Useless Lesbian + Tactless (Tactful) + Public Indecency
Title: The adventures of Baekhee The All-Girls Catholic Boarding School Lesbian Student
Group: EXO
Pairing: Baekhee/Jungin, Baekhee/Junghae, Baekhee/Kyungsoon
Rating: R
Length: Total of 2,217 words
Summary: In which Baekhee 1. makes a fool of herself in front of her kouhai crush, 2. gets sexually harassed by her supposedly straight friend, and 3. sexually harasses her not-straight-but-reluctant-to-enjoy-the-moment other friend.
A/N: I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. AND I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.
It's a sad coincidence that Junyeon and Eunyeol are talking about the sports event right before Baekhee spots ~her~. It's sad, because Junyeon and Eunyeol were talking exactly about how great it was to have Jungin as an ace for the dance-off, since the rival house blah blah Baekhee entirely misses the rest because she's already thinking about what kind of outfit she'll try to sweet-talk Jungin into. Jungin is younger than her, beautifully tanned, with strong forearms and a beautiful backside, and Baekhee's lonely lesbian heart cannot resist any opportunities of taking a teensy tiny bit of advantage of her. No matter what kind of consequences she ends up having to face.
Anyway, the coincidence is sad because it makes Baekhee think about Jungin's body, and that's what she's thinking about when she spots Jungin walking right. in front. of her. Her plaid skirt sashays at every step, and goddamn it, maybe if Baekhee crouched a little and tilted her head just right....
"What in the name of the Holy Spirit are you doing?" Eunyeol startles her out of her reverie, and Baekhee is surprised to find her own head tilted to the side, to the point where her neck is straining. Bloody subconscious. Eunyeol laughs. "Yah, you should really leave Junginnie alone!"
It's a sad, very sad coincidence that the campus goes a little quieter at that very moment, and Eunyeol's ridiculously loud voice gets carried on the wind and reaches Jungin's ears. Baekee swears she sees the freshman flinch at the sound - Eunyeol isn't as subtle as her best friend when it comes to appreciating Kim Jungin's existence - and watches, in slow motion, as Jungin looks over her shoulder in terror, ceases to watch her step, trips on whatever, and falls to her knees,
her plaid skirt flipping all the way up, like in the mangas Sehyun smuggles into the dorms once in a while.
Baekhee had never pegged Jungin for the plain stripped cotton type, but, thinking back, perhaps she should have.
"Baekhee!!" Junyeon hisses, two steps behind her younger friends. "Eunyeol! Go help her!!"
It's the same as saying nothing. Baekhee is too busy staring. Eunyeol is too busy passing out. Jungin is scrambling for her books, and God, sweet beautiful God, her skirt won't flip back down.
"Oh, for Pete's sake!" Junyeon snarls in a rare bout of rage, hitting both Baekhee and Eunyeol on the head with her heavy, leather-bound hardcover copy of The Holy Bible. "Sinners! Both of you!! Useless ones, at that!!" And she rushes to help Jungin up, discreetly fixing her skirt for her while asking her if she's hurt.
Maybe it's because of that that Jungin pointedly avoids both Baekhee and Eunyeol for the rest of the month, up till the actual date of the sports day, but is eager to chat with Junyeon over lunch and carry her books for her. Maybe it's Baekhee's debt with God for being an useless lesbian that makes her heart so heavy that she ends up being glum during all of sports day until Jungin approaches her and timidly starts a casual, not-panties-related conversation.
Maybe it's just a sad coincidence.
Or, Baekhee thinks as Jungin laughs at one of her jokes, some leftover make-up darkening the corner of her eyes, maybe it's just a coincidence. A neutral one. For now.
Junghae's problem, Baekhee thinks, is that she's too straight to have some tact regarding certain issues. She changes in front of Baekhee, for instance, which forces Baekhee to shriek and look away hastily, demanding for her roommate to have some decency. She also leaves bras everywhere in the room - atop of her chair, on the desk, all over her bed, and even on Baekhee's bed. For God's sake. It's like no one respects Baekhee's will of steering all her thoughts of Junghae away from the sexual realm. SHE'S DOING IT FOR THE FRIENDSHIP!
Lord Jesus must be getting back at her for staring at Jungin's ass that one time. That's the only explanation to why Junghae is sitting on Baekhee's bed, wearing the softest looking cotton pajamas ever made, talking about. Boobs.
Her boobs, specifically.
"I mean, they don't look bad?" She says, peeking into her shirt, and Baekhee chokes a loud sigh down. "But they're so weird to the touch. Like, they're all.... limp."
"That's how boobs are supposed to work," Baekhee, the authority in all boob matters, reassures her. "They're soft. If they weren't, they wouldn't be okay."
"Yeah, but..." Junghae pouts. At her boobs. Baekhee wants out. Actually, she wants in. She's not sure what she wants, which makes everything much worse. "Look, touch them. I'm sure they're not right."
Baekhyun frowns and widens her eyes at the same time. "Excuse moi?" But Junghae is already unbottoning her top, and she's obviously braless because Lord Jesus wants to have a real hard laugh at Baekhee tonight.
"Here, touch," Junghae simply grabs Baekhee's hands and puts them. On. Her. Boobs. Skin on Skin. Baekhee can feel the nipples against her palms!!!!1111!! "Is this right? Are they like yours?"
"Aahahahahaha... ahn.... haha" Baekhee is going to have a nosebleed now. And die. So Jesus can have the last laugh and send her to hell himself. "They... feel alright?"
Junghae is unfortunately skeptic and suspicious of Baekhee's vague (horny) voice intonation. "I don't believe you," she says, and reaches for the hem of Baekhee's night shirt. Baekhee's shriek wakes nuns all over the country up.
"NOT THE BOOBS," is what she says.
"CALM DOWN," Junghae demands, somehow still managing to find The Boobs despite all the squirming Baekhee is performing (her hands still on Junghae's chest). A squeeze. Baekhee whimpers. "Ooh, yours are really soft."
"For the love of Mary, let go," Baekhee pleads, but she doesn't let go either so what's the fucking point.
"No need to panic, sis, I'm just studying," Junghae says, but her hands say something entirely different. Baekhee is starting to feel the flames of hell burning from inside. Only, they feel familiarly good. "Your nipples are different too." A light flick of thumb. Baekhee is freaking out.
"Junghae, I'm dead ass serious," Baekhee whispers, closing her eyes as she finally lets go of Junghae's B-Cups Of Wonders. "Unless you want to do some very gay stuff with me, and by gay stuff I mean literally gay stuff, with vaginas touching and all, you better let go of my boobs, get off me, and go the heck back to your bed."
Wow, she even said 'heck'. She really is a sinner. Junghae's motions stop. Baekhee cracks an eye open to see the bastard grinning at her, straddling her, pajama stop still open with her breast out for the world (??) to see.
"Well, I was hoping you'd suggest me that," she shrugs. Lewdly. How is it possible? No one knows. "I have some questions about... down there, too, you know."
She finally lets go of Baekhee's boobs, which are tinted with the same shade of pink that colour her cheeks and thighs, and lets her hands make their way down, leisurely reaching for the hem of Baekhee's boyshorts.
"Do you want to touch mine first?"
And thus, coming as a surprise for all mortals, Baekhee managed to get the last laugh. ("Thank you, Lord Jesus," she briefly thought as Junghae moaned and begged for more under her ministrations. "Thank you for the meal.")
As sad as it might sound, most of Kyungsoon’s problems would be easily solved with one single trip to the past. If God granted her this one sole wish, she’d be able to go back to her childhood and play dumb at school, pretend she wasn’t miles ahead her class in every subject. If she did that, perhaps her parents wouldn’t have made her enter a bloody boarding school - it’s one of the most prestigious schools in the country, darling, there’s five labs and a theater and et cetera - nor would they’ve made her skip a year.
Think about that. One trip back in time, and Kyungsoon wouldn’t be in Baekhee’s class. She would never even have met Baekhee. She wouldn’t even know Baekhee exists.
But, of course, God isn’t that merciful after all.
So there is Do Kyungsoon. There she is, sitting at the very back of the classroom while Sister Woojung gives them the first lecture of the year, a lengthy speech about how second year of high school is nothing like the first year, about responsibilities and the code of honor and she’s talking about the wardrobe restrictions when Kyungsoon spots something to her right from the corner of her eye.
It’s Baekhee.
God damn her to hell. Why does she always manage to catch Kyungsoon’s attention without even signaling for her to look? It’s like she can send telepathic signs, hey, Kyungsoon, look at what I’m doing now, and Kyungsoon’s eyes immediately seek her desk, in the row in front of hers and one seat to the right. Only, they’re not freshmen anymore, so, instead of being at Kyungsoon’s right, Baekhee is sitting right in front of her. It startles Kyungsoon for a second.
Atop of Baekhee’s desk, there’s a mirror, a pocket mirror that doesn’t stand tall enough for Sister Woojung to spot. When Kyungsoon spares it a glance, her eyes lock with Baekhee’s through the mirror.
Baekhee smirks.
Kyungsoon is alarmed.
She’s sure there’s something she’s missing about the scene in front of her. In the distance, Sister Woojung talks about summer uniforms, and the proper length for their skirts. The class barely pays attention. The girl sitting at Kyungsoon’s immediate right is blatantly napping. Baekhee is still smirking. And biting her lip. Her upper body arches all-so-slightly against the chair.
Kyungsoon hears a subtle sound. Fabric. With an ominous feeling of foreboding blooming in her stomach, she looks down, to where Baekhee’s chair meets the wall. The plaid fabric of Baekhee’s skirt is crumpled, revealing some of her thigh, and she has. She has a hand under her own skirt.
Baekhee chuckles silently as Kyungsoon widens her eyes. She bits her lip again.
“This uniform talk,” she whispers to Kyungsoon, voice so quiet that one could mistake it for the whistle of the breeze. “Gets to me like whoa.”
Kyungsoon does not answer. She just stares at her classmate and friend with eyes comically wide, mouth shut, refusing to appear anything other than absolutely scandalized. There are other thirty-eight girls in the classroom. There’s a bloody nun in the classroom. And Baekhee-Baekhee is-
“Girls look so hot in plaid skirts.” It’s amazing how someone so loud can be so quiet when the times call for it. “Don’t you think so, Kyungsoon?”
Her back arches again, a little less subtly, and she disguises it as her usual fidgeting on the seat. Her hand is still under her skirt, and Kyungsoon can swear she hears it moving. Hell, she can even see it moving, nestled under the fabric of Baekhee’s lace knickers, index and middle finger rubbing against her clit as the thumb and the ring finger spread her labia slightly apart, glistening with subtle moisture. Kyungsoon wants to hurt Baekhee. Violently so.
“You,” Kyungsoon growls, and it comes a little louder than she expected - loud enough to startle Baekhee still. To both their luck, Sister Woojung did not hear a sond, as she was passionately going over how important Sports’ Day is for everyone.
“Me?” Baekhee purrs back, silently resuming her indecent behavior.
“Stop,” Kyungsoon leans forward to whisper ominously against Baekhee’s neck. “Or else…”
To Kyungsoon’s intense desmay, Baekhee does not stop; she rolls her eyes, panting quietly, and her hand starts to move faster. Forget hurting Baekhee; Kyungsoon wants to downright kill her.
“Say it again.” Kyungsoon is sure she’s being made fun of, and clasps her lips shut, glaring at Baekhee through the mirror. When she does, she’s terrified to see the jesting glint almost gone from her eyes, replaced with a mist of lust. Oh no. She’s being serious. “Kyungsoon, say it.”
“Shut. Up.” Kyungsoon watches the effect her words have on Baekhee, the way her lips tremble as she tries to hold the moans back, the unfocused eyes, the brief peek of tongue. “Save it for the dorm. You’re a pervert, Baekhee.” Baekhee swallows. Kyungsoon leans closer, lips against her shoulder, voice even quieter. “You’re a slut.”
Watching Baekhee have a silent orgasm in a full classroom as one of the school’s scariest nuns gives them a speech about honor and decency in school is terrifying. It’s absolutely terrifying, as well as shaming, and Kyungsoon looks around several times to search for possible witnesses, her knees trembling from the adrenaline rush.
She leans back onto her seat, fidgeting slightly, and cringes. My God, her panties are soaked.
remind me 2 thank u 2nite, says a note slipped onto her desk much later, during their first period of math as second year students. An unexpected surge of heat starts to simmer low in her belly, and Kyungsoon realizes, horrified, that it’s much probably a feeling called “anticipation”.
Perhaps the reason why God won’t grant her that time-travel is because he knows, as He knows all things, that her prayers for it are a tiny little bit insincere.
Group: EXO
Pairing: Baekhee/Jungin, Baekhee/Junghae, Baekhee/Kyungsoon
Rating: R
Length: Total of 2,217 words
Summary: In which Baekhee 1. makes a fool of herself in front of her kouhai crush, 2. gets sexually harassed by her supposedly straight friend, and 3. sexually harasses her not-straight-but-reluctant-to-enjoy-the-moment other friend.
A/N: I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. AND I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.
It's a sad coincidence that Junyeon and Eunyeol are talking about the sports event right before Baekhee spots ~her~. It's sad, because Junyeon and Eunyeol were talking exactly about how great it was to have Jungin as an ace for the dance-off, since the rival house blah blah Baekhee entirely misses the rest because she's already thinking about what kind of outfit she'll try to sweet-talk Jungin into. Jungin is younger than her, beautifully tanned, with strong forearms and a beautiful backside, and Baekhee's lonely lesbian heart cannot resist any opportunities of taking a teensy tiny bit of advantage of her. No matter what kind of consequences she ends up having to face.
Anyway, the coincidence is sad because it makes Baekhee think about Jungin's body, and that's what she's thinking about when she spots Jungin walking right. in front. of her. Her plaid skirt sashays at every step, and goddamn it, maybe if Baekhee crouched a little and tilted her head just right....
"What in the name of the Holy Spirit are you doing?" Eunyeol startles her out of her reverie, and Baekhee is surprised to find her own head tilted to the side, to the point where her neck is straining. Bloody subconscious. Eunyeol laughs. "Yah, you should really leave Junginnie alone!"
It's a sad, very sad coincidence that the campus goes a little quieter at that very moment, and Eunyeol's ridiculously loud voice gets carried on the wind and reaches Jungin's ears. Baekee swears she sees the freshman flinch at the sound - Eunyeol isn't as subtle as her best friend when it comes to appreciating Kim Jungin's existence - and watches, in slow motion, as Jungin looks over her shoulder in terror, ceases to watch her step, trips on whatever, and falls to her knees,
her plaid skirt flipping all the way up, like in the mangas Sehyun smuggles into the dorms once in a while.
Baekhee had never pegged Jungin for the plain stripped cotton type, but, thinking back, perhaps she should have.
"Baekhee!!" Junyeon hisses, two steps behind her younger friends. "Eunyeol! Go help her!!"
It's the same as saying nothing. Baekhee is too busy staring. Eunyeol is too busy passing out. Jungin is scrambling for her books, and God, sweet beautiful God, her skirt won't flip back down.
"Oh, for Pete's sake!" Junyeon snarls in a rare bout of rage, hitting both Baekhee and Eunyeol on the head with her heavy, leather-bound hardcover copy of The Holy Bible. "Sinners! Both of you!! Useless ones, at that!!" And she rushes to help Jungin up, discreetly fixing her skirt for her while asking her if she's hurt.
Maybe it's because of that that Jungin pointedly avoids both Baekhee and Eunyeol for the rest of the month, up till the actual date of the sports day, but is eager to chat with Junyeon over lunch and carry her books for her. Maybe it's Baekhee's debt with God for being an useless lesbian that makes her heart so heavy that she ends up being glum during all of sports day until Jungin approaches her and timidly starts a casual, not-panties-related conversation.
Maybe it's just a sad coincidence.
Or, Baekhee thinks as Jungin laughs at one of her jokes, some leftover make-up darkening the corner of her eyes, maybe it's just a coincidence. A neutral one. For now.
Junghae's problem, Baekhee thinks, is that she's too straight to have some tact regarding certain issues. She changes in front of Baekhee, for instance, which forces Baekhee to shriek and look away hastily, demanding for her roommate to have some decency. She also leaves bras everywhere in the room - atop of her chair, on the desk, all over her bed, and even on Baekhee's bed. For God's sake. It's like no one respects Baekhee's will of steering all her thoughts of Junghae away from the sexual realm. SHE'S DOING IT FOR THE FRIENDSHIP!
Lord Jesus must be getting back at her for staring at Jungin's ass that one time. That's the only explanation to why Junghae is sitting on Baekhee's bed, wearing the softest looking cotton pajamas ever made, talking about. Boobs.
Her boobs, specifically.
"I mean, they don't look bad?" She says, peeking into her shirt, and Baekhee chokes a loud sigh down. "But they're so weird to the touch. Like, they're all.... limp."
"That's how boobs are supposed to work," Baekhee, the authority in all boob matters, reassures her. "They're soft. If they weren't, they wouldn't be okay."
"Yeah, but..." Junghae pouts. At her boobs. Baekhee wants out. Actually, she wants in. She's not sure what she wants, which makes everything much worse. "Look, touch them. I'm sure they're not right."
Baekhyun frowns and widens her eyes at the same time. "Excuse moi?" But Junghae is already unbottoning her top, and she's obviously braless because Lord Jesus wants to have a real hard laugh at Baekhee tonight.
"Here, touch," Junghae simply grabs Baekhee's hands and puts them. On. Her. Boobs. Skin on Skin. Baekhee can feel the nipples against her palms!!!!1111!! "Is this right? Are they like yours?"
"Aahahahahaha... ahn.... haha" Baekhee is going to have a nosebleed now. And die. So Jesus can have the last laugh and send her to hell himself. "They... feel alright?"
Junghae is unfortunately skeptic and suspicious of Baekhee's vague (horny) voice intonation. "I don't believe you," she says, and reaches for the hem of Baekhee's night shirt. Baekhee's shriek wakes nuns all over the country up.
"NOT THE BOOBS," is what she says.
"CALM DOWN," Junghae demands, somehow still managing to find The Boobs despite all the squirming Baekhee is performing (her hands still on Junghae's chest). A squeeze. Baekhee whimpers. "Ooh, yours are really soft."
"For the love of Mary, let go," Baekhee pleads, but she doesn't let go either so what's the fucking point.
"No need to panic, sis, I'm just studying," Junghae says, but her hands say something entirely different. Baekhee is starting to feel the flames of hell burning from inside. Only, they feel familiarly good. "Your nipples are different too." A light flick of thumb. Baekhee is freaking out.
"Junghae, I'm dead ass serious," Baekhee whispers, closing her eyes as she finally lets go of Junghae's B-Cups Of Wonders. "Unless you want to do some very gay stuff with me, and by gay stuff I mean literally gay stuff, with vaginas touching and all, you better let go of my boobs, get off me, and go the heck back to your bed."
Wow, she even said 'heck'. She really is a sinner. Junghae's motions stop. Baekhee cracks an eye open to see the bastard grinning at her, straddling her, pajama stop still open with her breast out for the world (??) to see.
"Well, I was hoping you'd suggest me that," she shrugs. Lewdly. How is it possible? No one knows. "I have some questions about... down there, too, you know."
She finally lets go of Baekhee's boobs, which are tinted with the same shade of pink that colour her cheeks and thighs, and lets her hands make their way down, leisurely reaching for the hem of Baekhee's boyshorts.
"Do you want to touch mine first?"
And thus, coming as a surprise for all mortals, Baekhee managed to get the last laugh. ("Thank you, Lord Jesus," she briefly thought as Junghae moaned and begged for more under her ministrations. "Thank you for the meal.")
As sad as it might sound, most of Kyungsoon’s problems would be easily solved with one single trip to the past. If God granted her this one sole wish, she’d be able to go back to her childhood and play dumb at school, pretend she wasn’t miles ahead her class in every subject. If she did that, perhaps her parents wouldn’t have made her enter a bloody boarding school - it’s one of the most prestigious schools in the country, darling, there’s five labs and a theater and et cetera - nor would they’ve made her skip a year.
Think about that. One trip back in time, and Kyungsoon wouldn’t be in Baekhee’s class. She would never even have met Baekhee. She wouldn’t even know Baekhee exists.
But, of course, God isn’t that merciful after all.
So there is Do Kyungsoon. There she is, sitting at the very back of the classroom while Sister Woojung gives them the first lecture of the year, a lengthy speech about how second year of high school is nothing like the first year, about responsibilities and the code of honor and she’s talking about the wardrobe restrictions when Kyungsoon spots something to her right from the corner of her eye.
It’s Baekhee.
God damn her to hell. Why does she always manage to catch Kyungsoon’s attention without even signaling for her to look? It’s like she can send telepathic signs, hey, Kyungsoon, look at what I’m doing now, and Kyungsoon’s eyes immediately seek her desk, in the row in front of hers and one seat to the right. Only, they’re not freshmen anymore, so, instead of being at Kyungsoon’s right, Baekhee is sitting right in front of her. It startles Kyungsoon for a second.
Atop of Baekhee’s desk, there’s a mirror, a pocket mirror that doesn’t stand tall enough for Sister Woojung to spot. When Kyungsoon spares it a glance, her eyes lock with Baekhee’s through the mirror.
Baekhee smirks.
Kyungsoon is alarmed.
She’s sure there’s something she’s missing about the scene in front of her. In the distance, Sister Woojung talks about summer uniforms, and the proper length for their skirts. The class barely pays attention. The girl sitting at Kyungsoon’s immediate right is blatantly napping. Baekhee is still smirking. And biting her lip. Her upper body arches all-so-slightly against the chair.
Kyungsoon hears a subtle sound. Fabric. With an ominous feeling of foreboding blooming in her stomach, she looks down, to where Baekhee’s chair meets the wall. The plaid fabric of Baekhee’s skirt is crumpled, revealing some of her thigh, and she has. She has a hand under her own skirt.
Baekhee chuckles silently as Kyungsoon widens her eyes. She bits her lip again.
“This uniform talk,” she whispers to Kyungsoon, voice so quiet that one could mistake it for the whistle of the breeze. “Gets to me like whoa.”
Kyungsoon does not answer. She just stares at her classmate and friend with eyes comically wide, mouth shut, refusing to appear anything other than absolutely scandalized. There are other thirty-eight girls in the classroom. There’s a bloody nun in the classroom. And Baekhee-Baekhee is-
“Girls look so hot in plaid skirts.” It’s amazing how someone so loud can be so quiet when the times call for it. “Don’t you think so, Kyungsoon?”
Her back arches again, a little less subtly, and she disguises it as her usual fidgeting on the seat. Her hand is still under her skirt, and Kyungsoon can swear she hears it moving. Hell, she can even see it moving, nestled under the fabric of Baekhee’s lace knickers, index and middle finger rubbing against her clit as the thumb and the ring finger spread her labia slightly apart, glistening with subtle moisture. Kyungsoon wants to hurt Baekhee. Violently so.
“You,” Kyungsoon growls, and it comes a little louder than she expected - loud enough to startle Baekhee still. To both their luck, Sister Woojung did not hear a sond, as she was passionately going over how important Sports’ Day is for everyone.
“Me?” Baekhee purrs back, silently resuming her indecent behavior.
“Stop,” Kyungsoon leans forward to whisper ominously against Baekhee’s neck. “Or else…”
To Kyungsoon’s intense desmay, Baekhee does not stop; she rolls her eyes, panting quietly, and her hand starts to move faster. Forget hurting Baekhee; Kyungsoon wants to downright kill her.
“Say it again.” Kyungsoon is sure she’s being made fun of, and clasps her lips shut, glaring at Baekhee through the mirror. When she does, she’s terrified to see the jesting glint almost gone from her eyes, replaced with a mist of lust. Oh no. She’s being serious. “Kyungsoon, say it.”
“Shut. Up.” Kyungsoon watches the effect her words have on Baekhee, the way her lips tremble as she tries to hold the moans back, the unfocused eyes, the brief peek of tongue. “Save it for the dorm. You’re a pervert, Baekhee.” Baekhee swallows. Kyungsoon leans closer, lips against her shoulder, voice even quieter. “You’re a slut.”
Watching Baekhee have a silent orgasm in a full classroom as one of the school’s scariest nuns gives them a speech about honor and decency in school is terrifying. It’s absolutely terrifying, as well as shaming, and Kyungsoon looks around several times to search for possible witnesses, her knees trembling from the adrenaline rush.
She leans back onto her seat, fidgeting slightly, and cringes. My God, her panties are soaked.
remind me 2 thank u 2nite, says a note slipped onto her desk much later, during their first period of math as second year students. An unexpected surge of heat starts to simmer low in her belly, and Kyungsoon realizes, horrified, that it’s much probably a feeling called “anticipation”.
Perhaps the reason why God won’t grant her that time-travel is because he knows, as He knows all things, that her prayers for it are a tiny little bit insincere.