A/N: Hello and welcome to what is now - somehow - part 4 of this sprawling genderswap Olympics AU. Will this make a ton of sense without reading the previous parts? Sure. If you're interested, check out Moments of Gold (Flashes of Light), then Things We'd Never Do Again (But They'd Always Seemed Right) for backstory.
Content note: this is very much explicit content - lemons, if you will. Hell, consider it an entire lemonade stand for the WLW inclined. If you're not interested in mature content, please close the tab. Also, while all parties are consenting, there is explicit mention of drunkenness/drunk sex in part 3. Please skip if this is something that would cause offence.
I
On the island of Honshu, life happens in the in-between, in the stolen moments in which she is nothing, a nobody. When watching eyes are focused elsewhere, she is alive, invigorated by the adrenaline rush whose thrill has yet to fade. By now, these moments should be pedestrian, forgettable in their regularity, but as time ticks onward, she finds herself waiting, wishing, for their next clandestine meeting behind the boatshed.
The first time it had happened, a chaotic tumble of lips and teeth and misplaced clothes, Brodie had brushed it off as a drunken mistake.
She tended to make plenty of those.
And then it had happened again, a month later, and the realisation had hit as hard as a paddle to the face, striking right when Kaelyn latched onto the juncture of her neck, leaving a dark blemish that she'd had to excuse as a curling iron incident:
Her attraction to Kaelyn wasn't a fluke, and it sure as hell wasn't forgettable - something that was good in theory, but problematic in practice, as Brodie was very much as straight as an arrow.
She tried explaining that to Kaelyn after one of their romps, forcing the confession out from her suddenly dry mouth, wondering since when did she give a shit about what her bunkmate thought, but the girl had only laughed, tugging on Brodie's messy ponytail.
"Sure, Bro, and I'm Catholic," Kaelyn had cackled, tugging her back into the locker rooms.
For a woman of God, Kaelyn sure had little reservations about premarital sex, Brodie had mused, shucking off her training jersey without a second thought.
After all, if Kaelyn didn't care that she was straight, Brodie could hardly judge her for being a sinner, and life was far too short to turn down good sex, albeit against the freezing tile of a shower cubicle.
Kaelyn always had a way of changing Brodie's mind.
II
"Say it," she says, gripping Brodie's hips with bruising force. "I want to hear you say it."
Brodie squirms under her hold, trying - and failing - to wiggle free. Kaelyn's close, fuck - she's all Brodie can feel, overpowering all of her senses, and it's too much for her to handle. Kaelyn, the evil bitch, knows it too, judging by the broad smirk she sports, taking special pains to stretch out the torture. Her ministrations are hellishly slow, a teasing pattern of generous touches that have her heart pounding in overdrive, teetering dangerously close to collapse. Kaelyn's nothing but thorough, an expert in extracting pathetic, breathy whimpers, a talent that she delights in reminding Brodie of, again and again.
She cries out as Kaelyn licks a hot stripe through her cunt, biting down hard, too hard, on the soft flesh of her inner thigh. It's hard enough to bruise, maybe even hard enough to break the skin, but all her overwrought brain can think is more, more, more. Where Kaelyn's taking her, they won't need words, even if she could ever be able to form the things she'd like to say.
The things that she can't let herself say.
"I told you," Kaelyn murmurs, digging her perfectly manicured nails into the curve of Brodie's ass, "to say my name. Go on, sweetheart."
Brodie hums a short note of defiance, shaking her head against the mattress. "N-no."
Kaelyn scowls, all fire and fury and frustration at the denial, so used to getting every little thing that her gorgeous heart desires. She hooks her hands tight around Brodie's thighs, tugging her down until she can press her mouth to the most sensitive parts, driving Brodie closer to insanity with each torturously soft lick. It's infuriating, the way that Kaelyn pushes her closer to the precipice, pulling her back from the fall every time she draws nearer.
As if reading her mind, Kaelyn sucks hard, making her cry out in a wail so obscenely lewd, so deeply embarrassing.
"Say it, Brodie, or I'll never let you come," she taunts, her words blowing puffs of warm air against the overstimulated skin.
Brodie writhes beneath her, torn between pulling away, victorious in her discipline, or pressing closer, allowing herself to submit. The whimpers, the breathy gasps, the whines; they fall from her lips uncontrollably, liberated by Kaelyn's painstaking caresses.
"You bitch," Brodie gasps, jolting as Kaelyn sucks hard, filling their bunk with noises so ostensibly obscene that every being in a fifty-mile radius will hear.
"Mmhm," Kaelyn hums against her, sending torturous vibrations through every inch of her body. "You're getting closer. Keep going, sweetheart. I want everyone to know who's fucking you."
Brodie is strong - stronger than she ever thought she'd be, and a formidable rival for many, but she's no match for the fierce grip that Kaelyn has over her, physically and mentally. With a single yank, Kaelyn pulls her to the edge of the mattress, stretching her out until her bare legs dangle over the side of the bunk. She knows what's coming - she's dreamt about it, craved it for days on end - but the fantasy is nothing compared to the relief of the real thing, of the delicious stretch that Kaelyn's slender fingers bring. It's a simple thing, something she indulges herself with late at night after long practise sessions on the water, but there's not a thing in the world that can compare to Kaelyn, whose careful touches never fail to make her cry out. She's close - so close, balancing right on the edge of bliss - and the bitch knows it, too.
"Just say it," Kaelyn urges, circling Brodie's clit with the flat of her tongue.
And maybe it's the heat of the moment that does it, the fireworks that are building beneath her eyelids, but when Kaelyn curls her fingers upwards inside her, it all comes spilling out with a rapid whoosh of air.
"I love you," she breathes, her hips bucking of their own accord.
"Fuck," Kaelyn exhales, burying her face into Brodie's cunt with renewed vigour, flicking her tongue in that hyper-precise way she knows Brodie adores.
And adore it she does, shattering under Kaelyn's touch with a sharp cry that rings out across the bunkhouse. She's barely aware of anything but Kaelyn, hardly cognizant of the fact that they're not alone, that privacy is a luxury they do not have, even in their most intimate moments.
Kaelyn leads her out of her blindness with slow, heavy presses, easing her back onto the mattress with gentle hands.
"You love me, huh?" she says, grinning so broadly that her face may as well be split in two.
"I'd love you too after that!" Jade calls from the next room, closely followed by a chorus of wolf whistles that have Brodie flushing from head to toe.
Kaelyn buries her head in Brodie's sweltering neck, pressing a litany of feather-light kisses against her heated skin. "I adore you, fool. I've been waiting for you to realise that."
She's never loved a woman before, and she doesn't know if she ever will again, but here, on their lumpy single-occupant mattress in a country whose language she cannot speak, all she knows is that things are right.
Kaelyn is right.
III
After the confession, after their Gold medal win, things are right - Kaelyn moves into the loft, they re-sign for a second Olympics run, and they have mind-blowing sex every night.
Quite frankly, life with Kaelyn is even better than she'd imagined, even if it does come with the caveat of explaining to every single person in her life that yes, she is straight, and yes, she is shacking up with a woman.
It's an odd conversation to have.
Even so, what they have is good - their chemistry is electric, they're still kicking ass in the boat, all the way through to the 2024 Paris Games, and with Kaelyn at her side, she finally feels like she has it all. Predictably, the girls sail through their first heat, clinching first place with a decent enough lead on the other boats, and by the time Jade decides to rally them all for a visit to the bar, Brodie's already half-drunk on excitement and optimism and the sheer novelty of it all.
That, and her girlfriend is squeezed into the shortest dress this side of the Village, making rational thought an impossible task.
By the time she and Kaelyn join the group, they're more than fashionably late, much to Emma's amusement - normally, she and Quinn are the brunt of the jokes, so any opportunity for deflection is graciously accepted.
"Look who's finally decided to join!" Emma crows, raising her half-empty glass in a toast.
"Did'ya get lost along the way?" Jade asks, her eyes wide with faux-concern.
Kaelyn grins slyly, hooking a muscled arm around Brodie's shoulder. "Oh, I was right where I needed to be."
Sam groans, rubbing her palm across her brow. "Can we just have five minutes? Please?"
"You and me both," Brodie grumbles, plucking her wallet out of Kaelyn's back pocket. "I'll go for drinks. Wine?"
"Mmm, I'm thinking something stronger. Your pick," she winks, sending her off with a wave.
Getting to the front of the bar queue turns into more of an adventure than she'd expected - the raucous English athletes are hogging the bartender's attention, stumbling through order after order with an infuriating number of umms and ahhs. She's lost count by the time it's her turn, hastily deciding on two whiskey triples, neat. If the bartender cares, she doesn't show it, pouring two generous glasses that surely violate whatever liquor laws exist in this foreign land. Brodie forks over a handful of colourful bills, taking a long swig from her pour, relishing the fiery trail it leaves in its wake.
Perfect.
Navigating through the dense crowd to find her teammates again is a Herculean effort - she's half-regretting it too, awkwardly pressing up against sweaty strangers in a bid to escape the throng - but the sunny grin Kaelyn levels her with upon her return makes the struggle worth it. Kaelyn downs her drink without hesitation, soon ordering seconds, then thirds. In no time at all, the world begins to spin, a beautiful kaleidoscope of lights and sounds and sensation, washing over her like a fever dream. Kaelyn disappears at some point - back to the bar, probably - and all she wants is to hold her, to touch her, to take her back to their bunk and show her all of the ways that whiskey makes her crazy.
With her mostly empty glass in hand, she stumbles towards the bar, emboldened by her intense need for the comfort of a familiar being. Sure, Sam's lounging in the booth, bored senseless on her phone, but Brodie needs more than that - she needs Kaelyn, her home away from home - and it's enough of a motivator for her to take on the crowds again. After an eternity of searching, Kaelyn's only a few steps away, leant over the bar in an infinitely enticing way that exposes the deep tan of her thighs, immersed in conversation with a person whose face she can't quite identify. Kaelyn's focused, unseeing, and suddenly, it seems like an incredibly bright idea to sneak up and grab her immensely alluring behind.
And so Brodie does, sliding her hand right up the minuscule hem of her black dress, thrilling herself with a generous handful of her girlfriend's ass. The moment lasts for only a moment before it is shattered, Kaelyn jerking away as she turns -
"Brodie?"
Brodie yelps, leaping back so suddenly that she sloshes the remainder of her whiskey down the front of her blouse, soaking her chest in the exorbitantly expensive liquor. "Sarah? Oh, Jesus Christ."
"Damn, Sarah, you stealing my girlfriend?" Kaelyn cackles, sidling up behind Brodie. "Relax. What's a friendly little grope between us girls?"
She's half-expecting Sarah to pop her across the face, incensed by the sudden invasion of her privacy, but she only grins, shrugging.
"Hey, I wouldn't say no," she laughs, finishing off her drink. "Don't worry about it."
Her words hang in the air between them, sounding all the more like an invitation, if the mischievious twinkle in Sarah's eyes is anything to go off of. Between the buzzing in her ears and the erratic thrumming of her heart, it's hard to tell up from down, sense from chaos; the bar is too loud, too much. Sarah wets her lips, tongue darting out for the briefest of moments, and suddenly, what Brodie wants is very, extremely clear.
Kaelyn squeezes Brodie's hip, cocking her head. "What d'you reckon, Brodes? Shall we keep the party going?"
Her pulse thrums in her ears, buzzed beyond what simple inebriation could generate, and it's as if her head nods of its own accord. "Yeah, let's."
With one hand around Brodie's waist, Kaelyn extends her arm to Sarah, linking fingers as they traipse towards the exit. If anyone notices, they're gracious enough to ignore the scene - though there's sure to be teasing later, as per usual. The five-minute walk through the Village seems to take a lifetime, the three of them staggering across the gardens in a chaotic heap of giggles and whispers and shrieks, especially as Sarah wobbles like a newborn deer in her too-high heels. Mercifully, Sarah's swipe card works the first time, allowing them to slip unseen into the tiny elevator. She presses the buttons a couple of times, giggling once she realises her mistake.
"What floor are we on?"
Kaelyn snorts, pressing three with a shaking finger. "God, you're lucky we didn't leave you behind. I can practically see you passing out in the foyer."
Sarah giggles, leaning back against the mirrored wall. "I know where I'd rather pass out."
This whole situation is weird. They've known Sarah for God knows how long, spent hours upon hours training alongside her, and now she's pressed up against Kaelyn, curiously twirling a painstakingly-curled lock of Brodie's hair betwixt her lithe fingers.
Fingers that she has most definitely noticed before.
"I'm straight," Brodie blurts out, flushing as her teammates giggle.
"I see," Sarah comments, coasting her hand upwards until it cups the nape of Brodie's neck. "Call it whatever you want, because I know exactly what I want."
Her words trail off in a whisper, eyes half-lidded as she gazes squarely at Brodie's mouth, almost vibrating with anticipation. "Can I kiss you?"
Sarah has her mesmerised, pressed close to the mirrored elevator walls, and somehow - only just - she has the clarity of mind to glance towards Kaelyn, who watches the pair with rapt attention. "Kae?"
"Oh, hell yes," she breathes, stroking the back of Brodie's head. "Do it."
And Sarah does, surging forwards to capture her mouth in a searing kiss, clasping Brodie's face between her heated palms.
The three of them hardly notice the elevator doors slide open, revealing a very startled Leland (who instantly makes haste for the staircase, elevator plans discarded); the crackling energy between them is all-consuming.
"Ah, shit," Kaelyn comments, causing the two to pull apart. "Sar, where's your card?"
Sarah snakes her hand into her bra, pulling it out with a flourish. Brodie laughs a little too loud, a little too hard, and all Sarah can do is beam at the attention.
"Alright, idiots, follow me," Kaelyn commands, unlocking the door with ease. "Sar, you're rooming with Clayre and Emma, right?"
"Mmm," she hums, continuing to stare at Brodie's mouth like it's a long lost treasure. "We have time."
Sarah pulls Brodie down onto her twin bed, eagerly nipping at her collarbone. "I never thought you'd notice me."
Kaelyn shifts to kneel behind Brodie, scooting close until her head rests atop her legs. She strokes Brodie's hair, nonchalantly smoothing the wild strands back into place, as if this peculiar situation makes complete sense to her.
"I see the way you look at her, Sar. You're hot for my girlfriend, huh?"
Sarah looks up at Kaelyn through her masses of unruly braids, grinning. "You know it. You good with this, Brodes?"
She murmurs her assent, jumping at the feel of her cool fingertips pressing against her sternum, her sides, slowly peeling away her nicest going-out bra. Sure, she and Kae do this a lot - all the time, to be precise - but it's different with someone new, like bungee jumping without the cord, thrilling and terrifying all in one go.
It's even more thrilling with said girlfriend watching, hand already tucked underneath her dress.
Sarah moves almost in complete synchronicity with Kaelyn, skirting her hand lower and lower until her fingers coast along the band of her thong, slipping beneath when Brodie breathes out a strangled please. Her touch is imprecise, clumsy in her enthusiasm, but for what she lacks in experience, she most certainly compensates for in her eagerness. With a little guidance from Kaelyn, Sarah's fingers are there, experimentally stroking and caressing, creating a most delicious friction so entirely unlike what she is used to.
Kaelyn brushes a hand across Brodie's forehead, holding her still as she writhes with pleasure. Sarah's hand is pressing lower, her touches accompanied by a litany of wet kisses pressing against Brodie's bare flesh, cool enough to leave goosebumps in the fresh night air. It's a little nervewracking, allowing Sarah to see her like this, peeling away the last vestiges of privacy from her nearly-nude form, though it surely isn't that novel in the broader scheme of things -
Brodie lets out a low moan as Sarah mouths at her clit, her voice giving way into a breathy whimper as Kaelyn caresses her cheeks, brushes over her eyelashes.
"Open your mouth, sweetheart," Kaelyn croons, running her index finger over Brodie's bottom lip.
She obeys, sucking on Kaelyn's finger until they're both breathing hard, Kaelyn's fingers threaded tight in Brodie's hair. Sarah tongues at her, working at her entrance until she can slide two fingers inside, drawing out a deep moan from Brodie's chest.
"You like her?" Kaelyn rasps, tugging on a fistful of Brodie's hair.
Sarah licks through her folds, working even harder to draw those pathetic little noises out of Brodie.
"Yes," Brodie breathes, bucking against Sarah's mouth. "Fuck, Sar."
"Shall we keep her? Fuck her like this every night?" Kaelyn asks, bending to cover Brodie's cheeks in drawn-out, possessive kisses.
"Please," Brodie breathes; whether it's in response to Kaelyn's question or Sarah's increasingly impassioned ministrations is unclear, though it spurs on both women equally. Sarah curls her fingers just so, brushing up against the most sensitive parts of her body, pressing again and again until she falls apart, shattering with a breathy refrain of both their names, muddled and jumbled in their overuse.
Brodie keeps her eyes closed as she comes down from her high, savouring the ambiguous touches all over her body. When a mouth presses against hers, she knows it is Sarah - the firm pressure, the teasing nibble on her bottom lip - though she can still taste herself, tasting Kaelyn, all in one beautiful, confusing, overwhelming moment.
"Hey, I brought you leftovers -"
"Clayre, out!" Sarah barks, breaking from their kiss to peg a wayward stiletto in her roommate's direction.
"For the record, these are shared rooms!" she bellows, slamming the door on the way out.
Kaelyn snorts. "Well, that was fun. Anyone for round two?"
A/N: One more part for the AU! Thanks for stopping by. Reviews make this whole thing happen faster, if you can believe it.