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Lmao, I have actually started this and I am four drivers in and I'm already exhausted 🤣

I feel like we need a "Your fave is problematic - F1 edition" just so we can have a one stop shop resource for everytime there's discourse...

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I feel like we need a "Your fave is problematic - F1 edition" just so we can have a one stop shop resource for everytime there's discourse...

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No but what is up with the formula e steering wheels? That’s two drivers now they have sustained wrist/hand injuries?

I don't think it's a Formula e issue, I think it's pretty much a motorsports issue in general. It was only last year we had an f1 driver break a wrist for the same reason. I mean, to be perfectly honest, it's equally an issue with a normal road car too. If you leave your hands holding on to any sort of wheel that's trying to turn at high speed, you risk a wrist or hand injury. It's more just a basic physics issue?

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I have never felt such a quick wave of dread

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Oh fuck my life, Donald Trump is planning on going to the Miami GP 😬😬😬

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i doubt this will ever reach the person it's intended for but i do want to point out that lewis very much lost the psychological battle to jenson button. and he did so because jenson was nice. that tall british rodent man (affectionate) showed up at mclaren and was kind and polite to his engineers and mechanics and lewis lost his fucking mind. tweeted out his telemetry. had a full twitter can't believe he unfollowed me i thought we were friends but i guess not meltdown only to realise that jenson never followed him in the first place. got so upset by the team having the audacity to like jenson that he spent an entire year driving into felipe massa. i don't think that would ever happen now, even when he lost to george he didn't give a fuck. but it is important to me that people know lewis has absolutely lost psychological battles before in situations when it was in no way personal. him losing the fight with nico was not just because they'd known each other since they were 12, it was also because lewis is paranoid as fuck and has a history of taking things incredibly personally

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Loving the new counterpoint that not only is posting activism, not posting is complicity. Why doesn't everyone with any fame or internet presence immediately release a lengthy but perfectly-worded statement telling us where they stand on every issue? Is it because they're evil??? It must be because they're evil

And then the usual answer is "they don't post online very much". Which is all very suspicious, don't they know everything of importance is done by posts on social media now

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in my opinion, i do think george could potentially get screwed over. but not in his seat is in danger type of way. i think toto wants max to come to the team for a couple of years before he retires and goes and does other motorsports like he has said in the past, then kimi will come in and take that mantle and george will be used as development for kimi.

this model he has in mind, screws over george's championship winning years/chances. toto and his golden boy dreams will be fulfilled and george will be used to make them come true. this is based off what toto is stating publicly, he's basically daniel ricciardo-ing his career.

there is also the chance toto is just chatting shit so people draw attention away from the fact that the car is even worse, lewis is leaving and pissed tf off it. he also making these bizarre offers to max because he knows it undermines lewis, very "i didn't like you that much anyway" after being rejected, like the man at the end of last year was saying things like how lewis is still the best driver in the world but this year he has completely changed his tune and glazing max at every turn. so maybe george is just in the crossfire of the toto-lewis divorce.

its still not right how he is undermining george in a way but i don't think george is stupid. rbr tp saying "maybe george wants to move post-2025" is just a comeback to toto but it is also interesting because we know that even if toto doesn't rate george all that much, other team principals do. if he potentially is even closer to lewis this year, that would be more than enough for him, george is fast, very loyal, pr savvy and inexpensive. even if he gets called pr63, he has kept his options and bridges unburnt for this reason because he does not have the luxury all the other drivers do with teams built around them. atleast with the max talk its only speculation i am interested to see how charles will develop into 'the predestined' because no way they brought lewis in with the promise of being second driver.

I was going to answer this in the morning, but I'm currently having a little 3am overthinking brain stint so I'm going to answer it now...

I think the thing is, bringing Max in isn't going to quell his desire to rush Antonelli in, because now they've rushed him into F2, you very quickly get the issue of 'what to you do with him to stop him getting lured away by another team', which means whoever is beside Max once he's theoretically their new golden boy, instantly becomes the new Valtteri, constantly looking over their shoulder waiting for the axe to fall. Right now there's not a whole heap of options to put a rookie as a placeholder, and Toto's already realised putting them elsewhere for 3 years is too long so... you're pretty much looking at 2026, maybe 27 at the latest for him going in that seat, if you decide to go that route.

And yeah, the other problem is Toto pretty much promised that golden boy spot to George, and is now suddenly offering it to someone who already has a golden boy spot elsewhere, which feels odd? Every other front running team is currently committing long term to their 'new generation drivers', so why suddenly is Toto sniffing around other people's drivers rather than doing the same with his own? It's just very strange behaviour from him, not that we've come to expect anything different from him these days.

And I would argue that actually... George has burnt bridges, even if he hasn't meant to. He's been so loyal to Merc, publicly said he wants to stay there now until he retires. Ferrari isn't an option now they have a hierarchy in place. McLaren also not an option unless one of their drivers gets lured away. He's always been cold on Red Bull. I'm not saying he'd never go if it was an option but I'm not sure they'd theoretically be wanting him given their kind of weird driver situation. And Aston... I mean I feel like it would be a good fit for him from a marketing perspective, but realistically with their driver situation and his history with the Strolls... I'm not sure how viable it would be as an option for him anytime soon either.

So then his options become teams that are probably a step back for him again, which I'm sure he'd consider if necessary, but aren't going to offer him what he wants at this point in his career.

I think the Max talk is speculation, and there probably is some bullshit from Toto going on, but I'm not sure what he's gaining from doing it? There's a non-zero chance of it happening and the fact it's being touted so publicly is a bit of a neg on George whether he intends it to be or not. I mean if I'm George, I'd be getting my manager to be putting feelers out to other teams anyway, or at the very least be demanding some kind of public commitment from Toto.

As I've said before, noone is ever 100% safe in motorsport, but the fact this is even a possibility or a conversation is a mad turn of events given the circumstances... I wish I could offer more in the way of 'it's all going to be fine, everyone needs to stop worrying' but honestly... I've got nothing.

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in the most recent f1 "grill the grid" esque video they made the drivers answers questions about a special interest of theirs outside of f1. any predictions what george "notably does not have any hobbies" russell's topic will be when he gets featured in an upcoming ep?

haha, will he actually be in it though? In fairness Merc have been a bit wishy washy with doing the f1 content recently so I wouldn't be shocked if they're not in it. I genuinely don't know though! Even George has said he doesn't have many interests outside of F1. The life and times of Alex Albon?!

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i know that "unalive" is part of larger worrying trend of self censorship but if you really are in a situtation where you have to avoid the words "die" or "kill" the english language already has centuries worth of much better euphemisms. the iconic and perennial "six feet under"? the lovely imagery of "pushing up daisies"? "shuffle off this mortal coil"????? literally anything from the monty python dead parrot bit???? you have so many options. please try to be more creative at least

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what are they cooking

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funniest character dynamic in the world to me is when you have one guy knows hes gay but doesnt realise hes in love with his best friend and another guy who knows hes in love with his best friend but does not know hes gay

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I’m so glad that someone else has been picking up on the difference in vibes between Toto and George. I do worry where Toto’s obsession with Max leaves him. I also worry about the future of Mercedes, especially if the rumours of Newey to Ferrari have any truth.

I genuinely do not know what to make of the rumours, or if Max genuinely would consider moving. The latest article today saying Max will move if Merc can guarantee him a better car... Well no team can ever guarantee that because no team sets out to make a bad car on purpose? But Toto does seem completely obsessed with the idea right now to his own detriment.

I do feel bad for George though, because obviously we know Motorsport is cruel, but there's really very little more he could have done to prove his worth to Mercedes so far and yet, by pursuing Max, Toto is inadvertently implying to the world he doesn't believe in George. He told everyone George was their future, made him jump through hoops to get there and now is dangling the idea of selling that promise off to another driver without even having given him a decent car to drive.

And sure, if he'll fuck over Lewis he'll fuck over anyone. I think I said a while back that being besties with Toto was a dangerous move that could come back and bite him in the arse. But it is wild how much Toto has publicly promised George and how he's really selling him short right now. If I was George I'd definitely be pissed off. Let's be honest, his seat really shouldn't be in question at all and yet... Toto is definitely making it seem like it is.

And I know after Carlos, trust no bitch and noone is safe, but this feels more like if McLaren suddenly started looking at options that could push Lando out, or Ferrari started pushing out Charles. Like George literally bleeds Mercedes, it's been a running joke for years that he is literally their son. Robert Kubica once told him to his face on camera to stop being such a Mercedes simp. Its WILD that Toto is suddenly sounding like he's not looking to commit to him long term.

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Ngl, I love George but I am OBSESSED with the complete 180 in vibes between him and Toto ever since this Max talk started...

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This week I discovered the existence of 'Watertok' and I cannot fully wrap my head around it... That is not Water, you're just making squash?

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completely unedited f/f galex fumbling-first-time-using-a-strap-on pwp under the cut, don't ask any questions just take it and go (cw for undernegotiated kink/breeding kink at the end)

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"Bit big, isn't it," Alex says.

George looks over to see Alex on the edge of the bed, holding her outstretched hand alongside George's favorite dildo. It's one that George bought years ago, because the website said it was ergonomic and easy to clean and because it fit neatly in a discrete back pocket in her suitcase, although she's still always terrified someone will find and confiscate it every time she goes through airport security. Normally, it lives in her underwear drawer, tucked behind the lacy, frilly stuff she spent too much money on when she was 16 and now feels too ashamed to throw away.

It's not in her underwear drawer now. It's on Alex – specifically, on Alex's brand new harness, cupped bottom nestled up tight against her pubic bone. Alex wraps a hand around it, bending it back and forth like some sort of video game controller as she inspects it. It's not George's biggest one, not by quite a bit, but it's decently long enough that George has to be at least a little warmed up before being able to take it.

Alex's long fingers swallow it up until just the tip is peeking out from beyond her sharp knuckles. George's cunt clenches down so hard on nothing that she actually goes lightheaded for a second.

"Average-sized, I feel like," she says, a little stupidly.

"Yeah, but–" Alex still looks transfixed by it, its slim silhouette curving up towards her stomach. "Aren't boys always going on about how, like, it's supposed to be the length of your index finger or something, I don't know." She stands up and twists her hips from side to side. "Just – it looks bigger when it's on you, I guess."

This might be the stupidest George has ever felt about Alex, which is honestly a bit unbelievable considering the competition. Alex frowns down at the dildo, fiddling with one of the straps on her harness. She walks over to the full-length mirror George has in the corner of the room but trips over the sweats George was wearing earlier today on the way. "Shit," she laughs, her voice high and a little strained, picking them up and tossing them to the side. "It's throwing me off my balance."

George nods, a bit dumbly. She watches Alex inspect herself in the mirror. "Hm." Alex pulls the harness up a little higher over the curve of her arse before turning to the side, and George is greeted with the full view of her in just her sports bra and socks, dark brown leather wrapping around her hips and hard cock jutting straight out from her body.

Alex makes a face at herself in the mirror before huffing out a breath and turning around. "Okay! Uh. Well. Let's – get on with it then, yeah?" she says. She glances up at George, and then immediately bursts into giggles.

George feels her entire face flush. "What," she says, pulling her knees up to her chest. Alex is already yanking her legs back down before she can even bring them up all the way, pushing them open so she can clamber between them.

"Nothing," Alex says, pressing a kiss to her jaw. She's still grinning.

"What," George insists, wriggling a knee in between them so Alex can't get any closer. "Alex. Stop teasing–"

"I'm not laughing at you, I just–" Alex smooths a hand up George's stomach until her fingertips are just barely brushing the underside of one of George's tits. "You just had this look on your face," she says, before bursting into giggles again. "I thought you were about to start drooling, Georgie, my god."

This time, she feels the flush all the way down to her toes. "Shut up," she says, knocking Alex in the side with her knee. "If you hadn't taken so long to get ready–"

"Oh, of course, yes, I'm meaner to you than anyone has ever been," Alex says, and leans in to kiss George hard before George has a chance to say anything back. "Go on, then, get the lube if you're in such a rush. I'll–" She sits back on her heels and spreads George's legs.

"I don't think we'll need–" George begins, at the same instant that Alex's fingers press up against her, and Alex's face goes from mildly amused to genuinely slack-jawed.

"Holy fuck, Georgie," she says, dragging her fingers through the wet mess between George's legs. George's whole body jerks. She whines pathetically and Alex makes a strangled sound, rubbing her knuckles against George's folds again before bringing them up to George's face. They're shining, a thin webbing of slick between them when Alex spreads them apart. "Jesus Christ."

"I told you," George grits out, dragging Alex closer with one hand and fumbling around between her legs for the strap with the other. "You made me wait–"

"God, I did, didn't I," Alex groans. She presses her face into George's shoulder and curves her back, staring down between them at where George's hand is wrapped around the base of the strap. "That was terrible of me, you needed it so bad–" her hand comes down to join George's, the other going to George's folds to spread her open. George shivers, squeezing her eyes shut, as the tip presses against her. Alex's fingers find her cunt again, gently rubbing, coaxing a few more shivery drops of wetness out of her; then, leaning forward onto her hands, she takes a deep breath and slides in.

George's abs tense up. She drops her head back against the headboard, whining long and low, as Alex inches forward. "Okay?" Alex pants out. George cracks one eye open and looks down. She's barely halfway in.

"Yeah," she breathes. Her voice comes out just the tiniest bit strained. "It's – you can keep going. It's good."

Alex nods jerkily, one hand fumbling for the headboard as she presses forward. George's whole body shudders, the slow drag sparking up and down every nerve ending in her body. "Yes," she whines. "Alex. Yeah."

"Yeah," Alex agrees. Her hips press against George's, just above her clit. The tease of friction makes George twitch, her cunt fluttering. Alex's face changes, her breath catching. Like she could – almost as if she could feel it, George's body clenching down around her cock. God. Alex is in her. Alex's cock is inside of her.

"Oh my god," Alex is mumbling in her ear. "Fuck, baby, you feel–." Her arm is shaking against George's cheek with the effort of holding herself in place.

Speak for yourself, George would say, if she were capable of making words right now. "Alex," she groans, the only full sentence left in her head. "You – move, please –"

Alex groans, long and drawn out, her hips stuttering forward. "Like – " she breathes, rocking her hips back experimentally before pushing back in. "How's that?"

Good. Not nearly enough. George kicks her legs open wider to give her more room to work. "It's fine, just – more, Alex, you can–" The tip of Alex's cock just barely nudges against the spot inside of her that lights her whole body up, then pulls back before it's anywhere near enough. George groans, half-frustration, and tips her hips up a little, trying to meet Alex halfway to the right angle. Alex is starting to settle into a less erratic rhythm; George tries to match her, arching her back to pull her in deeper, just as Alex pulls out a bit too far and the strap slips out.

"Oh – mmm," George says, as Alex rolls her hips forward again. Her eyes are still closed; George half-sits up and catches her with one hand on her chest, clearing her throat a little awkwardly. Alex opens her eyes and looks down between them. Her cheeks flush.

"Shit," she says, laughing a little awkwardly. "Um. Technical difficulties, please hold –"

"It's fine, here –" George says as Alex lifts her hips up. She reaches down to hold herself open so Alex can line up. She slides in easier this time, pressing her face into George's shoulder until she's fully seated. George exhales slowly, letting herself sink into the push and pull. Alex is still moving a little gingerly, but she's settled into a smoother rhythm, and George follows her lead, grinding up against her hips when she rolls them forward until she gets a tease of that shivery rush, enough to make her moan.

Alex moans, too, into George's ear, and speeds up, thrusting in earnest now. The heat slowly starts to build between George's legs, each wave rolling over her before the last has had a chance to fade. "Yeah, that's – just like that," she gasps, clutching Alex's biceps. "Keep going, fuck –"

The strap slips out again. Alex groans, thunking her forehead down against George's shoulder. "Jesus Christ," she groans, half-laughing. She sits back, not quite meeting George's eyes, and readjusts the harness on her hips. "What the hell, why is this so hard –"

"I have that effect on people," George says, hooking a leg over Alex's just in case she – decides to try and bolt out of the room, or something, still wearing George's strap.

Alex blinks; then she groans, a little bit of the tension melting from her shoulders as she slaps George on the flank. "You're a real comedian, Russell," she says, her mouth twitching upwards. George loves her so much she's afraid she might choke on it. "Here. Can you come –" she hooks her legs under George's knees and tugs her down until she's lying flat on her back. "Angle might be better like this."

She slides two fingers into George, circling her clit with her thumb just hard enough to send a little jolt of pleasure rocking through George, before pulling her hand out, lining the strap back up, and pushing into George while she's still gasping. Instead of curling down over George, though, she sits back, settling her hands on the inside of George's thighs and holding her in place. "I should probably look where I'm going," she says, giving George an almost-sheepish grin.

She starts rolling her hips slowly, leaning her body weight onto George's legs. George shudders, her thigh twitching up; Alex holds it in place without even flinching and George's stomach flips. Alex's eyes are fixed between George's legs, her expression intense and focused; like George is some car she's about to hunt down and run off the road. It sends a sudden, heady rush through George; makes her want to squirm away just to feel how Alex has her pinned down, spread open wide with everything on display.

"How do I look," George says. Her voice comes out hoarser than expected.

Alex's breathing stutters. She shakes her head, pulling almost all the way out; George gasps as she feels the head of Alex's cock stretch her cunt, the flare of it catching against the edge of her hole. "Baby," Alex says, her voice almost reverent. "You have no fucking idea." Then, in one motion, she thrusts all the way in, deep enough that George's vision goes white for a second.

"Fuck," she gasps, her hands flying up to clutch at the pillows above her head. Alex grunts, nodding, her hips moving faster, finally, hard enough that each thrust slaps against George's folds and sends shivers zinging up her spine. She's still staring at George's cunt. George imagines how she must look, pink and swollen and drooling wetness onto Alex's cock.

She can't – she needs to feel, needs to be wrapped around more of Alex. She works a hand down between their bodies, pressing two clumsy fingers against her own folds, one on either side of Alex's cock. "Oh my god," Alex chokes out. She fucks into George again, dragging between the tight squeeze of George's fingers, and George cries out, her eyes screwing shut. "Fuck – baby –"

She feels Alex let go of her thighs and stand up on her knees. Before George can protest, Alex hooks her arms under George's legs, then hoists her up so that her legs are wrapped around Alex's waist and her hips are just barely brushing the mattress. "Come on," Alex grits out, and thrusts back into George, the slick drag somehow impossibly deeper than before. George tenses her abs and suddenly, the angle is perfect – her whole body pulls tight as Alex fucks into her again and again, pleasure rolling through her in white-hot pulses that make her feel like she's being turned inside out.

"God, Alex," she can hear herself slurring, her voice breaking every time moves. "Please, please, more–"

Alex groans, her eyes screwing shut. "Yeah," she gasps. "This what you need, Georgie? Just like this?"

George squeezes her legs around Alex's hips, moaning. Her heels bounce against the small of Alex's back. They're both sweating; George can smell it, thick and musky, Alex's hands slipping where they're still clutching the backs of George's knees. "Yes, yes," she's babbling, talking absolute nonsense, "please, God – Alex, come in me, please, please –"

Alex's hips catch mid-thrust. "Fuck," she chokes out. "Georgie. Christ." Before George's brain catches up to her mouth and she can try and backtrack, though, Alex gathers her legs back up and starts fucking into her again, slower and deeper. "God. That's what you need, though, isn't it," she says, and George whines, nods without thinking, her tongue suddenly thick and stupid. "That's how bad you needed it earlier, isn't it, wouldn't even let me put on a condom–"

George whimpers, her hips jerking up helplessly. God, Alex is right, she's such a fucking idiot – just wanted Alex in her so badly she forgot about everything else. Alex grinds into her, pubic bone rutting against George's clit, and George's entire body clenches down, trying to hold her there. "God, I would," Alex is saying, panting as she circles her hips against George. She drops George's legs and George immediately grabs for her, dragging her down until her forehead is pressed against George's breastbone and her breath skitters hot and wet over George's tits. "You'd take it so well, wouldn't you, you'd love it."

She would. She will. George could almost cry with it. But – "I can't," she croaks, fisting her hands in Alex's hair. Alex goes still. "I – the rest of the season, Alex, I–"

Alex half-laughs, half-groans into her skin all in a rush, pushing herself up just far enough for George to see her face – flushed, mouth open, eyes impossibly dark. "Too late for that, baby," she says, starting to move again. "Gonna give you everything you asked for. Gonna fill you up –" her hips slap against George's, making George cry out – "as many times as I have to, until it takes."

She surges forward, pressing her face into George's neck; George fists a hand in her hair and holds her there. "And everyone will know, every time you walk into the paddock–" and George imagines it, for just a second, the weight of everyone's eyes, staring at her as her race suit got tighter and tighter, the whispers following her around from race to race– "they're all gonna know you gave it up for me. How much of a slut you were. Couldn't even keep your legs together for ten minutes because you needed my cock so bad–"

George's orgasm smashes into her at a hundred miles per hour, hard enough to knock the wind out of her. She chokes, digging her fingers into Alex's back. Alex shudders. "Fuck, Georgie, did you just–"

Another wave crashes into George. She shakes her head wildly, kicks in the direction of Alex's arse, and Alex somehow gets the hint; buries her face back in George's neck and keeps fucking her through it, her hands wrapped tight around George's ribcage as George shakes.

It feels like an eternity before the muscles in her body finally give out and she collapses, loose-limbed, down into the mattress. Distantly, she can hear Alex groaning, can feel her grinding against George in the short, jerky bursts that mean that she's close. George's hands are barely cooperating, but she manages to find her way to Alex's face, stupidly thumb at the corner of her mouth. Alex whines, turning her face towards George's hand.

"So good, baby," George mumbles. Alex makes a choked sound in her throat. "Feel so good inside of me."

Alex folds over when she comes; George wraps her up and follows her down, until she's curled against George's chest, sucking in air through her teeth and trembling all over her body. Her hips make tiny, abortive movements against George's.

Eventually – too soon – she blows out an enormous breath and slowly lifts herself up off of George, holding her weight up on her elbows. "Jesus Christ," she says, exhaustedly, after a second.

George breathes out a laugh. "You're telling me." Alex collapses back down onto George's chest. Her undercut is growing long again. George scratches at it until Alex purrs, her muscles melting against George's body. Before she can really enjoy it, though, Alex lifts her head back up and rests her chin on George's breastbone.

"So," she says, after a second. "Uh. That was alright. Yeah?"

George snorts. "Alright – Jesus, Alex," she says. "Yeah. You just broke my brain with your cock, but – yeah, it was alright, I suppose."

A stupid, pleased little grin flits across Alex's face before it's replaced with her usual smirk. "I mean, if we really want to – technically it was your cock," she says. "I was just borrowing it."

"It's my dildo," George corrects, "but it's your cock." She gestures at where Alex is still sunk into her.

"Why was that a bit romantic," Alex says, after a second. "Think there's something truly wrong with us, Georgie." She pushes herself up on her hands. George catches her around the waist before she can pull out.

"Wait," she says, her cheeks going hot. Alex frowns down at her. "You can stay if you – it feels nice."

Alex looks at her for a second before shaking her head. "You really are something else, Georgie," she says, lying back down on George's chest with a grunt. "God. You really do love it, don't you."

"Mmmm," George says, lazily running her fingers through Alex's hair. "About as much as you love running your mouth about it." She tugs on one of the short tufts of hair sticking out from behind Alex's ear. "Where did that come from, anyways?"

Alex doesn't say anything for a second. "Nowhere," she finally answers, shrugging a shoulder. "It was – I don't know. I was just talking."

George should probably press her on it, but truth be told, she's too sleepy and warm to do it now; and at any rate, Alex doesn't particularly look eager to be pressed. "Well," George says, after a second. "You, uh. You can keep talking like that. If you want, of course. But. Yeah."

"Oh, really," Alex asks, finally turning back towards George with a small smile. "Good, I couldn't tell if you liked it or not."

George kicks her in the calf with her heel. "Watch it, Albono," she says. "I can still make you pull out."

Alex lifts her hands contritely. "Okay, okay," she says. "I'll be good, I promise."

She rumbles happily when George settles a hand in her hair, scratching lightly. They're going to have to both be up in a bit, before it's too late to do their workouts for the day. She's pretty sure the fridge is empty; they'll have to figure that out, too. And George is going to have to run a load of laundry. She cannot sleep in these sheets tonight.

She takes a deep breath. Alex already looks like she's drifted off, resting heavy against George's chest. She mumbles something in her sleep and nuzzles closer into George's skin.

George closes her eyes. Everything feels warm and soft. Alex is here. They can figure out the rest later.

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this is sending me