Eva thrust her fingers in and out, and circled her thumb over Alyssa's clit. "It's all because of you. You make me so mad with lust all of the time. I see you on campus and all I can think about is getting you home, and going down on you against the front door, you still in your work clothes."
"Oh, goddess," Eva gasped and grabbed one of Alyssa's hands and shoved it under the duvet. She shifted slightly so that Alyssa could slide her fingers through Eva's wet curls, and slip a finger into Eva. "I think about it too," Eva gasped as she ground her hips against Alyssa's hand, pleasure shooting through her every time her clit came into contact with Alyssa's knuckle. "When I'm in lectures, or grading boring papers. All I can think of is the way you gasp and whimper when you're about to come, how your face crinkles up and you shake and shudder under my hands."
"Oh," Alyssa clenched her teeth and her body shook as Eva thrust another finger in, and pressed down on her clit, teething at her nipple as she did so. "So good, so good, oh so good." Alyssa slumped back, breathless, and admired the view of Eva raised over her, her perfect breasts and the way her leg muscles were contracting as she tried to get more and more pressure. "Come for me?" Alyssa said and reached for Eva so that she could kiss her. "You're so close, I can feel it."
Eva surged into the kiss, pressing herself against Alyssa completely, and came with a breathless "You are my goddess."
** feather credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/91640
I really didn't needed this...
OH HELL NAW..........
Alyssa slips out of bed early on Sunday morning, awake thanks to the sunlight creeping in through their curtains. Eva is oblivious to it, sprawled out across most of the mattress, her hand slipped between the pillows on their bed. Alyssa grins at her, feeling suffused with happiness, and pads out into the kitchen, the tiles cool against her feet. She hovers between cereal and toast before she notices just how thirsty she is and opens the fridge to dig around for the orange juice.
She pours a glass, already thinking about crawling back into bed and kissing Eva's shoulder, or maybe pushing her cold toes between Eva's calves if she's in the mood to be punished. She smiles, breathes in the morning air and takes a long sip of juice, cool as it pours down her throat. She refills the glass and carries it back to the bedroom.
Eva is already awake when she gets back, sitting up and sleep-ruffled, a hand tangled in her hair as she blinks owlishly at Alyssa.
"Morning," Alyssa says. "You awake?"
"Mm," says Eva by way of answer.
Alyssa laughs. Eva isn't a morning person unless she's seeing it from the wrong side, and it's rare for her to form much by way of sentences before she's had a coffee. She offers the orange juice, and Eva grabs it, swallowing most of it in one go.
"Hey!" Alyssa says, indignant. "I was going to have some of that!"
Eva's eyes widen innocently, and she keeps her mouth shut, paused mid-swallow. She beckons Alyssa over.
"What?"
Eva beckons more insistently, leaning forward slightly, and Alyssa goes to meet her. Eva pulls her onto the bed, tilting her backwards.
"What are you --" Alyssa begins, startled, but then Eva bends over her, kissing her open mouth. Alyssa gasps a little as she feels cool, sweet liquid dripping onto her tongue. She opens her mouth more, searching, and Eva tastes sweet too as Alyssa runs her tongue along the roof of Eva's mouth. She wraps her arms around Eva's shoulders, dragging her onto the bed, and drinks her down.
Eva whispers next to Alyssa's ear, her voice thick with alluring suggestion, and something hot courses through Alyssa's veins. It's been months since their wedding, and she still shivers with anticipation every time Eva touches her.
"I want --" she starts, her voice more begging in tone than she would like, but Eva is at least three steps ahead of her, slipping a hand between Alyssa's thighs where she's already aching.
Alyssa arches up, wanting Eva's deft fingers inside her, Eva's mouth on her breast, and Eva is already there, taking Alyssa apart, knowing her better than Alyssa knows herself. There's a laugh in Eva's throat and wicked delight in her eyes, and Alyssa has to reach to cup her face, draw her up so she can kiss her and kiss her, while all the while Eva's fingers curl within her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. It's not long before it's too much and she's falling, riding out her climax against Eva's mouth and her hands,
"God, you're so --" Eva says above her as Alyssa's whole body relaxes into contented afterglow.
"I'm so what?" she asks, eyes half shut.
"Gorgeous," Eva says emphatically, and kisses Alyssa's damp collarbone.
"Flattery will get you nowhere," Alyssa says with a grin, opening her eyes again.
"Oh?" Eva says, challenging, and Alyssa sits up, grabbing Eva's hips to stop her overbalancing.
"Well, maybe on this occasion," Alyssa concedes, and hitches Eva up to slide a thigh beneath her.
The feel of the heat of Eva's sex on her bare skin sent another pulse of desire through Alyssa, and she shifts, creating friction. Eva groans above her, her whole body rocking, and she rests her forehead on Alyssa's shoulder, her breath stuttering. Alyssa holds her tight, moving her hand down to clutch at the curve of Eva's arse as she licks a path between Eva's breasts. It's not enough, not quite, and so Alyssa presses the heel of her hand against Eva's clit, working her in tight, firm circles until Eva is tensing above her, biting down on Alyssa's shoulder as she comes apart.
Eva lets herself fall back onto the bed, afterwards, grabbing Alyssa's hand and dragging her back with her. "Don't even think about getting up again," she mutters.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Alyssa says mildly, and it's true. There are a dozen things she ought to be doing, but here there is a naked, warm, freshly-pleasured Eva, and it's really no contest. She burrows back under the covers and Eva curls around her, already half asleep.
Alyssa presses a kiss to Eva's temple, and she can feel Eva's smile against her skin. She lets her arm curve around Eva's waist, their legs tangle together, and Alyssa wonders idly, as she lets her eyes fall shut, if she's entirely sure where she ends and Eva begins.
**
orange juice credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38274
[1/2]
It was a rare day off for the both of them. It should be considered a crime to spend the morning anywhere but in bed, snuggled up to your wife and exchanging lazy kisses before drifting off to sleep again -- or before the snuggles could turn into something more passionate. Doing anything else was a violation of her core principles to Eva Lu Ator, the ever-overworked computer science professor.
When she awoke from her slumber she still felt the pleasant tingle of the prior night inside her. Memories of gasps, velvet touches and low whispers made her reach out for a certain warm body next to her -- only to find the bed empty; the unique fragrance a mere reminder. Groggily she opened her eyes. She was entangled in the sheets, yet she wasn't able to detect that wonderful nude form of her wife that she fell asleep curled up against. Emptiness was all that greeted her and Eva, infamous morning mummy, had already been deprived of the only thing worth waking up to.
Grumpily she swung her legs over the edge. She couldn't be bothered to find the clothes that had been tossed across the room in the darkness and settled for a bathrobe and slippers instead, making minimal effort to straighten out her bed hair. It was too early in the morning and she needed to find her wife. Or coffee. Or preferably both -- which luckily was one of the many benefits of having married said wife.
Before they had become a couple Eva jokingly used to say that whoever could put up with her morning moods and still greet her with a fresh cup of coffee would make perfect wife material.
She followed the noise of rummaging into the kitchen where a mouthwatering sight greeted her. Apparently Alyssa had not put much thought into her morning appearance either, having put on nothing but underwear and a nightgown which Eva identified as her own. It was hiking up every so often and leaving Eva with peeks at soft cheeks while said woman was working on the coffee machine. With every motion the hem of the nightgown seemed to lift sporadically and so she found her eyes practically glued to it. She may have been deprived of her favorite way to wake up, but having her wife prepare coffee while jam and fresh croissants were waiting on the kitchen table -- it came pretty damn close, Eva thought.
Sleepiness was quickly replaced as a very different kind of heat began spreading inside her body. Eva was mesmerized. It was too damn early in the morning and she could not possibly ravish her wife before breakfast. Or could she?
Alyssa had never been opposed to them defiling every single surface of their shared apartment, and Alyssa had certainly not been an innocent part in occurrences involving the kitchen table and the counter. And so little space was left for reason as Eva's legs began moving again, the dragging sound of her slippers alerting Alyssa who then turned around to greet her sleepyhead.
“Good morning, gorgeous.”
She made a beeline for her goddess and in a swift, determined motion embraced her from behind, encircling her waist and effectively trapping her against the counter. She nuzzled into her shoulder, murmuring with remaining tiredness in her voice.
“Mmmmh, morning. You were missing from bed.” she lamented.
Alyssa chuckled. “I figured you would like to wake up to fresh coffee. Speaking of, it's almost done.” she defended herself, motioning towards the coffee machine.
Eva sighed into her neck in deep contentment. “Mmmmh, marry me.”
Another chuckle was heard, even warmer than the previous one. “I'm afraid there's only so many times we're allowed to marry each other, sweetheart.”
Instead of giving a witty comeback Eva's mouth had preoccupied itself by peppering tiny butterfly kisses all over Alyssa’s neck, who in response had begun to turn her head to accommodate the loving ministrations better. She sighed happily in reaction to the attention she was receiving. Meanwhile Eva's fingers began to slide under the hem of her nightgown, sneakily working their way up over the toned stomach until they were cupping Alyssa's breasts.
“My, my, someone is eager this morning.” she gasped.
Eva had been placing sucking kissess on her neck, much to Alyssas delight, and managed to disconnect her lips just long enough to murmur a reply into her ear: “I can't help it. A sexy lady making me breakfast in my own kitchen with almost no clothes on? You're just irresistible.”
She felt a chuckle run through Alyssa. “What about your coffee?”
“Hmm, tempting, but it can wait.”
Alyssa feigned a gasp. “Who are you and what have you done to my wife?”
The pads of her thumbs were now playing with the sensitive buds of Alyssa's breasts, stimulating them in circling motions that drew out delightful little gasps. Eva knew very well how to take advantage of her lack of protective clothing and she was adamant on making good use of it. The attack on her senses made Alyssa arch her back slightly, pushing her hips back into Eva's, yet there was simply no escape from the devilish fingers of her assailant. She was trapped firmly between the counter and her wife's warm body -- not that she had any intention of being anywhere else.
Eva almost hissed as she leaned up to whisper a husky reply into her ear: “Your wife is going to enjoy her morning coffee. Right after she is thoroughly done with you.”
Alyssa gasped as nimble teeth started nibbling on her earlobe. She had subconsciously been tipping over the counter, barely mindful enough to keep a safe distance from the coffee and the mugs. This position now allowed Eva to take advantage of the angle by letting one of her hands slip lower again into her underwear, eager to find her wetness and grant her mind-boggling pleasure. Two naughty fingers found Alyssa's folds, making a digging motion to stimulate her sweet sensitive spot from the outside. She could no longer contain any lewd sounds over being assaulted everywhere at once, noticeably grinding into her wife's every touch as her fingers curled devilishly to give her more friction.
“Darling...My sweet...”
[2/2]
Her pet names were endearing, but she was more than determined to make her moan her name.
She felt the panting woman grow desperate over the rhythmic motions, her legs instinctively spreading wider to grant her better access. But Eva too needed more, she needed the clothes to go, she had to feel the smooth hot skin move against herself.
Abruptly pulling away she turned her wife around, both hands finding the hem of her nightgown again to lift it up. Alyssa understood the motion and raised her arms so that the loose piece of clothing could once more be taken off and tossed aside carelessly.
She then dove in to meet the other pair of lips which were no less hungry for contact, exchanging heated and lasting kisses, nibbling, teasing, pulling away and repeating the game all over again. Short pecks were followed by longer ones that never failed to take Eva's breath away. She swore she could make out with Alyssa all day long, but if her little moans and gasps coupled with a shortness of breath were any indication then her wife had clear needs that Eva felt delighted to tend to first.
Alyssa just hummed in approval and eventually Eva managed to seize her underwear to tug it down the long slender legs. The other woman complied all too eagerly and stepped out of the last drenched piece of clothing that had been covering her.
Eva now found herself on her knees in front of the goddess that was her wife, on an eye level with her crotch and the mere scent she emitted made her lose every last piece of sanity. She licked her lips in wild anticipation, imagining how it would be to taste the other woman, to run her tongue through the delicious folds until she was writhing in pleasure against her. Her eyes lifted to take in the panting form of the woman that could now only be described as a hot mess aching for her sweet release, clinging to the kitchen counter to stabilize herself in consideration for her own treacherous legs.
“Darling...Eva...Please.”
That was all the encouragement Eva needed.
Nudging Alyssa's legs to spread apart for her she took a last good look before diving in. Her tongue was relentless, unyielding. Every inch of the woman's drenched folds was explored, her tongue occasionally straying to tease her most sensitive spot before wandering again. Each lick became firmer than the last, nibbling and savoring the delicious flesh to offer her the sweet sensations she had been waiting for.
Every little gasp and moan she managed to draw from Alyssa only urged her on in her quest to pleasure her lovely wife.
She ran her tongue up and down the slit in different patterns, having learned how to drive the other woman crazy. Every time she hit an especially tender spot she felt long fingers clench and yank on her hair. Eva was taking her sweet time in teasing until she was confident that she couldn't take it anymore.
"Darling, I'm-... Oh-..."
She practically melted under the sensual ministrations. Her flexible body slowly eased into a wider stance as her knees grew weaker and weaker. Another sensitive flick of the tongue had her body tense up, her hand now again joining the other one in grabbing the counter firmly and she heavily leaned into her elbows. With Alyssa weight now shifting away from her legs Eva wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation. She guided one of the trembling limbs onto her own shoulder and thus gained a better angle to continue the heavenly torture.
Eva now started to focus on the sensitive bundle of nerves fully, taking it between her lips and sucking on it attentively. The stimulus was too much and the body in front of her suddenly went rigid, her back arching sharply to bring her hips even closer to her wife who fought hard to press back. Alyssa gasped and Eva's efforts never once dwindled, keeping up the sucking motions as her lips helped her through the climax, eating her out eagerly and getting totally lost in that scent that had filled her whole being.
Only when she felt the gentle hand return to her temple she dared let go. Her face was guided backwards and tilted up just so that she could meet the dreamy expression in her wife's eyes again. She looked clearly out of breath, satisfied, fulfilled.
Eva stood and their arms found their way around each other again. She pulled the nude panting body close while she allowed her to catch her breath again, peppering her face with kisses before their lips could lock anew.
Alyssa sighed in contentment but hadn't lost her sense of smugness yet. “Magnificent, as usual. You must have been eager for breakfast.”
At that remark bashfulness suddenly returned to Eva. Before the sense of embarrassment could overcome her she tried to divert the innuendo. “Breakfast sounds good. I heard there would be coffee as well.”
“Oh, absolutely, and croissants and jam.” Alyssa replied, leading her wife over to sit by the kitchen table, as if totally oblivious to her still very nude state and to what just had happened between them.
“Sit. I’ll get your coffee. And after breakfast, my love,”
Alyssa turned away to retrieve their coffee mugs.
“You shall be the next serving.”
**
I'm disappointed at how many of these are just wordfiltered alterations of unrelated fanfic.
Surely we can do better than this.