WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS THE PORTRAYAL OF FEMALE/FEMALE RELATIONSHIPS. (Don't get too excited, not a full-blown sex scene... yet) All characters are of legal age.


"Are you sure you want to do this?" the girl asked, shifting uncomfortably from her seat on the bed. Her cinnamon-colored eyes darted from her hands, to the wall, to the olive-skinned girl sitting across from her.

God, she's beautiful when she's scared. A smile crept across her lips as she stared at the nervous girl in front of her. "Alice," she responded, taking her best friend's hands in her own. She squeezed the brunette's hands, coaxing her to look into her eyes. For a moment, she was distracted by the girl's sparkling, cobalt eye shadow, matching her attire. "I asked for your help. Don't you want to...?" She caught herself staring at the other girl's lips, still moist and pink from the layer of lip balm she applied after lunch. Will she taste like cherries?

A rush of red overcame Alice's features. "I... I do, but..." she cast her eyes downward as she spoke, revealing her black, winged eyeliner. "What if we get caught?" she whispered.

The other girl sat up, straightening her shoulders. "I'm the Overseer's daughter." The statement dispersed some of the butterflies churning in her stomach, giving her a boost of confidence.

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of."

"We won't get caught." She leaned closer to Alice, the brunette's eyes filled with fear. "Besides," she moved even closer, feeling the girl's panicked breaths on her face and the heart fluttering in her own chest. "We're just practicing." her voice was low, provocative. She did not wait for Alice to respond, or for her own nerves to get the best of her. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to her best friend's, reveling in the rush of finally kissing her.

Alice gasped and jerked back, "Amata, wait!"

The raven-haired girl pulled back, stifling the protest in her throat and obeying her best friend's request. When the girl continued to pant and gulp, Amata asked, "Ali?"

Sighing, the brunette shook her head. "I-I can't." she pulled her hands away from Amata's and threw her legs over the side of the bed, as if she were about to leave. Instead, she paused and remained seated on the bed. She held her head in her hands and breathed, "I'm scared."

"I know," Amata whispered, running her hand over the brunette's shoulders. So tense. She leaned her head on the girl's shoulder and embraced her. "I am too." She breathed in, smelling the girl's straight, milk chocolate brown hair as it cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She smelled of roses, as always.

Alice pressed her face into Amata's neck, seeking comfort. She was shaking, and her hot breath ran over Amata's skin, causing the now-familiar surge of excitement to course through the Overseer's daughter. She had kept her feelings a secret from her best friend, but she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to show Alice how important she was to her, how she made her feel, she wanted to give that same feeling to her; but she was scared, they both were. She didn't even know if Alice felt the same way about her. And if they were found out, their fathers would never allow them to see each other again.

But it was a risk she wanted to take.

"But it's just practice," Amata repeated, telling herself the same thing. "We're just practicing... for our future husbands." she had to force the last few words out of her mouth. Even the sheer thought of having a husband put a bad taste in her mouth.

Nodding, Alice let out a breath and locked eyes with Amata. The air caught in the raven-haired girl's throat and, for a moment, she forgot to breathe. "Just practice..." Alice echoed.

Amata nodded, afraid if she opened her mouth, all of her feelings would be revealed. She squeezed the girl's tight shoulders again, wordlessly begging her to close the distance between them.

The brunette stared at her best friend for a few more moments. The raven-haired girl was beginning to lose hope. Then, Alice drifted closer. Amata's heart stopped. A moment later, Alice's lips were on hers.

She's so soft.

Strangling the moan rising in her throat, Amata moved her lips against Alice's and captured the girl's lower lip. The brunette gasped, and Amata exploited the opening, sliding her tongue into the girl's mouth.

"Mmmm!" Alice shot backwards, surprise crossing her face.

Amata froze and voiced her own thoughts, "Di-Did I do something wrong?"

"N-No, I..." the brunette stuttered, "You just surprised me, is all." Her chest heaved, her face flushed with red, her face and body so close to her own, the sight of the flustered girl set Amata's skin on fire.

"Do you... Do you want me to stop?" the raven-haired girl asked.

Alice's gaze alternated between the other girl's eyes and lips. After a moment, she shook her head and murmured, "No." She leaned forward once more, placing a hand on Amata's neck.

The raven-haired girl sucked in a breath at the contact, feeling her eyes roll up to the back of her head while a spasm of aching agony shot between her thighs. A moan escaped her lips just before Alice seized her mouth once more. The pressure on her neck increased, generating a louder sound flying from Amata's lips. The noise compelled Alice to press her lips even harder against the other girl's, pushing her tongue between her lips in an attempt to either swallow or muffle the sound.

The brunette failed to realize her actions were only intensifying her friend's reactions.

Amata latched her hands onto Alice's shoulders, yanking the girl against her body. She felt the swell of the other girl's breasts against hers, the heat igniting between them and making them sweat in their jumpsuits, the pressure of the other girl's hand on her throat while the other tangled itself in her long hair, her heart singing in her chest, her toes alternating between curling and pushing up, the tongue exploring her mouth, and the pain. The pain of emptiness and the desire to be filled, the aching need to feel her.

"Oh, Alice." she managed to moan against the girl's lips. She tastes tart and sweet, like a berry, and it's definitely not her cherry lip balm.

"Shh, shh, shh," the brunette whispered, her sweet sigh splaying over the other girl's face. "Not so loud." her voice adopted a husky tone, soft and seductive, and sent another pang through Amata.

At the sensation, Amata moaned even louder, "OH!"

Clapping a hand over her friend's mouth, Alice hissed, "Shh! Amata!"

"I-I'm sorry," the girl mumbled against the palm pressed against her face. "I-I can't help it."

Cinnamon eyes narrowed slightly, and Alice cast her eyes to the floor, "Maybe we should stop."

"No," Amata lowered her voice, pushing the girl's hand off of her mouth, "I'll be quiet, I promise."

The brunette shifted her mouth to the side of her face, looking quite unconvinced. She stood up and walked away from the bed.

"Ali, please, don't go!" the other girl sat on the edge of the bed, finding her legs refusing her orders to stand and a crushing force forming around her throat.

Stopping, the fit girl turned her head to smile at her friend. The smile reached her eyes and lit up her face, the sight sent another pulse of desire through the sitting girl. One of the brunette's hands reached out to the dresser, and revealed a holodisk player. A moment later, she popped a holodisk into it. A slow, jazz song began playing throughout the room. Alice turned the dial, turning up the music and drowning out all other sounds.

Amata smirked as the girl sauntered over to her, her hips swaying with the longing drone of the saxophone. Eyes darting to the girl's hips, Amata could only sit and bite her lip in anticipation.

A slim, long-fingered hand flew to the girl's face, in an attempt to hide the flush of red in her cheeks. "What?" she giggled.

Blinking, trying to find the words, Amata shook her head and sighed, eyes still locked onto the girl standing before her. "You're just so..."

Beautiful. Perfect. Sexy. she wanted to say them all, but the words caught in her throat.

"So..." the girl turned her hips this way and that, taunting, throwing everything Amata wanted to say out the window. "What?"

All the sitting girl could say was, "Pretty."

Oh, what's wrong with me!? So stupid. "Pretty" doesn't do her justice!

The brunette leaned over the Overseer's daughter, placing both hands on the bed behind the sitting figure. The raven-haired girl tilted her face up, feeling all thoughts leave her mind.

All that mattered was this moment, this woman, this feeling, this pain.

This was what she wanted, ever since that special something clicked in her heart at the brunette's sixteenth birthday just a few weeks prior.

Alice dropped her head down, bringing her lips dangerously close to the other girl's.

She wanted her, she wanted Alice to want her too. To feel the other girl pressed against her body, to feel her pin her down and ravage her with kisses and, somehow, make that paralyzing ache leave her body.

Gasping despite herself, Amata felt her heart rate quicken in her chest.

But most of all, Amata wanted to know if the girl standing in front of her wanted the same thing.

Alice pressed her lips to the other girl's, teasing Amata's mouth open with her tongue: running it over that crease between her pair of lips and probing her way inside. The raven-haired girl felt her eyes roll up once again, her eyes fluttering shut. She collapsed backwards, falling onto the bed. Alice caught the back of her head and laid her gently down upon a pillow.

The lower girl ran her hands over the other girl's back, pressing her fingers into the tense muscles around her shoulder blades. It was Alice's turn to moan into Amata's mouth. The raven-haired girl chuckled at the vibration on her mouth, wrapping her legs around the girl on top of her and pulling her even closer to her. Her hips twitched and bucked up as the brunette pushed her pelvis into her. Their tongues engaged in a battle for dominance, swirling and pressing against one another again and again and again.

She couldn't breathe, and she relished the feeling. Her skin was burning, set alight from the other girl's attention to her body. She wanted to get out of her clothes, she wanted to tear off Alice's. It would be simple: pull down the zipper on the jumpsuit and the other girl would open like a beautifully wrapped present. The thought of seeing her breasts drove Amata wild.

If I could just... the raven-haired girl ran her hands to the front of the girl's jumpsuit, fumbling for the zipper.

"Amata." she whispered into her ear, the soft, hot breath sending a shudder through the lower girl's entire body.

"Yes, Ali?" she forced out a whisper, trying not to scream, still trying to find the zipper.

Alice pulled back to look into the other girl's eyes, "This is 'just practice', right?"

Her heart stopped again, the breath caught in her throat once more, but not for the same reasons as before. Amata felt like she was choking, as if there were an invisible hand closed over her throat. She didn't think. She quickly spread her hands back over the girl's shoulders, abandoning her search. She responded, "Y-Yeah, of course."

The brunette smiled at the girl and reunited their lips, sending another wave of desire through the lower girl as their tongues resumed their skirmish. She crushed the girl beneath her with her body, coaxing a delighted yelp out of Amata. The fire sparking between their bodies, the contact of their breasts, the pressure between her thighs, the fingers digging into her hair, the other hand squeezing her throat, the wet tongue battling with her own, sent waves of heat over her body and breathlessness in her lungs and a yearning deep inside her.

Just the thought of Alice revealing herself to her, tearing off Amata's own jumpsuit, and rubbing their bodies together brought a rush of... Is that moisture between her thighs. It felt amazing to have her in her arms, to have her on top of her.

Oh, Alice, she wanted so desperately to say, you make me feel so good! I want you. I want you so much!

But the words caught in her throat.

It was "just practice", after all.


There is even more pressure in the Vault to breed than in the Brotherhood; thus, I think there would be a great fear regarding the punishment to refuse to breed or engage in homosexual activities (especially with the Overseer's daughter!).

Note, this story won't follow a strict timeline, necessarily (if I did, in the next chapter, I would be skipping seven years from Sarah's perspective, and that's a lot of content to discuss).

In addition, it honestly makes more sense for the LW to be female. Why would the Overseer allow another male into the Vault when the generation already has four, along with three women? Adding another male only makes it so one male cannot breed (honestly, I would think you'd want more females since males can reproduce at any time and females have to carry a baby and can't exactly reproduce further at that time). Besides, it evens the count to four and four (Butch, Wally, Paul, and Freddie versus Susie, Amata, Christine, LW) in your generation, that is, those who took the GOAT with you.

I hope you guys liked this chapter! See you next time!