Willows Legacy
Part 2: This is what touch should feel like
CONTENT WARNING: Misandry, unprotected sex, surprise pregnancy, mentions of parental neglect and death.
There was this bar. She couldn't even remember the name, only that they'd agreed to let her play on stage, and that she'd seen flags stuck to the outside windows, denoting themselves as a queer-friendly bar.
The bar's clientel consists mostly of people who's nervous demeanour reminds Jacqueline of a high school dance, small packs of friends who've come to the bar together, lonely singles with a bubble of personal space, most of them hoping for the sweet relief of alcohol to keep them from reckoning with their abject awkwardness.
And then there's Amelia.
"Hey," she says, a gorgeous stranger with a gorgeous smile. "Cool song."
"Oh thanks," Jacqueline suddenly feels just like one of those awkward bar clientel as she struggles to think of something, anything, to say to keep the conversation going. "I'm hoping to start playing on slightly bigger stages soon."
"You should give me your number, then," Amelia says, leaning on bar with a fliratious smile. "So you can text me about your big concert."
She holds out her phone, and Jacqueline ignores the way her stomach is flipping as she puts her number into Amelia's phone.
She doesn't end up getting that bigger venue like she planned, continuing to write jingles and perform at small, local venues, but that doesn't prevent her from texting Amelia, or Amelia from from coming over and hanging out. She's probably the funniest, most insightful friend Jacqueline has ever had. Maybe the first friend she's ever had. In a long time, anyway.
She doesn't know what to make of how Amelia makes her feel. She doesn't think she's ever felt like this about someone, and the constant, almost biological need to be around the other woman is starting to make her feel like something must be wrong with her.
Most people get nervous around her. Maybe she just gives off some kind of energy, but it's like there's always distance between her and other people that she can't bridge, not that she's ever really tried.
She'd always been fine with it, but it's as if Amelia never got the memo. She loves to hug Jacqueline, squeeze her hands or run her fingers through her hair.
The first time she kisses Jacqueline, it's almost not a surprise.
What comes after that is a surprise, but only because of how good it feels. Jacqueline has never felt the way she does with Amelia, consumed by her body, her sounds, the things they do together.
Amelia has never felt so good having someone's tongue inside of her, Amelia's warm mouth somehow better than even the most skilled of lovers before her, not that Amelia isn't skilled. Oh, no. She's incredible. Jacqueline moans, her thighs squeezing around Amelia's shoulders and head as the other woman devours her like it's her last meal.
And when Jacqueline returns the favour, just seeing Amelia's pleasure and feeling the clenching of her slick hole around Jacqueline's fingers is enough to driver her absolutely wild, craving more. She decides then and there that she needs to be able to have this for the rest of her life.
Her strange feelings around Amelia don't make her a new person, though. She continues to see men, meeting them, flirting with them, ensnaring them and using them for her personal pleasure.
They all blur together, the same ugly faces and useless bodies. Things that should stop her don't, and that's how it happens.
"Shit," she breathes, realizing that not only will she soon have another mouth to feed, but she has no idea who the father is. So, of course, she turns to her only friend in the world.
"I don't know what to do!" Words she's never said before in her life. "I'm freaking out. I didn't mean to get pregnant, I didn't even realize I was pregnant until I started throwing up, and I don't even know which loser is the father, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell him! God forbid he try to take responsibility or some dumb bullshit like that."
She can hear the terror in her voice, the way it's shaking as she speas. Amelia looks just as terrified as she reaches out, putting her hand on Jacqueline's stomach, feeling the growing life there.
"It's okay," she says, softly. "It's going to be okay. You don't have to know. I'm here for you! We can just... get married."
"What?" Jacqueline says with a laugh. "That doesn't solve anything."
"Sure it does. I'll move in, and I'll be their mom, and I'll be here to support you, and no one ever needs to know this wasn't on purpose."
"You can't be serious," Jacqueline protests.
"Deathly," Amelia answers, determination in her eyes. "Say yes."
"Yes."
