Warnings: there's some sex'n'shit so have discretion. I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY TRANSPHOBIC COMMENTS. If you know that you don't like that stuff, don't fuckin read. Again, discretion!

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I never considered myself a lucky gal, but when I saw him here tonight, I thought I'd hit my big break.

He worked at a little Ma' and Pa' hardware store just next to the grocer I stocked shelves at, and whenever my break came around I'd find myself wandering isles of nails and screwdrivers instead of inspecting recipes like I was used to. Of course, my eyes weren't trained on the new leaf blower, but were instead glued firmly to the spectacled kid in a green button down with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The uniform really suited his eyes, and it showed off the muscles gained from doing some sort of hard labor. He was a fantasy crush, one you knew nothing about and would never talk to, but you still caught yourself having a lingering thought about. And while I told myself I didn't really care, the fact I came daily to the oil-stained store just for him made me a little nervous.

It was only when I saw him here, at Sburb, did I actually really want to make this crush more than just a crush. I couldn't lie to myself by saying it was booze or drugs making me feel this way due to the fact I hadn't had any, nor could I blame it on the hype of the crowd; after working at my mom's club since I had turned eighteen, nearly two years ago, I had learned to not get dragged along by the heavy, animalistic atmosphere. This made things even more unfortunate because there was no way I could pretend I didn't really care.

Figuring it was a good idea to get closer to the boy, I slipped through nearby dancers unsuspectingly. When at last I reached him - still wearing that green button down - and snuck myself into his reach I thought I had died and gone to heaven. His rough hands found their way to my waist and there they gripped down, almost vice-like in their grasp. He wasn't paying much attention to any one particular thing, and I found myself wishing, slightly, that he wasn't so caught up in the mood and was more focused on me. Still, beggars can't be choosers, so I continued to dance with him and planned on dancing until he snapped out of his funk and snapped onto me.

Sadly, my bad luck wouldn't allow something like that to happen. Within his eyes I saw something shift. He had, indeed, snapped out of it, but his view lingered elsewhere. It was impossible to tell what - or who - he was looking at, but it definitely wasn't me. His grip loosened, like a child letting go of an old favorite toy, and eventually went away completely. I didn't know what to do, not really, but my subconscious jumped head first into getting this boy back.

"I'm Jane," I called out. His head turned to me, confusion evident on his face. "C-can we meet up again sometime?" I stammered out. With our feeble connection now lost, he was beginning to be swallowed by the crowd. I called to him once more, trying to get him back, but I couldn't find a way to push through the horde of sweaty bodies to his figure fast enough. He had already gone, I suspected, in search of whatever had caught his eye.

As if my very soul had slumped down, a wave of nausea and dizziness rushed through me. It had been a while since I had stopped to get something to drink, especially since I was distracted by the green-clad boy. Now, with nothing to occupy my time, I stumbled through the massive herd of club-goers to the bar. Once there, I collapsed on a stool and waved to the bartender for a glass of water. Waiting for the drink, I impatiently tapped the bar. Other couples sat nearby, drinking or smoking or both. My eyes wandered through the groups until, most unfortunately, I saw him again - this time with someone else. My drink came, and as the glass was placed in front of me I gripped its cold sides.

The item which had stolen his attention on the dance floor was some tall blond boy. His hair was brushed into a sort of bed head-meets-helmet hair and his cocky (or, rather, douchey) attitude was on display for the world, accentuated by the fact he was wearing sunglasses in a club. Seriously.

Maybe that was a bit harsh - he could be blind after all.

I puffed up like a little angry bird and tried my best to slowly sip on my water. It was cold, and maybe it would cool my head. I jumped at the liquid, staring the dow boys down while chugging it, and demanded another. Water, water, water; I needed more of it. Before I had even finished my second glass the girl next to me was falling and I couldn't turn off my instinct to catch her, but somewhere along the line I had forgotten to set down the glass I was holding.

She was totally slammed. I could tell from the moment she looked up at me with big, childish eyes. Her skin dripped with water and oh God of course she was wearing a white shirt under which was this neon pink lacy (cute) bra. It looked like freaking headlights, I swear. After taking her tumble onto me, she proceeded to go limp, but her consciousness remained. She kept giggling in little hiccups, and that's when things turned protective. Every man with half a libido for women within a three foot radius was jumping to get this girl home because the totally had no bad intentions. Yep.

My shift was drawing to a close and Callie, my replacement, had already told me she was early, so, taking this girl into my responsibility, I high-tailed out of the club as fast as a short girl could while carrying a wasted female.

As we hustled out onto the cool street I pulled her away to my car so that we wouldn't have to walk however far away her home was. By the time I had actually started the vehicle, however, Blondie was passed out in the passenger's side seat. My attempts to wake her up were futile, as I could have guessed from the beginning, and since she had no ID on her visibly (probably stashed somewhere that I didn't want to check...) I had no clue where to even begin to look for her house. Neither of us had cash on us so a hotel/motel was out, and since I couldn't just leave her in the car unattended I couldn't go back to the bar to see if she had come with someone. I was stuck. Looking to my last option, I started on my way to downtown where I lived and prayed that this girl wouldn't be some psycho stalker.

I didn't ever bring friends home, mainly because I didn't have any good friends but also because home was... well, home was a high-rise condo and I didn't really trust people to leave once they came. I didn't flaunt the fact that I was the heiress to a large company which controlled clubs to casinos worldwide, and there are some damn good reasons for that. I was unable to avoid this issue, though, and so while the valet parked my car I got assistance from the doorman in getting the blonde into the elevator.

We arrived at my condo and I set the girl up on the couch with some extra blankets and a pillow. On the coffee table I left out a glass of water with some sort of pain reliever that my mom had forced on me when I left home. She was out cold, comically so, with snoring and all. Thankfully, my room was far away behind thick walls; I couldn't hear a thing.

As I went to bed that night, Blondie still snoring out in the living room, I didn't realize that somehow the green-clad boy was already disappearing from my mind and that in six months my petty crush on him would be completely obliterated, replaced by a girl wearing a bright pink bra with matching irises.

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I woke up, my head spinning in a way that I was too-used to. I reached over to the nightstand where Janey would always leave me water and some other form of hangover-reducer.

It was normal; it was routine; it was odd.

Jane, of course, was still asleep in the little cocoon of blankets that she always wrapped herself in. Even on the warmest of nights she'd stuff herself into a little ball and sleep soundly.

After reducing my aching head I slammed my eyes shut and curled around Jane's snugly body to which she mumbled a bit in her sleep. I grinned and focused on her rather than my pounding head which wasn't hard to do seeing as Jane was so damn cute before she woke up. Pushing myself into the comforter which she had (hogged) snatched up sometime at night, I nuzzled her cheek with my nose and pressed her cuddly body against mine. Another grumble, this time only half-asleep. My headache was quickly fading and the earlier feeling blood pounding was moving from my skull to my lower half.

"Janeyyy," I cooed, a grin on my face, "baby, wake uuup~." I snuggled closer with an emphasis on my crotch rubbing against her plump ass. She groaned, definitely awake, but rolled over to face me. Her face was scrunched up in a way that looked like she was angry but that I had come to know as just plain tired. I peppered her with kisses, easing her into the land of the awake, and hoisted my leg up over her hip to pull us closer. She slowly moved to rub her eyes and push her shorter hair from her face while I continued to tug her body closer to mine in little ways. Her eyes opened, revealing the startling blue I had come to know well, and her hair turned into more of a bed head than it was previously. I giggled to myself before kissing her lips lightly and whispering a good morning against them. She kissed me back, slow and still groggy from sleep, and returned the greeting in a grumble.

Oblivious to my hinting, Jane rolled herself off of the bed and headed to the bathroom. I frowned a bit before jumping up and joining her, hoping I could ease her back to the bedroom. She was brushing her teeth - of course she was brushing her teeth - sleepily. Honestly, I felt a bit bad at seeing how tired she looked.

"Shift was hard, huh?" I asked while doing my best to style the little curls that adorned her hair. She nodded with yet another grumble. I hummed in understanding. She had gotten in late and gone straight to bed, hence why I was so pent up this early.

She spat out her toothpaste and rinsed her mouth before turning to me. I, probably looking like a puppy, smiled stupidly and continued to brush Jane's hair around.

Finally, after staring me down forEVER, she cracked a smile. She reached up, her arms wrapping around my neck, and pressed her lips to mine. She smelled like mint this time, tasty, and when she pulled back she had a smile that looked as goofy as mine. "Good morning, Roxy," she whispered, and I was gone.

I didn't even register how exactly we had made it to the bed, but by the time I was aware of exactly what was going on Jane was under me and her hair which I had spent so long brushing was getting messed up in my hands as I held onto it. She was already unwinding beneath me, her cheeks flushed bright and her breaths coming in short gasps. I swallowed up her little moans at the ferocity of my attack before releasing her mouth and diving lower, down to her neck and chest. I sucked on her skin, leaving red patches in my wake, while simultaneously running my hands up her pajama shirt. She pulled at the hem of her shirt, telling me it was okay to remove it. I pulled my mouth from her skin only by necessity as I ripped the shirt from her body. She was half exposed and, despite already having learned each other's bodies, Jane squirmed a little in nervousness. I moved up to kiss her lips to distract her from her baseless worries while my hands studied their way along her torso. Her curves begged to be grabbed by my hands, and when I gently squeezed her cushioned body she whimpered a little in want. While I was slowly remapping her familiar body, Jane was making her move too; her fingers were tracing along the edges of my own tank top before slipping under and moving to my breasts. God, it was so nice having boobs now - real, actual, touchable boobs - boobs that weren't just there because I was wearing a bra and stuffing my nonexistent chest. I loved having boobs.

Especially when Jane grabbed them.

We both were acting like fools, rubbing each other's chests, but it was damn nice being able to. Still, I was dissatisfied and my hands traveled down from their position to Jane's waistband. Her breaths sped once more and her body trembled in anticipation. I'm not one to brag, but Jane really did seem to like it when my hands were below the belt.

God made pajama pants have elastic waistbands for a damn good reason, and that reason is that they are so easy to slip off.

And then she was melting against my touch just as she always did, and I can't deny the fact that just touching within her soft, comfortable body turned me on more than I could have ever imagined.

Jane's hands which were still pressed against my chest were now gripping onto my breasts in arousal. Her hips were unevenly pushing against my fingers, asking for them to go deeper. My free hand was holding her waist tightly, controlling my own desires in favor of making sure Jane was fully comfortable and completely stretched out. It's not that I didn't like stretching her, hell no, it's just my body liked skipping the good stuff and going right into the action of it all. The only issue was that I couldn't very well gage how much was too much because of my body's rush to jump the gun. Jane had gotten used to patiently reminding me that "yes, Roxy, we can continue now" in some sort of way. In today's case, she conveyed the message by pulling my head down so that our mouths clashed together in a sloppy mess while her free hand made circles around my nipples.

This is where things really slowed down.

Jane understood that going further was always an experience to be handled with care, and I hated that it had to be such, but doctors said that I should wait another month before continuing my transition since something with my immune system, I don't know. It was probably some lame excuse to get me to pay more, but Janey was okay with helping cover the bills if it meant I'd be fully me,

I reached into the nightstand drawer and fumbled around with its contents until I was able to get the condoms and lube which were stored within. Jane gave me a look, the one she always gave me that still looked as genuine as the very first time I saw it, and then those same words came with the same honest tone, "You sure?"

I nodded, I had jumped into this morning knowing exactly how this part would go, and I would be fine, but it was always nice having that option to back out with no judgment.

I shoved my pants and underwear off in one fell swoop and set about to quickly yet appropriately putting the condom on. Jane was still massaging my chest, a simple and meaningful reminder, before I added more lubrication to her natural wetness. She was humming with her whole body, anxious with excitement. I leaned over her body, kissing my way up to her mouth before I entered into her. My one hand on her waist was still holding it, but my grip changed so that I was better able to thrust in her in the slow, deep way she liked it. My mouth was pressed to hers loosely as we both gasped for breath in this room that seemed to be running low on air. God, she was so warm against me, and being with her like this felt like I was bathing in sunlight and it felt so damn nice.

When Jane and I both had finally reached our limits - Jane trembling beneath me with hips moving to meet mine wildly, and I with jerking movements pushing deeper within her - we both found ourselves clinging desperately to each other as our bodies released. As we came down from our high together, exhausted and sweaty, Jane made a point to continue kissing me - kissing my lips and neck and chest like it was the last time she could kiss them even though she knew that I wasn't leaving any time soon. I held her close during the time following our lovemaking, assuring that she was aware of my care for her.

Her smile let me know she was.

Wow, I wrapped it up, eh?

Well, I want to say thank you to my friends who helped me proof parts of this at 1AM and also thank you to those friends who helped me generally in this.

Also, thank you to those who read it and especially thank you to those who read the first chapter and asked for a second one! Sorry that it's so late!

Hopefully I'll be able to get an edited/revised version of this chapter up soon, but who am I to say?

I hope you enjoyed this chapter of JaneRoxy being a cute (stupidly adorable) couple and taking the bumps that come with that in stride.

Thank you again,

KRM