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Chapters: 6 / 7 Relationships: Stacie Conrad/Aubrey Posen, mentions of Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell Characters: Stacie Conrad, Aubrey Posen, Bella Conrad Summary:

Aubrey’s turned away from Stacie to crawl off the bed so she misses Stacie surging forwards and can barely get a protest in before Stacie has her fingers wrapped around Aubrey’s ankle, the one that hadn’t quite been lifted off the bed yet, and yanks, easily pulling Aubrey back onto the bed.

Aubrey goes down with a sharp squeak. “Stacie! What the—?”

Stacie let’s go of her leg to move closer and kisses her firmly, quieting Aubrey’s words and kissing her until she feels the blonde go pliant under her.

“Good morning,” Stacie says, raking her nails down Aubrey’s side a final time before moving away and getting up, stretching once she’s standing next to the bed.

“I hate you,” Aubrey breathes, dragging her gaze away from where she’d been staring at the ceiling in a daze to shoot Stacie a dark look, the effect dulled by her harsh breathing and swollen lips.

Stacie just winks and disappears into the bathroom.

Ashes (officially: throw our ashes to the sea) is a Staubrey fic I’m writing which you can read right here my friend

Chapters: 1 / 7 Relationships: Stacie Conrad/Aubrey Posen Characters: Stacie Conrad, Aubrey Posen, Bella Conrad Summary:

“Mommy?” Bella whispers and it makes Aubrey smile, how Bella will whisper to her even when they’re alone in a room.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Aubrey whispers back and Bella squirms so she’s sharing Aubrey’s pillow, their noses almost touching.

“If mommy's mommy is my grandma...” Bella starts and Aubrey nods encouragingly. “Does that mean that your daddy is my grandpa?”

me, a piece of trash who knew from the start I never had any intention of writing that scene:

Chapters: 7 / 7 Relationships: Stacie Conrad/Aubrey Posen Characters: Stacie Conrad, Aubrey Posen, Bella Conrad Summary:

Aubrey smiles when she hears the music filtering out of the kitchen, follows it to find Stacie shimmying along to an upbeat song as she loads the dishwasher. She has to bend down every time she places a plate on the lowest rack and Aubrey is unabashed in her staring, leaning against the wall as she watches Stacie.

“Stop staring at me and come help, you perv,” Stacie says, mid-song lyric and it startles Aubrey’s eyes away from long legs to look at Stacie’s face, twisted sideways to glance at Aubrey out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m just…” Aubrey pauses to find the right word, smirking slightly when she thinks back to one of Stacie’s favourite descriptions. “Enjoying you.”

“I prefer your other kinda enjoying,” Stacie flirts, stopping with a fork in her hand to shoot Aubrey a lascivious wink.

“I’m sure you do.”