Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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"What are you doing?" She asked Soo-young.
The girl laughed and hopped around the kitchen. If Ina knew how happy she'd be making girls by allowing them to borrow her and find their inner sex vixen, she might've started doing it more often. Soo-young could've cared less if Ina couldn't go down, since her bounds didn't allow her to, for Soo-young had been with a woman, went down on a woman and kissed one and fingered one and if that's not her greatest moment in life, it'd have to be pretty damn close.
"I'm talking to Donavan," she whispered.
"Oh," Ina laughed, nodding.
It was just one time. There was no awkwardness around it, and no, she hasn't told Donavan, and Ina imagined she wouldn't. Did she care if she did? Not really, she didn't know Donavan, and she was too happy to see Soo-young as happy as now.
It was like the girl had a weight lifted off her shoulders.
Ina was sure Soo-young would've had a better time with Amé, since Amé is bi, but... that with Amé being friends with Donavan would've been... strange, to say the least.
"Oh Oh," Soo-young cringed and turned to look at Ina. "Um, okay, we'll... be here, waiting."
"Waiting?" Ina side glanced at the door.
Soo-young hung up and said the dreaded words. "They're here."
"What do you mean?"
"Amé and Donavan are here," she whispered, looking for a reaction.
And there was one. She was angry, upset even. Everything came back to Ina like a slap to her face. Her loss, the words Amé had said about Ivaan, her betrayal and her selfishness. But she hid it, she buried it like every time she was angry at her little sister, and sat in her nightgown on her couch, sipping tea.
Soo-young on the other hand was ecstatic to see her man. She was so excited, she was pacing around the apartment in circles, changing her pjs and shirt to a nightgown as well.
As soon as the doorbell rang, Soo-young ran to open and she waited at the door, wrapping her arms around Donavan before he even made it inside.
But Ina's eyes met Amé instantly, and the couple could feel the tension like a storm.
"I had to see how you were doing," Amé spoke first.
Ina's mind was bombarded with snarky remarks. You could've called, could've FaceTimed, could've written a letter, could stay overnight and leave tomorrow.
So she said nothing.
"Ina Seele," and Donavan approached her to shake her hand. Ina smiled at him and shook his hand, imagining what a beautiful family he'd make with Soo-young.
"How was your flight?" Soo-young asked, to break the ice.
Donavan checked Ina out. To understand and see, what she was, how she was, and why. She was short, shorter than Soo-young and Amé, but she was the curviest, with extremely long obsidian hair and with sharp, youthful features. She was indeed beautiful. Stunning, even.
