Alma Wade will not give up (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} its_my_nature) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2012-11-21 15:03:00 |
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Who: Alma and Beth
What: The end of Alma’s first day at school
When: Monday
Where: Beth’s school
Status: complete
Rating: R for what happens in the shower
warnings: Somewhat glossed over smexy times.
Nobody questioned Beth when she said that the new girl was going to sit in on cheerleading practice, or that nobody was to give her any shit. Everyone knew already that Alma was Beth’s, and that was that. Not “Beth’s friend” or a new recruit, but simply Beth’s.
Their coach was in her office and Beth twirled a whistle around her fingers as she ran the girls through practicing the tumbling runs. She managed to be incredibly good at motivating them and keeping their timing correct while tumbling right alongside them. “And one and two and fucking exTEND your legs when you flip, Ri, Christ, we’ve been over this!”
The high school dynamic was utterly fascinating to Alma. All the cliques, the ins and outs, the unspoken boundaries and coded aggression....she wished she'd thought to do her psych eval paper on this. Although a psych degree was no substitute to actual experience.
Without Beth, Alma knew she'd be at the bottom of a very aggressive food chain. It would eat her up and spit her out and leave behind the very sort of angry shell of a person that existed in the dreams.
She was profoundly grateful to Beth, and shadowed her wherever she could.
She sat down against the wall to watch the drills. It reminded her of military drills. In short skirts.
Why hadn't she been introduced to short skirts before, they were amazing!
Beth’s flips and tumbles and rolls were perfect and precision. She barked orders, she flipped like a whirling dervish, and she did it all with a smirk on her face.
It was only a few moments later when they were practicing a stunt where Beth got thrown in the air from the arms of three girls with stronger arms and legs than the rest of the squad that the girl dared sneak a peek to see if Alma was in the stands. Her grin as she was thrown in the air was genuine.
Cheer was vastly different from the ballet and dance that Alma had spent hours watching her other friend perform. But it was still graceful art and agility, and told a different sort of story. She appreciated that. Alma was coming to find artistry and grace of any sort to be a key component in who she was attracted to.
Alma lifted her hand to wave at Beth when she was noticed. It filled her with a warmth and a buzz that was strickingly strong, and she tilted her head to analyze it. She liked that she'd been noticed.
Beth grinned and sent the girls to the locker room to clean up, knowing that they were pretty on point for the next game - and that she wanted to spend time with Alma. Once the other girls were gone, Beth jogged up into the bleachers to sit down by her friend. “Hey. I’m glad you came.”
Alma was wearing her best jeans, and a blouse she'd picked out that clung tightly to her chest, but revealed no skin except her neck and her arms.
"I had a free period, and...I wanted to see you. School is interesting. It's a lot like a pack dog mentality. Each of the cliques represents a pack, with the members constantly vying for the attention of the alpha. It seems to be more predominate among the girls, but still exists among the boys."
She waved a hand. "There are some that seem to flow between the cliques without issue, I am unsure what to compare those to."
“I always thought of it like cells in an organism, kind of like the immune system or something. But there’s some lone wolves around. You could think of them as flocks. Crows will kick out members of their flock that don’t do their job well. They peck out their eyes.” Beth’s actions didn’t match her statement; she was playing with Alma’s hair and smiling to herself. “Nobody gave you any shit, did they?”
"I think my example is less cutthroat." Alma leaned into the hair touching, her left hand moving to Beth's knee and resting there. Beth's skin was so smooth that it was distracting, and her fingers started tracing circles.
"I befriended someone in my calculus class, at least." She gave Beth a smile, her fingers starting to trace symbols into Beth's skin. "Though her dialect is quite strange. What does the 'shiznet' mean?"
“So it’s less accurate.” Beth smiled at the way Alma touched her and couldn’t help but stroke her cheek. “That’s good. And it means good.” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes a little, hating the way some people in her age group talked. It just made them sound stupid.
It had sounded funny to Alma, but the girl had been nice enough, even if she talked in what sounded like code. It would be fun to try to decipher her.
Alma leaned into the cheek stroking. "You won't get in trouble for this..?"
“For what? Talking to my friend?” Beth shook her head. “Nope.” There was nothing to get into trouble for, in Beth’s opinion, and that was all that mattered to Coach.
"The touching. Some places frown upon physical displays of affection. Especially between two girls." Alma had read about that. She wondered what Harlan Wade, her biological father, would say.
“Nobody’s here to see us.” As if to show Alma how little she cared, Beth leaned in to kiss her, cupping her cheeks and pressing her lips hard against Alma’s mouth.
Alma made a sweet mewling sound as Beth's lips made her entire body hum. The kiss was harder than the others they'd previously shared, and she tangled her fingers in the cheerleader's hair to keep her from pulling away.
Beth knew that they didn’t have a whole lot of time, but she wasn’t about to pull away first. Alma was sweet, she was genuine. She was the only thing she’d ever seen in the entire world that wasn’t tainted by bullshit. Beth would do anything she could to keep her close.
Eventually, Alma was forced to pull away. She could sense people around, and she didn't want to be noticed. Part of her wanted to keep Beth to herself. And the kissing Beth to herself.
She swallowed nervously, putting several inches between them, though she kept a hand on Beth's bare knee. "You look good. In that outfit."
“Thanks. That’s part of being on the squad. We have to be everyone’s sexual fantasy while flinging our bodies through space and defying death.” She grinned impishly. “They just don’t know that it’s warpaint to we girls.” Lipgloss was the blood of the people she’d hurt. Glitter was armor, her cheer uniform a shield.
Giggling, Alma stroked a finger up Beth's thigh. Her eyes were glittering, and the darkness that always seemed to hover around the edges was missing. She was finding she trusted Beth. Enough to tell her about the dreams? Perhaps. "Warpaint. Perhaps packs and cells aren't the correct terminology. Roving warbands or medieval fiefs."
That made Beth laugh. “All looking for blood to paint their caves with? Perfect.” Beth could tell that Alma looked a little happier and it made her smile. “Want to come over to my house? My parents won’t be back until way late.” It was nice that they worked so often; it meant they wouldn’t meddle in her life so much.
"Let me call Shepard. I am supposed to be grounded still. I suspect I will 'owe' something to her for pushing things..but I find I enjoy pushing boundries."
At the word boundry she tugged on the hem of Beth's skirt playfully.
"A few months ago I was almost a different person..." She still spoke pretty formally though.
“Oh? How so?” Beth’s head cocked to the side and she smiled at Alma. Hopping up, she grinned when she noticed the rest of her squad was gone already. “Want to help me take a shower?”
"I used to speak much more formally, and I was even worse with p..people..." Alma started to say, before she coughed, and her heart started to jackhammer in her chest. Her face flushed the color of Beth's top.
“I like how you speak. I can tell you’re smart, you don’t dumb yourself down.” Beth stood up, grinning broadly. “I have a key, I can lock the door. And it’s a big room, I just have to get all this hairspray out of my hair, and I’m all sweaty.” Beth was going to take one regardless of Alma.
In a sightly confused sounding voice, Alma asked, "How do you want me to help?" She was already standing up, however, and wetting her lips. Granted, girls took showers together all the time in a school, but this seemed different.
Beth laughed, kissing Alma again. “Are you a virgin? I don’t want to flirt with you too much and scare you if you are. I can slow down.”
“Define virginity,” Alma replied, taking Beth’s hand.
“I want you,” Beth murmured bluntly. “But I don’t want to scare you, and I don’t want you to think it’s just the physical bullshit. I can get off with anyone. And really, virginity is a state of mind. I know some really filthy people who haven’t done anything with anyone. Hell, I’ve been pretty bad since I knew what sex was.” She stood up, idly doing a handstand and easing down the stairs that way.
"I've kissed and made out. And been touched." Alma exhaled slowly. "Recieved oral. Are you disappointed?"
She trailed off, watching Beth handstand away. She admired the tone of the girl's legs and...well her ass.
“Disappointed? No, why would I be disappointed?” Beth launched herself back to her feet, grinning at Alma. “It’s something you only get to do once. And besides, waiting makes things better when they finally happen, you know? I wish I could have my virginity back sometimes, in some ways. I wouldn’t have lost it how I did. Booooring.” She squinched up her nose and rolled her eyes. “Just … tell me to slow down if you need me to. Most people are scared of me, but I don’t want you to be.”
"Disappointed you're not the first to touch me." Alma responded. "But I suppose I am a virgin by most definitions." She took Beth's hand again, eager to touch her.
"At least in my waking world, Bethy."
Grinning, Beth walked with Alma to the showers, looking around carefully to make sure that everyone was gone. Coach was still in her office, playing Solitaire, but the rest of the girls were gone. They’d left loads of debris in their wake - ribbons and bobby pins, a wispy pair of barely qualifying panties in a corner, a sock its lonely partner. Locking the door behind her to to the locker room, Beth moved toward the huge shower area. It was open and wide and she turned on two of the shower heads to warm before tugging her hair out of its ponytail. “You couldn’t disappoint me, Alma. Don’t worry.” She winced as a bobby pin dug into her scalp.
Alma looked around curiously. The mess was surprising, and it cut against the grain for her. Alma was a very meticulous person. This was the opposite of meticulous. She shuddered. "I hope not."
She reached over to help with the pin.
“Thank you.” Beth smiled when Alma helped her with the bobby pin, sighing when it was out of her hair. She seldom wore her hair up when she wasn’t cheering, if only because it just hurt too much. Once her hair was free, Beth took a step back to ease out of her shoes and socks, kicking them a bit to the side and turning around to tug off her cheer top and unhook her bra.
Alma enjoyed the way Beth's hair fell off the top of her head. She held her breath as Beth started to strip, and belatedly bending over to undo her shoelaces. Helping involved getting wet, right?
Soon Beth was naked and she moved to stand under the spray, sighing loudly. There was shampoo and body wash already set out, and she purred as the hot water ran over her body. Her thighs were bruised from where girls had hoisted her up, and there was a huge bone bruise on her shin from where someone had dropped her. She was a black and blue map of her sport.
Beth was beautiful, bruises and all, and after a moment Alma stepped alongside her. She touched one of Beth's bruises with a light touch, wishing she could soothe the hurt. Her own skin wasn't marred by scars or bruises, and was the pale of someone who never exposed it out doors.
Her hair, when let loose from it's braids, extended down to her rear.
"Does this hurt?"
Gasping, Beth’s eyes closed. “Mmph. A little, but it’s the good kind.” She admired Alma’s long hair, helping her to dampen it. She ran her fingers over Alma’s newly slick stomach, her hips. “Your skin is beautiful. I wish I could be pale.” But she was expected to be tanned.
Alma's stomach spasmed under Beth's fingers and her hips jerked slightly when Beth ran her hands across them. She trailed her hands up the cheerleader's sides and back down again. Alma's nails traced patterns into the damp skin of Beth's stomach.
"Thank you. I like your tan. I would prefer you pale though. I think you would be..sexier.."
“I’m naturally pale, but on the squad, we’re not supposed to be.” Beth rolled her eyes before taking some shampoo and lathering her hair. She smiled at Alma, liking that she seemed so comfortable with nudity. Some girls weren’t, and they seemed to have such weird body dysmorphia issues. Granted, she got why, especially the girls on her squad, but Alma was perfect. Beth wouldn’t change a thing about her.
Once the soap was out of Beth’s hair, she put some body wash into her hands and proceeded to soap Alma’s shoulders.
"I'll bet you would be a ..creamy sort of pale."
Alma had simply been so sheltered, and so engrossed in science that she'd never had to worry about such things. She worked at her hair for lack of something else to do (and because otherwise she would just keep touching Beth), and was finishing the rinse when she felt the girl soap up her shoulders.
"..oh..."
Beth couldn’t help herself. She let her fingers trail lower, over Alma’s clavicle, breathing deeper as her hands moved to trail over Alma’s breasts. The other girl still had her eyes closed, and Beth had to bit her lip hard to keep from kneeling in front of her.
Alma opened her eyes to stare into Beth's. She felt conflicted. She wanted her to keep touching. She didn't want to give in so easily - she enjoyed the tension between them and was afraid they would lose that if they went any further.
She opened her mouth to say something, but Beth's fingers reached a very sensitive spot and the only thing that came out was a moan.
Beth made her feel so dizzy.
“I don’t - “ Beth sighed. “I don’t want you to stop hanging out with me.” Her hands fell away, even though that noise had gone right down her back, delving into her stomach and moving to settle between her legs. “But god, I really want to taste you. You’re trouble.” Ironic, that phrase coming from Beth’s mouth.
One of Alma's lesser known qualities was a sort of impulsiveness when it came to certain things. It was this that made her throw her arms around Beth and kiss her, her slick body rubbing against the cheerleader's as need overrode common sense.
She had a secret joy in knowing for that first time that her impulsive advances were actually wanted.
Groaning into the kiss, Beth returned it happily. She ran her fingers over Alma’s back before leaning with her against the wall, smiling. “Promise you’ll tell me when to stop?” Dipping her head, she nibbled Alma’s neck.
Alma dug her nails into Beth's shoulders and back, turning her head to give Beth more room. "I do not know if I want to stop..or if we should. I do not want to.."
She searched for the word, picking it from words she'd overheard in her mind before.
"To be easy."
Beth stopped, leaning back and cupping Alma’s cheeks. She met her eyes. “You’re not easy. Easy is being drunk and sleeping with someone you don’t want to sleep with. If we both want to, if we click - there’s no easy there. That’s actually the hardest fucking thing in the whole world to find. Nothing easy about it.”
"Do you think..." Alma tilted her head, willing her body to stop buzzing. "You place a lot of emphasis on this. On finding the right thing. How do you know this is it? Compared to what you've had in the past. How do you know this isn't just chemicals and electrical impulses and ..science that I can't explain without you thinking I am crazy."
“I don’t know if we’re going to get married or anything. But I do know that I don’t like many people in this world. And I like you.” She shrugged. “I know it’s not just chemicals and endorphins and biology and I won’t think you’re crazy because I’m smarter than people think I am - because I’d stop if you wanted. If it was just lust, I’d keep going. We wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Beth leaned back and put conditioner on her hair and smiled at Alma. “We’d already been done.”
"Well I was not saying we should get married..." Alma trailed her fingers along Beth's ribs. She thought the girl was a bit too thin. She'd have to buy her food a lot.
"I am glad to hear that." She reached up to rub the conditioner into Beth's hair, while she considered her next words.
“Mmph.” Beth smiled and looked deeply into Alma’s eyes. “I’d be yours, if you wanted to be mine. Never felt that way before. That’s how I know.”
"Yes," Alma replied, as if confirming how she felt. Her eyes seemed to be reading directly into Beth's soul.
“Then we belong to each other. For better or worse.” Beth pinky swore, pulling out hers and taking Alma’s. Her slippery arms wrapped around Alma’s waist, leaning in and nipping the taller girl’s neck. “Mine,” she murmured, smiling to herself.
Alma looked down at their pinkies. This was a pinkie swear? She thought it was kind of cute, and interesting. And normal. And Alma was particularly fond of normal things. "Yours." She breathed, eyes fluttering closed as she pulled Beth against her, skin burning where wet flesh made contact with wet flesh.
She searched with her mind, to make sure they were alone.
“But it goes both ways. You have me.” Beth could tell that Alma hadn’t had many people before, and it made her grin to think that such a sweet, perfect person liked her. Beth wanted to do something nice for her.
Which was why she gently pushed Alma so she was leaning against the wall before dropping to her knees. Everything smelled like shampoo and the sweet apple of her bodywash and all she could hear was the sound of the spray against the tile.
The sum total of Alma's friends could be counted on less than one hand. Distracted by her mental search, Alma didn't realize what was happening until she felt the coldness of the shower wall. She gasped at the cold, then breathed Beth's name and stared at her.
"You do not need..." Inadvertently, she picked up the emotions and thoughts behind the gesture and her protest died in her throat.
Alma could only hear the rush of blood in her ears and her own emotions made her chest tighten.
Beth kissed along Alma’s thighs, smiling and looking up at her before setting to. She hadn’t done it too often with too many other girls, but she’d been told she was good because of how attentive she was. Gripping Alma’s hips lightly, she craned her neck, thanking every god in the sky that she had the only set of keys to the girl’s locker room showers.
The best part was Beth's soft lips on her thighs. And then the best part was what Beth's tongue was doing. No, the best part was Beth's eyes. Alma locked hers onto the cheerleader's, even as an initial wave of pleasure shot down to her toes.
Alma panted, trying to keep her moans below the level of the water, and desperately trying to keep her eyes on Beth's. This felt different than with Zevran. Just as good. But different.
Then Beth moved one hand up to try using her fingers too, wondering if Alma had ever enjoyed anything pressing into her. She paused long enough to grin up at her, giggling to herself. “You can make noise if you want, it’s after school. Nobody’s here, promise. And even if someone hears, who cares?” Beth made no secret of what she was.
Alma bit her lip at the pressure, giving Beth the satisfaction of a plaintive, shuddering moan. Zevran hadn't done this. She rocked her hips, trying to get Beth's fingers deeper, and her eyes were hooded and dark. Hesitantly, she dug her fingers into the blonde's hair and stroked lightly.
Beth... It might have been a whisper, or it might have been a mental plea.
Either way she heard it, and Beth understood what she meant. She understood the passion, she understood the want. Beth moved a little faster, added a little more, wanting to get quiet, restrained Alma to let go.
Unable to keep her eyes open any longer, Alma rocked her hips, nails digging into Beth's scalp. She was struggling to keep quiet now, her breaths coming in gasps and starts.
Between moans that were growing louder and louder, she asked, "Do..do you want to feel what I feel?"
“At some point. Not now, doesn’t have to be today.” She returned to what she was doing, trying to bring Alma off, trying to get her to feel as good as she could. Beth wanted her to feel happy. To feel loved. To feel like she was the most important person in the universe. Wasn’t that what every girl wanted?
Alma? Alma wanted to feel like a normal girl. To love and live and not hurt people. She seemed to be searching everywhere to belong. To be. Falling for people she wasn't supposed to and being hurt for it. Roy and River and Zevran.
She was afraid she jumped too quickly to Beth. And maybe she had. But the girl had touched her on a level that was hard to ignore. Impossible really. What she'd meant had been to share her mind with Beth. Literally share what the girl was doing to her, so that she'd feel the same emotions and even physical sensations Alma was, via telepathy.
Perhaps that might just freak her out, so she let Beth think she meant she'd return the favor. Which she would, as soon as she could.
Besides she wanted to save that for when they actually made love.
As it was, the water was spraying sideways and the shampoo bottles were floating behind Beth. Alma's muscles clenched and in clenched rapidly, just before the spring snapped.
Grinning once Alma finished, Beth stood up, planting little kisses along Alma’s body as she stood. She stood and kissed her lightly on the mouth, smoothing out her hair. “I want you to feel important,” she murmured. “This is fast, but it’s good and I like it and … “ Beth’s voice trailed off. She really hoped that nothing got into the way of them; Beth figured that Alma wouldn’t like her dark side, her possessive side.
She liked the body kisses, and held Beth against her breast briefly, before letting her up to be kissed on the mouth. The water was flowing normally now and the bottles had dropped to the floor. She was glad for the water, her eyes were damp. "I am scared Beth. At how fast this is going. At the feelings you dredge up."
“We can slow down. Whatever you need.” Beth cupped Alma’s cheeks and smiled. “You and me, we’re a unit now. You’re mine, but I’m yours. So whatever makes you uncomfortable makes me uncomfortable too.” The water was starting to run cold, and she giggled as she hurried to rinse off.
"You are going to make it very hard to avoid falling in love," Alma whispered. She moved to help Beth rinse off, wanting to feel her skin under her hands, wanting to give her some pleasure too. "You must be so frustrated."
“Well, yeah, but I’ll think about those noises you made later. Don’t worry, I’ll get it.” Beth smiled and squeezed Alma’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “Falling in love just happens. Don’t fight it, just let it do what it wants. If it happens it happens, if it doesn’t, it doesn’t. When it happens isn’t a big deal either.”
"I want to watch." Alma blurted that out then clamped a hand over her mouth.
Beth couldn’t help but grin. “Naughty! Okay.” Her cheeks were bright red. This wasn’t something she’d done before, but she could indulge the girl she adored. Moving to her cheer bag she rifled through it until she found the thing she’d wanted, emerging and standing back. “Here?”
"...now?" Alma stared at her incredulously. She'd been thinking at Beth's place, but here might actually be more efficient. Beth could rinse off. She chewed her lip.
“Why not? Beth leaned against the wall, closing her eyes. “I don’t know, I like the rush.” Even though it was unlikely that they’d get caught, she still liked the idea of it. Turning the tiny bullet to on, she closed her eyes, already worked up from what she’d done to Alma. In fact, it was the other girl’s name that fell from her lips as she started.
"Beth.." Alma said, stepping back a bit to get a better view. She bit her lip, drinking in the sight and sounds of the cheerleader. Memorizing it. She wanted to know what she tasted like.
Taking a risk, she offered low, murmured encouragements.
Reaching out, Beth took Alma’s hand into hers, kissing her hard for a moment before letting her go. She was breathing hard, but every time Alma spoke and encouraged her, coaxed her along, she could feel her hips buck up, had to whimper a little. “Fucking hell.”
Alma took Beth's hand back, kissing her fingers, then sucking on one. With her other hand she cupped Beth's cheek and encouraged her with her eyes. It was instinctive.
It didn’t take Beth long at all to whimper out a finish, biting her lower lip so hard she thought she’d break the skin. She was panting like she’d just jogged five miles, feeling dogged and worn out. “That was - yeah.” Beth shivered visibly, purring and smiling. “Wow.”
Alma snuggled against her, wrapping her arms around the other girl and kissing her cheek. She'd been wanting to get close from the moment her legs had started to give out on her when Beth was between them.
"It was good?"
Nodding hard, Beth grinned. “Very. Thank you. I haven’t come that hard in … okay, I haven’t ever.” She laughed, looking down at her shaking knees. “Yeah, that was … yeah.” Beth Cassidy wasn’t often at a loss for words, but she was in that moment.
"I barely even touched you." Alma pointed out, an excited gleam in her eyes for just what this could bring when she got to really get her hands and mouth on the other girl. She clung a little more, unable to keep standing.
“Still. It was amazing.” Beth nuzzled into Alma’s neck, grinning. “Think your mo - Shepard - will mind if we go get dinner? I’ll drop you off at your place.”
"Are you asking me on a date, Beth?"
“Course I am. I’m your girlfriend, remember?” Beth wiggled her nose in delight as she giggled. “And here I thought you were smart.”
Alma formed an 'O' with her mouth at the use of the word girl-friend. "Let me call?"
Beth nodded, moving to grab them towels. She tossed one to Alma and proceeded to towel her hair enthusiastically.
Alma quickly dried herself, then wrapped a towel around Beth and kissed her on the mouth. "Okay."
This was going to be interesting.