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Is this what Ava wants?
A lust fuelled spontaneous sexcapade in the middle of a work day, in the dusty, overcrowded attic of the bar they’re supposed to be working at?
Fuck it.
Beatrice is no longer a nun, rules don’t apply. If her girlfriend wants to get thoroughly fucked, then Beatrice is entirely willing to facilitate that.
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Or that time when Ava mispronounces quiche.
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Beatrice “The Shadow Rider” Young is a mysterious visiting cowboy, covered in black and silver from her hat to her boots. Ava Silva is the local barmaid who’s never left this town. The tension is palpable between the two when Beatrice wanders into The Cradle with her crew in search of a drink, and maybe someone to keep her bed warm. Ava seems to take an interest in Beatrice, ignoring her rough n’ tumble entourage in favor of getting to know their delegated leader.
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We’re in the Wild Wild West baby.
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You're so..." She places a kiss right above her brow, sighing. "I wish I could show you just how much of a grip you have on me..." She places another kiss by her ear, tongue escaping to lick a stripe of hot skin.
Beatrice hums, fingers digging into her hip in an effort to bring her closer. "You could."
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- Part 7 of gripping hands collection
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Bea knows that whatever Camila is whispering in Ava’s ears to get her to look at Bea like that is unequivocally Bad News. And like most things that cause fatal wounds to Bea’s mental health and dignity, it begins with whatever is going on with Ava’s devastatingly, stupidly attractive face right now.
Bea and Ava are in New York for Camila's wedding when Ava tries to convince Bea to give her a lap dance at a strip club.
or I tried to be funny, but this turned out to be soft, a lil angsty...and smutty??
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Ava drifts, flitting from one formless place to another, catching glimpses of vaguely familiar faces, hearing things she has heard before—please don’t leave me, I don’t want you to die.
Beatrice so rarely asks her for anything, and Ava hates that she couldn’t even give her this one thing. The least she can do is go back.
Preferably alive.