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Day 333, Word Count: 2291
Theme: November; Write Until You Drop
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She knows that's what happens with Taylor, and even though their schedules are a little crazy, they make it work out and it's a good set-up. They don't really scene all that much, because Taylor sometimes just wants to cuddle with her and watch a romantic comedy or something. Chris is cool with that and it's weirdly refreshing that Taylor doesn't pressure her for sex at all because it all happens on her own terms,
Chris can see how mixing sex and kink works well for a lot of people, but she likes it about as much as when Aidan canes her. Maybe more. It's not that she hates caning, it's just that it's not her favorite thing and she'd really rather have him tie her up or spank her. So she thinks it probably surprises Taylor a little when she brings it up, especially with the way that they've been doing things so far.
"Okay," Chris stretches out next to Taylor, "We should have the sex talk now."
"I thought we had that talk," Taylor rolls over to look at Chris, "You don't want to have sex with me or anyone else."
"I said for the purposes of that discussion. Besides, I really want to fuck you with a strap-on."
"I'm okay with that," Taylor snuggles in closer to her, "I mean, so long as you can look my mother in the eye and know that you did it."
Chris blinks, "Oh god. Are your parents going to freak if they ask what I do and I tell them what my actual job is? Should I lie?"
"They'll probably look at you a little funny, but they've lived in San Francisco forever. They're pretty used to people with off-color jobs. Are you sure that you want to come with me for Christmas? I mean," Taylor worries his lower lip, "You don't. My family's not."
"I do," Chris touches their foreheads together, "I just didn't want to make your parents hate me. I've never met anyone's parents before."
"You've met Aidan's parents and Avery's parents," Taylor says, "haven't you?"
"They usually come here," Chris admits, "it's a little different. I've never been taken to someone else's house and presented to parents."
"First time for everything," Taylor kisses her gently, "It'll be fine, don't worry."
Even though he says not to, Chris worries about it. Aidan sighs and steers her into her room and dresses her up for an hour straight. He finally decides to be constructive and help Chris pick out her outfit for the party, which is similar to what she wore for Taylor's play.
It's subtly Christmas-y because Aidan is a sucker for things like that, and Chris smooths her hands over the red and grey tartan skirt. He pairs it with a cream sweater worn over a mustard-y yellow long-sleeved shirt that matches the accents in the tartan of the skirt. There's cream wool socks and grey heels too. Sometimes Chris wonders if Aidan just wants her to have a social life so he can dress her up.
On the whole, Chris doesn't own a lot of jewelery. She owns a lot of simple stud earrings and some pendants on chains, but nothing fancy. It's all trinkets that caught her eye or that Aidan bought for her because he wanted more things to dress her up in, except for one thing. She knows what Aidan is pulling out of her jewelry box before he turns back towards her, because it can only be one piece of jewelry.
When he turns he's got her eighteenth birthday present in his hands, the oval ruby set into an ornate frame like a bloody looking glass. It's the only piece of jewelery her father has ever bought for her, and it's the only piece of jewelery in her box that she never wears. She loves it, used to wear it frequently while she was running away from her family and everything they stood for, but she hasn't since. Aidan knows that, but he fastens it around her neck anyway. Chris brings her finger up to it automatically, fingers resting on the stone.
"Won't this make me look like a bitch?"
"No," Aidan steps away to look at her, "If it were large or gaudy, maybe, but you've got to get over your weird money hangups sometime."
"What kind of girl asks for a ruby necklace for her birthday, Aidan? It's stupid."
"The kind of girl who already has her prom dress planned and knows exactly what necklace she wants to match it. Stop worrying, sweetheart."
Chris opens her mouth to say something and then closes it again, fingers closing around the pendant. Aidan hugs her, swaying gently. She should change out of the clothes and back into more comfortable clothes so they're ready for the weekend, but she lets Aidan rock her. He lets go after a minute and Chris smiles at him, fingers still curled around the pendant, before she shoos him out of her room, laughing.
When she wanders back into the living room, Aidan's emerging from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, and Chris flops down on the couch. With Christmas falling on a weekend, Chris had a week and a half of free time that she spent trying not to worry and failing miserably. When Taylor finally came to pick her up, though, Aidan had smoothed her sweater flat and told her not to worry because it would be okay.
And yeah, okay. Taylor's twining his fingers with hers and she breathes out, breath a small puff in the chill, before they head out. She hums obnoxious Christmas songs while they're BARTing to Taylor's parents place and Taylor joins in, quietly singing along with her.
She makes it all the way to the front door of the house before she starts tapping her fingers against her leg nervously and attempting calm. Taylor squeezes her hand, and Chris stills her nervous twitch as he rings the doorbell. It opens a moment later to a enthusiastic woman. She says something that Chris autotranslates to "Taylor! I'm so glad to see you!" and then turns to Chris, looking her over thoroughly.
"Taylor, is this the young lady you've been telling me about?"
"Si, mama. This is Chris, who I rescued from her mother's crazy Manhattan party in New York."
"It's, um. Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Santiago."
"Taylor has been telling us all about you! Come in, come in - don't stand out there in the cold!"
Ushered inside, Chris is immediately struck by how warm and cozy it is. It's full of people and energy and /life/, which Chris loves. Taylor takes her around, introducing her to people left and right, and Chris tries to keep all their names straight but she can't manage it. She gives up at some point and just lets herself enjoy the swirl of people who are asking about her and how she met Taylor. It's good.
(She does tell an edited version of how they met, skipping over their first meeting because there are children around and listening in.)
For the most part, she doesn't mention what she does for a living because she's not sure how to explain being a dominatrix to a child. She tells them the short version, which is that she owns a buisness with her best friend and she handles all the money and scheduling. They seem to be okay with that answer, and Taylor keeps giving her inquisitive glaces, but she assures him that she's okay. It's fine.
In fact, Taylor's family takes a liking to her, watching as she sits with the children and tells them mostly true stories about Aidan. They're framed as fairytales, and Taylor sits next to her and tells other stories, ones that she's never heard before about him as a child. Chris likes dealing with children when they go home at the end of the night, because it'd be weird to hate small children. They're cute.
She doesn't want to do it all the time, because children are constantly exhausting in a way that pets like puppies and kittens aren't. They need to be constantly watched, need to be taught so many things that it's like she's teaching newcomers to the scene or something. It's sort of weird to be thinking about it like that, but Chris finds that a lot of the same principles apply. Aidan would be a good father. Although, by that logic she would make a good mother, and somehow Chris doubts that. Girls become their mothers, or so they usually say.
Taylor stands, holding out his hand for her and Chris takes it, letting him lead her to the dining room and pull out her chair for her. It crosses her mind to wonder if people just think he's being nice or if they know that he's picked up some habits from Avery recently. It doesn't actually make any sense, because none of the people in the room with her know Avery and they wouldn't know that Taylor had.
Absently, Chris murmurs a thank you while she looks at the people around her and wonders about them, what they would think of the real her. Well, real in a certain sense. This her is just as real, it's just the version that's kid-friendly and pretends her job doesn't matter. It shouldn't matter, anyway, but the images of BDSM that people get exposed to are so shitty that they're afraid of it for whatever reason.
People who don't have high pain thresholds don't understand that being hurt when you need to be hurt is a good thing, the best thing. They don't understand the way it can ground you or set you free or help you feel right in your skin when you feel all wrong in your skin. Chris doesn't even know how to explain that, because it's something that's hard to explain if you've never felt it even in the slightest.
"How are you holding up? Is this better than your mother's crazy Manhattan party? Are you ready to run away yet?"
"It's loads better, trust me. I love your family, I'm never going to leave."
Chris smiles, a tiny quirk of her lips, as Taylor serves her tamales and other homecooked food that actually looks as good as it tastes. Dinner is some eating, mostly talking and rehashing old family stories that Chris takes in, especially when they involve Taylor at all. Apparently he was kind of a handful problem child, and his family has a seemingly endless number of stories about his stupid stunts. She loves them, trading a story or two about her own embarrassing younger years in return. Taylor's heard them before, but laughs anyway.
"Basically," Chris laughs, "I think every person is probably a little bit stupid when they're younger. It's the perk of being young."
"It is a fact of life," one of Taylor's uncles says, "You don't learn unless you are being stupid, usually."
"And you learn so you don't stay stupid," Taylor responds, like it's a given, "si, you told me that and I never listened to you."
"That is because people never follow advice when it is good. I told you that also."
"Ah, I seem to recall that," Taylor shrugs helplessly, "Maybe I just don't follow your advice, tio."
The rest of the dinner passes like that, and Chris eats so much that she actually feels like she's going into a food coma or something. Taylor's mom is the kind of mom where she never thinks you've eaten enough and she keeps telling you to eat until you actually can't. She's kind of jealous of the kids who zoom back to the living room and sit to wait for their presents., they have so much energy leftover.
Presents are different from what Chris is used to. Taylor's mom hands out the gifts under the tree and everyone waits for her to finish. Chris is used to a white elephant exchange kind of deal at her mother's party and work, then a personalized gift for Aidan and Avery. She buys her parents a gift too, usually, even though it's unnecessary. This is different. This is kids with towering piles of presents. It's interesting, and Chris is watching so intently that she doesn't even notice when Taylor's mom calls her name. Taylor pokes her.
Focusing back in on reality, Chris accepts the small pile of gifts that's been offered to her and sets them aside. Taylor already has his. When everyone has their gifts, Chris surveys hers. A couple are from "Santa," one appears to be a giftbag, and there's one from Taylor. She goes for the ones from Santa first, because they're from Santa and it's just good to make sure you haven't gotten coal from Santa.
The first one is just a standard holiday card with a Starbucks giftcard tucked into it, and Chris smiles before tucking the card away again. The second is a silver, heart-shaped locket that's formed by wings that open to reveal the photo. Chris thinks Santa's got good taste. The gift basket Chris leaves, because it's wrapped in cellophane and she can pretty much see everything that's in it, which leaves Taylor's.
Chris carefully unwraps it to reveal a box which she has to open. Inside that is something small, rectangular, and wrapped in tissue paper. She unwraps the tissue paper, leaving her with a book about why reality TV is terrible and enforces gender stereotypes. It's hilarious. Chris turns to where Taylor is sitting and kisses him because he is perfect and this book is probably everything she never knew she wanted.
"Thank you," Chris whispers, "for existing."
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Day 333, Word Count: 2291
Theme: November; Write Until You Drop
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She knows that's what happens with Taylor, and even though their schedules are a little crazy, they make it work out and it's a good set-up. They don't really scene all that much, because Taylor sometimes just wants to cuddle with her and watch a romantic comedy or something. Chris is cool with that and it's weirdly refreshing that Taylor doesn't pressure her for sex at all because it all happens on her own terms,
Chris can see how mixing sex and kink works well for a lot of people, but she likes it about as much as when Aidan canes her. Maybe more. It's not that she hates caning, it's just that it's not her favorite thing and she'd really rather have him tie her up or spank her. So she thinks it probably surprises Taylor a little when she brings it up, especially with the way that they've been doing things so far.
"Okay," Chris stretches out next to Taylor, "We should have the sex talk now."
"I thought we had that talk," Taylor rolls over to look at Chris, "You don't want to have sex with me or anyone else."
"I said for the purposes of that discussion. Besides, I really want to fuck you with a strap-on."
"I'm okay with that," Taylor snuggles in closer to her, "I mean, so long as you can look my mother in the eye and know that you did it."
Chris blinks, "Oh god. Are your parents going to freak if they ask what I do and I tell them what my actual job is? Should I lie?"
"They'll probably look at you a little funny, but they've lived in San Francisco forever. They're pretty used to people with off-color jobs. Are you sure that you want to come with me for Christmas? I mean," Taylor worries his lower lip, "You don't. My family's not."
"I do," Chris touches their foreheads together, "I just didn't want to make your parents hate me. I've never met anyone's parents before."
"You've met Aidan's parents and Avery's parents," Taylor says, "haven't you?"
"They usually come here," Chris admits, "it's a little different. I've never been taken to someone else's house and presented to parents."
"First time for everything," Taylor kisses her gently, "It'll be fine, don't worry."
Even though he says not to, Chris worries about it. Aidan sighs and steers her into her room and dresses her up for an hour straight. He finally decides to be constructive and help Chris pick out her outfit for the party, which is similar to what she wore for Taylor's play.
It's subtly Christmas-y because Aidan is a sucker for things like that, and Chris smooths her hands over the red and grey tartan skirt. He pairs it with a cream sweater worn over a mustard-y yellow long-sleeved shirt that matches the accents in the tartan of the skirt. There's cream wool socks and grey heels too. Sometimes Chris wonders if Aidan just wants her to have a social life so he can dress her up.
On the whole, Chris doesn't own a lot of jewelery. She owns a lot of simple stud earrings and some pendants on chains, but nothing fancy. It's all trinkets that caught her eye or that Aidan bought for her because he wanted more things to dress her up in, except for one thing. She knows what Aidan is pulling out of her jewelry box before he turns back towards her, because it can only be one piece of jewelry.
When he turns he's got her eighteenth birthday present in his hands, the oval ruby set into an ornate frame like a bloody looking glass. It's the only piece of jewelery her father has ever bought for her, and it's the only piece of jewelery in her box that she never wears. She loves it, used to wear it frequently while she was running away from her family and everything they stood for, but she hasn't since. Aidan knows that, but he fastens it around her neck anyway. Chris brings her finger up to it automatically, fingers resting on the stone.
"Won't this make me look like a bitch?"
"No," Aidan steps away to look at her, "If it were large or gaudy, maybe, but you've got to get over your weird money hangups sometime."
"What kind of girl asks for a ruby necklace for her birthday, Aidan? It's stupid."
"The kind of girl who already has her prom dress planned and knows exactly what necklace she wants to match it. Stop worrying, sweetheart."
Chris opens her mouth to say something and then closes it again, fingers closing around the pendant. Aidan hugs her, swaying gently. She should change out of the clothes and back into more comfortable clothes so they're ready for the weekend, but she lets Aidan rock her. He lets go after a minute and Chris smiles at him, fingers still curled around the pendant, before she shoos him out of her room, laughing.
When she wanders back into the living room, Aidan's emerging from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, and Chris flops down on the couch. With Christmas falling on a weekend, Chris had a week and a half of free time that she spent trying not to worry and failing miserably. When Taylor finally came to pick her up, though, Aidan had smoothed her sweater flat and told her not to worry because it would be okay.
And yeah, okay. Taylor's twining his fingers with hers and she breathes out, breath a small puff in the chill, before they head out. She hums obnoxious Christmas songs while they're BARTing to Taylor's parents place and Taylor joins in, quietly singing along with her.
She makes it all the way to the front door of the house before she starts tapping her fingers against her leg nervously and attempting calm. Taylor squeezes her hand, and Chris stills her nervous twitch as he rings the doorbell. It opens a moment later to a enthusiastic woman. She says something that Chris autotranslates to "Taylor! I'm so glad to see you!" and then turns to Chris, looking her over thoroughly.
"Taylor, is this the young lady you've been telling me about?"
"Si, mama. This is Chris, who I rescued from her mother's crazy Manhattan party in New York."
"It's, um. Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Santiago."
"Taylor has been telling us all about you! Come in, come in - don't stand out there in the cold!"
Ushered inside, Chris is immediately struck by how warm and cozy it is. It's full of people and energy and /life/, which Chris loves. Taylor takes her around, introducing her to people left and right, and Chris tries to keep all their names straight but she can't manage it. She gives up at some point and just lets herself enjoy the swirl of people who are asking about her and how she met Taylor. It's good.
(She does tell an edited version of how they met, skipping over their first meeting because there are children around and listening in.)
For the most part, she doesn't mention what she does for a living because she's not sure how to explain being a dominatrix to a child. She tells them the short version, which is that she owns a buisness with her best friend and she handles all the money and scheduling. They seem to be okay with that answer, and Taylor keeps giving her inquisitive glaces, but she assures him that she's okay. It's fine.
In fact, Taylor's family takes a liking to her, watching as she sits with the children and tells them mostly true stories about Aidan. They're framed as fairytales, and Taylor sits next to her and tells other stories, ones that she's never heard before about him as a child. Chris likes dealing with children when they go home at the end of the night, because it'd be weird to hate small children. They're cute.
She doesn't want to do it all the time, because children are constantly exhausting in a way that pets like puppies and kittens aren't. They need to be constantly watched, need to be taught so many things that it's like she's teaching newcomers to the scene or something. It's sort of weird to be thinking about it like that, but Chris finds that a lot of the same principles apply. Aidan would be a good father. Although, by that logic she would make a good mother, and somehow Chris doubts that. Girls become their mothers, or so they usually say.
Taylor stands, holding out his hand for her and Chris takes it, letting him lead her to the dining room and pull out her chair for her. It crosses her mind to wonder if people just think he's being nice or if they know that he's picked up some habits from Avery recently. It doesn't actually make any sense, because none of the people in the room with her know Avery and they wouldn't know that Taylor had.
Absently, Chris murmurs a thank you while she looks at the people around her and wonders about them, what they would think of the real her. Well, real in a certain sense. This her is just as real, it's just the version that's kid-friendly and pretends her job doesn't matter. It shouldn't matter, anyway, but the images of BDSM that people get exposed to are so shitty that they're afraid of it for whatever reason.
People who don't have high pain thresholds don't understand that being hurt when you need to be hurt is a good thing, the best thing. They don't understand the way it can ground you or set you free or help you feel right in your skin when you feel all wrong in your skin. Chris doesn't even know how to explain that, because it's something that's hard to explain if you've never felt it even in the slightest.
"How are you holding up? Is this better than your mother's crazy Manhattan party? Are you ready to run away yet?"
"It's loads better, trust me. I love your family, I'm never going to leave."
Chris smiles, a tiny quirk of her lips, as Taylor serves her tamales and other homecooked food that actually looks as good as it tastes. Dinner is some eating, mostly talking and rehashing old family stories that Chris takes in, especially when they involve Taylor at all. Apparently he was kind of a handful problem child, and his family has a seemingly endless number of stories about his stupid stunts. She loves them, trading a story or two about her own embarrassing younger years in return. Taylor's heard them before, but laughs anyway.
"Basically," Chris laughs, "I think every person is probably a little bit stupid when they're younger. It's the perk of being young."
"It is a fact of life," one of Taylor's uncles says, "You don't learn unless you are being stupid, usually."
"And you learn so you don't stay stupid," Taylor responds, like it's a given, "si, you told me that and I never listened to you."
"That is because people never follow advice when it is good. I told you that also."
"Ah, I seem to recall that," Taylor shrugs helplessly, "Maybe I just don't follow your advice, tio."
The rest of the dinner passes like that, and Chris eats so much that she actually feels like she's going into a food coma or something. Taylor's mom is the kind of mom where she never thinks you've eaten enough and she keeps telling you to eat until you actually can't. She's kind of jealous of the kids who zoom back to the living room and sit to wait for their presents., they have so much energy leftover.
Presents are different from what Chris is used to. Taylor's mom hands out the gifts under the tree and everyone waits for her to finish. Chris is used to a white elephant exchange kind of deal at her mother's party and work, then a personalized gift for Aidan and Avery. She buys her parents a gift too, usually, even though it's unnecessary. This is different. This is kids with towering piles of presents. It's interesting, and Chris is watching so intently that she doesn't even notice when Taylor's mom calls her name. Taylor pokes her.
Focusing back in on reality, Chris accepts the small pile of gifts that's been offered to her and sets them aside. Taylor already has his. When everyone has their gifts, Chris surveys hers. A couple are from "Santa," one appears to be a giftbag, and there's one from Taylor. She goes for the ones from Santa first, because they're from Santa and it's just good to make sure you haven't gotten coal from Santa.
The first one is just a standard holiday card with a Starbucks giftcard tucked into it, and Chris smiles before tucking the card away again. The second is a silver, heart-shaped locket that's formed by wings that open to reveal the photo. Chris thinks Santa's got good taste. The gift basket Chris leaves, because it's wrapped in cellophane and she can pretty much see everything that's in it, which leaves Taylor's.
Chris carefully unwraps it to reveal a box which she has to open. Inside that is something small, rectangular, and wrapped in tissue paper. She unwraps the tissue paper, leaving her with a book about why reality TV is terrible and enforces gender stereotypes. It's hilarious. Chris turns to where Taylor is sitting and kisses him because he is perfect and this book is probably everything she never knew she wanted.
"Thank you," Chris whispers, "for existing."
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