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AN: This was inspired by a scene from the mobile game Episode.
"Alya dear, could you come into the kitchen please," Sabine asked as Alya came down the stairs. "There's something I need to show you."
Alya curiously stepped into the Dupain-Cheng kitchen, heart hammering nervously.
The nerves were not, as many might assume, because of any trouble Alya might be in. No, it had everything to do with the highly inappropriate feelings that Alya had been feeling for her best friend's mother. Her best friend's HAPPILY MARRIED mother who had never expressed any indication she returned Alya's feelings in the slightest.
It was just a crush on someone she could never have. Marinette would never forgive her if she actually acted on her feelings. Heck, Alya would never forgive herself for acting on her feelings! It was absurd really. (Alya had a sneaking suspicion that the universe was having a long hard laugh at her expense.)
She never told Marinette about any of this of course. There were some secrets that were best kept secret from everyone, even her best friend.
They entered the kitchen and Sabine turned to look at Alya with a smirk that made little sense to Alya. They were alone in the kitchen. Tom was cleaning up the bakery and Marinette was in her room.
"So Mrs Cheng, what did you-"
Alya was abruptly cut off by Sabine pushing her gently against the kitchen counter. Her face moved closer and her lips were only millimetres away from Alya's. Closer and closer she moved, her lips and Alya's coming closer and closer. At the back of her mind, Alya's conscience was screaming that this was wrong. That this was a married woman and her best friend's mother no less! Not to mention the age gap. Alya was a fifteen year old girl and Sabine was old enough to be her mother. (But damn did she look good!)
But it all seemed so distant. Like something happening to someone else. Or something that applied to someone else.
They kissed.
It was the kind of kiss that Alya had fantasised about in her wildest dreams. The kind of kiss she had in her fantasies about Sabine Cheng. A kiss that felt so right even though it was so wrong.
An eternity seemed to pass before they parted. Somehow, they had moved from the Dupain-Cheng kitchen to her bedroom. Her bedroom, which had been a bit messy when she had left it earlier in the day and was now tidy.
Sabine kissed her again and they slowly moved towards the bed…
Alya swore as she abruptly woke up, her body aroused and her breathing hard. She'd had that same dream again. The dream that she knew full well could never happen. The dream that she would never allow to happen. No matter how many times she had it. (She was not some home wrecker and Sabine was not a predator!)
"Alya..?" Marinette asked sleepily as she sat up on her bed. Alya smiled to herself in the dark. Not a happy smile as such, but a comforting one nonetheless. A comfortable feeling that she had her best friend with her at least.
"Alya, what's wrong?" Marinette asked as she woke up a little more.
"It was just a dream," Alya said, shaking her head slightly.
"About your mystery girl?" Marinette asked and Alya could practically see her grin. "One day I'm going to find out you know."
Alya let out a bark of laughter.
"Not today," she said with a grin, before throwing herself back onto her own sleeping arrangements, determined to at least try to get some more sleep. And hopefully not have any more arousing dreams about Sabine Cheng!