This is inspired by DROWN-IN-SEQUINS, and dedicated to the amazing and spifftasterific people on the anti-JB stories thread. Most especially to Ada for creating it, and encouraging me.
Tess stares at her cabin ceiling
late at night
Long after everyone else is
Dreaming Sweet Dreams.
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She lies on her sheets
Thinking. Just thinking.
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On the lonely nights, she finds herself
drifting
Back and back into the past.
Into Caitlyn.
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Memories of manicured fingers woven into
that wild mane.
Hugs and fevered embraces
Moans swallowed by chapped lips.
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Sometimes, when Tess is Thinking,
she wonders
If maybe, just maybe she let something good
Slip through her fingers
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She remembers how Caitlyn
Interested her,
Attracted her,
Tricked Tess into
Loving her.
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She remembers how
exhilarating
it was to find someone
just like her.
With gaping holes and hairline fractures
o
Another beautiful girl
Broken in all the right places
In all the places she was
Broken
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Tess turns on her side
watching the silvery soft moonlight
float through the window.
o
She sees the pitch black
silhouettes
of that boy
joined with her Caity, his fingers in her wild hair
Making her whimper and beg
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Tess bites down
Hard
Until she tastes her own metallic blood.
Because she should have known better
After all,
It's opposites that attract.
Soooo? What did you all think? My first femmeslash-ish, so I'm kinda proud of it, but I originally planned a wayyy different story when I started typing, so I'll probably write another one soon. I hope you don't mind that I copied your style, DROWN-IN-SEQUINS, I just wanted to try it out.