s*t*a*r*s/J*A*D*E*S
“Hey, are we sharing a room?” asks Spencer to Rylee as they pack. Spencer picks up a pair of socks, smells them and throws them back into the dresser.
“No!” says Rylee and then laughs at the look on Spencer’s face. “Do you think our parents will be okay with that?”
Spencer shrugs. “My parents are fuck bunnies! They don’t care. Who knows, we can ask them.”
“So, I was going to ask you guys about that,” says Tegan sitting on her suitcase to get it to close. “Matt can’t come. So who am I rooming with?”
“That sucks,” says Abby. “Liam is coming, but only because Jo called his dad and told them they could come. I guess this resort is a huge place? There are villas and houses and then a centralized hotel? We don’t have to share rooms, Tegan.”
“It’s a BDSM resort, the place is huge, we could go days without seeing each other,” snorts Spencer. They all turn and look at her. “What?”
“Wait, like The Lost and Found?” says Rylee, her face pales.
“Yeah, but they hire subs and they have members that pay huge money to live there part of the year. Wait, didn’t your parents tell you that?” asks Spencer.
“NO!” yell the other girls in unison.
Spencer blushes. “Oh.”
“Wait,” says Rylee, very flustered, her breath coming in hot little gasps. “Are there going to be…. Subs there?”
“No,” says Spencer. She then cocks her head and stares at her. An oddness washes over Spencer. “You want there to be?”
Rylee shakes her head hard. “No!”
“Rylee…,” says Sydney with a laugh. “You are the one who went to The Lost and Found.”
Rylee’s face turns bright red and she swallows hard.
Spencer sits on her bed, crossing her arms. “We never did talk about that, did we?” says Spencer.
“We are not talking about it with everyone in the room,” growls Rylee.
“Ohhh kay!” says Tegan. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I can only imagine.”
“I’m betting not,” says Abby with a laugh.
“You know, don’t you?” asks Spencer. She gets up from her bed and launches herself at Abby. Who yelps and moves out of the way. “Tell me what she did,” says Spencer playfully.
“Oh my god, leave Abs alone! I’ll tell you, just... later…”
Spencer bites her lower lip and looks heatedly at Rylee. “Non, I want you to show me.”
Tegan closes her eyes and covers her ears. “OH MY GOD!”
“I gotta pee,” says Rylee, scurrying from the room.
They all look at Spencer. “What?”
“You are going after her?” asks Abby.
“Non.” Spencer smiles.
“No?” asks Tegan. “You are so weird.”
Spencer sighs and goes off to follow Rylee into the bathroom. She knocks. “Open up.”
“No I’m peeing.”
“You are not, you’re too close to the door to be peeing or your pissing on the floor, come on.”
Rylee tears open the door and peeks around Spencer. “You can’t come in here.”
“Yes I can.”
“No.”
Spencer sighs. She leans in and kisses Rylee, pressing her tongue past her lips, her arms circling around her and pushing her into the room. She kicks the door closed and picks up Rylee, turning her and slamming her into the door. Spencer’s mouth feasts on Rylee’s as she hip checks her into the door and then grinds into her.
Rylee’s find her face with her hands, and then runs her fingers through her hair. She pulls on Spencer shorter locks and Spencer growls. “I don’t care what you did with someone else,” says Spencer breathlessly, “as long as you do those things with me too.”
“I want you so badly right now that I think I might explode,” whispers Rylee, her lips brushing Spencer as they talk.
“School is not in session, love,” says Spencer. Her hands cup Rylee’s ass and Rylee moans hotly.
“Fuck, the girls are in the other room!”
Spencer hangs her head. “Fuck.”
“Tomorrow? We’ll find some out of the way place on the island?”
“Sand has a way of getting into places,” says Spencer with a snort.
Rylee laughs, hugging her hard. “Without sand then. Maybe we can find a playroom.”
Spencer leans back and looks seriously at Rylee. “Really?”
Rylee blushes hotly. “I’m going to shut up now.”
Spencer moves her hands behind Rylee’s thighs and carries her over to the toilet, she sits down and Rylee straddles her there. “Non. I know we’re seventeen and stuff but, you did go there, for something. Something I couldn’t give you at the time and that’s okay. But, why there?”
Rylee blushes so hotly that Spencer thinks her head might well pop off. “Oh it’s so embarrassing.”
“Why?” asks Spencer. “I’m going to love you no matter what.”
“Please don’t take this the wrong way,” says Rylee. She bites her lip. “I love you, so much.” Rylee’s eyes find Spencer’s. She falls into the blue and amber swirls and sighs. “I sometimes like it – rough. And I wanted a girl who would shut up and do what I wanted, what I needed right at that moment. Mom’s talked about the LnF before and…. I just went there.”
Spencer laughs, looking down. “Oh, okay.”
Rylee covers her face with her hands. “Oh my god.”
Spencer reaches up and pries Rylee’s fingers away from her face. “Why are you embarrassed? I like knowing what you want. Like how you like your toast or that you love your hair tied up during class and hate to have your tooth brush touch someone else’s. Why would this bother me?”
Rylee tosses her head back to avoid Spencer’s eyes. “Because I love making love to you, but making love is – sweet and gentle.”
“And kind and… I get it,” says Spencer. “So a little more… animalistic?”
“No! Don’t change a thing.”
“I want you happy,” says Spencer seriously. “How can I do that if you – you don’t tell me?”
“I am telling you and I am happy,” says Rylee, she kisses Spencer, a delicate sweet kiss.
Spencer leans back. “No, don’t kiss me like that now.”
“Why not?” asks Rylee trying to move off Spencer. But Spencer grabs her hips and yanks her back. Rylee gasps.
“Because, you wanted – something different.”
“I want you,” says Rylee.
“Show me? How you want me? I want you happy, Lee. Maybe you always having a roaming eye is about me not giving you enough of what you need? Maybe it’s my fault.”
Rylee pushes back with a start. “No! I was just – looking.”
“For?” asks Spencer. “I’m not upset why are you?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, but Lee, you have to admit that – shit, you’ve done more than look and so have I.”
“With Sydney, it’s different,” says Rylee, tears in her eyes and she wipes at them absently. “I’ve never been upset about that. I’m the one who figured it out. I’m the one who got it.”
Spencer doesn’t move. She reaches out to Sydney in the other room with her mind. Syd, send us to the beach house, my bedroom, please?
Rylee gasps as they tumble onto the bed, the yellow light taking her by surprise. “Spencer?”
“Please,” swallows Spencer. “show me.”
Rylee nods and she shows Spencer just what she needs and wants.
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Jo and Amy walk into the dining area and sit. Cara Hunter, the Mistress of the island, comes and sits with them. “We have a wedding in two days here, will that be okay? Shaun called at the last minute and…”
Jo blinks at the mention of Shaun’s name. “Sure, our party is big but that’s okay, will you be all set with staffing?”
Cara nods. Her ocean blue eyes are serious. “I’ve called a few of our staff and three employees are flying out tomorrow. We’ll be fine. They don’t mind the double pay. I see, you two got married.”
Jo looks down at her hand. “Oui, in a manner of speaking.”
“About time.”
“You?” asks Jo.
“That’s a long story and I’ll have to tell you about it sometimes.”
Amy blinks. “Wait,” says Amy. “You’re a Mistress here, right?”
Cara nods.
“And you can have a submissive to – like, serve you all the time? I’ve never understood this lifestyle. Jo here,” says Amy waving to her wife, “seems to get it, understand it, hell, she owns pieces of it. Me, not so much.”
Cara looks at Jo who nods. “I met Jo through her club, Abandon and the Lost and Found. I was a submissive there for a year, and then Doyle's personal sub for a year after that. I took psych classes and I wanted to be an FBI agent.”
“No way,” says Amy.
Cara nods. “But the more I became part of this life, I realize that I was this life. I proposed a place like this. A place where you can be immersed in the lifestyle, but it was expensive and a very risky proposition. With sex laws and such.”
“And when I started… acquiring Kindred property.”
“She gave me the opportunity to do this. And I love it, and would get on my knees and thank her as many times as she so desired,” says Cara with a wink.
Amy’s eyes widen. “Have you two?” She wags a finger between Jo and Cara.
“Non,” says Jo. “I don’t fuck my business partners, Chere.”
Cara smiles at them. “No. Jo is – well, Jo. Much like Doyle is Doyle, but – Doyle is very much into the lifestyle, Jo simply understands it.”
“I understand money, that people with money desire control and are often dominants. Money, hello investment.”
Amy relaxes and Jo takes her hand. “I’m not fucking anyone here, other than you.”
Amy sighs. “Can we get food?” The odd conversation makes her feel weird.
“Yes, food,” says Cara. “I just wanted you to know about the wedding party.”
Both Amy and Jo shrug and sit back to enjoy the rest of the day.
s*t*a*r*s/J*A*D*E*S
Different Light
1.25.05
Different light
Cast from opposite ends
Of the spanning stage
The same stage player
Playing two different parts
Each at odds with each other
One a tough and brash kid
The other a soft hearted romantic
Both residing in the same body
The battle of wits
The fight of souls
The war of the heart
Who will win
Who will lose
To triumph over the other
Killing off the weakness in me
Cut away the cancer that eats me
Save my soul and release my heart
Into the different light
“Coming back, I certainly hope?” asks Helen, touching Nina’s hand as she passes by her and Nina nods. “Yeah, in a few, I’ll be right back,” says Nina softly. Making her way gracefully through the thin crowd of friends and wedding party, she takes a moment at the bar, making sure she isn’t seeing things. “Nat?”
Natalie Summers turns from her perch. “Nina.”
Natalie is wearing jeans and a sleeveless shirt, looking ravishing with her hair loose. Her dark stormy blue eyes smile at the sight of Nina. They hold no look of surprise at seeing Nina here, but then again, Nina thinks nothing much surprised this woman.
“What are you doing here?” they both ask at the same time.
Natalie giggles. “Shaun might own part of the island, but Jo owns a part too. Jayden and I come often. ”
“Why are you here?” asks Nina, a barrage of questions rambling through her. Not only the reason that Natalie is here, but Nina has been meaning to contact Natalie, to ask her about Angelica’s surreal connection to Jo when she’d been kidnapped.
“A vacation. I heard about the wedding, congratulations, I just didn’t know it was happening here,” smiles Natalie. She glances over at the table, a longing look crosses the woman’s face for just a moment. “Alysse seems extremely happy to have Rosita back.”
Nina turns and looks at Alysse at the table with Rosita the dotting girlfriend, soon-to-be-wife. “Yes, we’re all happy.” Then Nina remembers that Natalie and Alysse had had a brief fling, wondering if Natalie is going to be a problem.“That is always good to hear,” says Natalie, sipping on her drink.“I have a question,” says Nina, sitting down on the stool next to Natalie, staring at the gleaming black bar for a second.
“Thought you might,” says Nat in an all-knowing voice.
“When Angelica was kidnapped, when Jo saved her, Angelica says she heard Jo and Spencer,” says Nina, her voice breaking with emotion.
“Hmmm, yes,” begins Natalie, Jo had told her about Angelica having heard her and Spencer. “Most children, I’d say about 80 percent of them, have a latent ability, meaning that it’s, dormant, not active. Stress, traumatic experiences bring out the ability for short times, like a burst of adrenaline, for protection from the big bad wolf, so to speak. Angelica is attuned to the people around her; she also knew that if someone were to save her, it would more than likely be Jo. She’s the hero after all, so she picked up Jo and Spencer’s very ample broadcast,” explains Natalie. “If I’d been nearby, I might well have heard exactly what is going on, if I was three. At that age, we haven’t yet learned how to tune it out.”
“Will she always have it?” asks Nina softly. Processing the information, letting it churn inside of her mind. Angelica is a talent, someone who could very well have a full-blown ability when she is older. Is that why Angelica felt a kinship to Spencer?
Natalie sips her drink; she has to think of exactly how to phrase anything she is going to say from this point on. Mothers could be dangerous when armed with information about the future. The barkeep comes over and Nina orders a drink, thinking she is going to need it. Natalie waits until he’d come back with the drink and leaves them, once he is out of earshot, she says, “She’ll always have it.”
Nina stares at the glass of golden liquid she’d orders, thinking about this latest revelation, her dark hazel eyes falling away into deep thought, then in a stark whisper, “She’s not as powerful as, well, let’s say, Jo or Amy?”
Natalie lets out a soft barking laugh. “Not many people are. If you’re asking if she’ll become the next super hero of the day, I don’t know. It isn’t exactly something that is active; or proactive as I might say. Nina, your daughter is just very in tune with things around her. She’ll learn how to use it as she matures, she’ll make a great lawyer, or psychologist. She’ll just know things, and she won’t really be aware of it, she’ll just think she is lucky, or extremely smart. Either way, Angelica isn’t going to be leaping tall buildings in a single bound.”
“Where is Jo?” asks Nina, suddenly realizing that Natalie had said she is on vacation, and remembered that Spencer had been spotted on the island. Jo is more than likely here on the island.
“Safe, I’m sure,” covers Natalie. Her dark blue eyes storm over and Nina smirks, she didn’t want to be lied to.
“She’s here, isn’t she, on the island?” Nina’s voice cracks at the thought of Jo being anywhere close to Bev. If there is anyone on earth that could stop this wedding, it is Jo Wheaton standing at the end of the aisle, saying that she still loves Bev.
“You’re dramatic,” says Natalie, having gotten a very well formed flash of Nina’s thoughts.
“You swear to me that she’s not going to break in on our wedding?” asks Nina, the panic is in her voice, making it an octave higher. “Natalie, I love Bev and I want her in my life forever. Jo Wheaton had her chance and she gave it up, now you make sure she stays away from my future wife. Do not allow her to ruin this day for us.”
Natalie puts her hand on Nina’s, soothing her. “I very much doubt that would ever happen.”
“Why?” asks Nina quickly.
Natalie takes a sip of her drink, “That has dyke drama written all over it and Jo doesn’t do dyke drama.”