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Chapter 2

Notes:

I will warn you that Al-Haitham is so painfully OOC. I like the idea of a flirting Al-Haitham who is so infatuated with her senior. Was this possibly inspired by an akisgun tweet? Yes, but shhh.

I will warn that most of this fic is just Kaveh making bad decisions, coping by sleeping around and looking for something that's not there, and (possibly) ruining every relationship.

Dubious consent all around because consent is not explicitly given at any point in the fic, but everyone is into it. (Also, Cynari/Kaveh threesome, but again, it's not a recurring theme, so I didn't think it needed a tag, but let me know if I should tag it).

Transfem Tighnari. AMAB terms used

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Okay, avoiding Al-Haitham has been harder than Kaveh thought. 

During her lunch break, Kaveh excused herself and told Tighnari she needed to grab her bag from the classroom. She thought she was alone until Al-Haitham slipped in, approaching the desk with a friendly smile. 

“Professor,” Al-Haitham smiles, leaning on the table. 

Kaveh swallows, barely meeting Al-Haitham’s gaze. “My officer hours start at three, Al-Haitham,” she says, picking up her bag and taking out her lunch pail. She clears her throat, still avoiding the other woman. “You should be at lunch or attending your next class.” 

“I’m at lunch,” Al-Haitham states. 

“Then I suggest you enjoy your lunch. Surely, you have friends your age,” she says bluntly, her gaze finally meeting Al-Haitham’s. 

Kaveh watches as Al-Haitham’s face falls for just a second. “You’re upset.”

“Upset doesn’t even begin to cover how I feel, Al-Haitham.” She sighs, brushing her hair back and resting her hands on the slopes of her hips. “If you were older, I would be more than happy to keep entertaining you, but you lied to me, Al-Haitham,” she points out. “Not only that, but you’re my student. That alone is a bad look for me.”

“So don’t tell,” Al-Haitham retorts, rounding the desk, closing the gap between them, slotting her leg between Kaveh’s thighs, and pushing her back against the chalkboard. Her hand curls around Kaveh’s waist, her thumb brushing the dimples of her back before dipping her head, scraping her hot mouth against Kaveh’s neck. “It’ll be our little secret,” she mumbles, sucking on Kaveh’s warm flesh. 

This is already treading into dangerous territory. Kaveh should be shutting this down and reporting Al-Haitham for harassment, but she’s too weak to push her off—instead, Kaveh arches, hissing through her teeth. “Al-Haitham,” she whimpers pitifully, turning her head away and closing her eyes. “You can’t—I’m your teacher,” she slurs. 

“And yet you had no issue with that last night. You made such a mess on my fingers,” Al-Haitham retorts smugly, her hand dipping below Kaveh’s waistband and into her panties, cupping her cunt and rolling her thumb over her clit. Kaveh gasps and twitches, but Al-Haitham holds her steady, slowly moving her thumb across her aching clit, eliciting more sweet moans from the older woman. 

Kaveh can’t remember being this weak. The way her skin burns and blushes under Al-Haitham’s touch, shivering and subconsciously leaning into her. The little voice mocks her, tempting her to lean in more and close the gap between them. There was no doubt a spark between them; Kaveh knew that much, but it was only because of the alcohol last night. Still, she cannot deny the way his body yearns for Al-Haitham, a victim to her touch, moaning as she keeps caressing her. 

“Al-Haitham, please,” she gasps, bucking into her hand. 

“Surely, you can’t deny the chemistry we had the other night.” Al-Haitham eases Kaveh’s slacks off her hips, tugging them down her thighs and parting the lips of her cunt, working her slick across the tight opening, pressing into that warm, velvety heat as Kaveh shakes in her hold, gripping the back of her shirt with a moan. “The way your back arched. The way you said my name—so needy and desperate. Are you going to deny that, Kaveh?”

The way Al-Haitham says her name so sensually, erotic, and oh-so delicious. It sends shivers down her spine, her stomach pooling with desire as Al-Haitham pushes in another finger, holding her hips against the chalkboard. Her insides ache terribly, already addicted to Al-Haitham’s skin against her, taking whatever she desires. 

Al-Haitham mouths Kaveh’s neck, scraping her teeth across the satiny, sensitive flesh. Slowly, she skims her hand across Kaveh’s stomach, raking her nails down her torso and keeping their bodies pressed together. “Senior,” she rasps against Kaveh’s throat, licking up her neck and sucking just below her jaw. “Do you really want me to stop?” she asks suddenly, ghosting her lips across the light bite marks. “Just say the word, and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

Electricity shoots up her spine, and Kaveh mewls, her rear barely resting on the edge of the chalkboard, her legs forced open. She can only stare with watery eyes as Al-Haitham shoves another finger in her needy cunt, brushing against the bundle of nerves. The world seems to spin, and Kaveh arches her back, digging her nails into the wall. “Oh, ah, Al-Haitham, we can’t ,” she cries, more slick dribbling out of her stuffed hole. Her hips don’t stop moving, fucking herself on Al-Haitham’s fingers, unsure if she genuinely wants to stop or if this was just some sick fetish she delivered. 

“Say it then,” Al-Haitham groans against her neck. “Say you don’t want this. Say you don’t want me.”

Kaveh sobs, digging her nails into Al-Haitham’s back, gritting her teeth as her orgasm builds, threatening to overwhelm her. She’d never experienced pleasure like this before—not before she met Al-Haitham. When she was married, she never experienced an orgasm from another person. The most she had were the faint telltale signs of an orgasm, but never the real thing. Her pleasure was always put on the back burner, and she had to pretend that she was fine with it (and honestly, how hard is it to find the clit? It’s right there). 

You want this. You want her. She can make you feel so good, the voice purrs sweetly, and Kaveh almost gives in. She nearly falls for the sweet, sugared words until she hears the warning bell. Panic settles, and Kaveh snaps back to reality. 

Immediately, Kaveh reaches up and twists her fingers in Al-Haitham’s silvery-teal hair, yanking her head back. “You need to get out,” she says sternly, narrowing her eyes and ignoring how her voice slightly wavers. That defiant look in Al-Haitham’s eyes makes her insides clench, but she must stay strong. She can’t give into the desire to let Al-Haitham have her way with her; it’s already bad enough that she’s so bold to try and suck hickies into Kaveh’s neck. “This is your last warning, Al-Haitham. I will transfer you out of my class if we have any more issues.”

“Of course,” Al-Haitham says smoothly, easing her fingers out of Kaveh’s cunt. Neither of them addresses how she shivers and her grip momentarily loosens. 

Composing herself and fixing her clothes, Kaveh reaches into her purse and hands Al-Haitham a small bottle of hand sanitizer. “Wash your hands and leave my classroom after you’re done,” she orders. 

“Yes, Professor,” Al-Haitham says, her voice teasing and light. She squeezes out a liberal amount and rubs her hands, and gods, Kaveh doesn’t know it can be so erotic, but it is. 

Kaveh watches intensely, trying to ignore the burning heat that simmers beneath her skin. When Al-Haitham finishes, they share a look, and the younger woman smiles smugly before ascending the stairs. “I’ll see you during office hours, senior. Will you wait for me?” she asks. 

“I could always transfer you out right now,” Kaveh threatens with a quiet huff. 

“So mean. Learn to lighten up, Professor,” Al-Haitham laughs, disappearing out the door. 

With the room empty, Kaveh relaxes and adjusts her clothes, brushing her hair back and pressing a hand against her beating heart. Her insides are still a mess, warm and drawn tight, desperate for Al-Haitham’s hands on her body again. How long has it been since someone was so eager to touch her? So invested in her ? The way Al-Haitham grabbed her, demanding and possessive, almost staking a claim over her and rutting against her, bathing Kaveh in the love and affection she deserves. 

She wants that. Kaveh wants Al-Haitham, but with their circumstances, there’s no way she could continue. Dating someone twelve years younger than her is out of the question, especially when that someone is her student. It would only be bad news, and Kaveh knows that with their gap in age and maturity, it wouldn’t last long. 

It’s fine. It won’t happen again, Kaveh thinks, sighing through her nose and grabbing her lunchbox. She rushes back to the staff room and apologizes for taking so long, taking out the small containers of apple slices and peanut butter. 

“Is that all you’re having for lunch?” Tighnari asks, frowning. 

“I had a big breakfast,” Kaveh lies, dipping an apple slice into the thick, nutty peanut butter. “And we’re having dinner tonight, right? I don’t want to ruin my appetite,” she adds. 

Tighnari seems like she wants to say something but remains quiet (for which Kaveh is grateful). “Speaking of dinner, I wanted to let you know that Cyno might be late, but she’s still coming. I’m making her favorite,” she says.

“Whatever you make is fine with me,” Kaveh says. “How are your lessons going?” 

“A smaller class, but they’ve got promise,” Tighnari said happily. “I took your suggestion and gave them a small quiz to see what they know. How did your quiz go?”

Kaveh chews her apple, running her tongue over her molars. “It went well. I think we can skip the basics and dive into some more challenging lessons,” she says, finishing up her apple slices and wiping off her hand. She suddenly wishes she had packed some pretzels or some naan. “I think next week is when we’ll start diving into my planned lessons. I want to let them review the basics first.”

Tighnari hums. “That’s fair. No one wants to do work their first week back,” she says, finishing half of her zaalouk and setting her glass container in her lunch box. “Work side, you should tell me how your date went. Did he drive you back to his place? Was he drunk?”

Her cheeks burn red, and Kaveh swallows, twirling a strand around her finger and chewing her bottom lips until blood clots the surface. “Ah, well, she—”

She?” Tighnari questions with a teasing grin. “Oh, Cyno owes me.”

“Yes, she—wait? You two had a bet?” Kaveh squawks, her eyes bulging. “On what? When?”

“A few years back. Maybe around the time you started going out more with Mehrak,” Tighnari says, her smile only stretching. “More specifically, when you were complimenting the nice barista in Mondstadt. You were a blushing mess when she brought out our drinks.” 

Kaveh blushes hard. “That was two years ago,” she whines. “I can’t believe you two.”

Tighnari laughs, packing away the rest of her lunch and wiping off her hands. “Anyway, Cyno thought that you weren’t attracted to women because you were drunk. I said you were and haven’t come out of the closet yet.”

“I-I’m straight! It was just a one-time thing,” Kaveh lies. “I was just drunk, and it meant nothing.” 

“Sure,” Tighnari replies. “Did you give her your number? Is she going to text you?”

“Absolutely not,” Kaveh hisses through clenched teeth. She’s glad she never left her number with Al-Haitham, especially with how handsy she was in the classroom. “It’s not like I could see her again. She lied about her age,” she dismisses with a wave. 

“How much younger was she?” Tighnari questions, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me she was underage.” 

Might as well be, Kaveh thinks bitterly, chewing her lip. If Tighnari had found out just how young her date was, she would have never heard the end of it. Kaveh knows Tighnari worries and wants the best for her, but she already feels disgusting for the entire ordeal. 

Kaveh swallows thickly. “She was twenty-one.” 

Tighnari lets out a sigh of relief, relaxing in her seat. “You had me worried,” she says, her shoulders less tense. “Well, I suppose that’s not too bad of an age gap. It’s only nine years.” 

“And it makes me feel weird,”  Kaveh states. “They’re barely an adult and learning to navigate life. Besides, they don’t want to be saddled with an old bag like me.”

“You’re not that old,” Tighnari points out. “You’re only thirty.” 

Kaveh scoffs, rolling her eyes. “I feel older than I am,” she complains, leaning back in her chair. “I’m already sporting gray hairs.” Just last week, Kaveh swears she plucked out three gray hairs while oiling her scalp. When she had reported her findings, Cyno cracked an unfunny joke that made Kaveh groan and regret inviting them to her house in the first place. “Is it possible to have a midlife crisis before your forties?” she asks. 

Tighnari playfully rolls her eyes. “You’re being dramatic as usual,” she says. “Sleeping with someone nine years younger isn’t exactly problematic. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“Yeah, twenty-one isn’t an issue. It’s the fact that she’s eighteen and my student, ” Kaveh grumbles under her breath. 

“You say something?” Tighnari asks. 

Kaveh shakes her head, opening her thermostat. “No, it’s nothing. Just… thinking,” she lies again, sipping her lukewarm jasmine tea.

 For the rest of lunch, she listens to Tighnari talk about her class and the lesson plan for the rest of the week. The younger teacher explains how she’s excited that more students are open to the idea of being herbalists. “You’ll have to sit in a class and see how thrilling it can be. You only have classes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, right?” 

“With an open day on Thursday for students that need extra help,” Kaveh adds. “But I’m mostly free.”

“Good. That means you have no excuse not to show up and sit in on one lesson,” Tighnari smiles. 

Kaveh rolls her eyes. “It’s not like I have a choice,” she says. 

“Exactly,” Tighnari beams, tucking away her lunchbox and offering her thermos to Kaveh. “I have some leftover coffee from this morning. Four sugars and four creams.”

“If you weren’t married to Cyno, I would kiss you,” Kaveh chuckles, taking the coffee from Tighnari. True to her word, it’s still warm, and Kaveh wastes no time and drinks what’s left. Tighnari has always liked her coffee a little sweeter than Kaveh likes, but she can’t complain, especially since Tighnari is so nice and graciously gave her the rest of her coffee. 

She wipes the corners of her mouth and hands it back. “You’re a real lifesaver, you know?”

“So you’ve told me,” Tighnari beams. “Now, come help me set up the rest of my classroom. I didn’t have time to finish decorating before my class came in.”

“I should have known there was a catch,” Kaveh playfully scoffs, but she follows after Tighnari to her class, happy to help her friend set up. 


The classroom is quiet at the end of the day. 

Kaveh had finished grading the quizzes during the last bit of her lunch with Tighnari and her planning period. She explained to her class that they were on the right track, but there was room for improvement, so they would go over the basics as a refresher and start work the following Wednesday. 

As much as she likes her new students, Kaveh is happy to have the next day off and go over her plans for the next time they meet. Right now, she’s too excited about the weekly dinner with her friends, wondering if she should bring something to drink. Besides the dinner being a weekly event they all partake in, Tighnari wants to celebrate Cyno’s promotion at work. She’s been working hard, taking extra shifts, and being so thorough, explaining that she loves her job and what she does (not to mention the extra pay). 

As she finishes the last of her work for the day, Al-Haitham slips into the room and shuts the door. “Professor,” she purrs in that silken tone, descending the stairs and leaning on Kaveh’s desk. “I don’t understand the questions you marked wrong. Can you show me where I went wrong?”

“I was just about to head home for the day, Al-Haitham,” Kaveh says, packing her bags. “And my office hours ended an hour ago. You should have been paying attention.” 

“How cruel. Just one little question, that’s it. I’ll leave you alone after,” Al-Haitham promises. 

Kaveh bites her lip and eventually relents, sitting at her desk and crossing her legs. “Fine, but then you go home right after. Understand?” Al-Haitham nods, and Kaveh pushes up her reading glasses, reading off the answers she marked wrong. 

Al-Haitham is a remarkable student and knows more than most of her classmates. Honestly, Kaveh doesn’t understand how she isn’t in any advanced classes. She’s nothing short of a genius—she could find a much better job than architecture (not that it isn’t a good profession; if Kaveh weren’t so in love with her career, she would have found a better-paying job). Most of the questions she missed were advanced trigonometry, topics they have yet to discuss in class. 

“We haven’t covered these in class yet,” Kaveh explains, handing Al-Haitham her quiz and tidying her desk. “Between you and I, you are ahead of your classmates. We don’t start covering these topics until week ten—of course, you have the option to study ahead, and I can always forward you my notes—”

“I want to do that,” Al-Haitham interrupts. “I want to stay ahead of the class. Could you tutor me as well, Professor?”

There’s that sexy drawl again. It sends shivers down her spine, and Kaveh bites her lip, squeezing her thighs together. She tries to calm herself down, painfully reminded that the sexy little minx in front of her is her student, twelve years younger than her, and she is painfully straight. Then again, what girl doesn’t mess around with another girl now and then? Just because the sex was mindblowing and Kaveh wants to have Al-Haitham between her legs, eating her out until she’s shaking and crying, doesn’t mean that Kaveh is attracted to women. 

…Maybe Cyno did win that bet. 

“My email and phone number are on the back of your syllabus. I will read all messages until seven p.m.,” Kaveh says, standing up and pushing in her chair. “I have a free day on Thursday where I offer one-on-one sessions for students who need any help. It starts at one and ends at four.” 

Al-Haitham hums, taking a step back. “And that’s for any help?” she questions.

Kaveh narrows her eyes. “Any school-related health. I will ignore any other message—let’s not waste my time.”

“I wouldn’t dream of wasting your valuable time, senior,” Al-Haitham smiles. “I was simply curious, that’s all.”

She hums and heads up the stairs, checking over her shoulder and gesturing for Al-Haitham to follow. “I do hope you’ll be wise and not abuse this privilege,” Kaveh says, holding the door open and allowing the younger woman to exit first. She then locks the door behind her, tucking the key in her pocket. “Now, if you have any questions tonight, I will answer a little late. I’ll be out.”

“Again?” Al-Haitham questions with a raised brow. “I never suspected you to be so lively, senior.”

“If you must know,” Kaveh says with a huff. “I’m visiting a few friends for dinner. It’s a tradition we have every Friday. It’s Tighnari’s turn to cook dinner.”

“Fascinating. I didn’t think you and Professor Tighnari were so close.” Al-Haitham follows Kaveh outside. “Do you often meet up?”

Kaveh nods, fishing her keys out of her purse. “Mm, yes. I meet with her weekly if we aren’t busy,” she murmurs. 

Al-Haitham’s eyes light up. “I would assume you’re close then, right?” When Kaveh nods, she smiles winder. “So, does that mean she knows about us? You two must tell each other everything, right?” 

Heat colors Kaveh’s cheeks, and she sputters, almost dropping her keys. “No, she doesn’t know about us,” she says. “All she knows is that I hooked up with someone, and I was drunk. It’s not like I can tell her that I slept with you because someone lied about her age,” she huffs. 

“It’s perfectly legal,” Al-Haitham points out. 

“It’s disgusting,” Kaveh retorts, unlocking her car. “Age aside, you are also my students. I can get fired for that. They could say I’m taking advantage of you, or they can make the accusation that I’m playing favorites and you can’t pass your classes without me stepping in.” She pauses, squeezing her hand into a fist until her knuckles are ghost-white. Not only was the age gap the issue, but Kaveh would scream it until the high heavens could hear her, but she wasn’t gay. 

You were just drunk, Kaveh tells herself over and over, trying to convince the little voice in the back of her head. It doesn’t count. You definitely don’t want anything to do with her! She’s just your student—your junior! 

Al-Haitham doesn’t seem convinced. Instead, she leans close, their foreheads almost touching, and Kaveh swears she can practically taste her chapstick. The moment is tense, and Kaveh can hardly breathe, feeling her heart thrum against her ribs. 

She swallows hard, reaching behind her for the car handle. “I really should be going,” Kaveh whispers. 

“Will you help me with the rest of the questions I missed?” Al-Haitham asks. 

“As long as you remain on task,” Kaveh responds, curling her hand around the door handle. Her heart thumps in her chest. The warning bells fire off in her head, urging her to run or pull away, but Kaveh remains standing, breathing softly as Al-Haitham slowly closes the gap between them.  Her mouth opens and closes like a fish, words dying on her tongue, and all Kaveh can feel is her stomach knotting. 

When their mouths slot together, Kaveh whimpers, closing her eyes and leaning back against the car door. Al-Haitham’s hand slides down her backside, cupping her ass and squeezing a good handful. She slots her knee between her parted legs, rolling her knee against Kaveh’s cunt. “Professor,” she murmurs into Kaveh’s mouth, gently tugging her lip between her teeth. 

Kaveh reaches up, combing her fingers through Al-Haitham’s hair, scratching her scalp, and tugging her back down for another hot, heated kiss. Their tongues press together, slow and sensual, as Kaveh pants hotly in her mouth, whispering incoherent nothings. Maybe she isn’t thinking clearly because Al-Haitham is a new experience. Perhaps it’s because she knows if Al-Haitham touches her, she truly feels alive. 

The sound of her belt clinking, followed by the sudden breeze against her cunt has Kaveh shivering, wrapping her arms around Al-Haitham’s neck and spreading her legs further apart. “Mmm, go slow,” Kaveh whispers, closing her eyes, pressing her face into Al-Haitham’s neck, and inhaling her mint lotion. 

“You like it slow?” Al-Haitham whispers, languidly pressing two fingers into her pussy and rubbing her thumb over her hipbone. When Kaveh nods and hums with satisfaction, Al-Haitham peppers hot kisses down her throat, rolling her thumb over her throbbing clit while thrusting her fingers in hard. “There we go. So wet for me, senior. Doesn’t that feel good?” she rasps.

Kaveh whimpers, rocking into her touch and nodding. “Yes—ah—fuck,” she slurs, her toes curling and her eyes rolling back, panting hard and quivering in Al-Haitham’s hold. Tears begin to trickle down her face, her orgasm slowly building the more Al-Haitham presses against her g-spot. 

“H-Haitham,” Kaveh squeaks, desperately rocking into her touch, attempting to gyrate her hips and grind down on Al-Haitham’s fingers. Gods, she’s never wanted something so badly—she’s practically begging, sobbing so pathetically while more slick dribbles down her thighs and soaks Al-Haitham’s fingers. “Oh, please—Haitham, please, please, please,” she wails, throwing her head back as the sensation chokes her, roughly slamming into her.

White blurs her vision, and Kaveh can hear nothing but static in her ears. She isn’t sure if she’s screaming or not, shaking like a newborn fawn. The pleasure is almost too much for Kaveh; she’s like jelly, barely able to stand up. 

Al-Haitham kisses the corners of her mouth, easing Kaveh down from her high and slipping her fingers out of her soaked cunt. “There we go. You did so well for me, Professor,” she murmurs. 

Kaveh whines, holding onto her. She can barely think, her brain like sludge, almost leaking out her ears as she blinks away her tears. “Yeah,” she breathes out, her voice faint as she swallows thickly. “I did good?”

“So good for me,” Al-Haitham purrs, kissing Kaveh again and pulling up her pants. Her pants are drenched with the evidence of her orgasm, but Kaveh doesn’t complain. She shivers, still holding onto Al-Haitham’s shoulders. “Feeling okay, Professor? I wouldn’t be surprised if the remaining staff didn’t hear you. You were so loud, screaming my name like that.” Al-Haitham leans down and presses another kiss to her neck, thumbing her hipbone. 

“Hush. Don’t tease me,”  Kaveh grumbles, closing her eyes and squeezing her shoulders. She takes a moment to adjust herself, breathing slowly through her nose and releasing her grip on Al-Haitham’s shirt. “So,” Kaveh says after a brief moment, clearing her throat. “Um… I’ll answer your messages later.”

“Mm, yes. I suggest you shower first,” Al-Haitham smiles, opening the door for Kaveh and shutting it once she is seated. “Enjoy your dinner with Professor Tighnari.”

“You too,” Kaveh whispers dumbly, letting the car roar to life and pulling out of the lot. Her heart pounds against her chest, and bells ring in her ears, completely zoning out as she drives. 

She just had sex with Al-Haitham. Again. The pleasure that had coursed through her veins, gripping her until she was left screaming and shaking, was an indescribable feeling. The memory of such intense euphoria leaves Kaveh blushing, her cheeks burning as her stomach dips. 

Okay, maybe she did swing in the opposite direction—it’s just because she’s bored (and yes, she’s still ignoring that nagging voice that tries to convince her otherwise). It’s a perfectly reasonable answer; her hormones are out of whack, and it’s been quite a bit since she had a proper lay. 

Every woman defaults to the same gender when things are dire, right?

“That’s just stupid,” Kaveh groans, pulling over and hitting her head against the steering wheel. Oh, who was she kidding? Deep down, Kaveh knows there’s some attraction towards Al-Haitham, which scares her. Being that vulnerable with someone and daring to let another person into her personal life, Kaveh can’t go through that again. The first person to ever earn her trust had brutally stabbed her in the back and left Kaveh to pick up the broken pieces. 

She could not suffer through that again. It would kill her. 

Arriving home, Kaveh slipped off her heels and collapsed onto the couch. She tosses her keys into the center bowl on the coffee table and pulls out her phone. Tighnari had messaged her, saying there would be a change of plans and dinner would be at seven instead of five. 

“That’s fine,” Kaveh murmurs as she returns the message, plucking the pins from her hair and setting them on the table, working her fingers through her hair and loosening her braids. Now, she would have plenty of time to shower, fix her makeup and hair, answer any questions her students had, and maybe do a load of laundry. 

Before getting to any work, Kaveh rewards herself with a bath, gathering all her favorite bath soaps and salts along with some cutesy face masks she bought with Mehrak. Speaking of, she should call Mehrak before it gets too late. 

While it did pain her to part with her daughter, it was for the best. Kaveh was too depressed, constantly crying herself to sleep and forgetting to take care of herself. Too many times had Mehrak had to call her aunties, crying and saying Mommy hasn’t moved in a few days, and it was scaring her. Tighnari and Cyno sat down with her, telling Kaveh it would be best to leave Mehrak in someone else’s care while she got better. They never accused her of being a bad mom, but the implications were there, and it hurt. However, she agreed, calling her mom to ask if Mehrak could stay in Fontaine until she was better. 

Kaveh misses her daughter every day. If Mehrak had stayed in Sumeru for the summer, Kaveh would have spoiled her rotten and taken her to the docks to see the boats coming in and out of the ports. Summer breaks were always well spent together; there was never a dull moment. Before Mehrak left for Fontaine, Kaveh had taken her to one of his friend’s dances. 

Nilou is an excellent dancer who brightens a room with a friendly smile. Besides Cyno and Tighnari, Nilou is the only person who knows about Kaveh's current situation and has always offered her shoulder if she needs to cry. It helps that Mehrak is also fond of Nilou, clinging to her side whenever she visits. 

As she fills the tub with warm water and glaze lily bath salts, Kaveh checks her messages and finds a message from Al-Haitham. 

vulvola: did u make it home safely professor? 

prof.kaveh: This number is strictly reserved for academic inquiries, Al-Haitham.

prof.kaveh: But yes, I arrived home safely. 

prof.kaveh: Please note that I will not answer messages after seven tonight. 

vulvola: understood professor

vulvola : will i be able to ask you questions in person tomorrow since tomorrow is your planning day? 

Kaveh swallows, her stomach tightening. Another chance to be alone with Al-Haitham. Another opportunity to have those wonderful, strong hands on her body, groping her, caressing her until she was a mess, moaning and whimpering pathetically for more and more. A shiver rushes down the notches of her spine, and heat simmers under her skin. 

Gods, she really is pathetic.

prof.kaveh: I will allow this once. I will be at the school at eight in the morning and leave at four. You may stop during those times to see me with your questions. 

vulvola: wonderful i will see you tomorrow then

Kaveh’s heart skips a beat, pounding against her ribs again. She can only suspect that Al-Haitham will touch her again. Trap her against the desk and step between her legs, cupping her cunt and rolling her thumb over her twitching clit. Heat pools in her stomach and her head feels fuzzy and stuffed with cotton as she steps her phone onto the counter and sinks into the steaming water. 

This perverse behavior will be the end of her. Something about this ordeal excited Kaveh; she liked Al-Haitham's eagerness, willingness to please, and always putting Kaveh’s pleasure first. She is such a sweet senior; it’s adorable.

She smiles, closing her eyes and relaxing in the soapy water.


“You’re early,” Tighnari remarks, opening the door for Kaveh and ushering her in. She graciously takes the bottle of henna berry and pomegranate wine, steps into the kitchen, and tends to the slow-cooking stew. “Collei is spending the night with a friend, so it’ll just be us tonight. You’re more than welcome to stay the night if you’d like.” 

“I think I’ll be good enough to drive home. I don’t plan on drinking much,” Kaveh dismisses, slipping off her shoes and raiding Tighnari’s fridge, taking one of the water bottles. “How much longer until Cyno is coming home? We are eating later than usual.” 

Tighnari hums, stirring the stew and tasting for additional seasoning. “She’s getting off at seven, but if she takes that shortcut we discovered, she’ll be here in less than thirty minutes,” she says, placing the lid back on the stew and crossing the kitchen for a glass of water. “So until then, we can do whatever we want. Oh, I could show you the new decorations we set up in the room. I told you how I wanted a canopy over the bed.” 

Sure enough, a mesh, green canopy drapes over their shared bed, decorated with plush throw pillows and feathery, soft blankets. Their room has a romantic and warm touch, and Kaveh appreciates the sweet aesthetic. From an artistic standpoint, it feels like a space shared between lovers. Surprisingly, their decora meshes well, and nothing strains the eyes. 

It’s safe to say that her friends are paying attention during her drunken ramblings. 

“It’s homely,” Kaveh compliments. “You’ll have to show me where you found the decora. I want to set up Mehrak’s room like this when she comes back.” 

“I’d be more than happy to lend you a hand. I’m sure she’ll love it when she comes back. Have you talked to her today?”

Kaveh nods, following Tighnari and curling up in her bed, laying her head in her lap with a pleased sigh. “I’m so jealous of you and Cyno. It’s like you have your life figured out. You’re still happy and married.” 

“We have our moments. It’s not always perfect,” Tighnari says. 

“I know that. Just—you two seem to have everything figured out. I’m extremely jealous,” Kaveh admits. 

Compared to everyone else, it seems like Kaveh is the only one whose life is falling apart. Cyno and Tighnari have been happily married since they graduated school, and have successful, well-paying jobs that award them the chance to spoil their adopted daughter. Nilou is a dance instructor and a part-time history teacher at the local primary school, and she’s set to be married in the spring to her sleepy girlfriend, Layla. 

And Kaveh is happy for her friends. She congratulates their victories, uplifting them when they accomplish their set milestones, but she still feels utterly inferior to them. Unlike her, they’ve achieved their goals. The only thing Kaveh completed was the construction of the “Palace of Alcazarzaray,” which left her in massive debt, but it was worth it. The only good thing was that Dori gave her creative freedom as long as it was large and massive, so Kaveh could craft the most beautiful structure this world had ever seen. 

“Now, don’t beat yourself up,” Tighnari says gently, stroking Kaveh’s hair back and smiling. “You’ve been chipping away at your debt, and you’ve been working on yourself. It’s the small victories that count.”

“I suppose,” Kaveh murmurs, closing her eyes and leaning into Tighnari’s touch. They remain in bed, talking about everything and nothing until Cyno comes home, slips out of her work clothes, and kisses her wife hello. 

Cyno hums against her lips, one hand steady on Tighnari’s waist. “Just us three for the night?” she asks. 

Tighnari nods. “Just the three of us,” she repeats, draping her arms around Cyno’s neck, giggling when her wife kisses down her neck, scraping her teeth down her throat. “Mm, not in front of Kaveh. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.” 

Kaveh can’t help but shamelessly ogle, her throat suddenly dry. Have her friends always been so… attractive before? 

Ugh, don’t even think like that, Kaveh. They’re your friends, she chastises herself, following the cute couple into the kitchen and helping them set the table. As Tighnari ladles out three bowls of loubiya and prepares an equal amount of fluffy, white rice, Kaveh pours them all a glass of wine and makes herself comfortable at the table. 

“Thank you for inviting me over to celebrate,” Kaveh smiles. 

“Of course. Cyno wanted everyone to celebrate, but we figured it would be nicer with just the three of us. We would have invited Layla and Nilou, but they’ve been so busy these days,” Tighnari says. 

Cyno agrees. “We’ll have to call and see how they’re doing and if they’re free to join us.”

Having them all together would be nice, and Kaveh would love to know Layla better. They briefly spoke in the past, but Layla naturally gravitates toward her fiancé. 

They toast to Cyno’s promotion and her raise, and they drink. Thankfully, none of them had much work to do tomorrow, and despite Kaveh promising Al-Haitham that she would be in at eight the following morning, she could still afford to have a few drinks with her friends and still get up early enough. 

“Mm, so I heard a little rumor while out at lunch today,” Cyno says, her words a little slurred as she nurses a third glass of wine. “Supposedly, your ex is coming back into town.”

Kaveh groans, rolling her eyes. “I hope it’s nothing more than just a rumor. I cannot imagine seeing him again,” she spits bitterly, downing the remaining bit of her wine. “You know, I never knew I was lacking in the sex department until the other night. I never had a real orgasm until last night.”

“He was that bad?” Tighnari snorts. 

“I almost feel bad for his mistress,” Cyno jokes, pouring Tighnari another glass of wine, the rest of their dinner untouched. “What? Did he never let you buy sex toys? Cunniligus? Masturbation?” 

Kaveh almost laughs. “All off the table,” she reveals. “He said that a woman shouldn’t need anything else to get off, and it was considered cheating. What a hypocrite.” 

Tighnari practically shrieks, her tongue loose from the alcohol. “You can’t be serious. Even when he was seeing that other woman?” 

Kaveh nods. 

“You’re missing out. Masturbation is so fun—especially when Tighnari watches,” Cyno says plainly. 

Cyno!” Tighnari exclaims. 

“I’m glad we’re close enough that we can talk about our sex life,” Kaveh says without hesitation, swirling her wine. “But please, enlighten me. What type of sexscapades have you two had?” 

Cyno presses a kiss to Tighnari’s neck, dragging her thumb across her hipbone. “We could always show you,” she jokes. 

Kaveh blinks incredulously, swallowing thickly. “Can you?” she blurts. 

The tension is too thick and smothering as Kaveh suddenly regrets what she says. She starts to move, her movements sluggish from the alcohol and patting her pants down for her phone and keys. “Ah, just forget what I just said. I’m drunk, and it’s starting to get late,” she babbles, stumbling over her feet. “I think I’m going to head home—”

“Why not?” Cyno says, letting Tighnari slip out of her lap and standing up. She saunters over to Kaveh, curling a hand around her waist and guiding her to the bedroom. When Kaveh doesn’t object, Tighnari slips behind her and starts unzipping her dress, easing the straps off her shoulders. 

Soft lips ghost across Kaveh’s shoulders, sweet and sensual as she shivers, leaning into Tighnari’s touch. Wow, she really can’t believe this is happening. She can only gasp and shiver, letting Tighnari help her out of her dress while Cyno cups her cheeks and draws her in for a kiss. A needy moan escapes her; her heart picks up pace, pounding against her ribs, and she feels faint. 

Cyno unclips her bra, cupping her supple breasts and twisting her perky nipples. “Ah, just feel, Kaveh,” Cyno instructs, leaning in to kiss Kaveh’s neck again, skimming her lips down her throat and collarbone. Those calloused hand rest on Kaveh’s hips, squeezing and reaching for her ass while Tighnari covers her boobs, squeezing until Kaveh moans. 

“Let us know if you want to back out,” Tighnari slurs against her throat, smiling and sucking a hickey into her skin. 

Kaveh shivers, closing her eyes and arching her back, already overwhelmed by the pleasure. She really can’t believe this is happening right now; she has two of her best friends touching her, showing her how good sex can really be. Instead of letting that little voice dictate her every action, Kaveh allows it to happen, parting her lips and pulling Cyno into a heated, slow kiss. 

As expected, Cyno tastes like the wine: sweet and tangy. Kaveh moans into her mouth, pressing her tongue in and savoring Cyno. She matches her movements and lets the shorter woman take control. “Mmm, more,” Kaveh rasps, tugging Cyno’s lip between her teeth and biting down until she tastes blood, smearing the fluids. 

Tighnari pulls back and gestures for Cyno to do the same, guiding Kaveh to the bed and gently laying her back. The lights are nice and low, creating the perfect atmosphere. Everything about this moment feels right; even if the alcohol is rushing through her veins and clouding her judgment, this is all Kaveh wants. She wants what Tighnari and Cyno have: to be loved and cared for. 

She wants someone to look at her so fondly like that. 

Tighnari and Cyno kiss, whispering sweet words into each other’s mouths while stepping out of their clothes, giggling between wet kisses. “Mm, come on. We were going to show Kaveh how we have fun,” Tighnari reminds her wife, pulling back and thumbing the waistband of her panties. Sensually, she slides them down her thighs, and her pretty cock wetly smacks her tummy, smearing the droplet of precum. 

“Wow,” Kaveh says in awe, her stomach fluttering at the sight of Tighnari. She’s always been pretty and slender with an incredible body, cute, muscular legs, and toned thighs to match; Kaveh never paid attention before. Looking at her now, under these circumstances, Kaveh can understand why Cyno went crazy for her in secondary school. 

She swallows, watching Tighnari crawl onto the bed and settle between her legs. “We’ve got condoms,” Tighnari says, reaching in the nightstand for the rubber, parting Kaveh’s legs and tugging down her damp panties. 

“I have an IUD,” Kaveh says, holding her knees to her chest, watching Tighnari tear the foil open and roll the rubber over the head of her flushed cock. She whines, her eyebrows pinched. “Tighnari,” she starts again. 

“Mm, the cleanup is messy,” Cyno chimes on, kneeling beside Kaveh’s head and smoothing back her hair. “You sure you don’t want ‘Nari to use the rubber?” she asks. 

Kaveh nods. 

Tighnari stares a bit longer before discarding the rubber and reaching for the lube. It’s a surprise that she’s coherent enough to remember safe sex, lubing her fingers in the pyro-infused lube and rubbing two fingers across her slicked opening. “You need to relax,” Tighnari orders, slowly thrusting her fingers in and thumbing Kaveh’s waist, pinning her hips to the bed. 

It’s slow and patient, sweet as Tighnari pumps her fingers in and out. It’s nothing like Al-Haitham; Tighnari leaves Kaveh wanting, gasping and grinding back onto her fingers with frenzied whispers. She digs her heels into the edge of the bed, frustrated tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. The pleasure is just within her reach, but Tighnari doesn’t touch her where she would like. 

“For fuck’s sake,” Kaveh slurs, slowly lifting her head. “Will you please just touch me?” she begs. 

Cyno gently pushes her head back down, laying Kaveh’s head in her lap and smoothing back her golden curls. “You’re so impatient,” she teases, nodding to Tighnari and kissing down the sculpted bridge of her nose. “You need to be stretched out first. Your husband really did suck if you’re getting this worked up over some foreplay.” 

“He couldn’t find the clit. What makes you think there was any foreplay,” Kaveh snarks. 

“Oh, you’re really going to enjoy this,” Tighnari promises, leaning down to kiss Kaveh before spreading her legs apart and rubbing her cock against her slicked labia. Slowly, she pushes in, whispering praises while inching more of her cock into Kaveh’s tight pussy. The warmth that envelopes her cock makes Tighnari moan lowly, her toes curling as she pauses, digging her nails into supple, tanned flesh. “You need to relax. I’m scared it’ll hurt if you don’t.”

Cyno agrees, swooping down for another kiss. “Just relax. Feel and let yourself feel good,” she murmurs, savoring the taste of Kaveh on her lips. “You won’t regret it. ‘Nari is going to make that pretty little pussy of yours feel so good.” 

She believes it. With how Tighnari is stretching her out so wonderfully, Kaveh thinks that after this, she can never have regular sex again. Something about sex with women was exciting; she enjoyed it, was allowed to indulge in the pleasure and be pampered, and not resort to just being some cock warmer. With each inch that sinks into her body, Kaveh loses her grip on reality. She melts under Tighnari, arching her back and keening pitifully. 

“Good girl,” Tighnari praises quietly, sinking the last inch in and completely bottoming out. She pets Kaveh’s tummy, shallowly thrusting her hips and smiling when Kaveh groans and tugs the sheets. “Yeah, I bet that feels good. Tell me how you’re feeling, Kaveh.” 

“Full,” Kaveh stutters out, her words slurred. She can’t speak; words elude her, and she knows nothing but pleasure. It’s blinding and hot, wrapping her in its warm, electrifying embrace. 

Each hard roll of Tighnari’s hips has Kaveh singing, panting, and begging for more, wrapping her legs around her waist and trying to pull her closer. Her words come out jumbled, incoherent as the younger woman finally picks up pace, ramming her cock against her g-spot and jostling her body. 

It feels incredible. 

Tighnari pushes Kaveh’s knees to her chest, fucking into her hard with a deep grunt and satisfied with her partner’s surprised groan. “Oh fuck,” Kaveh croaks, her voice wrecked as she bats her eyelashes, blinking back her tears. Her mouth opens and closes, drool dribbling down her chin and neck, and she weakly sobs. She’s unsure of where to place her hands, twisting the sheets between her fingers and canting her hips upwards, mewling. “I need more—please. Need you to ruin my cunt, ‘Nari. Fuck me,” she begs. 

“Quite the mouth on you,” Cyno comments, almost mockingly, as she gently fingers Kaveh’s mouth, rubbing the pads of her fingers along her gums and molars, pressing on her tongue. She smiles, collecting more drool and making Kaveh gag on her fingers. “Does that feel good, Kaveh? You’re making quite the mess,” she murmurs, daring to touch the back of her throat. 

Kaveh loves it all, opening her mouth wider and accepting all of Cyno. She can barely see straight, gagging around those pretty, slender fingers while Tighnari splits her open on that delicious cock of hers. It’s madness; the overwhelming sensation grips her, dragging her down and drowning her in euphoria while her stomach knots and more tears streak down her flushed cheeks.  

The praise only adds to her pleasure, spurring Kaveh on. She desperately wants to be a good girl, licking and sucking Cyno’s fingers, awkwardly bobbing her head to taste more of her. To think she was missing out the entire time. This feeling is incredible—she doesn’t want to let go. 

“Oh, look at her, ‘Nari. Isn’t she so pretty like this?” Cyno purrs, slipping a third finger into Kaveh’s mouth, chuckling at her shameful display. She eases her mouth open, having Kaveh hold it open. “That’s it. Just keep still,” she smiles. She then spits in her mouth, pleased with Kaveh’s undignified squeak. “Keep your mouth open for us. Don’t swallow just yet.” 

Archons, they’re depraved animals, and Kaveh fits right in. She groans, obeying Cyno’s command and focusing on Tighnari, her eyes wet with tears as she presses back, matching her thrusts. If she could speak, she would be begging for more, to make it hurt until she cried, but she takes what she is given, happy for all the attention. She basks in it, glowing from their words. 

Tighnari shivers, hunching over Kaveh’s body and driving her cock in harder, finally bottoming out and barely bumping against her cervix. “You’re so,” Tighnari grunts, her brows pinched together as she lets Kaveh try to calm down and relax around her, running her tongue across her teeth. “Relax, Kaveh. I’m going to hurt you if you’re too tense,” she wants. 

“I want,” she gargles, “I want it to hurt. Make it hurt.” 

“Well, you heard her,” Cyno titters, spitting in Kaveh’s mouth. “You want it to hurt? We’ll make it hurt. I promise.” 

Tighnari searches Kaveh’s face, hesitant with her movements before the blonde beneath her whines again, shifting her hips. With a deep grunt, Tighnari pistols her hips and drives her cock into that tight, delicious heat, giving Kaveh everything she desires. She grunts and pants like an animal, nipping at Kaveh’s neck and shoulders. 

Kaveh howls, her back arched as she sinks further and further, drowning in desire and bliss. The room around her spins, and she feels so light as if she’s almost floating, drifting in and out of consciousness. She’s on the brink of an orgasm; it slowly builds in her gut, growing until it’s far too much to handle. She twists beneath Tighnari, silently begging for her release, her legs twitching as her cunt drips and slicks Tighnari’s cock whenever she pushes in. 

“That’s it. Let ‘Nari fuck your pretty cunt. Kaveh, you’re behaving so well for you,” Cyno croons, smoothing her hand across her cheek and smiling. She drags her thumb across those plush, biteable, red lips and chuckles, watching as their combined spit trickles down the corner of Kaveh’s mouth. “You look so filthy, so sexy like this. We should prop you in front of the mirror and show you what you look like. Wouldn’t that be nice?” 

She nods, arching her back. “Please,” Kaveh croaks. 

Without another word, the couple drunkenly stumbles out of bed and takes Kaveh with them, having her kneel in front of the mirror while Tighnari slides behind her and slips her leaking cock between Kaveh’s warm thighs. Like this, Kaveh can see how debauched she looks: her eyeshadow smudges and wet with dark mascara streaks running down her face. Her lipstick is just as ruined, smeared across her bronze skin, making her look like a well fucked whore. 

Kaveh looks like a definition of sin. 

Tighnari eases Kaveh back onto her cock, one hand gripping her waist and the other nestled in her hair. She yanks Kaveh’s head back, exposing that pretty, long neck of hers, nosing at her throat and biting at the unmarred flesh. “You’re so beautiful, Kaveh. So good for us,” Tighnari mumbles, fucking into that impossibly tight heat harder. 

She can be so good—Kaveh is so good! A pathetic whine escapes her as she fucks herself back onto Tighnari’s cock, chasing after her well-deserved high. Again, it builds in her stomach, coiling and twisting, and Kaveh hones in on the feeling. Her body begs—demands more and more. She can hardly hold herself up, riding on the cusp of her high as she arches her back, lowering her chest to the floor and pushing her hips back to match Tighnari’s steady tempo.

“Close,” Kaveh gasps, daring to squeeze her breasts and flicker her thumb over her pebbled nipple. She pinches and squeezes, her eyes fluttering shut and her mouth falling open. “Cumming, cumming, cumming!” It hits her hard, and Kaveh falls apart, crumbling in Tighnari’s hold as the world around her seems to stop.

It’s Cyno who holds her, running her fingers through Kaveh’s messy hair and kissing her forehead. “You did so well. Just a little more, okay?” she says, her voice barely above a whisper as Tighnari keeps at a shallow, slow pace, grinding deep against Kaveh’s g-spot. 

She nods, her voice hoarse and throat shredded from her wailing and screaming. Kaveh lets Tighnari use her body, weak and pliant beneath her touch and accepting everything. “Inside, inside, inside,” Kaveh groans, digging her nails into the carpet. “Fuck—I need it inside,” she mewls. 

Tighnari groans, leaning down and pressing her chest against Kaveh’s arched back, tilting her head and nipping her sensitive ears. “Kaveh,” she pants, shivering as she lazily bucks forward and stills, her cock twitching as she fills her partner with cum. It paints Kaveh’s insides with thick, hot streaks, filling the small space until it has no more run and spills out, dripping beneath Kaveh’s quivering form. 

They remain like this, panting and gasping as Cyno shakily stands up and grabs towels from the bathroom. “Mm, ‘Nari, pull out. We got... we got to get cleaned up,”  she reminds her wife, praising her when she pulls out and immediately starts dabbing between Kaveh’s legs. She is gentle, spreading the swollen, slicked lips of Kaveh’s cunt, and letting the cum dribble out her. “After this, we’ll go to bed and get washed up in the morning. ‘Nari makes good pancakes,” she rambles, going on about Tighnari’s cooking and the morning cuddles they’ll get to share while Kaveh dumbly nods and lets the couple clean her up and carry her to bed. 

Tighnari and Cyno sleep on opposite sides of Kaveh, wrapping their arms around her slender torso. They feel safe, warm, and secure as Kaveh closes her eyes and relaxes, feeling the night breeze wash over her. Everything feels right like this is what she should expect after sex.

Maybe she is attracted to women. Regardless, that’s another question for another day. 

 

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