Getting what you want

Part 1: Charlotte meets Siobhan (Part 1)

A/N: This will not be a long series rather a collection of shorter stories, this is going to be a lot of smut(not exclusively) sooo yeah. I'll try to give you a heads up if there is something really fucked up. I will post here between bigger stories if it is more on the smutty side.
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There is some truth in every joke, right? That is at least something people keep saying, so at 19 Charlotte became very mindful about what words left her mouth. She wanted to be liked, she wanted to be wanted and so far she hadn't really felt that. She had friends but she was not popular. She was pretty but not beautiful, not the kind of girl boys chased. Someone once told her that she was 'the kind of girl you marry', at first that was lovely, then the follow up was 'when you are 30' and it didn't feel so good anymore. She rationalized that if she just said the right thing at the right time things might change. She changed things about herself, the way she dressed and the way she wore her hair but she came to realize that on the inside she was the same, she was still the girl you marry at 30. She knew that it meant that she was boring.

She was kind of boring, her interest kept her at home a lot. She liked crafting and playing board games. She liked watching movies and writing stories, and since her friends liked the same things she didn't really get out much. Then she turned 19 and decided to change this. She worked for years to create her new self and it was working but it was also draining, she just wanted to be herself but she also wanted more, she wanted that spark people have in the movies and she wanted sex. A lot. It sounds crass but she was being honest with herself. Once or twice she had gone out with some of her guy friends, and they did try to date but it felt weird and wrong. Charlotte thought that the similarity might be what was making it difficult, like two wrongs don't make a right and two dorks don't make great sex.

This new Charlotte was going out and she was bringing someone home, she just had to. The bar was crowded and she decided to sit at the bar. She thought it would be strange to be alone at a table and the logistics of it all, a single person occupying a table that could be used for multiple people, that seems stupid. It became obvious that this might be harder than expected. She felt out of place and everybody was already out with friends, she just looked lonely and she didn't really know how to simply break into a group. She looked around at the people in the bar. She found one guy who was on his own, he was not bad looking, not at all so she finished her drink and ordered another before walking over. She asked to join him and he agreed. Things were going smoothly, that was until she could see how his head physically turned. She knew that look, he saw someone prettier than her, someone hot, someone better. All of her insecurities boiled up to the surface, she didn't even turn around to look at the woman he was staring at. She made an excuse and went to the bathroom, she was going home and she felt like crying. Maybe she wasn't meant to be wanted like that, maybe she was meant for some guy to marry after he lived out in his 20s and wanted a stable wife that would take care of his home and his kids. There was no leading role for Charlotte, she was a supporting actress in her own life, the funny best friend and the safe choice for a girlfriend.

What was wrong with her? She looked in the mirror, what the fuck was wrong with her? She was drunk and the sadness was turning to rage. This was new, she had never been an angry person. Another woman entered and she barely noticed. She was still staring at her reflection in the mirror when the other woman was about to wash her hands. There were only two sinks and Charlotte was finally forced to acknowledge the other woman. She was beautiful, stoic, blond and she looked mean; the kind of girl men love to take home.

"Could you take your staring contest somewhere else, I need a paper towel" The blond said and Charlotte wanted to hit her. She was not a violent person, but did she have to be so rude? She turned to look at her, to really look at her. She was prettier than expected, her hair looked so perfect her face was naturally pretty and her eyes were striking. She let her eyes wander and gave her a quick up and down, her body was perfect.

"Oh because everything is just your right to take? Get your own paper towels" It didn't make any sense, it was a communal washroom but the women looked amused.

"Aren't you just a ray of sunshine?" She smirked.

"Fuck you" Charlotte kept looking at her and the women simply left. Good, she thought. She called a cab and waited a couple of minutes before she made her way outside. She looked towards the man she had been chatting with and she stopped dead in her tracks. 'That fucking bitch' she thought as she saw the blond woman from the bathroom talk to the man. Any self control she once had was out the window, she walked to the table.

For some reason she wasn't even mad at the man, she was mad at her, she was mad that she came in here with her stupid face and decided to talk to him, out of all people it had to be him... The blond looked up and she saw a smile, Charlotte was still angry but she couldn't stop herself from tearing up. She looked defeated and the blond woman didn't smile anymore. She walked outside and looked for the car she had ordered.

"So you are not going to put up a fight? Not even a little?" She heard the blond say from behind her. She didn't turn around. "Come on... I thought this could be fun"

"Fun? Yeah, this was super fun... Thanks" She looks at the ground as she kicks her feet a little almost as if there was gravel on the ground. She heard her steps as the blond walked to stand behind her and she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"What is wrong?" It was a sympathetic tone, she didn't expect that. She was going to say 'nothing' and then ask her to leave, but then she didn't.

"Why did you have to talk to him? Out of everybody, why did you have to talk to that guy" The hand on her shoulder made her turn around.

"I didn't want him" She says in a plain voice, her face is void of feelings and Charlotte feels herself getting mad again.

"So why the fuck did you do that?" There was silence, the woman looked like she was about to say something but then she didn't. "Why can't I just get to have one thing, one night? What is so wrong with me?"

"What do you mean 'wrong'?" The woman asks, looking Charlotte up and down. "You don't look 'wrong' to me" She simply states. It is comforting and Charlotte didn't expect that.

"Look, I am not the type of girl guys bring home on a drunken night out. I just wanted that; just once" She didn't mean to tell her that, it felt pathetic. She looked around, where the fuck was her car.

"I don't think that is your problem darling" She places her hand on Charlotte's cheek. "Maybe you just need to take what you want" There is eye contact, so much eye contact. The woman's eyes flicker to her lip and then she pulls away. The blond starts to walk away. "He wasn't the one I wanted to play with, don't sell yourself short darling. If you want him, go and take him" Charlotte had never considered women before but as she looked at the woman's body as she walked away she considered it, she considered if the reason why it felt like men were impossible to connect to in any meaningful way was that she didn't try, maybe she didn't want to try.

Charlotte is not processing this fast enough and the blonde disappears from her view. The car she had called for pulled up and she was going home. She had just opened the door as she stopped.

"Wait here, I forgot something" She walks inside and spots the blond at the table again. As their eyes meet she smiles, she looks amused and Charlotte knows what she wants. She wants her on her fucking knees. She walks to the table and stands as close to the woman as she can, the blond is looking up at her.

"I'm Charlotte"

"Siobhan" She answers.

"I want you to come home with me, Siobhan" There is a little sparkle in the blonde's eyes now. She stands up and their faces are so close together.

"Take me home then" Charlotte takes her hand and brings her to the car, they sit in the backseat and Siobhan is looking at her. She puts her hand on Charlotte's leg. "I don't really do women" All of a sudden Charlotte feels mortified, then she realizes that she followed her to the car, she wanted this, and she had told Char to take what she wanted so she was going with it. Charlotte looks at her and tilts her head.

"I thought that I could take what I wanted" She looks at her with big eyes and a sweet innocent voice. Charlotte places her hand on Siobhan's inner thigh. "I want you. I want you on your knees" She can almost see the shiver run through Siobhan's body and she feels a little proud of herself. If she wasn't drunk she would have started to second guess herself about now but she was drunk so she just felt intrigued.