Hellooooo. Weather metaphors a-plenty ahead. As we know water is an important element (pun intended) to Cheryl's life and the metaphor adds to that and, also, is a little more far reaching. Unnecessary pretentious bullshit aside, however, this is soft as fuck, good ole fluff and some added Veronica/Cheryl interaction for ya nerves because why the fuck not? Seriously though, thanks again for everyone's continued support for this, I literally cannot believe the extent to which it has been so nicely received and has blown up, we are starting to near the end I will say, not sure how many chapters are left but we're getting there, guys. So thank you so much to all of you who have stuck with it and not got fucking bored yet! Peace out, everyone, you're all fantastic. Thanks, let me know what you think and enjoy!
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The loud spattering currents of torrential rain hammered against the metal roof of the gymnasium, drowning out the gaggled gossip of the small group of River Vixens who'd been first to arrive to afterschool practice. A Summer storm had been brewing threateningly over the town, ever since the night that Toni had taken her to meet Jason, and finally, that afternoon it had broken in the skies, the thick, potent humidity dissipating to make way for a fresh new wave of cleansing rain. The arrival of the change announced itself loudly with intermittent bouts of rumbling thunder and one crashed loudly overhead as Cheryl strutted over to the bleachers, distancing herself from the asinine nonsense of Ginger Lopez's high-pitched soliloquy.
She sat, hooking one leg over the other and took her clipboard in hand, pretending to rake her eyes over the choreography plans for today's session and blinked rapidly a few times. She could barely concentrate on anything after her visit to the cemetery with Toni those few days ago. She'd thought she missed her before, but now, after that unabashed display of pure unconditional love and willingness to do anything to strengthen them, Cheryl hadn't felt a longing for reuniting like this since Jason had died.
God she wanted her back.
She was ready. She was certain that Toni was ready. The break had worked.
Another trembling roll of thunder barrelled above.
And to make things worse, the only thing more raging than her affection was her fucking libido.
She couldn't take it.
She couldn't.
Cheryl Blossom was not put upon this earth to be denied.
She got what she wanted.
She had sampled the truest, most sincere and intoxicating pleasures of the flesh through the work of Toni's talented body and she was not about to give them up for any longer than absolutely necessary.
Her own mental strength had worked its way past the necessity of reliance on other people, finally, but sex was very much still a two player game for Cheryl and there was only one person that she wanted back on her team.
She cleared her throat, fanning a hand to her face.
It appeared as if Toni was very much in the same boat.
At precisely 11:34pm last night, unable to drift off alone in her bed, she had rolled over to an incoming message from Toni, simply stating:
'Thinking of you x'
With a full heart and a pining smile she had opened the attachment connected to it and was met with a video so explicit in nature that she had, quite literally and uncharacteristically, drooled out of the side of her mouth. Indeed, were it not for the fact that Cheryl was able to identify Toni naked from below the waist and recognise the skilled movements of her hand, working diligently on herself on the small screen of Cheryl's phone, then she couldn't even have been sure it was her at all.
