#my scenes

[9-1-1 season 8, episode 11]

with that said, go my scenes!!!!

(this is the only one which im letting seasons progress on bc i think the implication toby visits emmie every season is very cute)

left to right: clementine, poppyseed, jet, spots, wyrd, rosy and red

everyone except red are my starter squad (red was given by nestor), and wyrd is my custom cat!

i just leave their names (and pronouns) as what they were when i got them because i think it's nice that they come with their own identities for writing purposes... idk it just feels more genuine to me when its all random (maybe unless i get a cat named Insouciance (like my friend did) because wtf is that)

Samantha taps away at her phone screen doing the bare minimum to keep the date going until the food arrives. It has been a long week at work for her and she felt she deserved a free meal because of it.

She glances up from her phone at her ‘date’ across the table from her. Not really a date, but more like a free meal ticket. He was attractive enough, and seemed to be telling a story about boats or something like that. It would be nice if he had a boat, she thought to herself. Maybe I’ll keep his number for the summer.

They’d met in the on her way home from work and he had seemed handsome enough. Handsome enough for them to be seen together at dinner, but she probably wouldn’t sleep with this one tonight. Plus, she had 2 more lined up that weekend.

He said something again which felt to be quite conclusive. “uhuh” she repeated again. He was certainly trying, bless him. But it was a bit pathetic. She put down her phone on the table and took a sip of the wine he had ordered. After having refreshed her Instagram page and finding nothing new she was really starting to notice the lack of food.

TING

Her attention snapped to the fork that had just glanced off the wine glass opposite. He seems to have been gesturing wildly, still probably going on about boats or something. As he spoke, her eyes were drawn to the red liquid sloshing still in the glass, still unsettled by the vibrations.

“You listening?” he asked. “uhuh” she replied again, but felt a bit proud that it was in actual answer this time.

She looked around the restaurant hoping to catch a sign of someone bringing the food. There weren’t many people here so it shouldn’t take that long.

TING

Her eyes darted back to the glass as the noise rang out. “All you do is listen” she heard him say and she couldn’t really disagree there. “yeah” she sighed, as if caught in the act, but it didn’t really seem like a problem. People always say it’s a positive thing to be a good listener, so she was definitely being good.

“you like listening to this” he says, oddly confident, tapping the glass once more.

TING

She can’t disagree with that either. It does make a nice noise and watching the wine swash around after was also very pleasant. “Yeah” she admits again. He is certainly not wrong, I’ll give him that. She leans back in her chair taking another sip of her own wine.

TING

“you are really relaxed.” He was right again as she feels her body go warm. It’s probably the wine. God, I’m a lightweight that a few sips makes me this drunk. “yes” she confirms to him almost automatically at this point.

Her body slumps slightly in her chair and she goes to take another sip of wine.

TING

“you like the way the wine swirls” She looks down again at the glass in her hands. By god he is right again. The deep red swirling around the glass seems to just pull her in. She could stare at that for hours.

He seems to go back to talking normally, probably about a boating trip again, but she is not paying attention this time either. Except, rather than her phone, she just stares deeply into her glass as she rhythmically tilts it side to side, making the liquid swirl in tempo. She can’t make out the words he says but they seem to match the speed perfectly of the wine. Wow listening to him is like watching this wine swirl.

TING

“you repeat everything I say” he says, again in a more confident voice than normal. He hasn’t been wrong until now so I guess he’s right now.

“Yes, I repeat everything you say” Oh he was right. I repeated that back. Wow, He is smart.

TING

“You can’t help but follow my commands”

“I can’t help but follow your commands”. There he goes again. He commanded me to repeat everything he said and now I am doing just that. He is so right.

TING

“Doing what I command feels so very good”

“Doing as you command feels so very good” Jesus, what a rush. That felt better than every cigarette I have ever smoked. Am I addicted to this already?

While she has been swirling the wine glass, she has bought her face in closer and closer, until her whole vision is consumed by swirling crimson bringing her so much pleasure.

TING

“Doing as you are commanded is your biggest sexual thrill”

“Doing as I am commanded is my biggest sexual thrill” Her mind races with all the kinky things that she has ever done up till now. The time she slept with her boss at work on his desk, that time with he threesome, the feeling when she used her new sex toy for the first time. Doing as I am commanded feels better than all of that? Blood rushes through her body as it gets more turned on than she has ever experienced in her life.

TING

“Your horny holes need to be filled with dick”

“My horny holes need to be filled with dick” Oh god, ALLof my holes are so horny. I have never been this horny before! Shit, I need some dick in me now or I feel I might explode with horniness. Is that possible. She slams her wineglass down on the table, the splash of red erupting into the air giving her one last wave of pleasure that tips her over the edge. Her eyes lock on to the man across the table.

He has a dick. It must feel as good as his words. I need that cock. Right now.

He stands up calmly and finishes his wine as Samantha scrambles to find her purse. She starts looking around desperately for a waiter, this time eager for a different meat. The rivers between her legs making it uncomfortable just to be in underwear, her holes feeling achingly empty.

TING

She straightens up at that sound and feels like her whole body is on fire. She grabs a fistful of notes from her purse and tosses them onto the table. She grabs this man by the hand and pulls him out the door of the restaurant.