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To the surprise of absolutely no one, Victoria Javadi has never bought a sex toy before.
Like, there are levels to this shit. She still lives with her parents. Her bank account is still linked to her mom’s. Besides, what’s the point in spending good money on self-pleasure paraphernalia when fingers (usually) work just fine? She’s content with masturbating the way Mother Nature intended.
Worst case scenario, if she really needs it, well. She just asks Santos for an assist.
“You’re so fucking boring, Crash,” Santos sighs as her palm grinds hard against Javadi’s clit. She’s way too chatty during sex, especially when Javadi’s trying to lock in and just come already so they can get back to their shift. “Not even a vib? Seriously?”
“Where would I even get one?” Javadi pants, knees buckling as she collapses against the bathroom door with a dull thunk. She sincerely hopes that there isn’t someone else waiting for the disabled stall right now.
Santos twists her fingers inside Javadi suddenly, rough and mean. Javadi chokes back an embarrassing noise. “I dunno, where do you buy literally anything else?” she snarks, sounding distracted as she starts pumping them in and out, still keeping that delicious pressure against Javadi’s clit. “Online, the world is your oyster. Whatever tickles your pearl, it’s there.”
Javadi desperately wants to roll her eyes at her, but she’s very quickly losing control over her basic motor functions. “Could you not compare my clitoris to an organic gemstone while you’re literally— oh, fuck.”
As she comes, shaking and crumpling into Santos’ trapezius, Santos keeps talking to herself. “There’s also a Spencers at the mall,” she muses as she wiggles her hand back out of Javadi’s underwear, wiping it down with toilet paper before tossing the used wad into the trashbin. Javadi sorta feels like killing her.
“Your dirty talk is atrocious,” Javadi says weakly, just to bite back. Her legs feel like Jell-O.
Santos shrugs, helping Javadi back to her feet. “Well, Garcia never seems to complain.”
“Oh my God, ew.”
“What, that’s where you draw the line for TMI?” Santos scoffs. “I was literally just inside of you.” She punctuates this statement by wiggling her pruny fingers in Javadi’s face.
Javadi’s cheeks go red as she swats Santos’ hand away. “I actually hate you.”
“Aw, love you too,” Santos says sweetly, nudging Javadi off the door so she can swing it open. When they make it to the sinks, Princess is drying her hands off with a paper towel, her brow quirked with interest. Javadi pointedly looks away. “Anyway, at least you know you have options now. If you ever need help, just hit me up.”
Javadi manages to roll her eyes properly this time. “Right. I’ll be sure to take you up on that offer.”
“Be careful now, Crash,” Santos teases. She’s miming something out, and it only takes Javadi a hot second to realize that she’s referencing that one meme of the white rabbit with a pocket watch. She dislikes how easily she made that connection— she needs to spend less time on TikTok. “That time may be approaching faster than you think.”
Javadi just shakes her head, then lathers her hands up with shitty foam dispenser soap. She really, seriously doubts that would ever happen.
Not even a week later, Javadi ends up texting Santos from the dressing room of an Aerie with a discrete paper bag by her feet.
You
5:43 PM
SOS
Trinity Santos (PTMC)
5:47 PM
girl who died
wait nvm it’s your day off i knew this
what happened
You
5:47 PM
Okay in my defense it was 30% off
Trinity Santos (PTMC) is typing…
Trinity Santos (PTMC)
5:50 PM
omg no fucking way
LMFAOOAOAOAOO
whar did you get im so curious send a pic
You
5:50 PM
Now why would I do that
Trinity Santos (PTMC)
5:51 PM
uhh bc why not???
besides why else would you tell me if you weren’t willing to share w the class
You
5:51 PM
Ugh fine hold on
You sent an image.
Trinity Santos (PTMC)
5:52 PM
damnn okay crash
the harness too?? gayass
this is a nice brand you lucked out
You
5:52 PM
I honestly don’t know what I bought
I just picked it because it was purple
Like what is this how do you even use it
Trinity Santos (PTMC)
5:52 PM
arent you supposed to be a super genius
doesnt it come w an instruction manual
ts csnt be that hard bro
You
5:52 PM
Well obviously I know how to use it in theory
It’s phallic
But in practice
Trinity Santos (PTMC)
5:53 PM
☝️🤓
You
5:53 PM
Okay now.
Trinity Santos (PTMC)
5:54 PM
like do you need me to coach you thru this
baby’s first strapon
You
5:54 PM
Honestly yeah are you up for that
You
5:57 PM
Hello?
They’re about to kick me out of this Aerie can you please respond
Trinity Santos (PTMC)
5:57 PM
now why are you in a fucking aerie
You
5:57 PM
The bag they gave me was too big
I need to buy something from another store for a new one to seem less suspicious
Trinity Santos (PTMC)
5:58 PM
yk you coyldve just asked for a smaller bag right
i swear they won’t jump you
You
5:58 PM
Oh
That’s a good point I didn’t consider that
Trinity Santos (PTMC)
5:58 PM
child prodigy and pride and joy of dr eileen shamsi btw
You
5:59 PM
Not too much now.
Trinity Santos (PTMC)
5:59 PM
shit right mommy issues i forgot mb
You
6:00 PM
Anyway like I was saying
Are you up for that
My parents will be out on the night shift you could come by
Trinity Santos (PTMC)
6:00 PM
what the hell sure i have nothing better to do
lets take your strap for a test drive 🚗💨
get it bc ur crash and ppl ride dicks
get it
You
6:00 PM
Can you be there by 9
Trinity Santos (PTMC)
6:01 PM
damn not even a lol just tell me to kms atp
i’ll be there
You
6:01 PM
Thank you Santos seriously
I owe you one
Trinity Santos (PTMC) reacted with “👍”.
You
6:01 PM
Nonchalant is not a good look on you
Trinity Santos (PTMC) reacted with “🖕”.
Santos is still in her scrubs when Javadi answers the door five minutes past nine.
“You’re late,” she says. It’s more so a statement of truth than a scolding.
“Fashionably,” Santos huffs, bracing against the door frame as she kicks off her shoes. “I wasn’t exactly scurrying to get over here.”
Javadi isn’t sure whether she should be offended by that or not, so she just brushes it off. “Can you tuck your shoes further into the shoe cabinet? Like, so they’re less noticeable. Just in case.”
“Yeah, sure,” Santos nods, moving to do so. As she’s getting back up, she pauses. “Hey, this reminds me of that one song. The one that goes, I’ll keep you my dirty little secret…”
Javadi stares at her blankly.
“The All-American Rejects?” Santos supplies, unhelpfully. Javadi just shakes her head; the expression on Santos’ face morphs into one of vague disappointment. “You need to broaden your horizons, Crash. This is actually sad.”
“Sexually or musically or just in general?”
“Try all of the above.”
“Oh. Well,” Javadi says, leaning a little closer than necessary. The angle is a tad awkward— she has to teeter a bit on her toes in order to readjust— but she commits to it anyway. “I didn’t invite you over for no reason.”
Santos blinks, then quickly bounces back with a smirk. “Right, how could I forget?” she mock-gasps, letting her eyes widen as she covers her mouth with her hand. “What a fool I am. I’m here humbly at your service.”
Javadi can’t help but laugh a little. “You’re such a nerd,” she giggles, fully aware of how hypocritical she sounds.
“It’s one of my more charming qualities,” Santos says cheekily, batting her eyelashes exaggeratedly.
“I know,” Javadi replies, the words ghosting against Santos’ lips as she cups her cheek. “I like that about you.”
Javadi is so glad that they’re doing this at home, that she gets to kiss Santos properly without any inherent rush. Santos is quietest like this. Not that she doesn’t make any noise— that’s impossible, given the slick of tongue against tongue. It’s just nice, how easily Javadi can drag her upstairs and into her bedroom, how easily Javadi can push her onto her bed without a fight. Feeling bold, Javadi lets her nails bite into Santos’ scalp, tugging her hair tie free and letting it disappear in her sheets. She’ll find it later— she’s more interested in threading her fingers through her soft hair right now.
When Javadi yanks harder, she’s rewarded with a little cant of Santos’ hips pinned beneath her thighs, a sweet gasp swallowed by her lips. Santos is fumbling at the hem of Javadi’s shirt now, so Javadi sits up to yank it off properly. Looking back down, Javadi can see that Santos is biting her lip.
“Damn,” she says breathlessly, fingers playing with the frilly lace trim of Javadi’s bralette and slipping beneath one of the straps. “Is this new?”
“Uh huh,” Javadi nods, squirming as her other hand skims over her ribs, ticklish. Still, she lets Santos grope as much as she pleases, lavishing a little in her attention. “I got it today. From Aerie?”
“Sometimes I forget that you’re still young enough to be part of that target demographic,” Santos snickers, which, like, whatever the hell that means. “It’s cute, though.” She lets her voice drop an octave, her next words coming out low and seductive. “Did you buy this for me?”
Honestly, Santos wasn’t really on Javadi’s mind when she was riffling through the clearance aisle for anything to purchase. But then she thinks about how long she spent debating whether or not to wear it before Santos showed up, so maybe Javadi was thinking about her subconsciously at least the tiniest bit. So, Javadi just nods jerkily again, arching her back into Santos’ touch as her fingertips roll over her nipples through the thin fabric.
“So pretty,” Santos marvels, and Javadi can’t help but shudder as a wave of heat rolls through her body. Just to make things even, she tugs the hem of Santos’ scrubs up and over her breasts, revealing her dark green bra. She leans back down, pressing their chests flush against each other as she kisses Santos again, open-mouthed and filthy. It’s addicting, everything about this is so addicting that Javadi almost forgets her original goal.
Luckily, Santos remembers enough to tap on Javadi’s shoulder, to push her back up until their mouths come apart with a wet pop. “Shit, wait,” she pants raggedly, trying to catch her breath. “The strap. Do you still wanna…?”
“Yeah, hold on,” Javadi says, shimmying her body weight off of Santos so she can open her bedside drawer. She pulls out the plastic Aerie bag she hid beneath a mountain of charging cables, then dumps out its contents onto her bed. The dildo, in its 6.5 inch purple and black glory, flops onto the sheets rather pathetically.
Santos seems rendered speechless. Not for long, though. “Girl, what the fuck happened to the packaging?”
“Um, I tossed it at the mall,” Javadi rambles. “Like, I couldn’t have my parents find the box in our recycling. So I just ripped the cardboard into a bunch of itty bitty pieces and threw it out at the food court. Also, it was the only way I could get it to fit in the new bag.”
“You’re so unserious,” Santos snorts. “Did you buy lube for this thing? A condom would be nice, too.”
“… I have aloe vera?” Javadi offers. “It’s 100% and unscented, if that helps.”
“Yeah, that’ll have to do,” Santos sighs. “I think we should still disinfect this, just to be safe.”
So they end up in the bathroom, with Javadi scrubbing the hell out of this fake penis with soap and warm water while Santos kinda just stands there and watches. When she’s done, Javadi towels it off and hands it to Santos, who fits it in the harness, and as they’re leaving, Javadi snags her aloe vera from the little shelf where she keeps the rest of her skincare. Is it weird to use your moisturizer as lube? She’s still gonna have to put this on her face every morning after this. Maybe Javadi should’ve thought this through a little more.
Anyway, once they’re settled back on Javadi’s bed, Santos just lets the strap-on sit between them, tip pointing straight up to heaven. Neither of them makes a move towards it, so they’re in a strange sort of stand-off.
“Oh, you want me to wear this,” Santos suddenly says, as if only just now realizing.
“That was the plan,” Javadi replies, cringing a little. Fuck, this is so painfully awkward. “Unless you don’t want to. Which is completely valid.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” Santos says quickly. “It’s just. I’ve never done this before.”
“Really?” Javadi asks. “I thought you were, like, Lesbotron 5000.”
“Two things can be true at once,” Santos grumbles, shucking off her scrub pants and stepping into the harness. Her underwear is black today. Javadi isn’t sure exactly when she started keeping track of trivialities like this. “Can you help me with these straps?”
“Yeah, hold on.” Javadi swings her legs over the ledge of her bed and tugs Santos closer to her. She tightens the harness where it loops around her thighs, trying to make sure it’s snug without being tight. The dildo keeps on bobbing into her point of view, so she readjusts how it sits in the O-ring, just for good measure. She sits back when she’s done, then looks up to meet Santos in the eye.
“Is that okay?”
“Mhm,” Santos hums, flopping back onto Javadi’s mattress. “Okay, so how are we doing this?”
“I was thinking, like,” Javadi chews her lip, racking her brain for the sex positions she read about on Wikihow. “Lay back for me?”
As Santos obeys, Javadi kicks off her shorts, her underwear. She picks up the bottle of aloe, squeezing it tight in her fist as she straddles Santos’ hips again. Javadi’s on her knees, hovering above the dildo, but when she wobbles even the tiniest bit, she can feel its blunt head bump against her vulva. It’s a strange feeling.
“More lube is better, right?” Javadi mutters, mostly to herself, as she squirts a generous amount of aloe into her palm. She slicks up the length of the dildo with it, trying to get it evenly coated. Santos lets out a stifled grunt when she works at the base, which makes Javadi falter. “Sorry, is this uncomfortable?”
“No, don’t worry about me,” Santos says through gritted teeth. Her jaw is clenched so tightly.
“You sure?” Javadi says as she squeezes out more aloe, trying to be gentler as she wraps her fingers around the dildo again. She can feel the lubricant getting a little warmer from her body’s residual heat, which is a good sign, she thinks.
“Yeah— fuck,” Santos groans, hiding her face in her hands. “You’re doing great, Vic. Seriously.”
“Vic?” Javadi scoffs, secretly delighted. “What happened to Crash?”
“Time and place,” Santos says simply, still refusing to move her hands away. Javadi would pry them away herself, if her fingers weren’t so slippery right now.
“I think the strap is wet enough,” Javadi muses. “In the article I read, it said that you should stretch out your vaginal walls in preparation for large insertions.”
“Oh, you did your research,” Santos laughs, albeit weakly.
“Well, duh,” Javadi says, feeling a little silly now. “I’d rather be overprepared than underprepared.”
“Of course,” Santos says sagely. She lifts her hands away from her face, letting them dig into Javadi’s sheets instead. Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink. “Go ahead.”
So, under Santos’ keen supervision, Javadi sinks two of her lubricated fingers into herself. She’s wetter than she anticipated, so there’s hardly any friction at all as she rocks them in and out, scissors them apart inside herself. The stretch is familiar; it isn’t enough.
Realizing this, Javadi decides to add a third. She has to shuffle a bit, find a different angle that doesn’t kill her wrist as much. This time, there’s more resistance as her body tries to accommodate for the new intrusion. It’s not wholly uncomfortable. She tries her best to spread her fingers apart inside of herself as much as she can, gently teasing herself more open. The entire process is rather tedious, to be honest.
“Vic,” Santos gasps. She sounds so incredibly affected that Javadi can’t help but pause. “Do you want help? I can help, fuck, please let me.”
Javadi’s lips have barely formed the word yes before Santos’ wrist is curling over her own, before her fingers are sliding inside over where Javadi’s are still sunken deep. Her rough fingertips quickly find that spongy spot that makes Javadi’s knees give out, and Javadi can’t help but moan as they crook into it. The stretch burns now, in a good way. Distantly, Javadi can tell that the slick noises she’s hearing are coming from her own body.
“Come on, Vic,” Santos says encouragingly, thumbing hard at Javadi’s clit. Javadi’s head lolls back; she swears she can see stars in the ceiling. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you’re so hot like this.”
“God,” Javadi sobs as she clenches around her fingers, around Santos’ fingers. As she shivers through her orgasm, she can feel herself dripping down her own legs, onto both of their wrists. Eventually, she goes boneless, collapsing into Santos’ lap as she heaves for oxygen. Her heart is all fluttery in her chest. It should be a cause for concern, but Javadi’s too spent to really pay it close attention.
Santos is sitting up a little now, cupping Javadi’s chin with her free hand and kissing her nose. “You’re doing so well,” she croons softly, and Javadi whines in response, her brain going even mushier at her praise. “Do you wanna tap out? Or are you good?”
“Just give me a minute,” Javadi wheezes. She pulls her fingers out of herself, shuddering at the loss, but Santos stays buried to the hilt. As she tries desperately to quell her tachycardic heart, Santos pets her hair, fixing a loose strand behind her ear. Javadi wants to lean into her palm, but figures that would be too weird. Not so cool and casual.
“Ready?” Santos asks when Javadi rises back up to her wobbly knees, pulling her hand away and wiping it on her shirt. Really, it’s a miracle that she still has it on. Javadi’s still looking for a nice way to beg her to take it off.
Javadi just nods briskly, pressing her palm against Santos’ sternum and forcing her back down flat. Santos grins up at her, Cheshire-like, her hands finding Javadi’s hips and guiding them over the tip of the dildo. Still, Javadi can’t help the sharp inhale she takes when she starts sinking down, down.
“Oh,” she whimpers as she sits all the way down. She just feels so full. She gets it now, gets the appeal. Trinity Santos is inside of her— life doesn’t get much more beautiful. “Oh, shit.”
“Is it good?” Trinity chuckles, sounding a little anxious. Her hands are on her waist now, warm and grounding. They’re the only things keeping Javadi’s body from melting into goo, as far as she’s concerned.
“Yeah,” Javadi chokes, lifting herself up before letting her ass fall back flush against Trinity’s thighs. She’s sure her technique is sloppy, driven by carnal instinct and little else. “God, Trin, you feel so good, so—”
A loud buzz interrupts her, and her hips unintentionally go completely still. A text message— Javadi must have forgotten to silence her notifications earlier. Instead of just moving on like she thought they would, Trinity fishes her phone from where it’s sitting on the nightstand. Her lips curl upwards; something about her smile makes Javadi feel uneasy.
“Guess who?” Trinity snickers, handing Javadi’s phone to her. Javadi, dutifully, squints at the screen. She tries to ignore how her stomach drops when she sees who the sender is.
“McKay?” Javadi murmurs, breathlessly.
“You should open it,” Trinity says gleefully. “What did she say?”
“Uh.” Javadi unlocks her phone, trying to ignore how Trinity’s fingers are digging into the soft skin below her navel. “She’s asking if I’m free next Saturday. It doesn’t matter, come on, can’t we just get back to it?”
She lets her voice slip into a petulant whine, tries to rock her hips again. But Trinity’s grip on her is too tight— Javadi can’t really move at all. Something about that thought sparks a twinge of arousal in Javadi’s gut. “Are you free?” she asks, and it sounds like a challenge.
“Yeah,” Javadi says, eyes narrowing at Trinity. “Why does it matter to you?”
“Well, don’t be rude about it,” Trinity scoffs. “Let her know.”
McKay
10:17 PM
Hey Vadi, are you free next Saturday evening? Just let me know :)
You
10:19 PM
Hi McKay!!
I don’t have any plans next weekend :) What's up?
“If you cheese any harder, your face is gonna get stuck like that,” Trinity teases.
“Haha,” Javadi laughs drily. “Hold on, she’s typing.”
McKay
10:20 PM
Honestly, this is a bit difficult to explain over text
Can you call right now? I understand if not, it’s pretty late, lol
“What did she say?” Trinity asks, tracing her thumb over Javadi’s pubic bone. “You went so quiet.”
“She wants to call,” Javadi says hesitantly. “What’s, like, the most polite way to blow her off?”
“Why would you need to blow her off?” Trinity says smugly. Before Javadi can get in a word of protest, Trinity cuts her off. “Just call her now. It’s okay, I’ll behave.”
So, reluctantly, Javadi dials McKay’s number. It rings once, twice, thrice, and just when Javadi thinks that she may never pick up, McKay answers.
“Hello?” she says, her voice raspy and warm even through the receiver. Trinity motions for Javadi to put her on speaker, so she does. “Vadi?”
“Yeah, I’m here,” Javadi responds, trying her best to seem cheerful. Below, Trinity waggles her eyebrows at her, so Javadi leans forward to cover her mouth with her hand before she can say anything stupid. The shift in her position makes the strap move inside of her, and she has to bite her lip hard to keep quiet. “You said you wanted to talk?”
“Right,” McKay chuckles, and Javadi can feel her cheeks heating up a little from just the sound. “I remember you mentioning that you haven’t been taken to a proper bar yet, so…”
Trinity opens her mouth beneath Javadi’s palm, then licks a long stripe along it. Javadi can’t help but yelp at the sensation, glaring down at Trinity. You said you’d behave, she mouths at her, and Trinity just shrugs in response.
“Vadi, are you okay?” McKay asks worriedly, the picture of concern. “Is now a bad time? I can call back later.”
“No, I’m okay!” Javadi says, the words coming out too rushed. Trinity has started to gyrate her hips softly, rocking the strap deeper into her; when her thumb finds its way back to her clit, it suddenly gets hard to focus. “You were talking about me drinking?”
“Yeah,” McKay laughs, sounding nervous. Javadi’s heart pounds so hard in her chest that she thinks it may burst out. “I was thinking… Would you like to go out for drinks with me? I’ll take you to my usual spot. There’s a lovely bistro nearby if you want to get dinner first— I won’t make you drink on an empty stomach, haha.”
“That sounds good,” Javadi says, her voice cracking. Somehow, Trinity has tugged Javadi’s hand below her mouth and started sucking on her fingers, lapping at the webbing between the digits as she purses her lips around them. When Trinity looks up at her through hooded eyes, Javadi’s tongue turns to lead inside her mouth. “Really good.”
“Great!” McKay breathes, sounding relieved. “It’s a date, then,” she adds teasingly.
Trinity bites down on Javadi’s fingers as she thrusts her hips up hard, pinching her clit, and then Javadi’s coming so hard that her mouth falls open, that her thighs clamp around Trinity’s. A gush of wetness spilling onto the strap and staining Trinity’s scrub shirt, and Javadi’s slumping into Trinity’s chest, panting hard. She can feel the familiar hitch in Trinity’s chest that she knows means that she’s laughing; the soft giggling in her ear does little to disprove her conclusion.
“It’s a date,” Javadi agrees hoarsely, then hangs up. She tosses her phone to the side, then turns back to face Trinity. Her pupils are blown, her lips are spit-slick and swollen, her breath is labored— she looks like a mess. She looks satisfied.
“All is well in paradise, then?” Trinity says innocently, playing dumb. She brings her hand to her mouth, the one covered in Javadi’s slick, then licks it clean.
For a moment, all Javadi can do is just stare at her. Then, she laughs, wheezy and honestly a little hysterical.
“Oh, you’re fucking getting it.”
“Why do you have to be such a bitch sometimes?” Javadi complains, almost conversationally. The harness lays on the floor, a rumpled heap of loosened straps. The dildo has been removed from the O-ring for convenience’s sake. It’s easier for Javadi to fuck Trinity with it when there aren’t all the extra bits around it. “Like, seriously. It’s annoying.”
“Ahh,” Trinity moans, her face buried in Javadi’s pillow. “Nghh, ah, ah.”
“You usually have so much to say,” Javadi taunts, bottoming out with the strap as she tweaks one of Trinity’s nipples beneath her bra. Her shirt is finally on the floor. Trinity’s ass is up in the air, so Javadi gives into impulse and sinks her teeth into the soft flesh there. She figures she’s doing something right, given the way Trinity squeaks. “Is this all it takes to get you to shut up?”
Trinity opens her mouth, probably to snap back at her, but is quickly shut up when Javadi yanks the dildo completely out of her, letting it rest against her slit. Fascinated, Javadi watches as her entrance clenches around nothing, as her thighs quiver, as her hips rock back into her hands, desperately trying to seek friction.
“Fuck,” Trinity groans, garbled and desperate. Her eyes are teary now from exertion. “Fucking— come on, Vic. Please, need it, please—”
Instead of giving her the strap like she’s begging for, Javadi puts it down and buries three fingers into Trinity’s cunt. She’s so wet that it’s as easy as anything, and Trinity moans even louder, if possible. With this position, it’s a bit difficult to put her mouth on her as well, but Javadi makes it work. She gives her a few shallow thrusts before pulling out, rubbing Trinity’s clit fast and hard as she fucks her with her tongue.
“Vic,” Trinity whines, long and punched-out, and then she’s a trembling, blubbering wreck, hips still twitching into Javadi’s tongue as she collapses into her bed. Javadi only pulls away when Trinity’s breath starts to even out, wiping her mouth and soaked chin. Even so, Javadi can still taste her on her tongue. Not that she minds.
Trinity rolls over onto her back, a thin sheen of perspiration glossing over her whole torso, beading up along her hairline. Javadi is tempted to run her tongue along the salt-soaked skin, but decides against it in the end. Maybe too weird, again. Man, Javadi is so bad at this.
“You’re a fucking natural, Crash,” Trinity laughs incredulously. So she’s back to being Crash, now. “It’s lowkey scary. You’ve been out-dyking me by, like, two laps.”
“Should I take that as a compliment?” Javadi jokes, leaning over Santos’ head to fix her sweat-plastered hair. She tries not to be soft about it— she’s fairly sure that’s not what Santos wants right now.
“Uh, yeah, you better,” Santos scoffs, sitting back upright before wincing. Javadi only feels mildly guilty; she feels even less guilty when Santos drags her down, curling up behind her and flinging an arm over her body, casually possessive. “God, I’m so fucking tired.”
“You still need to pee,” Javadi reminds her, even though she doesn’t really feel like moving. “I still need to pee.”
“Ugh,” Santos groans, sitting up. When she stretches, it’s cat-like, languid. Her shoulders are a mosaic of taut muscles and soft skin. “Let’s go piss, then, girl. And shower— the 15-hour shift is finally catching up to me, I feel it so deeply in my bones.”
The idea of jostling with Santos in the shower for hot water doesn't exactly sound appealing, but Javadi will find a way to make do. “I feel like that’s another reference to something I don’t know,” she replies, just for the sake of having something to say.
“Yeah, well.” Santos rolls off the bed, then offers Javadi her hand. “I guess that’s another thing I’ll have to teach you.”
Javadi, naturally, takes it.