[color=silver][indent][indent][right][sub]TIMESTAMP: Day 2, Afternoon. After the events of Chap. 2
ft. [color=#fd99a7]Monisha “Momo” Kumari[/color] & [color=B27070]Faye Lu[/color][/sub][/right][/indent][/indent]
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Pancakes.

It was always pancakes.

Faye often did her best not to think back to her childhood. When she did, even if she tried to think only of the handful of positive moments that existed, they were overgrown by vines and peeled away to unleash another moment drowned in her fathers darkness. She remembered free days, they came only once a month, where the girls of Garden could do whatever they wanted and act like actual children for the briefest of whispers.

Faye remembered one such day, fifteen years ago. She was nine and on that day, she found Anya being torn to shreds by one of those older sisters and the Matron. After the tirade and the tiny Russian was left alone, the inquisitive fox girl took her hand and led her to the kitchen. Faye asked Anya what she would like for breakfast and they would make it together. It was the first time that she had ever had pancakes and every free day since, the two girls made them together. No matter how often they fought, whether they were ok speaking terms or not, on a free day, they made pancakes.

So of course, that morning, their first together in a while, they made some beautiful and fluffy goodness before Faye left her sister to her life. She stopped by her new safe house for some fresh clothes before heading to the home of her current lover, Monisha Kumari, her Momo. It was a strange feeling for the Kitsune to try and be comfortable with someone but she was trying. She had seen Anya with that blonde girl, the way her sister looked at her. Faye wanted that. She wanted to feel and be human. It was a mountain that she had to trek in bare feet.

She didn’t know how Daddy chose the girls and what they were trained to do. Some, like Anya, were chosen for pure violence, to be the right hand of God. Then others, like Faye, were selected to be ghosts of people. To adopt identities, to gather information and to be anybody but themselves and act accordingly. The young Asian woman never had any real idea who she was anyway, so maybe that was why? She had killed. She had been killed. She had fought and she had fucked all in the quest of making sure her Daddy was always on top. The mission came first. Momo was not a mission. Momo was not an assignment. Momo was a history teacher and she was Faye’s gateway out of the garden and into the rest of the world,

Entering the house they shared, the fox-girl slipped off her shoes and crept silently through the hallway until she reached the living room, where her Momo sat in her own world. [color=B27070]“Peak-a-boo.”[/color]

Monisha never had a sense of belonging. Shriya, her younger sister, had always been emotionally stronger than her. She had the motivation to pursue her goals, to not accept crap from anyone, and to be proud of herself without ever disrespecting her values. Riri was prospering and had created her own flourishing business in such a short period of time, it was hard not to be impressed. Even among Momo's own group of friends, she frequently struggled to blend in. Allison was stunning and endearing. JJ had such spirit, and Vivia had such brightness that Allison's decision to surround herself with enigmatic figures like Viv and JJ made sense.

What ever could Momo offer? She lacked Allison's vivacity, Riri's humour, Vivia's charm, and JJ's bubbliness. Hell, it had taken Momo a lot of courage to stray from her planned path of following her father into medicine. Devaj was pleased when at six, young Momo proclaimed she wanted to do "neeno surgery" like her father. Although he had never pressed her into pursuing medicine, she was aware that he was happy with her decision. And being the people-pleaser she is, Momo dutifully followed with the plan.

Until Allison died.

Bright, perfect Allison with so much ahead of her. Dead by overdose.

Did she have any regrets? Did she lay there, choking on her spit, thinking about the what-ifs. Anything she wished to have done differently? Did she want to [i]live[/i]?

Then, Momo's group of friends splintered apart. Given the circumstances—Vivia was a shadow of herself—and the fact that JJ was practically gone, Momo did her best to continue. After Allison's death, she had phoned Vivia frequently in an effort to retain some sense of normalcy by spending time together. But Momo felt like she could never say the right thing. The glimmer from Vivia's eyes was gone and Momo couldn’t do anything to help her.

Life is simply too short to bear this much suffering. To think about the what-ifs and fear the future. So, Momo dropped the bombshell on her father that following summer, that she hadn’t applied for pre-med but was planning on pursuing History at university. The bookish Momo whose heart sang and imaginations ran wild when she had her nose dug deep into a history text book, knew that her passions truly and firmly lied in the past. With the dead and gone. Momo ignored the flicker of disappointment in Devaj’s eyes upon hearing her change of plans, instead focusing on the smiles on Riri and her mother’s faces instead.

She promised herself that everything would be okay. She would take inspiration from the bright women around her and follow in the way her heart led her.

And right now, all her beating heart could notice was Faye entering their shared apartment.

[color=#FD99A7]“I see you,”[/color] Momo smiled. She never repressed her smile around Faye. It was simply impossible to hide her joy around her. Momo placed her notebook on the table—all containing future class notes for the incoming semester in late August. [color=#FD99A7]“Where did you go? You were gone when I woke up.”[/color] It wasn’t an uncommon thing to happen. Faye was far more active than Momo given her status as the new Edenridge cheer coach.

Faye let her grin cover her face as she caught Monisha’s look with her own. They had met by chance. When she was a girl in the orphanage, little Faye’s favourite hiding place was the library. It was a monstrous room and she often found herself between pages in the history section, reading books back to back whilst she waited for the Matron to lock her in the hole for her behaviour. When she had matured, Faye liked to speak to people who enjoyed history to learn more, it was one of the few things she had in her life that was not controlled by Daddy. She had been friendly with the history teacher at Edenridge High when she was told he was being replaced. Of course, she wasn’t a great lover of that idea so she killed him there and then, garrotting him on his doorstep, before going to the home of his replacement, who just so happened to be Monisha.

Upon watching the young woman, Faye was enamoured and intrigued. She had seen Anya with her girl at the diner and wanted to feel the same way, maybe Monisha could be that? It was then she decided to try and arrange for them to meet at a bookstore. Fast forward and now they were living together in bliss or at least what bliss was described as in books. Faye was still struggling to understand whatever was going on in her soul. The Garden did not plant seeds of empathy in the hearts of the girls there.

The Kitsune jumped over the couch and landed perfectly in a straddle on her Momo’s lap, smiling widely at her beauty and caressing her face. She leaned in and inhaled Monisha’s lips into her own. She kissed the dark skinned woman passionately, giving herself to the history teacher as much as she could. After the kiss was broken, Faye leaned back slightly, resting her hand on Momo’s collarbone. [color=B27070]“Well, I went to go see my sister.”[/color]

Allowing Faye to fully rest her weight against Momo’s body, the Indian girl shifted so she sank more comfortably against the back of the couch, angling her head up to give Faye access to her neck. Tracing her fingers against her [abbr=Moon, in Sanskrit]Chand[/abbr]’s hand, Momo whispered. [color=#FD99A7]“I’m here to listen, if you want to share what is in that pretty head of yours.”[/color] Momo knew that Faye’s experience back in the Orphanage hadn’t been the best, but her love for her sister born out of their shared trauma had pulled her through. Momo never pushed Faye beyond what she was willing to offer, Momo was prepared to wait an eternity for her.

[color=B27070]“She seems happy.”[/color] Faye lamented. There had never been a fixed number of girls in the orphanage. They were constantly in and out of the Garden. Some were adopted. Some died. Some became one of the daughters. Faye had seen many come and go with Anya and a handful of others being the few constants. [color=B27070]“That frightens me.”[/color] The truth of the matter was, Anya falling in love was breaking a thousand of daddy’s rules. Faye didn’t know whether she herself had yet crossed that line but Anya definitely had. As talented as the Basilisk was and as natural at the game of blood as she was, she was still but a soldier, like Faye and their sisters.

[color=B27070]“When we were girls, she was so delicate, so quiet. You know we used to share a bed?”[/color] The fox girl mused with a small smile. [color=B27070]“She would get scared easy and jump into mine with me. I’d have to hold her until she fell asleep. She’s changed a lot. I just worry that somewhere in there that little girl is still scared and might make a mistake she can’t take back.”[/color] To anyone, Faye’s words would sound like a concerned big sister, worried her sibling was entering into a relationship they weren’t ready for. For a daughter of the garden, it meant that she was worried her father would have her killed. [color=B27070]“Does that make me crazy? To worry for her?”[/color]

[color=#FD99A7]“No, it absolutely does not. You care for her.”[/color] Momo responded with conviction. [color=#FD99A7]“Family protects family. And you’ve always been the one to look out for her. It must be hard to break that view of your sister still being little.”[/color] Momo smiled gently, her fingers lacing with Faye’s. It always helped Momo feel grounded and she wanted to share the comfort with Faye. [color=#FD99A7]“When Riri and I were younger, our amma would sing us to sleep for the longest time. A lori that passed from her mother, coming from her own mother. It always comforted us, especially when I would have nightmares.”[/color] Momo shared lowly, feeling the warmth from Faye's hands envelop her. [color=#FD99A7]“But when appa got sick, she had to stop. So, I started singing for Riri. Not that it was great, Riri asked me to stop soon enough, but you get the idea.”[/color] Momo began laughing at the memory of Riri’s little face crumpling unpleasantly.

[color=#FD99A7]“The point is, a big sister never stops caring. She never stops thinking about how to help her little sister.  That is our nature. And when you grow up feeling like the protector, you never stop seeing her as the little girl that climbed in your bed and held your hand till she fell asleep.”[/color] Momo reached up and planted a soft kiss against the corner of Faye’s mouth. [color=#FD99A7]“In your gut, do you think she’s doing something wrong? Something that will get her into trouble?”[/color]

Momo’s smile was infectious. Faye’s lips curled up as she stared into her beautiful brown eyes. [color=B27070]“I honestly don’t know.”[/color] There was the first lie of the day. Kitsune were trickster Gods, creatures of mischief and deception. Faye wasn’t able to tell Monisha every truth, she couldn’t or dare she risk the same wrath of her father that Anya would surely face. Half truths were the best and safest bet. She could get lucky, the Russian was one of if not Daddy’s favourite. He might allow Anya to have a life or perhaps send a new sister whom the Basilisk could handle easily. Then again, for those exact same reasons he could send some like the Morrigan. God she really hoped not. The Morrigan was terrifying.

She has to change the subject lest she get lost in the lies. [color=B27070]“You all set for the start of school? I know if I had a teacher like you I would definitely pay more attention in class.”[/color] Faye leaned forward and slipped her hands down Monisha’s toned body as she began to gently kiss her neck. [color=B27070]“Though I might try to sleep with you for an A.”[/color]

Monisha laughed and nodded at once, a light, airy laugh that seemed to travel the air between them. A laugh of no stress, no worries. She noticed Faye changing the subject, but decided against commenting on it. [color=#FD99A7]“I have no doubt you’d be my favourite student if you’re actually as prudent as you claim.”[/color] Momo brushed her nose against Faye’s cheek, poking her playfully. [color=#FD99A7]“Luckily it doesn’t come down to that though, this place has had enough scandals to do with inappropriate relationships, I’m glad I don’t have to add a forbidden teacher-student romance to the list.”[/color]

Momo let go of Faye’s hand, instead brushing her fingers through Faye’s luscious dark hair. [color=#FD99A7]“Your hair is so beautiful,”[/color] She commented automatically, before an idea crossed her mind. [color=#FD99A7]“Do you prefer your hair to be long?”[/color]

Faye stopped kissing Monisha and leaned a little back so that Momo could continue to play with her hair. She loved when her lover did that. It was kink. [color=B27070]“I prefer it any length that you can pull.”[/color] She purred as she sank her hips deep against her Momo. Faye didn’t know whether what she felt for Monisha was real or if it was her own way of trying to invent some normalcy for her life. There were too many variables that she could not fathom. She didn’t even know if love was even real but for Monisha’s sake, she really hoped it was. [color=B27070]“Why babe?”[/color]

Momo’s dark cheeks warmed considerably as indecent thoughts started running through her mind like a beautiful slideshow. She experimentally pulled at the strands of hair her fingers were running through, watching Faye’s reaction carefully. [color=#FD99A7]“Ah, well,”[/color] She had to clear the husk away from her throat to continue speaking. [color=#FD99A7]“If you’d like, I can give you an Ayurvedic head massage? I was reading up on it last night and thought maybe…?”[/color] Her words drifted away as she thought of an excuse. Really, all Momo wanted to do was take away Faye’s worries the same way a single touch from Faye could do for her. The head massage should help, and the added bonus of stimulating hair growth was certainly not unpleasant. [color=#FD99A7]“Maybe you’ll like it?”[/color]

Faye had never heard of what Momo was proposing but this wouldn’t be the first thing like this she had mentioned. Monisha had a whole wealth of knowledge that Faye couldn’t even fathom. [color=B27070]“As long as we get naked and I can kiss you while we do it? You can do whatever the hell you want to me.”[/color] She giggled playfully as she kissed her Momo once more. The petite Asian ran her tongue over the lips of her history school teacher, grasping at the bottom of her shirt with a feverish want. [color=B27070]“You want to kiss me right?”[/color]

Momo breathed out in shuddering pants, as though her body entirely forgot how to function with that one kiss. Her grip grew tighter in Faye’s hair, pulling more intentionally so Momo would have access to her jawline. She kissed down the Asian woman’s jaw, nipping at the pulsepoint in her feverish attempt to tease the foxy seductress before bringing their lips together in a bruising kiss. [color=#FD99A7]“That, and so much more,”[/color] Momo admitted breathlessly, pulling away long enough to whisper her desire against Faye’s lips. Perhaps they could make do without the hair oil. Momo couldn’t trust her legs to carry her to the kitchen to warm the oil. Instead, her fingers continued running through Faye’s hair, intermittently switching between massaging her scalp and playing with her hair just the way she loved it.

Faye could help but moan at Momo’s kiss. She had slept with many men and women in her young life. That was her assignment. What in her childhood told her Daddy that seduction, enticement and information theft was to be her vocation she didn’t know. What she did know was that no one touched her, kissed her, brought fire to her body like Monisha Kumari. Faye grabbed Momo’s wrists and pulled them away from her hair. With her fox-like smirk, she slapped the dark skinned beauty’s hands against her backside and jumped in excitement. [color=B27070]“Yeah the massage can wait.”[/color] Her voice was light and playful. Reaching down she lifted off her top to expose her body before leaning forward and nipping at Monisha’s small pierced ear. [color=B27070]“Tell me you want me.”[/color]

[color=#FD99A7]“I [i]need[/i] you.”[/color] The Indian beauty squeezed her lover close to her body till there was no space between them remaining. She rose towards Faye’s breaths, seeking herself in the seductress’ embrace till they were united as one. Momo knew that she was Faye’s, in body and spirit. If Faye ever asked, Momo would surrender herself each and every time at her altar just to see her smile, to see her writhe against her in bliss. It wasn’t a want, Faye was a [i]need[/i] and in that moment she indulged in her passion. Momo kissed Faye with deep longing, her mind intoxicated by the taste and feel of her lover in her arms. Their bodies moved together like a soulful dance, their mouths singing each other's names in an unholy hymn of passion.
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