I only ever cared for you

“Ready for the first day?”Ava asked, already blending into her surroundings. With her tight bun and best flats, she was practically ready to run the place.

“I guess?”she answered hesitantly. She wanted to find the cure more than anything. She wanted people to have a chance at life again.

She just wasn't sure this place would help get there.

“Hey,”she said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. Mary looked over into those sweet eyes and forgot about every fear that existed. Her mind was melting away into nothing more than a future of this. Of waking up and going home to Ava like she wasn't keeping her exactly where she wanted at. She was out of touch enough to leave the lovesick women craving more but close enough to give her a taste of hope.

She didn't know that. She wasn't able to spot the pushover she was becoming over the rose-colored glasses Ava promised weren't there.

So when she said to trust her, when she promised they would conquer this together, she had no choice but to believe her.

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“I know. That's why we're going right to the library, and we're taking the long way,”she calmed her nerves. When her brows furrowed in concern, she placed a hand on her shoulder while promising that everything would be alright.

“Just use your head, okay? You're a smart girl,”she urged.

“I will,”she promised. Smiling for the first time that day, she wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her into a hug that made her heart ache to return. When she found out, when she got that wedding invitation, she knew what would happen. She knew how it would end.

But that was still her mom. No matter how badly it hurt, some part of her still wanted her to love her. Some part of her broke every time she said being queer was wrong.

Setting her free, Thomas rang the doorbell. Pulling away, she promised she would be okay again before managing to not sprint to the door. Her stomach filled with butterflies at each step, each second closer to Brenda.

Keeping their cover, Thomas had a backpack with what looked like books. Hurrying out, she followed him to his car. Only when she slid into the passenger seat and had the door shut did she take a trembling breath. Holding her bag to her chest, she closed her eyes as her palms were drenched in sweat.

“I’ve got you covered,”he promised, gently patting her shoulder. She nodded in appreciation, barely managing a smile. He did his best to return it, though that was kind of difficult when he had to be her getaway.

“I have all your things. Hopefully,”he teased, putting his bag at her feet.

“You better. I still haven't forgiven you for forgetting my bracelet,”she grinned.

“I swear I remembered your bracelet. Probably.”

She laughed as if that would help her forget why her bracelet was there in the first place. Maybe if she smiled enough, she could pretend her mom finding her bisexual and pride things wouldn't ruin her life. Maybe she could pretend she wasn't constantly pretending to be someone else.

Brenda would make it better though. Brenda always made it better.

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They were smart enough to park between the library and celebration itself. Teresa looked like a completely different person, glowing and smiling while as rainbow as could be. A necklace, a headband, and even her cheek spotted the blue, purple, and pink. For once, she was truly and utterly herself.

The group wasn't hard to spot yet. Sonya and Harriet were already happily holding hands while leaning against each other. Aris and Newt went the subtle route, Newt with the gay flag on his socks and Aris with his pink, blue, and white bracelet. Jorge was somewhat watching them, though Minho seemed to have been doing something to get under his skin again.

Best of all, there was her Brenda. Her growing hair was held back with a sapphic colored clip while she was spinning the rings on her finger. Her face was blank, almost annoyed.

As she looked up, her entire demeanor changed. With a wide grin, she threw her arms out while running to her lover. Pushing past people, she was quick to follow until they finally crashed into each other.

“I swear I thought I would never see you again,”the shorter girl mumbled against her skin, keeping a tight grip. Easily returning it, Teresa closed her eyes to truly immerse herself in the moment.

“You’ll always see me again. Always.”

Slightly pulling apart, Brenda grabbed her face, holding it in her hands. Wrapping her arms around her shoulders, she leaned down, connecting their lips for the first time in two weeks.

It's not that it was truly safe yet. Not really.

But she knew that this was as safe as it would get for now. One day, she would be free from the shackles she lived under. She would live a new life, one with sunset dates and free kisses. That was the one thing she was sure of.

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Row One: Sensory Deprivation, Rape/Non-Con, Dead Dove, Abduction

Row Two: Dry Humping, Psychological Manipulation, Orgasm Denial, Vouyerism

Row Three: Public Sex, "that's my good girl", Mommy kink, Sissoring