june

Cassie's lips press against Victoria's neck, leaving sloppy kisses and marks against her warm skin while she slowly thrusts into her. Victoria melts under her, whining and squirming softly, spilling words from her lips that Cassie only catches pieces of.

"Don't stop, don't stop, mhm.." Victoria mumbles as Cassie's lips suck at the spot where her jaw meets her neck. She digs her nails into Cassie's back, freshly painted with purple, just how Cassie likes them, leaving scratches on her back.

Caitlin traced her fingers over Marlize's lips, feeling the rips in her bottom lip where Marlize had been chewing it. Marlize remained still under her, pinned onto Caitlin's bed by the auburn-haired woman's weight on her.

After a few long moments, Marlize sighs impatiently, giving her an expectant look. Caitlin says nothing, but her hands move on, tracing over her jawline and down to her throat, over her jugular, feeling the steadiness of her heartbeat under her fingertips.

Caitlin wasn't exactly sure how this had happened, or how they'd come to this arrangement. The nature of their relationship wasn't sexual nor romantic. But as Marlize's breathing became uneven, her hand came up to Caitlin's face, and Caitlin froze.

Marlize's hand dropped immediately, and Caitlin smiled reassuringly at her, continuing to lightly trail her fingers over Marlize's neck. Marlize craned her head back, fully exposing her throat with a quiet plea.

Caitlin sighed, and slowly wrapped her hand around Marlize's throat and squeezed, savoring the wheezing gasp she let out. She never squeezed too hard, never wanted Marlize to make that horrible choking noise like Killer Frost had done when Zoom had—

"What did I tell you about your tech on the table, hun?" Kamilla mumbled sleepily as she came up behind Cisco, pressing a kiss to his head before sitting at the table next to him, cradling a cup of coffee. Cisco paused as he noticed she was wearing one of his shirts, one that had the banner of the House of Stark on it along with their motto. He smiled fondly at the memory that came up, of him introducing her to Game of Thrones and their many, many binge nights as she got deeply invested. Though, he had almost had to sleep on the couch after not warning her about the Red Wedding and laughing at her devastation. Totally worth it.

Cisco sighed, looking back down at his project. He was really trying to finalize it before his and Kamilla's next trail hike—a watch that would identify plants and animals with a quick scan. He'd gotten the idea from Khione's ramblings.

"Something about not doing it?" Cisco replied, a smile on his lips.

Kamilla pressed her lips together and shook her head with a light chuckle. "How long have you been up?"

"Only an hour. I think I've almost got it done. The only issue is there seems to be a misfiring between the scanning process and the identification procedures," he gestured down at the small screwdriver in his hand. "If this doesn't fix it, I'm gonna have to take another look at the coding. It might be just a small typo in the transitional part."

Kamilla stayed quiet, taking a slow sip of her coffee as she listened.

"Or, it might be an issue accessing the files. Maybe the code files are too big and it's slowing down the processing speed. That wouldn't be too bad of a fix, I'd just have to cut them down into smaller ones.."

He trailed off. Kamilla shifted in her seat, seemingly just trying to get comfortable, but he noticed the tint of a flush on her face. Ah. He grinned, and her eyes widened.

"Keep talking," she tried to speak steadily, but her voice faltered a noticeable amount.

He snickered. "I've never understood your thing for my rambling. Though I'm definitely not opposed to it," he placed down his screwdriver and stood, hovering over her and leaning his head forward, his voice in her ear, "and you were definitely planning something, yeah? Wearing my shirt with nothing else on. You know what that does to me, babe."

Kamilla giggled, a shy smile on her face. She set her coffee on the table in a clear space around his tech. She was the only person—save for Barry and his super speed—that he trusted to put any liquid around his tech. "I couldn't possibly know what you would be referring to, my love," she whispered.

Cisco cupped her face, turning it to kiss her. She melted into it quickly, and he tasted the coffee on her tongue, and it was like all the warm and domestic daydreams he'd never dared to have before her. Not with the life he used to lead with Team Flash.

"Don't act innocent," he murmured against her lips as they parted.

She smirked. "That's not what you said last week, when you had me play helpless princess to your brave knightly—"

He huffed. "Hey! I didn't have you do anything. That was as much as your idea as it was mine."

Kamilla brought a hand up to caress his face, rubbing her thumb over the stubble on his cheek. "It was, dear, and it was very fun. If I'm really as much as a temptress as you say I am, maybe next time I should be.. I dunno, a vampire, and you're my unknowing human victim."

Cisco hummed, leaning into her hand. That did sound fun. He tried to imagine Kamilla in a dark gothic corset, straddling him and biting him… oh, fuck, they would definitely have to do that. Not now, though. It was far too early in the morning for anything of the sort. "Totally, but vampires monologue. You better not vampire monologue when I'm trying to fuck you."

Kamilla narrowed her eyes. "Oh, but it's okay for you to knight monologue during sex?"

"You weren't complaining then, princess." Cisco grinned cheekily. "I think I remember you thoroughly enjoying it, actually."

"Ofcourse, a princess is always grateful to the knight for saving her. Maybe the knight should practice some gratitude himself." Kamilla teased.

Cisco wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her up from the chair onto her feet. Kamilla gasped, holding on to his shoulders.

It's not his fault, really. When Iris had giggled between kisses and grabbed his shoulders to push him back, a smug grin on her lips as she mumbled, "slow down, speedster," she should've expected Barry to do just that. A good husband listens to his partner's input, after all, and incorporates it.

It was malicious compliance, as Iris once used in one of her recent articles. He read all of them. She was so smart with words, and he loved it. He loved her.

He smoothed his palms over her thighs as he held her still, brushing his lips against the sensitive skin above her knee. Iris rolled her hips, an irritated huff falling from her lips.

"You're a dick." Iris mumbled.

Barry grinned. "What? Can't I appreciate my beautiful wife, and her sexy legs?"

She rolled her eyes. "How about you get to appreciating whats between them, or my sexy husband will be sleeping on the couch tonight, hm?"

"When I asked you to help me study, this w-wasn't really what I had in mind—" Pete groaned, burying his hand in Steph's hair.

She pulled off his cock and glared at him. "Hands off, nerd. Now, what's the equation for.." she looked down at the note card in her hand, "law of cosines?" she recited uncertainly.

Her other hand tapped the head of his penis, a smirk crawling on her face when he twitched. Pete froze, trying to remember while she teasingly stroked his cock. "I—uh, for which variable?"

She shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"Y-Yes! The variables switch places depending on which side you're—hahh—trying to find.. though I suppose it doesn't really matter.."

Steph flipped the note card to the side of answers, skimming over it for what seemed to be an overly drawn out amount of time. "A, then."

"Okay.. okay, uhm.. a squared equals.. uh.. b squared.. plus c squared, minus 2 times b times c times cosine of angle A.."

"Do we have to go?" Frost crossed her arms.

Caitlin didn't take her eyes off the mirror where she was finishing her lipstick. She glanced at the reflection of Frost sitting behind her on the bed, staring at the girl with a face almost identical to hers. "We can't miss Bart's baby shower," Caitlin reminded her, "He's really excited about it."

"The future baby is excited about going to his own baby shower." Frost snorted. Their lives were so weird. Though, Barry and Iris' future kids had done a lot more strange time-line things than attend their own baby showers

"And why wouldn't you want to go? They're going to love the little boots you made."

Frost had gotten some baby boots and dyed them red, then sewed little lightning bolts to them. It was adorable. She loved when Frost expressed her care in gifts. Their apartment walls were covered in all the paintings Frost had done of Caitlin, even if some of them definitely weren't appropriate for guests. Her embarrassment was well worth the pride she felt at the proof of Frost's love for her.

Frost blushed. It was a subtle thing, since her face couldn't really get warm and flushed, but Caitlin noticed anyway. "Yeah, yeah.." Frost rolled her eyes. "I just don't want to share you."

Caitlin laughed, putting the lid on her lipstick and turning to Frost, standing in front of her. "I think it's silly when you say things like that. I wouldn't be surprised if you were getting tired of me."

Her girlfriend narrowed her eyes. She quickly leaned up and planted a kiss on her lips before she could say anything else, and Caitlin internally sighed at the thought of redoing her lipstick. She'd just gotten it perfect, damn it! But kissing Frost was too good to pass up on, even if Caitlin was the slightest bit annoyed with her. Frost's cold hands cupped her face, smiling into the kiss. Caitlin couldn't help but smile a bit too.

When they parted, Frost gave her a serious look. Her lipstick was a little smudged, but Caitlin couldn't see any of her own light pink on her girlfriend's lips. Screw her and her dark blue lipstick.

"I'll never get tired of you." Frost said firmly.

Caitlin blinked. "I was joking, but—"

"You feeling less stressed yet, Mel?" Trinity whispers in her ear as she lifts her hips up again, then drops back down on one of her favorite straps currently attached to the harness Mel wore. Her hands are intertwined with Mel's as she pins her to her bed.

She'd invited Mel out for some stress relief, karaoke that she really hadn't expected Mel to enjoy, but seeing her yell the lyrics with her hair down and her glasses off, her face flushed from the drink Trinity had convinced her to get, had given Trinity the idea for another kind of fun night. Her favorite kind of girl's night.

Mel groans, slightly thrusting up into her. "Trinity, will you please just let me.." she trails off, squeezing Trinity's hands and sighing.

Trinity laughs. Mel's frustration is cute. "You don't get to touch until I've come, remember?"

The truth is, it's hard for her to come only from penetration. But it was just too fun using Mel like a human dildo, watching Mel plead to touch her, or to be touched, or just anything more.

"Laurel!" Dinah huffed, trying to pull out of her girlfriend's grip. Though, despite Dinah's best attempts, Laurel's assault of kisses on her face remained unwavering, having begun on her cheeks and now traveling down.

Dinah laughed as she squirmed from the non-stop pressing of kisses on her jaw, to under her ear, and now her neck. "Quit it! You're getting your stupid sticky lip gloss all over me!"

"So.. what'dya think?" Jaz asked, gesturing down at the dress. It was purple, something simple Ragatha had made in her spare time. She worried it wouldn't fit her, but Jaz made it work. Actually, she made it work very well.

Ragatha hesitated, torn between her conflicted feelings towards Jaz versus the flush on her cheeks while staring at her. She bit her tongue. Oh no. She couldn't like Jaz. That was the last person she should like.

"Never mind," Jaz huffed, heading towards the door. "This is stupid. I don't even know why I even came to you."

Ragatha flushed, holding her hands up. "Wait, where are you going?"

"You're just staring. I get it. Whatever. Gonna tell the whole circus that the dumb bunny wants to play stupid dress up now?"

"Gosh, no, I would never!" Ragatha shook her head.

Jaz scoffed. "Right, because you're just so perfect—"

"You're beautiful!" Ragatha blurted. Jaz stayed quiet, so she continued, "Gosh, if you'd just let me speak…" she chuckled nervously, "I just got a bit flustered, that's all. I'm sorry—"

Rhaenyra bounced happily alongside Alicent as they made their way to the Godswood, the place they usually spent their time together in. Alicent tried to put on a serious face—as serious as a girl with ten-and-two years could be—and began to compromise their plans. "Okay, so, I shall be the knight and you will be the princess—"

The princess let out an irritated huff through her nose, reminding Alicent of an annoyed dragon. "Why do I have to be the princess?"

The red-haired girl next to her paused. "You make a very good princess." she said simply.

The Targaryen rolled her eyes. They finally got to the Godswood. Rhaenyra was distracted for a moment when she noticed how Alicent's hair was complimented by the vivid red leaves of the tree. It suited Alicent's complexion quite well. "Being a princess is easy," Rhaenyra grumbled, "All you do is sit still while everyone talks around you. Being a knight is where the fun is at. They are brave and have all the cool scars and get to kiss all the fair maidens on their hand."

To prove her point, Rhaenyra bent down and grabbed Alicent's wrist, kissing the back of her hand with a stifled giggle. Alicent scoffed at her behavior and pulled her hand back.

"Being a young princess is easy." The other girl waved her off. "But older princesses have a lot of responsibilities."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes again "You be the princess, then."

Alicent stayed quiet for a long moment, a torn look on her face. "I can't. I wouldn't know how to be a princess."

Rhaenyra did not agree that it was that hard, but she knew that attempting to change Alicent's mind about something would be pointless. "Then do not be a princess. No need for all the fuss."

"Well, we cannot both be knights!" The maiden protested.

"Why? Scared I'll beat you in a battle?"

Alicent narrowed her eyes. "Are we enemy knights, then?" she relented, crossing her arms.

"Yes!" Rhaenyra nodded. "I am a knight, sworn to the House of Targaryen. You can be a knight of the Reach."

"That's the Kingdom of the Reach to you!" Alicent grinned at the mention of her homeland.

Rhaenyra moved first, jumping for a big stick she'd spotted hidden away in the grass. Alicent squawked in surprise and went to find another big stick. Rhaenyra held hers by the end like a sword, raising it high as Alicent came back with her own.

"Surrender now, and I won't slice your head off!" Rhaenyra said. She tossed her hair over her shoulder. Knights didn't have long hair. She should've brought a ribbon to hold it out of her way. Then she'd look like a real knight.

"Knights have honor, Rhaenyra." Alicent muttered.

She narrowed her eyes, but cleared her throat. "That is honorable! I'm giving you the chance to surrender."

"And I shall not surrender, as I have real honor, sworn to battle till my very last breath for the Tyrells." Alicent swung her stick, which was obviously more fragile than the one Rhaenyra had grabbed.

Rhaenyra dramatically jumped out of the way. She then swung at Alicent's sword, and it gave under the force, snapping in half.

Alicent stared at the remnant of the stick in her hand, and Rhaenyra pushed her sword forward until it bumped Alicent in the chest.

"The Tyrells?" Rhaenyra clicked her tongue. "For shame, Knight Hightower."

Alicent's shoulders slumped, and it seemed as if she'd given up. But, suddenly, she grabbed the base of Rhaenyra's sword and yanked it, making Rhaenyra stumble forward. The stump of Alicent's twig pressed into her neck.

"Yield, Knight!"

Rhaenyra blinked a few times in surprise. In the silence, Alicent descended into a fit of giggles, dropping her stick first and clutching her stomach. Rhaenyra began to laugh too, dropping hers and holding her hand out.

"Truce, fierce warrior?" Rhaenyra offered a handshake.

Alicent giggled some more, taking Rhaenyra's hand and bringing it to her lips, kissing the back of her hand like Rhaenyra had done to hers.

"On my honor." Alicent said solemnly between bursts of giggles.

Rhaenyra let out a long sigh after catching her breath, a soft smile on her face. "That was enjoyable. If only it were all so simple."

Alicent hummed. "You do not mean you wish to truly be a knight?"

She shrugged. She did not always like being a princess, but as long as she had known Alicent, her friend had been fixated on dresses and jewelry. Rhaenyra would wager that Alicent would not understand her woes.

"What would you do, if you were me?" Rhaenyra asked.

Alicent's eyes widened. "I.. I suppose my life would be very different. I am sure I would appreciate it. You know, you could have anything, if you would only ask. That would be nice."

"Not anything." Rhaenyra whispered. Sometimes, she wished she were a dragon. To fly above it all and never be forced to be delicate. No, dragons are not treated like glass. They are fierce and demand respect. Rhaenyra wished she could be fierce.

Alicent's hair always reminded Rhaenyra of fire. Her friend had her own ferocity at times. Mostly when Rhaenyra didn't listen to her.

"You have more than you think you do," her friend said firmly. "You do not have to question yourself."

Rhaenyra supposed that was true. She was not meaning to be ungrateful. Rhaenyra simply wished to be more. "Do you?"

"Yes, I suppose I do. I question if I will be happy, in the future, with a husband and children, like father says." Alicent confessed quietly.

"Why wouldn't you be?"

Alicent shook her head. "Forgive me, but I think it is best if I stay off that topic."

Rhaenyra nodded. She glanced at their sticks laying at their feet, then back up at her companion. "..Would you like to continue? You can be the princess. I shall be the most handsome knight, protecting you from a terrible beast!"

"Where did you learn to sew?" Pomni asked, watching Ragatha as she repaired the tear in her sleeve.

The ragdoll didn't hesitate with handling the needle currently disappearing in and out of the fabric. Pomni had ripped it on a tree branch during their adventure, and Caine had left before she could ask him to reset her.

"Oh, it's a long story," Ragatha said, focused. "I'll tell you another time. I'm sure you're tired."

Pomni nodded. She suspected that Ragatha was deflecting, but she didn't push it. "Thank you."