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01/07/2021 DAB Transcript

Genesis 16:1-18:15, Matthew 6:1-24, Psalms 7:1-17, Proverbs 2:1-5

Today is the 7th day of January welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I'm Brian it's great to be here with you today. This is day seven of the New Year. So, we've technically we are…or we are technically accomplishing our first week together in the Scriptures, even though we’re kind of in the middle of the first full week of this year. And look at how much ground we have covered in that amount of time. You see…you see now the Bible…the Bible is very relevant when we start looking behind the stories behind the customs behind the clothes that they were wearing behind how the world was thousands of years ago. When we look behind that we realize the human hearts longs for God and we have been longing for God and reaching for God and we have this chronicling of God over time, revealing Himself to us and that is timeless. We long for the same sense of union with our Creator and a context for what this life is all about just as our ancestors did over the last thousands of years. And the Bible is timeless as it deals with and pokes and prods and comforts and nourishes and cares for our hearts. So, congratulations…even though we’re in the middle of the week…congratulations on making it through a week of this new year. And let’s dive in. We’re reading from the Christian Standard Bible this week. Genesis chapter 16 verse 1 through 18 verse 15.

Commentary:

Okay. So, in our reading from the book of Genesis today we have this situation where Abraham now does have a son. His name is Ishmael it’s just not by his wife Sarah. And it was Sarah and Abraham who were given the promise of offspring. And, so, there's obvious tensions that have arisen inside the family and those tensions…those tensions still exist in the world until this very day. And, so, Abraham's waiting and he’s 99 years old. So, the Lord comes and reaffirms the promise, “this time next year your wife is going to be holding a baby boy.” And she's laughing at that because although it may be a promise from God it is also impossible. It's an impossible promise. She has moved beyond the age of bearing children, well beyond the age of bearing children. Abraham’s 99 years old. So, yeah, it doesn't look like that's a promise that can be fulfilled. And, so, she's, you know, maybe just to protect her own heart and her own hope just kind of dismissing it. And yet God won't let it be dismissed and he presses in on it and confronts the laughter and essentially asks a very very important question for all of us, “is anything impossible for the Lord?” That question might seem like, “well…we would all…of course we would answer ‘no, nothing is impossible for the Lord. The Lord can do whatever he wants’”. But we don't really functionally live as if He will, and we certainly don't function and live as if He will for us on our behalf. And, so, it might as well just to be impossible, right? his is where the mirror comes up. This is what we were talking about a few minutes ago. This is where we look behind the story of the Bible and realize this is a hard issue, as are all of these stories. Where is my faith? Do I believe that? Because that's what we’re supposed to wrestle with. We’re looking at Abraham and Sarah. And believe me when I tell you this, had they chosen differently there would be no Bible. There may be some kind of Bible it might be called something different, but it would be full of completely different people. Right now Abraham and Sarah, we’re looking at them and going, yeah they’re famous Old Testament characters”, but I'm telling you they…they color everything that happens from here. And this trust, this faith that we are seeing come from Abraham toward God, that is fundamental, foundational Christian theology that will be unpacked very meticulously when we find our way into the letters of Paul.

We don’t want to get ahead of ourselves because we’re in the Gospels and we’re sitting at the feet of Jesus and we want to do that, we want to do that as long as we can this year and just listen to what He is saying. And what we see Him saying is a continuation that we’re living a backward life. We’re living a life that is not going to lead to life. And what He says today is it…it…it is largely about prayer and largely about caring for the less fortunate and the most vulnerable in our cultures. And yes, indeed we are supposed to step into that and be a part of the solution. But Jesus is saying, “the thing is just do it. Don't do it so that you will be praised. Do it because it's right. Do it because it's in your heart to do. Do it because it's what God would have you do not so that you can be seen doing it otherwise you have your reward. You did it to achieve praise and to continue to construct this image that you are presenting to the world called your personality. You did it to embellish that construct that you are presenting to the world.” So, you got what you wanted. People clapped their hands and praised you and thought you were super spiritual and awesome. There is no other reward. You got your reward. But if you want to do this true, if you want to stop living false wearing a mask feeling naked and ashamed and hiding then you have to live true. Do it because it's what God would have you do. It's in your heart to do. Don't let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, then you're doing it for the right and true reasons.” But Jesus also said something today that is so profound and so black-and-white and so completely ignored that if we would pay attention and it would finally lock into place then so much of the rest of our lives would make sense. Jesus said, “if you forgive others their offenses, your heavenly Father will forgive you as well. But if you don't forgive others your Father will not forgive your offenses”, right? And that's coming right on the heels of the Lord's prayer, “forgive us our debts or our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.” In other words, the Lord's prayer is asking God to forgive us as we forgive others. I know we’re just getting going, we’re just getting unpacked on this voyage, we’re just moving in, we’re just getting our bearings and then this comes along and it’s like, “wait. What? I never really…what? I have to forgive in order to find forgiveness?” That's the way of God's kingdom according to Jesus, who is God made flesh. And it's really easy. We’ve just come through the holiday season. Maybe there's brand-new offenses that we’re licking our wounds over. But maybe there’s this long-running stuff in our lives. Everybody...everybody has been broken at some point. We have been the offender many times and have had our hearts broken but we have been the offender as well. Like we are broken people who break things. And the thing that we break the best is other people. And it's not true and it's not right. And it's not God's kingdom. And, so, here's Jesus inserting this idea, this truth into our lives, “forgive and you will be forgiven.” And we can just be like, “that's not fair. The things that have happened to me I can't even hardly…I can’t even say out loud.” And we can confront it with things like this, we’re in the Bible, we’re like, “gosh…I just don’t like that. I just don't…I don’t even know how to move in that direction, like the direction of forgiveness, which is so booby-trapped and so complicated, and so full of so many moving parts. We can become frustrated and feel as if what God is trying to do is box us in with a bunch of rules that are really really difficult sometimes to live into. That's not the goal here. Like, that…that…that's not the God of the Bible. Like that's not what's happening here. There are plenty of directives and rules and commandments in the Bible. Things that we are to obey, things that we are to be, and things that we are to live. Indeed, that's true. Is the point because the Almighty sovereign God, the most-high God who not only created this lush and beautiful planet that we live on that…but has created the universe as far as we can know and as far as we can know is only the beginning. You think he’s so uptight that He needs to just keep creating rules for humanity on this little spec, this little ball in the middle of his creation? He just needs to jack with us all the time to show us that were failures? I think probably He's more-high than we can possibly comprehend, more powerful than we could ever know, well beyond what we could ever think. And yet He still loves us and still came in person to show us how to be true and how to actually live life as it was intended to be lived in union, in covenant with God. And we’re seeing this covenantal language begin to materialize in the Old Testament. It will carry its way forward all the way to the end of the Bible. God's goal is our restoration so that we might be who we were created to be. Living in unforgiveness makes that impossible. All things are possible with God. But when we shut it down and say this is my will and then God is a gentleman and says, “you can have what you want but it's not going to go anywhere and it's not going to lead you to life.” Forgiveness is essential in God's kingdom because forgiveness then removes things, entanglements between us and other people. And imagine for a moment what it might be like to live with nothing between you and anyone else, right? There are no offenses. You are true and you are disentangled. But the only way for that to happen is to live in forgiveness, rapid forgiveness, which obviously isn't easy, which obviously is a practice, something that we practice, something that we master over time. And, so, we begin by just opening our hands and releasing things to God understanding that forgiveness isn't…isn't affirming anybody's actions. By us letting somebody go, by us setting someone free, by us for giving we’re not saying it was okay, we’re not denying that it happened, we’re just saying I'm not staying in these chains anymore, I’m not staying chained to that person anymore, they’re not even in my life and yet I'm still chained to them because I won’t…because I won't let it go…because I won't let go. When we let go, we release these people and these events to God. God is the judge. We release them to God so that we don't have to carry it around anymore. So, what Jesus is doing is perhaps telling us something very difficult but He is telling us something essential if we actually want to live, to live free and true.

Prayer:

Jesus, we enter into that. It is a tricky difficult subject. It is also a topic that will be a recurring theme in the Bible because we cannot let this go. You didn’t just mention it one time and think that we wouldn't forget. This is something constant. It's something that You modeled with Your very life when You said Father forgive them because they don't know what they're doing as You were being killed. So, Holy Spirit, come and let that sink in. We are to follow the path of the Savior. We are to become Christ like by being like Christ. Help us with that Lord. That's not…that’s not possible in our own strength. This is one of these situations where we do have to open our hands and surrender to You so the impossible becomes possible. Help us learn how to forgive. It starts right here. Seven days in the year. Now we can start practicing this because by the end of the year we will be a master at this if we continue to press in to what might be like to be true, to be the hands and feet of Jesus, to be the Jesus with skin on in this world, to be Your ambassadors, to be Your representatives in this world. We can’t do that without forgiveness. So, come Holy Spirit teach us how to forgive we pray. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Song:

Matthew West - Forgiveness

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15x11 rewatch! Let’s go! It’s again, very long, so read below the cut!

My recap of last week to orient myself: We’ve seen Sam and Dean struggle with issues that they usually don’t have. Garth’s theory is that they are now faced with “normal people problems”, things a writer glosses over when it gets to their heroes because it slows down the story. However, they aren’t only faced with lactose intolerance but also suddenly find that they have trouble with all skills they used while hunting - they can’t open locks (at least not with make shift tools and when they’re stressed), they cannot fight against monsters (that are vastly overpowered while they just have human abilities), etc.

At the end of the episode Garth suggested a magical fix to their issues and we see them decide they would head to Alaska. Meanwhile, Cas is glaringly absent on a not further specified mission to Heaven. (*rolls eyes*)

Now, on twitter I said that if Sam and Dean went to Alaska to find a magic fix it for their issues without talking it through with Cas first they are “embarrassing dumbasses”. Spoiler alert: they are embarrassing dumbasses.

Now we start the reaction. I will bundle this sections since there are two plots that progress 98% independently of each other.

A: Misadventures in Alaska

- I know that Cas is absent, but I wish the Winchesters would have waited long enough to dicuss the issues with Cas. Sam does afterall talk it through with Eileen. And he must have talked to other people about it because he knows that it’s not in the lore and nobody else ever heard of it apart from Garth. But waiting for Cas to discuss with him was too much of a hassle...?

- Dean might not be able to digest cheese now, but he knows how to help himself. Like a normal person. (Well, I’m a normal person too but I just risk it and then suffer the dire consequences.)

- Okay, so they are in Alaska already. Don’t you have to cross through Canada to get to Alaska? If yes, how did they manage to cross the border with all the weapons in their trunk and without valid ID?

- I love Sam’s bewildered reply to when Dean claims that he was playing pool since before Sam was born. “What, between nap time and snack?”

- I was constantly worried that Dean was too cocky about his pool skills considering he had lost some other skills and that he would get into this game without even making sure that he still had the necessary skills for it. However, this episode isn’t the kind of silly overkill like last one was. Pool is a skill Dean and Sam developped over years and years, so of course they should be able to do it. (It’s not the same as lockpicking with a random nail)

- Dean “baiting” the other players wasn’t super elegant for someone who’s hustled pool for years *lol* But it was cute I guess?

- I like that Sam tries to talk to people and make them leave before it’s too late.

- Fortuna’s a dick, not winning any parent of the year awards...

- I like how Dean’s sure enough of himself to know that he’s much more complex than a “sexy but skimmable beach read”

- I think that usually the villains agree to Sam and Dean’s demands far too easily even though they have nothing to bargain with. So I assume Fortuna not agreeing to Sam’s terms falls under Sam and Dean no longer having their god given hero bonuses.

- I really appreciate the explanations we got on how Gods and all the other gods can exist at the same time. Humans/ human needs creating gods has always been my headcanon.

- Fortuna called Sam “little minx” *lol*

- Hero’s luck is a thing independently of Chuck then, but still granted by a divine being. But what makes a hero a hero is not their luck - but their choices and their attitude. Fortuna recognized that in them: bravery, the willingness to risk it all for others.

- I’m not sure yet what “don’t play his game, make him play yours” means. Though it’d be interesting if the same thing that happened to Metatron (who tried to play God) happens to God. God as “one of them”. Give him a soul and the weight of it, so he experiences the story and creation differently. I don’t know. I feel there aren’t enough episodes left for such a “remind God of the beauty and value of his creation” kind of plot.

B: Agent Lizzo

(I think this story line is more interesting than the monster of the week case and should have been given more screentime)

- “CASS”. Sam, that’s not how you spell his name. And why did you write a note instead of texting him? Also, they explained nothing.

- Jack’s “Wanted by the FBI” picture is pretty cute. I wonder who took it.

- I like how Cas now frequently has a very visible reaction to things; he pulls the phone away from his hears, his expression changes, he has to breathe, before he manages to regain his composure. (Like the phone call he had with Dean while they were still seperated)

- Cas is so cute sitting at the desk with his laptop

- Why Jack. Why do you just sit down in the office to eat the heart?

- We usually saw Jack heal instantly; can’t he heal now or doesn’t he bother to heal his wounds?

- How many Grigori hearts did Jack eat...?

- Jack’s “dark” in ways he wasn’t before. The kind of dialogue he has comes across as very Winchester/ Cas like. I’m also trying to figure him out. He looks to the side at one point, before the Grigori takes his sword, which I assume means he saw Cas? His next expression is hard to describe; his nostrils flare, his calm expression drops. Is he shocked (I doubt it), is he angry (why would he?), is he trying to get out of the ropes to help or run? During the time it takes for Cas to defeat the Grigori, his expressions calms again and he lowers his head again. Maybe I’m just reading too much into it. I’m not very good at reading expressions anyway...

- The hug was nice but I really wish Cas and Jack would have actually spoken to each other. :/

TFW back together

- Dean and Sam are given the “little extra” that Dean wanted: Jack and Cas are back.

- I wish Sam had a bit of a more profound reaction. It’s the kind of welcome back reaction that would have been appropriate if Jack had just come back from a trip to the Swiss Alps where he tried to find himself among the cows and mountain spirits. Not when he came back from being killed by God.

- Dean’s reaction on the other hand was more impactful to me. Here we see that there’s tension there, some unspoken things. But still, he touches Jack the way that Bobby used to touch him. It’s a fierce look, but a gentle, parental touch. At the same time, this scene also addressed how much has changed (for the better!) between Dean and Cas. Dean seeks out Cas for conformation. I’m very soft about that exchange. (I think it also again presents Cas and Dean as an unit, especially when it gets to Jack.)

- I do hope Jack and Dean will hug eventually because the scene switch was a bit too fast for me. A bit more talk would have been better, or guiding them over into the next scene a bit gentler... Too many fanfic gaps here, even though the gaps are small!

- Sam and Dean acting like Jack ran away from them...? Sam: “You could have called.” Really, Sam...? When Jack says he couldn’t even though he wanted Dean says: “why not?” Why not, Dean? Do you really need to ask? And then Jack addressed nothing of what had happened and just brought up the current reason (staying hidden from god). Dude! You killed their mother, they wanted to trap you, then they wanted to kill you! I mean, come on.

- If Grigori hearts are the beginning, then what is next? Grigori are some of the “failed” creations of God that, according to Cas, should have been wiped out by the Flood. So maybe there are other things that God didn’t like for some reason or another that he wanted to get rid of. Grigori wiped out, Leviathan locked away, Nephilim forbidden... Hm.

- From S11 we know that you can’t kill God. Killing God is not an option... (I also don’t really want it to happen. If the ending is literally creation being wiped out and there is nothing but a black screen at the end then I will have a panic attack.)

New things going forwards:

Dean and Sam are heroes, no matter what Chuck says. Maybe they are no longer the heroes of his story (here I remember Metatron’s words again “you’re not the hero of this story, you are the villain”). But they’re still heroes. Fortuna rewards them for that alone with hero’s luck, which might give them back their bonuses to a certain degree. But the fact is that Sam and Dean are ordinary humans who become heroes because they are compassionate and brave and while they receive no reward for it, no “great recognition of their deeds”, they matter to the humans they saved. They matter in the smaller scheme of things, in the ways that Chuck disregards. Here I’m thinking of what Cas realized when he became human: that there is dignity in what he does, even if there is no divinity in it, even though it’s meaningless and “below him” even by Dean’s standards. But it mattered to Cas. He hurt, but it was meaningful and he wanted to live his life anyway. Chuck doesn’t see that. Chuck doesn’t see the dignity and meaning in the small things of human life. Because they are nuisances to him, they don’t make stories. Just like Sam and Dean doing the laundry all day don’t make stories for him - but they do for Becky.

So I think this episode reaffirmed what early SPN established: it’s the story of humans and how they save people, even if the odds are against them, and that makes them heroes. And not the other way around.

Some general comments: This is totally subjective but I feel there were some extra scenes that could have been cut (some pool hall stuff, the Grigori thing could have been slimmed down a bit) to give more space to things which I found more relevant like Cas/TFW’s reunion with Jack. I know that fanfic will fill the gaps eventually, but I wish we had to do a bit less work, you know? *lol* I mean, how did Cas and Jack’s conversation go, how was the drive back? How long where they in the Bunker by the time Sam and Dean came back from Alaska? What did they talk about? What conversations were exchanged in the scene break between TFW reuniting and them sitting at the map table? So many scenes to fill.

#Supernatural #spoilers #15x11 spoilers

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Acceptance | Chapter 12

Previously: PROLOGUE - CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3- CHAPTER 4 - CHAPTER 5 - CHAPTER 6 - CHAPTER 7 - CHAPTER 8 - CHAPTER 9 - CHAPTER 10 - CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

This Saturday evening, when Jurina had stepped inside The Blue Moon, it was in desperate need to try and explain herself and seek forgiveness from Rena. These last couple of months, there was no denying that the 26-year-old long, dark-haired stripper had entered her life in the most unexpected way, provoking strong, new feelings. Yes, Rena was stunningly beautiful and had a magnetic personality doubled with a powerful aura impossible to ignore, but what Jurina felt for her wasn’t solely reduced to simple physical attraction as she initially wanted to believe.

Her desire to be around the stripper recently recruited by the club wasn’t either motivated by the wish to fulfill her basic, raw physical needs with someone else. She had already gone through the later with Akane for half a year, then reiterated the experience when Nana had entered her life once more. Even though it had in both cases procured her great pleasure and - for a little while - a certain feeling of self-esteem that she lacked without contest, Jurina was everything but naïve.

Deep down, she was conscious that it would never be enough.

The bond she had formed with Rena so quickly and naturally. The genuine caring and attachment she felt for her, even to the point of unleashing an unsuspected, protective side. The happiness mingled with unrestrained impatience that blossomed within her each time her eyes landed with affection on the other girl across the room and she was granted with the possibility to spend a few – admittedly always too short - hours with her.

As days transformed into weeks, then months and Jurina couldn’t resist the urge to pass that front door every weekend, she was forced to realize that, maybe, she had finally found in Rena’s presence what she had searched for during all these years of misery and solitude. Unfortunately, her profound insecurity, that had inhabited her since her early childhood and followed her ever since had blinded her and led to terrible repercussions, fragilizing and hurting her relationship with Rena in the most devastating way.

When Jurina faced Rena again at the club after two weeks of separation, she feared her words of apology wouldn’t be welcomed. In fact, she expected nothing less but the other girl to refuse to listen and turn her back on her, before wiping her out of her existence once and for all. Jurina had mentally prepared herself for such an outcome: she was also fully aware that a firm rejection from the other girl would only crush her heart and destroy her last hopes of reconciliation.

Despite it, her latest serious conversation with her roommate had been greatly revealing, making her realize that Mayu was indeed right and she couldn’t afford to give up on Rena without a fight. Because, surprisingly, Rena had accomplished what no other girl had done before her: she had turned her life completely upside down.

Not a single night passed without Jurina’s dreams filled with thoughts of her. Not a week went by without her looking forward to their anticipated next encounter at The Blue Moon. During the course of those few months, Rena had come to mean so much to her: much more than she would have ever expected. And Jurina didn’t know what would become of her if she ended up losing her for good because of her foolish mistakes.

I accept you.

It had taken a full, long minute for Jurina to process that she had finally received what she had truly longed for: Rena’s wholehearted forgiveness. The electrifying sensation of Rena’s lips moving against her with a passion she hadn’t felt in weeks fueled Jurina with renewed hope and confidence. As a feeling of elation and relief coursed through her, she refused to let go of Rena now that she had her back in her arms, trapping her once more against the door of the VIP room.

“I don’t want anyone else but you,” Jurina reaffirmed between kisses, hearing a small whimper leaving Rena’s mouth as she captured, devoured and savored every inch of the stripper’s soft lips.

Jurina slipped her arms around Rena’s waist and embraced her tightly, feeling all her accumulated tension evaporating in an instant. Rejoicing their regained closeness and intoxicated by the mutual - almost overwhelming - fervor of their exchanged kisses, Jurina’s fingers grew impatient and refused to stay immobile any longer. While her right arm stayed secured around Rena’s waist, her left hand moved north, easily finding an opening and sliding underneath the back of Rena’s red blouse.

As soon as her fingers came in contact with the softness of Rena’s skin, Jurina felt a sparkle of desire igniting inside her. Jurina caressed and explored every inch at her disposal, venturing each time closer towards the clasp of Rena’s lace bra. Jurina showered kisses around Rena’s lips and along her jaw but soon had a burning desire, an aching need, for another kiss. Rena’s lips met hers halfway, recapturing hers.

The touch of Rena’s demanding lips sent a shockwave through her entire body, Jurina’s calm far long shattered with the hunger of her partner’s kisses. Freed from her last feeling of guilt and with no more secret separating them, it was an arduous task not to wish for more and to reclaim that body she had once possessed. That unique yet memorable night they had abandoned themselves into each other’s arms and succumbed to their desires, prey to a passion they hadn’t been able to control any further.

Yet, at the last minute, Jurina had held herself back, her fear of rejection forbidding her to cross a certain line with the older girl.

As the memory of that evening flowed her mind, Jurina fluttered her eyes open and detached her lips from Rena’s, gazing back at her somewhat uncertainly. While she tried to slow down her beating heart and regain a semblance of composure, a flicker of insecurity swept through her. Yes, Rena said she accepted her, but was she truly conscious of the implications? Of what it meant to be with someone physically different like her?

“Jurina?” Jurina jolted out of her thoughts at the sound of Rena’s small, hesitant voice, witnessing the other girl’s slightly worried expression. “What is it?” Rena’s fingers tenderly traced the line of her cheekbone.

“Maybe… Maybe we shouldn’t get carried away,” Jurina replied, dissimulating her unease behind a tentative smile. “Time is almost up,” she added, taking a step back. “And you still haven’t finished your shift tonight.”

“You’re right,” Rena sighed, leaning against the door. “But I don’t want you to leave.” Her hands moved with desperate speed, seizing the hem of Jurina’s jacket. “Will you stay? Will you wait for the end of my shift? We could go out for a drink. What do you think?”

At the hope lightening up Rena’s enchanting small brown eyes, Jurina couldn’t resist invading her personal space once more. “Where do you want to go?” she kissed her gently on the lips. “The Furukawa Lounge Bar? Or do you want to go somewhere else?”

“I don’t really mind…” Rena replied, running her fingers through Jurina’s hair. “I just want to spend time with you. So, promise me you will stay?”

“I will,” Jurina murmured, reaching up for a final kiss.

Rena clung to her, wanting the kiss to go on. “I have one last request,” she whispered, lips against hers. “When we go back to the main room, I want you to choose a table near the front stage.”

Jurina frowned in confusion, slightly taken aback by the unusual request. “Near the front stage? Why?”

“Just do it, alright?” Jurina noticed a mischievous gleam in her eyes, shivering lightly when the stripper slowly and sensuously brushed her thumb across Jurina’s lips. “I want to make sure you fully enjoy the show.”

1:20 a.m.

Jurina watched distractedly the two strippers, Nao and Madoka, dancing together in rhythm with the loud, upbeat Japanese music, admitting to herself that it felt a little odd to be back at the club after a full month without visiting it. After Rena had discovered her physical difference - and believing to have been rejected - she was well decided never to set foot at The Blue Moon again. Yet here she was, to top it all occupying a table so close to the main stage that she couldn’t possibly miss out a single detail of the performances unfolding in front of her.

Jurina took a sip from her second beer and averted her gaze from Madoka who was now undressing and making lascivious poses in front of an attentive and enthusiastic male audience, soon sweeping around the room in curiosity. Once again, Jurina found herself impressed by how crowded the club proved to be on this Saturday evening. One thing was for sure: the popularity of The Blue Moon showed no sign of decreasing, even attracting new clients every weekend.

Jurina immediately drew her attention back to the Smartphone laying on the table when she saw the screen flashing, taking in that she had received a text from Mayu. “It looks like you’re planning on spending the whole evening at the club. Finally, you two made up. You can thank me later. I’m staying at Yuki’s, so don’t worry about making too much noise when you come home. The apartment is all yours. Make good use of it!”

“How did she…” Jurina widened her eyes in stupefaction at her friend’s perspicacity, before shaking her head in amusement at her very last words. Mayu might tend to speak her mind without filter, no one understood what she was going through better than her. Every day that went by, Jurina considered herself extremely lucky and grateful to have such a trusted and supportive friend by her side.

For a little while, Jurina played with her phone until she went through her contacts, soon pausing on the new phone number she had recently added.

+81-9092270711

Rena

A smile fell upon Jurina’s lips in at the remembrance of that significant moment when she and Rena had at last exchanged phone numbers an hour ago. As she reflected upon everything that had been shared between them in the private room – demonstrations of affection but most of all, words of forgiveness and acceptance - Jurina was conscious her relationship with Rena had reached a new level.

And she was impatient to discover what the future had in store for them.

Jurina looked up from the screen when she felt a light touch on her shoulder, caught off guard when she saw another – yet very familiar – long, dark-haired stripper standing by her table. “Nana,” Jurina whispered in astonishment, leaving her phone aside to focus on the new unexpected presence.

Truthfully, during the course of the evening, their gazes had occasionally met across the room but the other stripper had strangely always kept her distance, never approaching her once. Jurina stole a quick, preoccupied look in the direction of the dressing room, somewhat relieved that Rena was currently absent from the main room as she was getting prepared for her upcoming and last show for the evening.

“Don’t worry, I won’t stay long,” Nana rested her hand for a moment on her shoulder, caressing it gently, before slowly withdrawing her fingers. “I just came by to say hi and see if you were having a good evening.”

Although it was quite brief, Jurina noticed Nana following her gaze on the closed dressing room’s door. On further reflection, Jurina now seriously wondered if this meeting with Nana was everything but a coincidence after all and the stripper hadn’t in fact waited deliberately until now an opening to engage a conversation with her. “I am,” Jurina answered, thankful for Nana’s delicate attention. “I really am.”

“Did you manage to obtain what you desired?” Nana asked.

Jurina processed Nana’s enigmatic words, detecting the small apprehension behind them, until realization dawned on her when she remembered her previous exchange with Rena. Back then, she hadn’t paid much attention to it when Rena had mentioned it, but now it occurred to her that she was visibly missing a piece of the puzzle. “You talked to Rena, didn’t you? What did you tell her?”

Nana’s mouth tugged into a slow, knowing smile. “I told her the truth; that she had nothing to fear from me. I just hope that my words managed to reach her. Did they?”

Jurina nodded almost imperceptibly, touched that the older girl had gone to such length as to interfere in her favor. “I’m not sure why you did it but, I wanted to thank you for never treating me differently all this time.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Nana protested lightly, relief crossing her features. “Do you remember what I told you the first time we met?”

“I don’t,” Jurina shook her head no.

“I told you that you shouldn’t be so afraid of who you are,” Nana said, dropping a light, gentle kiss on Jurina’s cheek. “And now, I can tell you finally found that happiness you always sought.”

Jurina could sense by the solemnity of Nana’s words that the other girl wasn’t naïve, and she knew that their little arrangement had come to a definite end. Jurina reflected upon something to reply, and hastily caught Nana’s wrist as she was about to take a step back. “I don’t regret what we did,” she let out at last, regarding her seriously, hoping the other girl wouldn’t doubt the sincerity of her words. “Thank you for never rejecting me.”

Nana nodded and smiled, and Jurina watched her as she turned on her heels and left, vanishing from her sight and from her life.

Hittin' me up late always be blowin' up my phone

I'm lying awake wonderin' why I'm still alone

Lord knows I am sinning, please forgive me for my lust

Sending pictures back and forth

Babe, I'm craving your touch

Jurina swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her beer as the daring lyrics of the American song played in the air. Now, she was having a good feeling why Rena had asked her to come and sit near the stage. As soon as the lights went out and the speaker had announced the arrival of the next stripper, a boldly confident Gekikara had made her appearance clad in a long sleeve nylon fishnet and a black mini-skirt, her see through top revealing a black, lace bra accentuating the natural curves of her breasts.

You're my new obsession

Let go of any hesitation

Baby, be my new addiction

Intoxicate me gently with your loving

From the moment Rena had begun swaying her hips in rhythm with the sensual music, she hadn’t ceased sending suggestive, lingering looks in Jurina’s direction, easily giving away her sneaky intentions. As the seconds went by and it became harder for Jurina to maintain her composure, she could tell tonight’s performance was going to be nothing like what the stripper usually delivered. By Rena’s repetitive and frequent lascivious poses towards her side of the stage, it didn’t take her long to figure out that the stripper was determined to tease and provoke her to no end.

I want to make sure you fully enjoy the show.

The following minutes were going to feel painfully long if the stripper didn’t tone down her little act, Jurina grasped as she recalled Rena’s previous words and couldn’t find the strength within her to detach her eyes from her beautifully attractive tormentor. Tonight, the proximity with the stage coupled with the special, personal attention Rena was giving her were making it hard for Jurina to control her longing, the erotic dance awakening and increasing by every heartbeat her excitement.

You got me so high

Pull me closer into you and watch our bodies intertwine

I feel so alive

You know what I'm thinking of

Got me dreamin' 'bout that sexy dirty love

Jurina’s pulse quickened as she watched the person responsible for her current agitation approaching her side once more, surprised and destabilized when Rena drew even closer and came to kneel by the edge of the stage. Jurina didn’t have time to understand what was happening that the other girl had extended her arm in her direction and caught her hand without warning, confidently guiding Jurina’s hand towards the zipper of her skirt.

Jurina’s heart beat with the pulse of the music and stared up into the eyes so close to hers, reading the silent invitation behind them. It wasn’t rare for strippers to tease the clients closest to the stage and involve them in an aspect of the choreography, such as helping them remove a piece of clothing or allowing them a fleeting caress of their naked body. But it certainly wasn’t part of Gekikara’s little routine. All the regular customers witnessing the current scene and following their interaction were perfectly aware of the difference of treatment Jurina was subjected to.

“What are you waiting for?” Rena asked, not hesitating to lean forward when Jurina’s fingers stayed motionless on her skirt, refusing to comply. “Don’t tell me you’re now afraid of touching me.”

The tone was teasing, even shamelessly flirtatious.

Rena’s hand wrapped around the dark fabric of her sleeve and Jurina shivered despite herself, relishing the contact when Rena’s fingers progressed upwards, stroking her arm slowly and sensuously. Rena’s touch numbed her senses, effortlessly shutting down Jurina’s internal voice warning her that the stripper was crossing a line by showing preference towards a client in front of an audience.

Jurina’s gaze dropped from Rena’s eyes to her breasts, drinking in the sensuality of her physique, before traveling down to that short skirt that proved to be in the way. Rena’s provocative, almost insolent, gaze was enough to weaken her resolve and Jurina didn’t waste any more time to seize the zipper and pull it down, slowly enough to give her proper time to savor the moment to its fullest, gliding her hands on Rena’s hips and caressing her thighs as she assisted her in removing the piece of clothing.

“Thank you...” The sweet touch of Rena’s lips on her cheek as she reached forward to kiss her set her aflame, Jurina not missing the promise for more in the smoldering depth of Rena’s eyes as the stripper stared back at her with naked longing.

The visual exchange was eventually broken when Rena abruptly drew away from her side of the stage and returned to the center to dance. While watching as the stripper finished delivering her sexiest performance of all times, Jurina, heart hammering against her ribs, attempted to quench her parched mouth with a deep swallow of her beer, more than ever conscious that no one else but Rena was capable of bringing out her emotions with such intensity.

2:02 a.m.

Only a couple of minutes had passed since Jurina had left the strip club in Rena’s company when she felt small droplets of water hitting her face, instantly wetting her jet-black shoulder-length hair and blue jacket. Jurina barely had time to assess the new situation that Rena abruptly grabbed her hand, quickening the pace. Jurina didn’t hesitate to follow her as the stripper guided them in the streets of Tokyo, vainly attempting to dodge the rain as it increased in intensity by every second.

When Rena spotted a closed café in a nearby alley, she turned and engaged in it, both hurriedly taking shelter underneath the small storefront. Jurina glanced up to the dark, rainy sky of Tokyo, feeling slightly dejected by the sudden downpour. When she had left her apartment three hours ago, the weather forecast predicted nothing else but a beautiful, rainless night, and she now feared this unforeseen turn of events to have ruined her evening plans with the other girl.

Jurina took a tentative peek at the girl standing quietly by her side, taking in how her appearance had been greatly affected by the heavy rain. Her previously neatly brushed, shiny long, dark hair were damp, sticking against her face and neck, while her red blouse was almost entirely soaked, the black, lacy bra she was wearing easily showing through the light fabric of her top.

Jurina’s attention lingered despite herself to the wet clothes that clung to Rena’s body, outlining the slim curves of her chest, defining the roundness of her breasts. Despite the circumstances, Jurina couldn’t help but find the stripper feverishly attractive. When she finally tore her eyes away from the appealing view, she realized by Rena’s subtle, amused look that she had been caught staring.

Jurina held Rena’s gaze, heart pounding, trying to anticipate her next move. She watched as the other girl’s eyes searched her face, studying her carefully, as if trying to reach into her thoughts. Eventually, Rena was the first to reduce the distance between them, Jurina soon finding her mouth smothered by Rena’s warm lips. Jurina wrapped her arms around Rena’s waist, bringing her closer. Rena’s kiss left her mouth burning with fire and she didn’t hesitate to part her lips, allowing Rena’s tongue to move into her with urgent passion.

Rena’s moist, firm mouth demanded a response and Jurina returned the kiss with reckless abandon, moving her mouth overs hers, devouring its softness. Jurina stumbled back under the force of their wild kisses, her back grazing the window shop as Rena leaned into her and pressed her body further against hers.

Jurina’s thoughts fragmented when Rena’s hands wound around her jacket, finding a path underneath her wet shirt, her flesh tingling as possessive fingers explored the surface of her back. Jurina detached her lips from hers and traveled down her throat, searing a path down the creamy expense of Rena’s neck, before stopping dead when she felt the alarming, knowing bulge pushing against her pants.

“W-Wait…” Jurina gently pushed her away, disengaging herself from Rena’s embrace.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Rena met her eye questioningly for a moment before her lips slowly descended to brush hers, reclaiming them into a gentle, drugging kiss.

Jurina felt herself shiver, greatly tempted by the tantalizing invitation for more as every inch of her being craved for Rena’s touch. Rena’s fingers had now unbuttoned her jacket and were caressing her chest, before venturing down and playing around her inner thighs. When Jurina felt a pair of fingers landing on her crotch, she stiffened. The kiss was broken; their eyes locked at once.

Jurina could tell by Rena’s surprised look that the gesture had been accidental; the next moment, she slowly removed her hand from her sex. Jurina swallowed hard, gauging Rena’s reaction, knowing the other girl was now fully aware of what the partial darkness had successfully hidden until now: her growing arousal. Jurina watched her somewhat apprehensively, the memory of that day when the stripper had touched her at the same place, discovering for the first time her physical difference, still vividly imprinted in her mind.

Rena’s eyes traveled down; her fingertips approached Jurina’s pants, touching the showing bulge slowly and tentatively. Jurina noticed that Rena’s expression had considerably softened, a small, secret smile playing on her lips when she drew her hand away and raised her gaze to meet hers. “It’s alright, don’t be afraid.” Rena cupped her chin, placing a tender, lingering kiss on her cheek. “I said I accepted you, didn’t I? So, what should we do now?”

Jurina released a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding; she felt her own tension dissipate as she slowly returned the smile. Jurina pushed tendrils of hair back from Rena’s damp forehead, carefully replacing and adjusting to the side Rena’s fringe that had been messed up by the rain. “Do you want to go to The Furukawa Lounge Bar?”

“I don’t really feel like going out anymore,” Rena replied, before adding tentatively. “But we could go to my place, I live a few streets away from here. What do you think?”

Jurina held her breath and briefly looked around them, noticing that the rain had by now slightly decreased in intensity, before she slowly returned her attention to Rena, seeing nothing else but the sweet temptation in her invitation. Jurina nodded, not trusting herself to speak, watching as a smile of pleasure played at the corner of Rena’s mouth as the stripper laced their fingers together and pulled her along behind her.

Jurina was conscious that it was the first time she was standing in Rena’s apartment yet she barely took a moment to look around the place, far too distracted by the presence of the girl preceding her and leading her inside. Jurina’s eyes bored intensely into the curves of Rena’s slender back as the other girl let go of her hand - briefly listening as she informed her she would be back in a minute and to make herself comfortable in the meantime – before watching her walking away and disappearing in a room.

Despite hearing the invitation well, Jurina couldn’t stay idle and she followed Rena’s steps until she stopped in front of the room she had previously entered, her heart skipping a beat as she observed through the bathroom’s partially opened door while the stripper removed her wet blouse and approached the sink, grabbing a fresh towel within reach, slowly drying her skin and her wet hair.

Jurina didn’t know how long she stood there, staring, admiring at length the flawless body of the creature that had stolen her soul and her heart so many months ago, but her presence soon didn’t go unnoticed when their eyes suddenly met across the mirror. Now discovered, Jurina couldn’t bear the separation any longer and decisively stepped inside the bathroom, reducing the distance between them and encircling Rena’s waist from behind.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” she whispered inside her ear, before bending her head and nuzzling her nose against the crook of Rena’s neck, inhaling the sweet scent of Rena’s perfume.

Jurina felt the body against hers quivering in response and she tightened her hold around Rena’s body in a possessive gesture, before placing a trail of lingering kisses along Rena’s jaw and removing a few strands of hair from her skin, kissing her way down the nape of her neck. Jurina distinguished the muffled sound of a towel dropping on the floor and she fluttered her eyes open, feeling her stomach tighten in anticipation when Rena turned around in her arms and looked at her with eyes that made her shiver with desire.

Their lips met in a hurried, hungry kiss and Jurina backed the stripper against the sink, mapping every inch of her chest with her hands, outlining the shape of her breasts, caressing their softness through the fabric of her bra. Jurina didn’t oppose any resistance when Rena grabbed her jacket and removed it with hasty fingers, listening as it fell loudly by her feet, before the older girl took a firm hold of her shirt and pulled it over her head, their lips briefly parting in the process before quickly reconnecting in a languid, exploratory kiss as soon as it followed the same path on the floor along with her bra.

Jurina stumbled a few steps backwards when the stripper suddenly placed her hands flat on her abdomen and pushed her back, out of the bathroom, heat coursing through her veins when Jurina read the burning desire dancing in Rena’s eyes. Jurina barely had time to react that the stripper’s lips had assaulted hers again, her mouth massaging hers with provocative insistence as she kept pushing her back and back, only realizing where Rena was leading her when the back of her legs hit the edge of a bed.

Jurina heard the faint, distinct click of a bra being unclasped and she shot her eyes open, watching intently as the stripper removed the straps from her shoulders and let them fall, before tossing aside the piece of lingerie. A bright flare of desire sprang in Jurina’s eyes as she stared at Rena’s exposed chest and took time in appreciating her beauty, the beautiful mounds that waited for her attention.

Jurina stilled, regarding her somewhat uncertainly while the stripper took a step back and went to lie down on the bed. Every inch of her ached with need, craved to touch that erotic, perfectly sculpted body that she had once possessed. However, a part of her feared she wouldn’t be able to stop herself this time if she let herself get consumed by her lust, already feeling her excitement increasing by every minute, the knowing bulge pushing against her pants and asking nothing more but to be attended.

Jurina swallowed a nervous lump when she saw the other girl straightening up in bed and slowly approaching her side, taking a seat by the edge of the bed. “What’s wrong?” she looked up to her in a mixture of confusion and concern. “Talk to me.”

Jurina knew she had no other choice but to be completely honest. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself once I start.”

A sudden, knowing look passed over the stripper’s features. “Who said I wanted you to stop?” Rena reached out for her fingers, giving them a reassuring, light squeeze. “When I said I wanted to be with you, I really meant it.”

“Rena…” Jurina hesitated. “What I meant is-”

“I know what you mean,” Rena murmured, gently placing a hand behind Jurina’s neck, pulling her mouth down onto hers. “And I want this.” Rena’s lips brushed against hers in a tender, light kiss as she spoke. “I want this as much as you do.” She reached behind her jeans and retrieved the foil package from her back pocket.

Jurina studied her in search of any sign of unease or apprehension while Rena gently slipped it into her hand, but all she saw reflected in Rena’s eyes were genuine honesty and affection. When Rena took her hands and placed them onto her breasts, encouraging them to explore, Jurina surrendered as they shared a new kiss full of passion and need, before feeling Rena’s fingers deftly unbuckling her belt and pushing her pants down, leaving her in nothing else but her boxers.

When the older girl crawled backwards onto the bed invitingly, Jurina leaned down and slowly took off Rena’s pants, discovering the sexy, black panties she was wearing, before moving onto the bed, now more than eager to worship Rena’s desirable, nude body. Jurina climbed on top of her and her gaze traveled over Rena’s face, searching her eyes, tenderly melting into hers. When Rena tangled her fingers in her hair and gently pushed her down, Jurina’s lips came coaxingly down on hers, her mouth moving over hers in a sensuous exploration.

Jurina kissed her, lingering, savoring every moment, before her mouth left hers, her lips flickering over Rena’s skin with hot desire as she traveled down her throat, tracing a path towards her breasts. Her lips continued to explore her soft ivory flesh before her mouth closed over the flower of Rena’s breast, while her hand gently outlined the circle of her other mound, feeling it up and massaging it.

The fingers buried in her hair grew more pressing, urging her to continue with her ministrations, which Jurina was more than happy to oblige. She teased Rena’s nipple with just the tip of her tongue, before her tongue explored and tasted the rosy peak of Rena’s breasts. She gently nipped her with her teeth before suckling harder, reveling in her moans of pleasure, her pleas for more.

Jurina detached her lips when Rena’s nipples firmed under her touch and she gazed back at her work appreciatively, noticing the fine sheer of perspiration that now covered Rena’s throat and breasts, before crushing their lips together, swallowing another moan. Her hand slid down Rena’s abdomen then her hip, taking her sweet time in caressing each inch of her skin, before her fingers ventured lower to her midsection.

Jurina broke the kiss but never took her eyes off the girl beneath her while she slowly explored the area between Rena’s legs, caressing through the soft fabric of her black panties. She watched with pride as Rena’s pupils dilated with unmistakable lust, feeling the progressive moisture against her fingertips as she stimulated with gentle strokes and light pressures the erogenous region.

“S-Stop teasing me.”

A small, amused smile fell upon Jurina’s lips and she knew she had played long enough with her patience. Descending her lover’s agitated body that begged for more of her touch, she marveled at the view of the sexy piece of lingerie covering Rena’s private parts before carefully sliding it down her hips then her thighs, removing it completely. When she moved back on top of her, a tremor of desire rippled through her when she saw Rena running her tongue over her lips in anticipation.

Jurina’s lips covered hers hungrily, lost again in the intoxicating sensation of Rena’s warm and smooth lips brushing against hers, before traveling her hand south and leading her fingers into the folds of flesh that hid the center of Rena’s womanhood. Jurina gently explored then dipped her middle finger into her, Rena letting out a soft, feminine moan at the intrusion, soon pushing her finger deeper inside her.

Jurina slid into her slowly and methodically, twisting and curving, stroking her inner walls, brushing against her most sensitive spot. Jurina added her thumb to the mix and rubbed softly against her clit, feeling Rena’s sensitive, tight walls relaxing, moistening deliciously around her finger, Rena’s breathing growing more erratic as she moved her finger faster and deeper inside her.

As Jurina felt her partner’s pleasure intensifying by every new stroke, she could feel her own arousal increasing dangerously. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a groan, feeling her member hardening even more, swelling against her boxers uncomfortably and begging for attention. Jurina barely registered the feeling of a pair of fingers fumbling with the waistband of her boxers, before stiffening when Rena gently cupped her throbbing organ through the fabric of her underwear.

“You’re so hard. Come on, take it off.”

Jurina shuddered at the sound of Rena’s husky voice, feeling her resolve faltering by every second under her penetrating look. She wasn’t sure why she was still holding back; she had waited this moment for so long. Then, a part of her realized that her fear of rejection remained deeply anchored within her, and she was afraid Rena might not be completely ready for this and would regret afterwards taking the next step.

"I want to feel you inside me.”

Rena’s lewd words only served to reinforce her arousal and she knew she was on the verge of losing her sanity, feeling a new lurch of excitement within her. When Rena reached up and connected their mouths, she succumbed to the forceful domination of her lips, before swallowing hard as Rena leaned back on her elbows, her eyes slowly traveling down to her underwear in silent expectation.

Jurina brushed aside the voice inside her head, the one that had filled her with insecurities and doubts all her life, before slowly peeling off her boxers, letting the cotton undergarment fall by the side of the bed. Jurina felt a prickle of apprehension under Rena’s scrutiny, trying to decipher her unreadable expression, knowing she was discovering her unconventional anatomy for the very first time.

When Rena held out her hand in her direction, Jurina carefully got back on top of her and, as she read no sign of fear or repulsion in Rena’s eyes but only tenderness and desire, she felt an overwhelming surge of relief and hope. Jurina could feel her heart beginning to beat faster and she caressed tenderly Rena’s cheek, taking her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, trying to convey her eternal devotion to her.

Jurina kept her eyes fixed on her while she gently spread Rena’s thighs apart and pressed herself between her legs, knowing her need for her was showing when their wet parts came in contact. After putting the protection on, Jurina laid down on top of her and placed her member at the entrance, prodding against her, carefully pushing her length inside Rena’s closed folds, her member slowly working its way into her.

Jurina heard a small plaintive cry leaving Rena’s lips and felt the body beneath her tensing at the sudden, unfamiliar intrusion. At once, she stilled and paused her progression. Jurina planted little, soft kisses along Rena’s cheek, determined to reassure her, ready to patiently give her enough time to adjust to the size of her erect member. “Try to relax. I’ll be slow and gentle.”

Jurina kissed her lingeringly on the mouth while her hand seared a path down her chest. Her palms followed the curves of her breasts before roaming intimately over them, caressing her sensitive taunt nipples. Jurina could tell her soothing words and affectionate gestures were having a positive influence as she felt Rena’s body easing up, the heavy breathing against her cheek slowing down little by little.

Tentatively, Jurina began moving inside her again, slowly pushing, progressing inside her inch by inch as she felt her muscles stretching to accommodate her length. She restrained herself from going all the way in for now, knowing Rena’s insides had not fully gotten used to the intrusion yet. Jurina pulled her member out, then back in, slowly moving her hips back and forth a few times.

Jurina kept moving inside her at a slow, gentle pace for a while, relishing the delicious sensation of Rena’s walls enveloping her length, progressively giving her better and more access to maneuver inside her. Jurina felt her own pleasure and arousal increasing in intensity as she realized she had finally obtained what she had desired ardently for so long, and she and Rena were finally making one.

Jurina could tell that Rena’s initial discomfort had turned to pleasure when the moans spilling from Rena’s mouth were now sweet with arousal. Excited by her response, Jurina was driven to indulge even more in her body. Jurina thrusted a little deeper inside her, feeling Rena’s nails digging, almost painfully, into her back in reaction, until her member reached Rena’s deepest point, causing her to let out a particularly loud moan.

Rena’s gasps and moans rose in intensity as she continued moving rhythmically, penetrating her body over and over. She increased the pace gradually but refused to go too fast or too hard, wishing to be as gentle as possible and prolong their lovemaking, ensure the moment was pleasurable for both of them. Each time Jurina slid herself in and out, she felt Rena’s uneven breathing brushing against her cheek, intermittent moans leaving her lover’s quivering lips as her arms around her back tightened their hold.

Through the fog of ecstasy, Jurina focused on how Rena’s face was bustling with her own pleasure, watched in fascination as her body writhed beneath her, matching her every movement. Her face nuzzled into Rena’s neck and she kissed the pulsing, moist hollow at the base of her throat, exploring and caressing her skin with her tongue. This body was all her heart desired, she was in supreme bliss.

Jurina felt the older girl embracing her buttocks with her legs, seeking more friction, allowing her to plunge deeper within her. Jurina’s eyes clamped shut and she groaned, her breathing haggard. She could feel the fresh rain scent of Rena mixed with the musk smell of passion that their desire had released into the air, hear the wet sounds of their bodies smacking so deliciously lewd in the bedroom.

All of a sudden, Jurina saw the body beneath her convulse and she stilled, feeling Rena’s inner walls clamp down around her member as a powerful orgasm shook her. Rena’s arms closed around Jurina’s neck and she muffled a cry against her shoulder, shuddering as waves of ecstasy crashed over her again and again.

Jurina could not contain herself any longer as she felt her own climax coiling around her throbbing member, squeezing tight, showing no mercy. Giving a few more thrusts, she buried herself inside her and let her own orgasm claim her, following her too over the edge when the wild ragged pleasure overtook her completely.

After a few heavy breathings, Jurina collapsed onto her and buried her face in Rena’s neck, listening as they both panted in raged, sated bliss, losing herself in the delicious aftershock of her orgasm. Jurina lingered inside her for a moment, feeling Rena’s grip progressively relaxing around her neck, before slowly pulling out of her. Jurina’s lips descended to meet hers and her mouth moved over hers with tenderness, witnessing the sting of tears of happiness behind Rena’s eyelids as she whispered her unconditional love for her.

#wmatsui #matsui jurina #matsui rena #wmatsui fanfic #fujita nana #JuriNana #SKE48 #AKB48 #acceptance #chapter 12

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DW Inbox Buddies daily prompts

I suppose you could say that I took @dwinboxbuddies daily prompts and ran with them - I wrote something for all but 3 days. Each was an individual, unconnected story, but I’ve consolidated them here and formatted as they were meant to be.

Gifts for @starry-nightflyer

9/1 - Run

It was the most romantic kiss of Rose’s life. Even with an audience of 200, the Doctor still poured all his love for her into it, and she responded in kind, despite the wolf whistles. Pulling back, he searched for the perfect word to start their new life. In the end, only one could do. His right hand took her left, and her eyes sparkled as she understood. “Run.” He whispered, and they dashed from the altar, down the aisle, and out into the bright sunshine of the rest of their life.

9/2 – Stargazing

Lying on the mansion roof watching the stars twinkle above her, Rose wished for home. It had been years, now, and her human mind was starting to forget; forget the exact shade of brown his eyes became in the privacy of their bedroom; forget the precise sound of the TARDIS landing. As she did every night, she picked a star, closed her eyes, and made a wish. Looking up at the stars, she bolted upright. Did that star just go out?

9/4 – Holding Hands

The grief and devastation was so unbearable, it was difficult for Rose to feel anything other than the profound sense of loss. It is not until later, after Norway, after ‘no touch’, after ‘Rose Tyler-‘, that she realizes what she misses most. Having a hand – his hand – to hold.

9/5 – Sweet

Rose laughed, watching the Doctor and Tony compete for the bigger milkshake moustache. Soon enough, Tony was declared the victor, and he ran off to claim his prize of time on the playset, leaving Rose to soothe the Doctor’s pout. The sweet taste of his kiss had nothing to do with the remains of his banana milkshake.

9/6 – In the TARDIS

“It’s going to be all right, Rose,” the Doctor promised.

“We’re quite literally strung up like a pig at a luau Doctor – how is it going to be okay?!”

“The sonic can cut through these ropes in about ten seconds.”

“Well, then, use it, would you? We’re running out of time!”

“Uh…” “Please don’t say it’s broken!”

“No, it’s fine – it’s in the pocket of my jacket.”

“And where is that?”

“Um, in the TARDIS?”

“Doctor!”

9/7 – Cooking a meal

A gentle nudge from the TARDIS woke Rose. “What is it? What’s wrong?” She asked the ship, who gave off a slightly alarmed hum followed by a muted imitation of a smoke alarm.

Grabbing her dressing gown, Rose shuffled to the galley to find it filled with smoke and her husband coughing by the oven.

He looked up to see her, arms crossed and frowning, and chuckled weakly. “Happy birthday?”

9/8 – Break

“Doctor?”

“Yes, Rose?”

“So, I’ve been on board for a few weeks now.”

“Yeah?”

“Is there anything, I dunno, else?”

“Else? Rose Tyler, what more could you possibly want?!”

“You’ve got a timeship.”

“Yeah.”

“Unlimited credit anywhere but Earth.”

“I do.”

“Do you think – can we take a break?”

“A break? From what? Why?”

“Because, Doctor, I want to go shopping on an alien planet.”

“Fine. But we’re going to America’s Black Friday, year 4263. Worst ever.”

“Challenge accepted.”

9/9 – Ocean

They stand side by side, staring out at the ocean. “The house is nice.” Rose tells him. “Torchwood’s not bad, not with Pete in charge.”

“What are you saying?” He asks.

“Just that it’s not a bad life.” She looks up at him.

He smiles down at her, offering “Better with two, though?”

She laughs. “Yep. Know why?”

“Cause there’s you?”

She takes his hand, reaffirming, “Forever.”

“Stuck with you – that’s not so bad.” He tells her, and she can’t resist; she kisses him.

9/10 – I can’t believe you’re back here

“I can’t believe you’re back here.” Rose found her new husband hiding in the kitchen, downing handfuls of nibbles.

“Needed a breather.” He shrugged.

“Well, how about instead of the kitchen where we’ll be found, we take a very large slice of our wedding cake and go sit outside and stare at the stars?” She suggested.

“Brilliant, you are.” He told her seriously as she plated the cake.

She got a good grip on the plate, and held out her hand.

“Run?”

“Run!” He agreed.

They ran.

9/11 – Kiss

They kissed in all kinds of ways now, for every possible reason. Hello. See you later (never goodbye). Good morning. Good night. Light pecks, passionate snogs. Rose’s favorite, she quickly discovered, were the ‘just because’ ones. Especially when the Doctor initiated. Nothing made the butterflies take off like when he would pull her close and give her a sweet kiss. If she questioned it, he would simply shrug and say, “Because I can, Rose. Because I can.”

9/12 – Angry

One of the side effects of being part Donna, he’d noticed, was being far quicker to anger when he was dismissed out of hand. Centuries of being the smartest person in the room meant he used to ignore doubters; now, he had a tendency to start shouting. Many times, especially in his first six months, Rose would have to pull him away before fisticuffs could start. After every instance, he would grieve for his best friend, and all she lost because of the metacrisis.

9/13 – On an alien planet

One foot out of the TARDIS, Rose stopped to stare, transfixed. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed.

The Doctor smiled down at her. “Glad you like it.”

“An alien planet. My first alien planet!” She bounced on the balls of her feet. “Thank you!”

She threw her arms around him, and he reciprocated automatically, admitting, “Anything for you.”

“So, where are we?”

“S’called Woman Wept.”

“It looks like it’s all ice and snow.”

“It is.”

“Can we ice skate?”

He smiled in response.

9/14 – Getting arrested

“I’m sorry.”

Silence.

“Rose, really, I am.”

Still no response.

He keeps trying.

“It’s not like this is the first time we’ve been arrested. And, actually, this is one of the nicer jails. I remember one time-” and off he goes, trying to talk the stony glare off her face.

“Doctor?”

“Yes, love?”

“I don’t mind getting arrested for a good reason – breaking a law, as protest, what have you.”

“But?”

“Never again get us arrested for stealing bananas.”

“Yes, dear.”

9/15 – Again

He was regenerating again. Rose could barely bring herself to watch, hoping this new, new, new Doctor would still want her, still love her. Face half hidden in Jack’s coat, she waited to see who he would become. Just as suddenly as it started, the golden regeneration energy stopped and she stared in awe that he was still the same. Dizzy with relief, she threw herself into his arms, clutching him as tightly as he was her. Finally, she was home.

9/16 – Moon

Sitting on the Tower wall with Amy, waiting for news on the cubes, the Doctor stared resolutely at the moon. Every time he thought of the Ponds’ future his time senses went haywire, and there was a heavy ball of dread in his gut. He knew this feeling far too well. For Donna, when he realized she had Time Lord knowledge. Martha, at the Master’s devastation. At the Olympics, the grief for his pink-and-yellow love that time has not dulled. Soon, he knows, the Ponds will join that list.

9/17 – You can trust me

Later, after the snow has melted and after two weeks in Egypt, Donna remembers that skinny, weird alien who begged for her trust. He’d been so sad, in a fog, like her mum after dad passed. Watching Sylvia put her life back together, Donna regrets saying no. He needs someone to keep him going, to stop him going too far. He needs a friend to boss him around. Eventually, she decides it should be her, and resolves to find him through strange happenings. Why are the bees disappearing?

9/18 – Hug

She doesn’t like it when he hugs her. Never mind the paper cuts she gets (HOW is he so skinny??) it’s just not them – they banter and tease, they don’t do sentiment. Hugs mean something’s wrong. Hugs mean danger, and sadness, and weariness. Pompeii. The Library. Midnight (the planet, not the time). So when both versions hug her tight within ten minutes, her new, part Time Lord brain starts running calculations. He’s hugging her, and that means something’s wrong.

9/19 – Anxious/Nervous

He shifted nervously at the altar, a small part of him worried his bride would not show. They loved each other, he knew, and wanted to be married, but at the eleventh hour, who knew what could happen? Then the trumpets blared, and a vision in white made her way down the aisle, beaming at him. He took her hand from the father she’d never (always) known, and they giggled together as the preacher began to speak. “We are gathered here together to join Amelia and Rory in marriage-”

9/20 – Past or Future

He stands there so smug, offering her the choice of backwards or forwards in time. It seems like a simple enough question, but it felt like so much more. Backwards or forwards – past or future. To her, it seems like her choice would be obvious. She’d been choosing backwards – the past – for years now. Moving home after Jimmy, getting back with Mickey. But this, now, being here to even get the offer – to her, that said it all. Letting out a shaky breath, she says “Forwards.”

9/21 – First meeting

It was a perfectly boring Thursday afternoon, the kind he had railed against so frequently as a full Time Lord. He’d known (hoped) this was coming in the three weeks they’d known, but now in the moment, he felt his heart stop, and then expand. “Hello, little one.” He whispered aloud to the fledgling mind brushing against his. Rising from his desk to find Rose, he promised himself and this small, new life he and Rose had made that he would never curse Thursday afternoons again.

9/22 – Change

Objectively, he knows they’ve both changed in the years they’ve been apart. She’s obviously flourished here, building the dimension cannon and saving Donna from that artificial parallel universe. He’s changed as well, shaped by his time with Martha, then Donna, never mind the Master’s torture. And yet, as they lie wrapped in each other’s arms in Rose’s bed at the mansion on his first night there, he thinks that the most important things haven’t changed. They still fit in each other’s arms.

9/23 – Smile

After meeting Rose, he thought he’d never see a more wonderful smile. Now, smiling down at Sarah Jacqueline’s beaming face, he knows he was wrong.

“You do realize it’s probably just gas, right?” An exhausted Rose reminds her husband.

He shrugs, never looking away from his new daughter. “I don’t really care. I’ve seen incredible things in my life – stars being born, stars dying, all of time itself. But this, her – it’s a thousand times better than all of it.”

9/24 – For once, I was wrong

“Okay, okay!” The Doctor grumbled, as a triumphant Rose smirked. “Fine. I admit – for once, I was wrong, and you were right.”

“Haha!” Rose crowed, pumping her fist in the air. “See? S’like Mum always said – sometimes less is more.”

The Doctor gave her his best glare, though he was easily distracted by the whipped cream on her nose. “I suppose. But, I hope you know you’re the only one I would share a banana split with, Rose Tyler.”

“Better with two.” She told him happily.

9/25 – Cuddle

It was petty. She knew it, but she couldn’t help the thought. In the ways that really mattered, this tall skinny bloke was the same man as her Doctor. Protecting her, defending the Earth, that smile when he saw her – it was all there. She still felt guilty though, especially sitting across from her boyfriend, wondering, hoping, that their cuddles would still be the same. Although, she thought, feeling his hand on her knee, there seemed to be a possibility they would be even better.

9/26 – Happy

It hits her out of the blue one day – she’s happy. Stopping dead in an alien marketplace, she considers her situation. In truth, it’s as terrifying as she originally feared. But, she’s found, it’s also amazing. She’s seen some truly awful things, but that gives her a chance to save the day. To matter. Because the weird, skinny alien showed her she did. Speaking of – “Don-na!” He reappeared in front of her. “Allons-y!” He’s off again, and she follows. It’s nice to be needed.

9/28 – Pillow Fight

“Oi!” Jackie barged into the room, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Do you mind? Tony can hear you!”

“Sorry, Jackie.” The Doctor said sheepishly, before asking, “Uh, why are your eyes closed?”

Rose laughed, and Jackie carefully opened them to find the couple kneeling on their bed in pajamas, still holding pillows, feathers littered around them.

“Are you having a pillow fight?” She asked, incredulous.

The Doctor blinked. “Of course we are. What did you think we were doing?”

9/29 – Mine

Objectively, she knows she’s far from the first. She’s met Martha and Sarah Jane, and knows all about Rose. But, she can’t help but think, for right now, while she’s on board? The ship, the universe, and yes even the weird alien pilot, are hers. Only hers. She knows it won’t last forever, especially if Rose ever returns, but here and now (wherever and whenever that is) it all belongs to her. Maybe this life isn’t so bad after all.

#bbatcfic #dwinboxbuddies #ficandchips #Doctor Who #sent #starry-nightflyer #mini ficlets #kidfic

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OTW Staff Picks: Our Favorite Songs of 2018 (So Far)

Throughout all of 2018’s faults, one thing remained true. Good music prevailed through all the murk and dejection of the year. After all, what is music’s purpose beyond providing a moment of escape, a respite from the world around us? It’s for this reason that we here at Ones To Watch wanted to share with you the songs that have affected us the most this year (so far). And in doing so we hope that you can find a moment of musical respite, as well as a new musical discovery. Here is to all the amazing music that 2018 has brought with it so far.

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Still Woozy & ODIE – “Lucy”

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When I think of 2018 in music, the emergence of “anti-pop” and continued growth of the urban sphere are two trends that immediately come to mind. This song not only combines the two, with Still Woozy’s groovy cuts and ODIE’s worldly rhymes, but it also does so in the most sonically pleasant, feel-good manner. It’s simply impossible not to bob your head and sing along to “Lucy” – highly recommended keeping this one high on the summer road trips, barbeques, and beach party playlists.

-Yasmin Damoui (Content Editor, Ones To Watch)

Turnstile - "Moon"

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Since I'm not quite sure I could pick my "favorite" song of 2018, because there are about 30 different songs I could pick here, I went ahead and chose a song I have probably listened to the most. Turnstile's "Moon" is perfect in so many ways. It's fast but not too fast. Heavy but not too over the top. It's catchy and, well, that might be it. The song is so damn infectious it just crawls into your head until you're singing ''Now there's nothing I can dooooo, Man up on the moooooon" for hours on end. Plus the video is pretty rad too!

-Jimmy Smith (Content Editor, The Noise)

BROCKHAMPTON – “Tonya”

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Following the recent removal of Ameer Vann after sexual misconduct allegations, a delayed album, and a canceled tour, the future of BROCKHAMPTON was looking uncertain, to say the least. The internet’s first boy band made a grand return with their late-night television debut on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, where they debuted “Tonya.” The somber track and captivating performance, featuring guest performances by serpentwithfeet, Ryan Beaty, and Jazmine Sullivan, signaled more than just an announcement of their forthcoming album, the best days of our lives. “Tonya” was a reaffirmation that through it all, BROCKHAMPTON remains one of the world’s most inventive and brilliant boy bands.

-Maxamillion Polo (Lead Writer, Ones To Watch)

Jorja Smith – “Lost & Found”

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I’m old enough to call someone a generational talent and Jorja is just that, a throwback chanteuse with all the coaxing credentials of her predecessors. “Lost & Found” would hold up against any love-gone-delinquent song since the summer of ’79, and it’s an appropriate midyear benchmark for a year deep in songwriting excellence.

-David O’Connor (VP Artist Development, Live Nation)

Omar Apollo – “Erase”

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Omar Apollo is getting ready to hit the spotlight. He’s a young multi-instrumentalist with a natural knack for soul and melody. In addition to his relatable lyrics on songs like “Erase", he’s going to be on everyone’s radar in a couple of months.

-Malcolm Gray (Social Media Manager, Live Nation; Writer, Ones To Watch)

Jay Prince – “In The Morning”

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I want to start off by saying that I initially chose “Big Bank” by YG but figured that it wasn’t very Ones to Watch of me, so I’m going to go with Jay Prince’s “In The Morning.” The East London MC really lets his versatility shine on this groovy summer track, and I can’t help but sway my shoulders side to side and activate my trap arms whenever the beat kicks in. Everything just blends perfectly with Prince’s rapping and infectiously catchy hook over the afrobeat-inspired production. Ah, I can picture the beaches and pool parties. I can already taste the Modelo! OOOH WHEE!

-Green Lee (Social Media Coordinator, Ones To Watch)

Cloves – “Wasted Time”

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Old habits die hard–and putting down the proverbial bottle is easier said than done, whatever that bottle is for each of us. “Wasted Time” is a poignant look at the pain of going back to a bad habit again and again. The rawness of her voice and stripped-down production mirror the sheer honesty of the song and her simple, unaffected lyrics. Feels.

-Alexa Schoenfeld (Junior Booker, Live Nation)

Mallrat – “Groceries”

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There is an innate and profound simplicity in Mallrat’s “Groceries.” The melody, which sways between a delicate sense of ease and full-out dance-inducing jam, embodies the overarching feeling of effortless joy the song gives off. As the Brisbane artist sings about such seemingly modest things as grabbing groceries, spending time together, being in love, ensuing heartbreak, it’s hard not feel a sense of universality to it all. It’s a humbling and beautiful track, perfect for the summer.

-Jenna Singer (Artist Development Coordinator, Live Nation)

Rainbow Kitten Surprise – “Painkillers”

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How To: Friend, Love, Freefall, the third and most recent album from indie rock outfit Rainbow Kitten Surprise, is occupied with an undeniable spirit and boldness, largely thanks to its impressive lyricism and genre-defying approach. While singles “Fever Pitch” and “Holy War” are terrific displays of that declaration, the true highlight comes in the form of the track, “Painkillers.” While melancholy and disheartenment resonate within this mellow tempo driven effort, it’s not merely a straightforward downer by any means. Frontman Sam Melo coos with an inviting and favorable gentleness throughout the course of the song. Moreover, the stunning sonic configuration and poignant yet browbeaten lyrics really stir the soul, no matter what state one may be in.

-Sean Kayden (Writer, Ones To Watch)

FRENSHIP – “Mi Amore”

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Eighties pop meets seventies funk in FRENSHIP’s “MI Amore,” a bitingly honest homage to pursuing a dream in a cutthroat industry. A deliciously groovy bass line underscores the electronic fuzz and vibrant synth as the electropop duo sing, “Don’t come between mi amore,” for a sound that is altogether irresistible. The positively sizzling chorus is preceded by a flash of bitterness with the lyrics, “There’s a high price to pay for fame / Put the shame on you for your hollow ways.” This unyielding emotional honesty paired with refreshing sonic creativity is exactly what FRENSHIP does best, and why “MI Amore” deserves a spot on your summer playlist.

-Dana Jacobs (Writer, Ones To Watch)

The Night Game - “American Nights”

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My favorite song of the year so far is "American Nights" by The Night Game. I have a major soft spot for things that sound like ‘80s classic rock and The Eagles, plus Martin Johnson's song structures could not be more perfect. I can't wait for his forthcoming album, which comes out in September. "American Nights" is super reminiscent of "Born in the USA." It sounds magical, but the lyrics are a contrast to the actual struggles of American life, which makes it super relevant lyrically.

-Angie Piccirillo (Writer, Ones To Watch)

Chloe x Halle - “Everywhere”

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Chloe x Halle are goddesses with their new album The Kids Are Alright. "Everywhere," a clear standout on the album, shows what the duo is capable of when they’re completely unrestrained. It is an anthem for boss ass bitches who work hard and do not let the haters get them down. The track is an excellent showcase of Chloe’s knack for production and demonstrates their versatility for a wide range of musical styles. Chloe X Halle proves that they’re more just their impressively gorgeous vocal harmonies."

-Jordan Grace (Writer, Ones To Watch)

What So Not – “Be Ok Again”

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My favorite song from this year so far is probably What So Not’s “Be Ok Again.” Being one of my favorite producers, it’s really hard for me to choose a favorite song, but I loved the entire album that this song came from–Not All The Beautiful Things. I had seen him shortly before this album came out and had the chance to see a lot of the new music live, including this song. After hearing it live, it will always have a special place in my heart.

-Eden Kraus (Writer, Ones To Watch)

Joy Oladokun – “Sober”

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My favorite song of the year, thus far, would have to be Joy Oladokun’s “Sober.” Ever since its release, I have not been able to get this brilliant gospel-soul infused tune out of my head. This track has everything I look for in a song–an infectious melody, relatable lyrics, and a unique lead vocalist. “Sober” marks the first release for Oladokun since 2016, and it is well worth the wait. The song is a soulful anthem for anyone who has gone through an addiction-fueled, unhealthy relationship and came out the other end with a clearer head. The repeated line, “Now that I'm sober my temperature's a little colder / I see it clearly now, I only fell for you ‘cause I was young, dumb and broken” is overwhelmingly real, and perfectly expresses the overall sentiment of the song. The lyrics and music are both sanguine in nature, reflecting the hope and revelations that come with time and personal growth. The musical elements of the song in combination with Oldaokun’s enticing sound makes “Sober” an instant add to any 2018 playlist.

-Jessica Thomas (Writer, Ones To Watch)

#listicles #still woozy #odie #jorja smith #brockhampton #turnstile #mallrat #what so not #the night game #rainbow kitten surprise #cloves #jay prince #omar apollo #frenship #chloe x halle

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