Who: Alma, Beth, and Wrex. What: Pretty Pretty Krogans. When: Wednesday afternoon (after this thread). Where: The Ranch. Rating: PG-13 (language, off-color lesbian slang.) Status: Complete!
There were few things that Wrex wouldn’t do, but as he looked at the stack of Blurays that Alma floated over to the gigantic tv in the main room of the cabin, he was grimacing. Wrex was full of regrets. Especially when he saw the hair ribbons.
Alma, however, was in a good mood. She carefully sat in a reclining chair, and put her feet up. She sighed. “Beth? I need some pillows, I cannot see the tv over my stomach...”
Beth nodded and hopped up to go back to the bedroom so she could grab a few pillows for Alma. Returning, she smiled and handed Alma a few of the fluffier ones. “Here, babe.” She gave her girlfriend a kiss, ignoring that Alma’s dad was in the room. It wasn’t a hot kiss, just a fond one.
“Thank you...” Alma pointed. “Father, sit there so I can get at your hair.”
Wrex grumbled good naturedly, but did as he was told.
“I promise, the stuff I do will feel better.” Beth moved to put on Sleeping Beauty on DVD, taking Wrex’s left hand and putting it into a bowl of warm, soapy water to soak his cuticles. The other hand she started to file his nails gently, carefully.
Wrex stared at her, one eye twitching, but he let her do..whatever. He felt Alma’s fingers in his hair, and rue’d the day he’d let it get long enough for this to be possible.
Alma giggled. “Wait until Kasumi sees you.”
“God help me.”
“Guys with their nails done are hot, Pops.” Beth’s voice had meant for that to come off as soothing, but she’d only just missed the mark.
“...right. You know I only do this for you two, and if anyone ever found out about it well..there’s a few hundred acres of land to bury you in.”
Alma giggled. She knew it was an empty threat. “Braid or pigtails?”
“You wouldn’t shoot me, I’m adorable.” Beth was idly painting a base coat to Wrex’s nails before massaging his hand while they dried. “Braids. For sure.”
Alma nodded, and started to braid Wrex’s hair. “This is not long enough.” She concentrated, and soon Wrex had more than enough hair to braid.
Wrex’s expression was actually a little indulgent. Having two daughters and a grandkid on the way were enough to do that to him.
Beth’s tongue stuck out of her mouth lightly as she polished Wrex’s nails a dark black that had tiny bits of silver glitter in it. “Are you ready to be even more outnumbered when Elise comes along?”
He smiled. It was an almost dopey little smile at the thought. “I guess I’d have to indulge her, too.”
The smile made Alma feel incredibly joyous, and she looked over Wrex’s head at Beth, beaming.
Beth felt her eyes tear up from happiness, and she leaned up to kiss Wrex on the forehead. “You’re going to be the best grandpa ever.”
“Thanks, kid.” Despite his outer smile, there was pain deep inside. He and Kasumi would never have their own kid. At least not without an incredible amount of effort and expense involved. They’d had their one chance and lost it. “I’m gonna spoil her like crazy.”
Alma squeezed his shoulder, but said nothing.
You didn’t have to be psychic to see Wrex’s shoulders tighten. “You okay, Pops?”
"Yeah, I'm fine." The fewer people who knew about the miscarriage, the better. He was grateful that Alma seemed to be doing okay. "Why don't they just take her out of the castle?"
“She’d get pricked no matter where they went. But they do, they give her to the fairies.” Beth smiled, leaning up to hug Wrex. Sometimes Beth didn’t have words for how important Wrex was to her, but she tried to show him through actions.
Wrex put an arm around Beth, careful of his nails. He’d have to find a way to clean them, somehow, but not until tomorrow. He’d let her have this.
Alma watched them, and basked in the good energy. See, little one? This is your family.
“Thank you,” Beth murmured, smiling and hugging him tightly. Then she returned to his nails, doing the other hand. “I’d do your feet too if I had a deathwish.”
“Two hundred acres. They’ll never find your body,” Wrex growled. “Isn’t there supposed to be a dragon?
Alma just laughed, and rubbed her belly. “We promise you dragons.”
“Of course they would, they use thermographic cameras now,” Beth smiled cheerfully.
Wrex rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. I won’t bury your body. I’ll cremate it.”
Alma giggled.
“You have a crematorium? What do you boys get up to on this ranch?” Beth grinned, sticking out her tongue as she started in on Wrex’s other hand.
"I'll build one," he gruffed at her.
"I would be very sad, father."
Wrex sighed at Alma. "Okay, fine, I'll spare your girl."
Beth snorted. “You can’t just build a crematorium anyway, you’d need permits. But look, that’s kind of hot in a rock star way. Wear some leather pants, Kasumi’ll like it.”
"......" If looks could kill, Wrex would have turned Beth into little itty bitty bits of cheerleader. “No leather pants. Ever.”
“Tight jeans, then.” Beth grinned at him. “You forget. I’m great at seducing women.” She winked at Alma.
“..tight jeans I could do.”
Alma wrinkled her nose. The idea of Wrex in tight jeans was disturbing. She already knew too much about his sex life as it was.
“Just an undershirt. Maybe we should spike his hair a little. Do you mind, Alma?” Beth dug through her makeup to find some eyeliner.
“No, I do not.” She looked at the braids wistfully, then started to undo them. “Should I undo the growth to his hair?”
“No! I mean.. just..get rid of the receding hairline.” Wrex eyedarted.
Beth laughed, then nodded. “What he said. I’ll go get some gel when I’m done here. Wrex, look up, and don’t move, I’m going to poke your eye with a pencil.” Girls did it every day, Wrex, no freaking out.
Outwardly, Wrex faced it down like it was an onslaught of Banshees. Inwardly however? He cringed.
Beth did it expertly, carefully, smudging it so he looked sexy instead of silly. “There.” She moved onto the next eye, smiling. “See, it’s not so bad.”
“It’s terrible,” he groused, ignoring Alma’s tittering behind him. Because Alma was tittering and that was so normal it was worth the agony.
“Oh, stop, you big baby. There, done. You know, if you weren’t kind of my dad, I’d think you were hot.” Beth stood up to look at her work.
“You better not think he is hot,” Alma scolded.
“What, I’m not hot?”
“You are my father, you are not hot.”
“Gee thanks.”
“I’m a dyke, I don’t think he’s hot. Well. Just his eyes.” Beth giggled as she walked to get her gel. She returned, sitting near Wrex, lightly spiking his hair.
“Beth,” Wrex said, scowling. He didn’t like that word, at all, really. It had bad connotations.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m a lesbian, and your eyes are terrible.” Beth grinned impishly.
“Better.” Wrex nodded. Alma had gotten his hair spikey, and was inspecting it with a keen eye.
“I think Kasumi will like it.” Beth smiled, moving to sit on the arm of Alma’s chair.
“I hope so, if not, I’m blamin’ you!”
Alma’s arm wrapped around Beth’s waist, and hugged her close. Wrex’s expression softened as he watched them.
Beth smiled, nosing into Alma’s hair, chuckling at Wrex. She kissed Alma’s ear, thinking to her fiancée instead of speaking. I hope he won’t mind walking you down the aisle.