Be My Queen, chapter two
Rewriting any story means changing it: moving scenes to better places, making sequences more logical, giving better motivations, fixing plot holes, weaving in dangling bits. I understand that. But one of the scary parts for me is how the characters change. Now the change can give to story more emotion impact and the characters more logical motivations, but it still scares me every time a character (no matter how two dimensional) goes from being an Ice Princess with a weakness for the super rich to a loving daughter who wants to give her single father the first vacation he's had since before she was born and a devoted sister to her quasi brother, wanting him to be the best he can be, and a hard working woman who wants the best for her family owned business. All without losing her Ice Princess persona (even while giving her dark skin) or changing her part in the story.
Colt fell in love with Lion hard (Gestures) long before he let his feelings get involved the first time. I keep wonder if it's going to work or if I'll be stuck rewriting his part again, but I've discovered that Colt motivation for playing along with being wooed by Lion makes a lot more sense if Colt is in love with Lion and wants him to be happy with his star (Python) even if Colt can't have him. It really will be a different story. And a longer one. I'm at 13.9k and only about one fifth in (the other whole story is 35k).
Title: Be My Queen
Chapter: Two of twenty-four
Genre: romance, het, bi/trans
Rating: PG
Content: distress, friends, annoyances, working properly, texts, tape, Diego
Length: 1k
Summary: Lavender worries that her little problem will show.
Lavender rushed into a stall and lifted up her skirt. Who was she fooling? She yanked down the undergarments that held her bits in place and then took deep, shaky breaths.
She wanted to lean against the cool metal of the stall door, but even though the bathroom was clean for a public restroom, who knew what was on the door that she couldn’t see?
She couldn’t go out. Not like this, but she couldn’t stay in the stall all night either. Although if she stayed in the bathroom long enough that guy, Diego, might go away.
Did she want him to go? He was very handsome and the way he’d look at her had melted her insides.
She shouldn’t be melting. She’d give herself way.
But his lips on her hand and the fire in his eyes…
No. No, she shouldn’t have let this happen at all.
“Lavender, honey,” said Viv from inside the bathroom. “What’s wrong?”
Lavender waved her hand over the stall door.
“That boy did something you didn’t like? Tell D. Viv all about it.”
Lavender rolled her eyes. The pain was subsiding, but it wasn’t gone. It was all Diego’s fault. What right did a man have to be so handsome? To look at her as if she were the only girl that mattered? As if she wasn’t just a normal girl, but the one prefect girl on the planet? “I’m all right.”
“No you’re not, baby.”
“I am.”
“Show me.”
Lavender stepped out of the stall. The bathroom door opened and three girls came in. They looked at Lavender as if she wasn’t worth wiping their feet on. Each of the girls claimed a sink, so Lavender couldn’t even wash her hands.
She felt naked and exposed with her bits not safely tucked away. She wouldn’t let them know that. She squared her shoulders, stood up straight, and pretended like they weren’t inconveniencing her at all, even though they were loud and obnoxious and she couldn’t talk to Viv with them around or text until her hands were clean.
A woman walked out of a stall and asked one of the girls to move. When she didn’t the woman reached around her to wash her hands and the girl got wet. That girl and her friends were offended, but the woman said to go ahead and tell the management. She’d be quite happy to tell her side of the story.
Lavender wished she were that brave and sure of herself. But maybe that woman didn’t have anything to hide.
The girls at the sink swore at the woman after she left, but followed soon after. Lavender checked to see if anyone was in a stall. She didn’t have long before more girls would come in. She tugged at the top of her undergarment and let it go with a snap.
Viv smirked. “He was hot.”
“And that’s the problem.”
“But at least you know everything’s working properly.”
Lavender didn’t want it to work properly. She didn’t want it to work at all.
A girl came into the bathroom. She stayed as far from Lavender and Viv as she could get. After she went into the stall, Midnight said, “That’s why I don’t use that kind.”
“But I never have this problem.” Lavender had seen handsome guys before and once or twice she’d gotten hard enough to be uncomfortable, but she’d never felt this kind of pain. “I can’t go back out.”
“I’ll fix it, sugar.” Viv whipped out her phone and sent a text. “Ariel always brings emergency tape.”
The timid girl dashed from the stall to the door without washing her hands. Disgusting.
“I’ll be in the handicap stall.” Lavender closed herself in.
Her phone buzzed. She’d missed three texts. The girls wanted to know where she was. Someone knocked at the stall door. Lavender saw Ariel through the crack and let her in.
Ariel’s purse was huge. She kept everything in it she might ever need, including a knife, rope, scissors, a change of clothes, plus a lighter and cigarettes although she didn’t smoke. She said they were as good as money and had saved her hide a time or two.
Lavender held up her skirt, pulled her underwear down her hips, and closed her eyes. She hated the feel of tape on her skin and that thing right there in front of her belly. Also how was she supposed to use the bathroom? It was a good thing she’d just gone.
“You have to think of him.”
Lavender opened her eyes. “What? Why?”
“So it won’t hurt…later.”
When Lavender got hard again. Someone came into the bathroom. Lavender couldn’t do this. She should just go home.
“Hurry up,” said Viv. “We’re all going to the park when you’re done.”
“He’s still here?”
“Of course he is, sugar. He’s waiting for you.”
“Good girl,” Ariel whispered.
The tape was going to be murder getting off. But maybe, just maybe, Diego wouldn’t notice the misshapen lump.
“All set.” Ariel stood up. She opened the door and slid out. Lavender followed a moment later. They didn’t need any weird rumors spread about them.
They got to the sinks just in time. Those stuck-up girls were back. Lavender and her friends washed their hands thoroughly then spruced up their makeup. The stuck-up girls sighed and rolled their eyes and then talked about rude people. They were talking about themselves.
When more girls came in the bathroom, Lavender stepped away from the sink. She got an extra piece of paper towel to open the door with and tossed it in the lobby garbage.
Diego stood up and looked straight at her. Her insides roiled. Maybe she’d eaten something bad. Or maybe she hadn’t eaten enough.
He took her hand as if he had every right to. She couldn’t make herself pull away. He smiled at her. Her body rebelled. She hated this thing, this body. Diego would hate it too.
If he knew.
Colt fell in love with Lion hard (Gestures) long before he let his feelings get involved the first time. I keep wonder if it's going to work or if I'll be stuck rewriting his part again, but I've discovered that Colt motivation for playing along with being wooed by Lion makes a lot more sense if Colt is in love with Lion and wants him to be happy with his star (Python) even if Colt can't have him. It really will be a different story. And a longer one. I'm at 13.9k and only about one fifth in (the other whole story is 35k).
Title: Be My Queen
Chapter: Two of twenty-four
Genre: romance, het, bi/trans
Rating: PG
Content: distress, friends, annoyances, working properly, texts, tape, Diego
Length: 1k
Summary: Lavender worries that her little problem will show.
Lavender rushed into a stall and lifted up her skirt. Who was she fooling? She yanked down the undergarments that held her bits in place and then took deep, shaky breaths.
She wanted to lean against the cool metal of the stall door, but even though the bathroom was clean for a public restroom, who knew what was on the door that she couldn’t see?
She couldn’t go out. Not like this, but she couldn’t stay in the stall all night either. Although if she stayed in the bathroom long enough that guy, Diego, might go away.
Did she want him to go? He was very handsome and the way he’d look at her had melted her insides.
She shouldn’t be melting. She’d give herself way.
But his lips on her hand and the fire in his eyes…
No. No, she shouldn’t have let this happen at all.
“Lavender, honey,” said Viv from inside the bathroom. “What’s wrong?”
Lavender waved her hand over the stall door.
“That boy did something you didn’t like? Tell D. Viv all about it.”
Lavender rolled her eyes. The pain was subsiding, but it wasn’t gone. It was all Diego’s fault. What right did a man have to be so handsome? To look at her as if she were the only girl that mattered? As if she wasn’t just a normal girl, but the one prefect girl on the planet? “I’m all right.”
“No you’re not, baby.”
“I am.”
“Show me.”
Lavender stepped out of the stall. The bathroom door opened and three girls came in. They looked at Lavender as if she wasn’t worth wiping their feet on. Each of the girls claimed a sink, so Lavender couldn’t even wash her hands.
She felt naked and exposed with her bits not safely tucked away. She wouldn’t let them know that. She squared her shoulders, stood up straight, and pretended like they weren’t inconveniencing her at all, even though they were loud and obnoxious and she couldn’t talk to Viv with them around or text until her hands were clean.
A woman walked out of a stall and asked one of the girls to move. When she didn’t the woman reached around her to wash her hands and the girl got wet. That girl and her friends were offended, but the woman said to go ahead and tell the management. She’d be quite happy to tell her side of the story.
Lavender wished she were that brave and sure of herself. But maybe that woman didn’t have anything to hide.
The girls at the sink swore at the woman after she left, but followed soon after. Lavender checked to see if anyone was in a stall. She didn’t have long before more girls would come in. She tugged at the top of her undergarment and let it go with a snap.
Viv smirked. “He was hot.”
“And that’s the problem.”
“But at least you know everything’s working properly.”
Lavender didn’t want it to work properly. She didn’t want it to work at all.
A girl came into the bathroom. She stayed as far from Lavender and Viv as she could get. After she went into the stall, Midnight said, “That’s why I don’t use that kind.”
“But I never have this problem.” Lavender had seen handsome guys before and once or twice she’d gotten hard enough to be uncomfortable, but she’d never felt this kind of pain. “I can’t go back out.”
“I’ll fix it, sugar.” Viv whipped out her phone and sent a text. “Ariel always brings emergency tape.”
The timid girl dashed from the stall to the door without washing her hands. Disgusting.
“I’ll be in the handicap stall.” Lavender closed herself in.
Her phone buzzed. She’d missed three texts. The girls wanted to know where she was. Someone knocked at the stall door. Lavender saw Ariel through the crack and let her in.
Ariel’s purse was huge. She kept everything in it she might ever need, including a knife, rope, scissors, a change of clothes, plus a lighter and cigarettes although she didn’t smoke. She said they were as good as money and had saved her hide a time or two.
Lavender held up her skirt, pulled her underwear down her hips, and closed her eyes. She hated the feel of tape on her skin and that thing right there in front of her belly. Also how was she supposed to use the bathroom? It was a good thing she’d just gone.
“You have to think of him.”
Lavender opened her eyes. “What? Why?”
“So it won’t hurt…later.”
When Lavender got hard again. Someone came into the bathroom. Lavender couldn’t do this. She should just go home.
“Hurry up,” said Viv. “We’re all going to the park when you’re done.”
“He’s still here?”
“Of course he is, sugar. He’s waiting for you.”
“Good girl,” Ariel whispered.
The tape was going to be murder getting off. But maybe, just maybe, Diego wouldn’t notice the misshapen lump.
“All set.” Ariel stood up. She opened the door and slid out. Lavender followed a moment later. They didn’t need any weird rumors spread about them.
They got to the sinks just in time. Those stuck-up girls were back. Lavender and her friends washed their hands thoroughly then spruced up their makeup. The stuck-up girls sighed and rolled their eyes and then talked about rude people. They were talking about themselves.
When more girls came in the bathroom, Lavender stepped away from the sink. She got an extra piece of paper towel to open the door with and tossed it in the lobby garbage.
Diego stood up and looked straight at her. Her insides roiled. Maybe she’d eaten something bad. Or maybe she hadn’t eaten enough.
He took her hand as if he had every right to. She couldn’t make herself pull away. He smiled at her. Her body rebelled. She hated this thing, this body. Diego would hate it too.
If he knew.