Who: Marijuana and Heroin, completed AIM log. What: A temporary change for the purpose of honeymoon shenanigans. Where: Hotel del Coronado, Coronado island, off the coast of San Diego. When: Thursday evening. Warnings: Language, drug use, gender-switchery and fade-to-black sexuality.
The warm air, the waves lapping at the sand, the dying glow of the setting sun and most importantly, Heroin's fingers twined through his as they walked and talked about inconsequential things, it all served to mostly erase the sting of Tuesday's shift and Marijuana was in a contemplative mood. Really, random thoughts and notions passed through his mind like sand through an hourglass all the time, forming, percolating, laying still and coming to life and as they entered their hotel room again, there was one that had been fighting its way to the forefront for a few days. Pressing a kiss to Heroin's cheek, Marijuana let their fingers part as he took a few steps over to the full-length mirror, gazing at his reflection, deep in thought. "Heroin?" He said softly, running his fingers through his hair as he contemplated his current form. "I've been thinking." Half-expecting a crack about how that was a dangerous thing - Dave or Cam would have had a similar sarcastic remark ready - Marijuana paused for a moment before continuing tentatively. "You know, uh, what you did on our wedding night? Well, the morning? Changing your form and..." He trailed off, looking over his shoulder at his husband. "I've just been wondering. Would it be alright if I tried it? Changing my form, I mean. I've never been female and..." He couldn't really finish the thought, simply shrugging. Changing would be easy, his bud-bearing plants were all female, but it was the implications that made him nervous; would he want to stay female? Would Heroin even like the form he ended up in?
As soon as they returned to their room, Heroin curled up in the window sil - the window pushed up so that he could lean out into the open air, a leg through over the sil, straddling the sil to keep his balance as he settled in. The beach always called to him, even if the busy boardwalk had nothing in common with the ocean that always whispered at the edges of his dreams. The scent of the real one brought another smile to his face even as he turned his face away to look at Marijuana - preening. Heroin's smile grew as he enjoyed simply staring at his husband again; Mari was more beautiful every time Heroin looked over, found something new to study in the tilt of his lover's head, a new colour to his eyes, the play of tendons in his hands and the stubble on his cheek. It took a moment for Heroin to bring himself back from staring at his husband to realize that his husband was looking at him, too. "What - oh. Oh!" Blush rose in Heroin's cheeks as he glanced down, slipped from the sil to wrap his arms around Marijuana. "I - you know that I'll love you in any form. Remember when I got to take care of you as a plant?" Heroin nuzzled the curve of his lover's jaw, kissed behind his ear and nosed at his temple again. "I'd love you just as much in female form and - I mean - what brought this on, Geliebte? I'd love it, to see you, but I don't want you to... you don't have to change because I did. That's all."
A murmured noise of contentment made its way from out between Marijuana's lips as Heroin wrapped his arms around him, Marijuana dipping his head down to nuzzle into the hollow of his husband's throat. "No, it's not that, not because you changed. I mean, it made me think harder about it but I guess the idea first planted itself... well, when hermanita was talking about plant reproduction a while ago. You changing, it just made me think harder about it." He pulled back from Heroin's throat to look into his lover's eyes, nothing but love and happiness and hope shining out. "I'm not a fan of change but this is something new. Another aspect of myself to explore, another part of our relationship to delve into. And I like that thought, exploring deeper and deeper into each other for the rest of our existence." His hands ran lightly up Heroin's arms, resting on his shoulders briefly before one slid into Heroin's hair. "And while I'm nervous about what I'll look like, what it'll feel like, getting used to the change, there's no one else I'd trust to be with me when I try this." He pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Heroin's lips. "And if you're sure you're alright with it, I'd like to... try it now."
Smiling faintly, fingers tangled in Marijuana's hair, Heroin pressed closer to his husband, the better to nuzzle at his cheek and lay kisses along his jaw, around the shell of his ear and to his temple. Heroin's eyes fell shut as he breathed in, savoured smoke and earth and ash, as he turned over the idea of Marijuana as a woman. And, on those heels, the mention of reproduction, even plant - Heroin shook his head, shoved down the thought, back into the deep places of his mind. "If you're sure, then it's - I like the idea of exploring, of being deeper and knowing more and trying and just... knowing you better." He winced, thinking of how silly that sounded and dropped his head onto Marijuana's shoulder. "Change isn't something that drug gods are - I don't know, I've never handled change well, I suppose. But this is something - I'd like to - with you." Heroin blushed again and stepped back, cupped his lover's face in his hands and kissed him once, hard. "Yes. I'm all right and if you want - there's nothing I'd like more than here for you."
"I'm sure." Marijuana mumbled, too distracted by the kisses to think of anything besides his husband, besides those lips pressing against his skin and his eyes began to lose their camouflage blue to take on their natural, glowing green. "No, as a family, we don't handle change well and as individuals, we aren't much better. But I want this change, want to be with you while I change and after, want to see what it's like and have you by my side and be in your arms while I muddle through it." Marijuana remained quiet for a long moment, stroking his fingers through Heroin's hair gently before groaning lightly into the kiss and taking a step back as well, thankful that his back was to the mirror. While he might have been alright with changing, he didn't want to actually see the change. With one last devil-may-care grin at his husband, green eyes closed and Marijuana began to connect with every single marijuana-bearing plant in the country. It was easy enough to seek them all out, easy enough to strengthen the connection and since they were all female, easy enough to translate that into a change of form. Slowly, his body began to shift, slowly, his hair lengthened just slightly, slowly, he lost a few inches of height as power surged around him, opaque smoke blocking him from view for just a moment.
When it disappated, she opened her eyes cautiously and was lucky enough to react quickly when her jeans and boxers began to slip down off her hips, cinching her belt tight and looking down at herself. Avoiding turning to look in the mirror, it was with an awed little gasp that she took in thin, feminine fingers, smooth, pale arms only marred by her tattoos, took in her chest - and she couldn't help but giggle as she poked one of her breasts with her forefinger - and tentatively plucked at her newly tightened belt. But it was not the time to reconcile the fact that her genetalia had changed. Marijuana looked up at Heroin anxiously, not daring to look in the mirror. "What do you think?"
As Marijuana changed, part of Heroin wanted to step farther back, step away and give his husband - wife? - space, privacy and then there was a part that wanted nothing more than to wrap around Marijuana for the entire change, whisper reassurances but for who, Heroin wasn't sure. So he wrapped his arms around himself and waited, bouncing on his heels for the smoke to clear and for his first sight of her. Marijuana, Cannabis Sativa-Indica-Ruderalis, sister-lover-wife, Heroin shivered and stepped closer, almost touching the smoke. And then it was gone and he grinned, giggled as she adjusted the clothes and he carefully rested his hands on her shoulders - slimmer than his now - and lightly smoothed the too large t-shirt. "I think that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he silently apologized to his twin for the betrayl, but Marijuana as wife... Heroin ducked his head for a quick kiss, surprised at the feel of smooth skin instead of stubble. "We're going to have to shop, though, if... you know."
Marijuana blushed slightly at her husband's words, looking up at him through too long lashes and trying to convince herself to turn around and look in the mirror. She did turn, slowly, leaning back against Heroin as, tentatively, nervously, she took in her reflection. A hand went to the hem of her t-shirt, tugging at it until there was enough to tie in a knot, revealing a few inches of slightly rounded stomach - it seemed like Marijuana's penchant for everything sweet, salty and in between translated to a few extra pounds no matter what form she took - Marijuana frowning slightly. "Breasts could stand to be a bit bigger but..." Marijuana refrained from adding 'I'd do me' as that would be rather inappropriate to say in front of her husband. "It feels right." Too right. Her plants were female and now she was as well, it was too perfect and she knew that she'd have to change back rather soon or risk being tempted to stay female forever. "Shopping?" She asked, turning back around and frowning slightly. "Clothes? I can wear t-shirts and maybe borrow your jeans. I'm not going to stay like this for longer than a day or two." But a thought occured and she frowned even deeper. "We need condoms, don't we?" Did this mean... Marijuana buried those thoughts and plucked at her belt anxiously. "This is-" She paused, not wanting to use the one word that would describe the situation perfectly. "Weird. Good weird, I think."
Heroin's arms tightened slightly around his wife's waist, drawing her tight against his chest, she fit so perfectly against him and Heroin couldn't resist kissing along a perfect shoulder to the crook of her neck, nuzzling. "It - yeah, it'll take some getting used to but you really are beautiful like this." Gently, Heroin ran his fingers through Mari's - Mary's? - hair and couldn't quite stifle the giggle when he found that even the texture was different. He kissed her temple quickly, fiercely and went back to staring in the mirror at his beautiful, glorious wife. "You're, um, probably right. I guess I should head out to the drugstore and buy a pack. Or dozen." The last two words were mumbled, Heroin's blush barely hidden by his hair, by ducking his head into the crook of Marijuana's neck. Inhaling the scent, still familiar, slightly changed, Heroin frowned as he kept thinking about his lover as his wife, his sister."Mari? Mary?" The second name was softer, Heroin didn't look up from the delicious curve of her throat. "Do I - should I call you - it's silly. I'm sorry. I'm being silly. And hey! There's nothing wrong with your breasts; they're perfectly lovely."
"A dozen?" Marijuana cocked her head, smiling softly - with a tinge of anxiety to the expression - and reached up to run a slightly longer nail lightly down her husband's jawline. "You like it that much, then?" The flush continued to deepen on her cheeks as she leaned against her husband, enjoying the feeling of his body against hers; it felt different to be smaller than him, it felt good in a way that she wouldn't normally feel comfortable with but this was Heroin and she could trust him. "There's lovely and then there's hot, Heroin." Marijuana replied affectionately but she remained silent for a long moment, turning how it felt to hear Heroin call her 'Mary' over and over again in her mind and coming up with an answer that satisfied her. "You don't need to apologize. You can call me Mary, Mary Jane." Pausing, she leaned in, tentatively pressing a light kiss to Heroin's lips and marveling at how different it felt to kiss her husband as a female. "You can call me Mary Jane no matter what form I'm in, husband-mine." She whispered against Heroin's lips. It felt right that Heroin would have the right to call her that and her husband would join the very, very short list of gods who could use the nickname without having a nasty encounter with Marijuana's fists. It was only fitting, after all. Heroin was closer to her than Classic, than Hippie, even though that knowledge might have brought up a feeling of mourning within Marijuana if she wasn't trying to get used to her new form.
Heroin licked his lips, suddenly nervous that he'd said too much - or not enough of the right thing and he chased his wife's kiss with another one, a little bolder, a little harder before he cupped her cheek in his hand to trace the delicate line of her cheekbone. Different. He shivered, Marijuana had just - Mary Jane, the only ones who'd ever called Mari that were - Heroin kissed his wife again, quick and soft. "My Mary Jane?" Hopeful, quiet, barely believing, Heroin whispered against the curve of her mouth before stepping back. "And it isn't - I love you, Marijuana. You. In every form, any form; you make me ache and I can't imagine ever having enough of you, ever touching you enough. And - if you liked - it was a long time between changes for me." Heroin caught his bottom lip between his teeth and chewed, not sure if he'd said anything worth saying. So he fell silent, arms slipped around Marijuana's slender shoulders and he held her with his cheek on the top of her head and fingers tangled in her short hair. "Mary, my love, you are always the sexiest, hottest, most fucking desirable, mindblowing being to walk into any room."
"Your Mary Jane." Marijuana confirmed softly, barely believing it herself, licking her lips nervously after the kiss, wondering if Heroin wanted- she couldn't think about that yet, about this body and sex - as a female, with a male - and what it all would feel like and mean. "I liked it, I- loved it. Love you, whatever form or body or gender." Marijuana quieted as Heroin spoke, shivering lightly as her husband's words caused little shocks of desire to course through her body, especially when Heroin swore. "I- that means so much to me. And I hope you know that I feel the same way about you. Always want to touch you, always want to pull you into bed with me." Marijuana felt tongue-tied, felt like there was something she needed to say but she didn't quite know how to word it. Sometimes she could be eloquent but not at the moment so instead, she leaned more of her weight on her husband's comfortingly strong frame. "We can go slow, right?" Even her voice was slow, unsure. "I mean, buy a dozen boxes of condoms but... this is different. New." And it would hurt, Marijuana knew that much. "It just might take me a bit of time, maybe a few hours, just to get used to the idea, the feeling. That's all."
Everything went quiet for a moment while Heroin held Mary Jane - Marijuana, really - and gathered her carefully against his chest, gently, kissing the top of her hair as their clothes rustled and brushed against each other. "Geliebte," the word provided an anchor, "I wouldn't - I'd never want to go faster than you're comfortable with, I didn't mean - all I meant was... I love you. But we don't have to do anything while you're in this form, not unless you want to; I'd be happy to walk on the beach and hold your hand and just - hold you like this. Forever. In any form." Heroin chewed on his lower lip, not sure if he should step back and give her space or - he couldn't, not really, Heroin settled for lightly tipping her chin up and laying a kiss against her lips. "I might've sounded... There's no rush, no hurry; I just want you to know that you're my heart and more than my heart, no matter..." Heroin shrugged listlessly, kissed his wife again and decided that no matter the extenuating circumstances, he couldn't talk to women, not the ones he was in love with, at least.
Marijuana shook her head slowly, cursing her poor wording, her nerves, for twisting her words and making Heroin think he'd done something wrong. "No, mi consuelo, no. Nothing you said made me feel rushed, hurried, pressured." Heroin tipped her chin up and green eyes gazed up at him, filled with trust and contentment before Marijuana's eyelids slid closed and she returned the kiss softly, doing her best to yield against Heroin's lips. "I want it, you, I want to feel your hands and mouth explore this new form, I want to feel you-" Marijuana swallowed hard, fingers curling tightly into Heroin's shirt. "It's just going to take a bit of time, okay?" Eventually, her grip loosened, fingers sliding down to curl into Heroin's waistline as Marijuana nuzzled against Heroin's neck, trying to comfort and soothe. "You don't have to worry. You didn't make me feel uncomfortable. You could never do anything to make me uncomfortable." For a moment, Marijuana was silent again before kissing Heroin deeply for just a moment, still marveling at how different it felt. "Would you mind going out and getting condoms, though? For when I- we-" Marijuana flushed slightly. "And I might have a short nap, recharge a bit."
For a moment, Heroin only looked at Marijuana - took in the blush and the bright eyes and the fingers tucked into his jeans - and ducked his head for another slow and sweet kiss. He rested his forehead against the top of Mary's head, eyes shut for a moment as he got lost in the smell of her and the warmth of her and rubbed her back carefully, quickly. "You don't have to explain to me, my love. All I want," Heroin pulled back a step, his fingers flickering over Mary's jaw before disappearing into his pockets, "is to make you happy. So, I'll go run out and, um, pick up a couple coffees from the cafe down the street - dark roast, right?" He craddled her cheek in his palm as he leaned in and kissed her again, a light whisper of lips and the start of Heroin's stubble and the smell of hotel shampoo that tumbled forward along with his hair. "I'll be back before you miss me. Promise." He kissed her again, on the forehead and then slipped towards the door before good intentions went to hell and he stayed, stared, wrapped himself in the sight of his wife and forgot about a world outside. As was, he barely grabbed his phone, room key and wallet on his way out the door. Completely forgetting about a jacket.
"You make me happy." Marijuana replied softly, lost in the kisses, lost in the feeling of Heroin rubbing her back. Even the simplest touches were new to her and as Heroin pulled away, she felt a knot of vague uneasiness begin to develop in her stomach. This was all too new and her fingers itched for a joint. "Don't think so, amante, I always miss you when you're gone." The kiss to her forehead made her flush slightly again and contemplate the shifting she felt; Marijuana was no longer the dominant force in the relationship simply because of the change of gender. She definitely wasn't used to it and the second the door closed, the second Heroin left, she was scrambling into the pockets of her leather jacket, thrown over one of the chairs. Lighting a joint, she breathed in deep to calm herself and eventually, tentatively, made her way into the bathroom. It was with slightly trembling fingers that she took off her shirt, contemplated her bare breasts - really, she wished they were bigger - and with increasingly shaky fingers that she tugged down the jeans and boxers, stepping out of them and forcing herself to look down. "This is so fucking trippy." She mumbled, running agitated fingers through her hair before drawing in heavily on the joint again, puffing until it was gone and her eyes were rather bloodshot.
Resisting the urge to touch herself and attempt to get used to the feeling before Heroin got back, she didn't bother to put her clothes back on as she padded slowly over to the bed, sliding under the covers quickly. Marijuana had planned on spreading out naked on the bed to look tantalizing when Heroin returned but she ended up dozing off, wrapped up in the covers, and only opening her eyes slowly when she heard the door open quietly.
The first bite of open, ocean-touched air had cleared Heroin’s head, the tangle of love and worry and want and guilt and love faded as he walked through Coronado’s small downtown, and short as the shopping trip was, he felt almost settled as he headed back to the hotel. Both bags in one hand, he slipped through the door as quietly as possibly with the cardboard tray of Starbucks held protectively against his chest. The door closed with a snick and he set the coffee on the bureau but kept the bags with him as he padded over to the bed, to Mary.
A small smile hovered only at the corners of his lips as he paused at the bedside, looking down with his hair in his face. “Hi there, beautiful,” Heroin finally leaned down, kissed his wife a little slower than planned, caught up in everything that was different and everything that was the same in kissing his wife and not his husband. And that was a thought guaranteed to start the worries up again, Heroin gently shoved it to the side and set the bags next to him on the bed. “I bought your presents.” Twot-shirts with marijuana phrases and a pair of Steve Madden shoes.
Marijuana sat up slowly into the kiss, just barely remembering to raise a hand to press blanket to chest to make sure she didn't expose herself to Heroin... just yet. "Mm, hi." Voice slightly roughly with sleep, she blinked a few times to clear her eyes as she reached up, brushing Heroin's hair away from his face gently and giggling lightly as the strands just fell back to brush against her husband's cheek. "Have I ever told you how much I love your hair?" That wasn't the most important thing, though, even though the movement felt the same - reaching up to coax Heroin's hair from his face only to have it fall back so she could keep touching it - and that was comforting. "Presents? Really?" The blanket went under her arms to keep it from falling as she reached for the bags, finding the tank tops first and laughing loudly. "Heroin, you-" Surging up, she kissed her husband again, her fingers threading in the hair at the back of Heroin's head to keep him close. "I love you." She breathed against his lips before remembering there was a second bag and reaching for that one as well. Her grin widened. "Husband-mine, they're so-" Cute, adorable, pretty, the words she wanted to say sounded far too feminine. "I want to try them on, but, uh..." She flushed. "See, I had the idea in my head that I'd wait naked in bed for you and surprise you when you came in. But then I fell asleep and might have ruined the concept."
Settled comfortably at the edge of the bed, Heroin couldn’t help but look down at the blanket held against his wife’s chest and felt himself start to blush as his mind helpfully supplied the image of Marijuana, covered only by a thin sheet and smiling as Heroin… he nudged the thought towards the back of his mind and ducked his head for good measure. His hair tumbled back around his face in a tangle of browns and golds. “You – really?” The blush only got worse as his voice squeaked and his attention was taken completely by the blanket, picking at an imaginary loose thread. “We, um, we could – later,” he coughed, trying to clear his throat, gone so suddenly hoarse, “try everything on later?” Heroin blushed again, rubbed his hands over his face as he thought about how that had sounded. “Not that – I just – I’m glad that you like everything. And, maybe later, we can go out on the beach and you can break the shoes in a little?” Lips pursed, he finally chanced raising his eyes to look at Marijuana and offered one of his quirked smiles.
He leaned forward, hands on either side of Mary’s hips as he rested his forehead against hers again, the smile softening as his eyes shut and he nuzzled lightly at her temple. “Love me? Even if I’m all…” He shrugged, looked down at the curve of her shoulder and studied the line of her collarbone and the column of her neck, “un-eloquent?”
"Later." Marijuana agreed softly, keen eyes watching Heroin blush, noticing easily where her husband's attention was focused. What wasn't easy was trying to push down the anxiety that came with the thought of Heroin pulling down the blanket and... the implications of it all, Marijuana decided, that was what was making her nervous. "There'll be time to break them in later." It was breathed out distractedly, Marijuana too focused on that smile and even more focused on the hands on either side of her hips. She shivered slightly, in a too good way, as Heroin studied what flesh was visible to him, shifting and easing back against the pillows. "Love you?" Her hand left the blanket, fingers curling tightly in Heroin's shirt instead, tugging just slightly, downward, toward her body because even though she was nervous and anxious, she wanted this; for herself and for Heroin. "There's nothing you could do to make me stop loving you." Leaning up a touch, she pressed a soft kiss to her husband's lips. "Get under the covers with me, husband-mine? I want-" Marijuana swallowed roughly, unable to vocalize what she was feeling and instead, she just tugged gently at his shirt again.
Heroin stole a kiss, quick and soft and yielding as he offered reassurances, his palm light as he cupped her cheek and let himself fall into her, fall against her, so lightly, deepening the kiss for a moment as he did. Then it was over, his lips brushed against the curve of her mouth, her cheek as he settled back at the edge of the bed, toed off his shoes and paused. The belt slipped onto the floor, but that was all as he swung his legs under the covers and shifted closer to his wife. “I love you,” his voice was hoarse again – when had that happened – as he slipped an arm around her waist, drawing her against his chest all over again. And like before, she fit. He brushed his finger through her hair lightly, still smiling as he leaned in for another soft kiss, and a second one, and a third for the pleasure of kissing her so gently. “You’re the most incredible god, Geliebte, wife, Glückseligkeit.” His fingers slid from her hair across her cheek, and part of him missed the stubble even as he memorized smooth skin and the curve of her jaw and the curve of her throat and the curve of… everything.
He kept to her side, traced her shoulder and skimmed along her ribs, looking for a place that made her laugh as him and then pausing at her hip so he could nuzzle at her temple. “I love you, Marijuana, and I’m yours, always, forever, belong to you.” And for all the dynamics that shifted with bodies, that belonging rather than owning, at least, remained the same.
As quickly and lightly as it happened, Heroin's body against her own, even through the barriers of the blanket and her husband's clothing, had Marijuana's breath catching in her throat. "I love you." Her response was murmured like a devotion as, slowly, the anxiety bled away with the hoarse quality of Heroin's voice, with those gentle kisses that only made Marijuana ache for more, with maddening lips and fingers and, oh, with the word 'wife'; it should have shocked Marijuana but it fit, just like 'Mary' fit, just like the female form fit. "Wife." Marijuana repeated; the word added to the fingers running over her ribs drew a happy laugh from her, even as she tangled her legs with his and shivered at the brush of his clothes against her bare skin.
Ducking her head to nuzzle against the hollow of Heroin's throat, the gesture also served the purpose of masking her flushed face for a moment as surprisingly steady hands smoothed down over Heroin's chest for the pure joy of touching. "And I am yours; your brother and sister, your husband and your wife, your god and goddess, your Mary Jane, your Marijuana." Reaching, she grasped one of Heroin's hands in her own, guiding it slowly up her stomach toward her chest. "Mi amante, I want you to learn every single curve of this body, I want you to touch and taste..." Marijuana licked her lips anxiously. "And I want to relearn yours with new fingers, lips, I..." Marijuana trailed off and shook her head, the last drop of anxiety vanishing as she leaned in for a kiss, wanting and yielding, trusting and loving, passionate and needy all rolled into the press of her lips against Heroin's.