Becky gets back to the house and doesn't acknowledge her surroundings as she sped towards the stairs. She tunes out the people talking around her along with the ones trying to talk to her.

She wasn't gonna do or say anything until she got that bitch off her mind.

Once on the proper floor, she rushes inside her room. Shutting and locking her door, she immediately leans her back against it and tries to catch her breath.

Sighing in relief after a moment of reassurance for herself, she blindly undoes any buttons and zippers on her clothes before meticulously removing them off of her.

She then moved her eyes down to look at herself. Charlotte was hot to her, but she thought she was pretty hot too—and any type of relief for her, is good relief.

Keeping her eyes down on her body, she walks along the floor of her room to her bed. Moving a hand to run her finger around the waistband of the panties that she kept on, she gives a slight bite of her lip.

She slips them off swiftly, this time noticing how much the interaction—that barely was one—really affected her as she tossed them away and sat on the bed.

Scooting to the top, she positions her legs open and lets the lip she was biting on go. Really thinking again about if this was real, or her head creating an illusion just to distract herself.

Did she want this? Yes. Did she want this because of her? Wasn't the biggest fan. That was the only reason she was somewhat confused.

She wasn't sure what to think about just yet, but she would make it work.

Bringing her hand down her chest before continuing to bring it down lower on her body, she began to tease herself with a barely audible whimper.

Once she arrives at the main stage, she gently slides a finger inside of herself. Her mouth opens slightly before pressing shut as she closed her eyes along with them.

She moans lowly and starts to finger herself. Keeping as quiet as she pleased.

With the free hand she has, she slides it up her bra, pinching and lightly twisting at her nipple. The feeling of a second finger inside of her plus the hand at her chest makes her body jolt.

"Fuck me" She utters out with her now thicker accent. She keeps that hand still, pinching harder and feeling the same ache there as she did down below.

Getting too excited too quick, she brings the hand away from her chest and back down. Rubbing slow circles around her clit, a shaky moan leaves her lips as she grew closer to her endgame.

For someone who wasn't thinking about anything before, she sure was now. Finishing.

"-aww, you like that, don't you?-"

Until she wasn't. This makes her immediately stop.

"-no, no, no don't stop. please, go on-"

It wasn't her voice doing the torment this time, it was Charlotte's. What the fuck was this? What kind of sick game was her head playing this time?

She doesn't say anything. She didn't even want to be doing this anymore. Now, she could feel her stomach ache in a different way.

With anger.

-Rebecca you want me, and I need you to admit that to me-

What a terrible accusation. It's now that she decides to speak. Even if it's to herself.

"No. I don't" she declares. With confidence? Debatable. Her voice was shaky and she was knuckles deep inside of herself. Not a good look of defense on her end.

As expected, "Charlotte" bickers back, "-yes, yes you do. now move won't you? move faster.-"

She hesitates and truly thinks before moving her fingers again—this time faster. She 'didn't like' this interruption, but she wasn't about to blue-ball herself.

"-don't you want that to be me, baby?- "mm-mm" the Irishwoman whines, but of course she wanted it.

"-this is gonna make your life so hard. admit it.-" Becky again rejects this silently, but continues to move her fingers.

"-it's so cute how paranoid you are over me. I just wish you could have seen the look on your face when you heard my pretty voice-"

" I'm not, p-paranoid" she stutters out. God her voice was so hot. That she would admit. Besides it, she wasn't gonna break. Even if she knew she was wrong.

"-but, you are. you're refusing a fantasy you so badly want right now-"

She relaxed her eyes, keeping them closed and not saying anything once again as she bit her bottom lip with a low grunt, "-keep going-" she heard her say. "-you're almost there.-

She hates this cause she was so stubborn, and didn't even want to admit things to herself—but loved this cause it felt so good. She enjoyed denying other peoples wants. It was fun for her.

The question was would she for herself? Time to see. Deny, deny, deny.

"-see? that's not so hard, is it?-"

"Shut up, shut the fuck up" Becky groans as she forced herself to talk. Subtly curling the fingers inside of her, she allows herself to moan out a little louder.

"-shut up? you want me to shut up?-" she hears the other woman laugh a little bit. "Yes! Fuckin' please" she gets annoyed again, feeling more tension in her stomach build.

"-or what? you gonna duck tape my mouth shut?-"

"Yes! Oh my god, I want that" she mumbles the last part. Shutting her up was really something she wanted to do right now, and if that thought helped her get this over with and get her far out of her head, then so be it.

Just after she spoke, a sickening fictitious vision of the blonde woman's body under hers with—you guessed it—tape around her mouth flashes through her mind momentarily.

Being enough to push her over the edge, Becky jerks her body forward, "Fuck, oh fuck!" She lets out a low and loud groan as she came shivering a bit, starting to pant.

She was incredibly up the wall right now, but she was also extremely pleased. Obviously.

Once she was able to regain her composure she suddenly straightened up a little bit, no longer hearing anything in her head.

How was that even happening? How was she being spoken too? It's not like she had heard her voice enough to even form so many sentences.

She had no idea. But what she did know was that her head was foggy and she needed a shower.

She debates on if she should continue working for the sake of her ever depleting sanity level.

After sometime she stands up and walks to her shower, cleaning herself off and deciding to suck it up and go through the misery.
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After a few hours of planning, she's ready to execute. She stands from her desk and walks downstairs.

"Hey! You were so fast coming in here, we though you died!" Liv exclaims from the couch.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm okay" she reassures her and the others sitting there.

"So. How's your crush?" Liv winks.

"Stop calling her that" Becky stops her feet and hesitates before walking toward the couch.

"Why not! It's true!" Liv screeches, jolting up.

"No, Liv. It isn't!" Becky shoots down, placing her hands on her shoulders and shaking her a little.

Even with what just happened, she wasn't saying anything to anybody.

"Let me dream, will ya!" Liv laughs as she gets shaken, putting her hands over her head.

"Okay! Whatever you want, princess. Just calm down about that" Becky puts her arms down, patting the top of her head.

Turning her head just a bit she sees Alexa who was on her phone.

"You, Lexi." she snaps her finger a little bit as she sat down on the couch beside Liv and a bit further from Alexa.

She didn't enjoy their exchange from earlier, but she'd get over it. Later.

"I don't wanna be flashy doing this shit, get me your girl" Becky turns her head towards her.

Alexa sighs at her but lets it slide. She found her to be the most qualified to this hit for a reason so, she wasn't gonna blow it any more that she already had with her rapid fire responses.

"Mercedes!" She doesn't look away from her phone, but she yells out to get her anyway.

"Hmm?" Sasha walks over to the couch, slumping down next to Lexi and pecking her cheek.

"You're gonna be helping her" Lexi again keeps her head down and points to Becky with her thumb.

"Oh great. With what?" She leans back, crossing her arms over her chest.

"She needs to get glammed up for the night" she looks up for once and wraps an arm around her shoulders, "you can do that, can't you?"

"Duh, and good too. Lord knows she needs it" Sasha snickers, laying her head on Lexi's shoulder with a smirk to Becky.

"Don't start" Becky switched her gaze to the still smirking Sasha. Crossing her legs and raising a brow to her.

"Has anyone told you to stop taking things sooo seriously?" Sasha pouts, keeping her head down and sharing the glare back, "you're mean, you know"

"Stop, bickering for once. Would you?" Alexa interrupts them.

"I try. It works sometimes, but she's a bitch a lot, don't you know that?" Sasha keeps up at her hand of the tease.

"All too well. Get used to it. You're going with her too" Alexa informs her.

"Great" Becky can't help but laugh at her. Would she enjoy herself now? Depends. If Sasha was a good hand, then everything would go just fine.

"With? Ugh. I don't even know what this is!" she lifts her head from Lexi's shoulder and stands up.

"It's a party. Now, don't you like those?" Becky fakes a smile her way.

"Yeah? I do. 'N if that's the case, then we're doing this right now! C'mon" she walks closer and grabs a hold of Becky's arm.

"God, be gentle. I'm precious cargo!" Becky begrudgingly goes along with Sasha up to her room.

Nearly dragging Becky to her closet, Sasha steps closer towards it.

"You know I didn't mean to be such a bitch downstairs, right?" Sasha simply crosses her arms and looks at her.

"Well. You were. What do you want me to do about that?" Becky looks back at her, not knowing what she would get at, but expecting something since she stopped them.

"That was my apology." Sasha placed her hand on the door of the closet, "are you accepting?"

"Yeah, yeah sure. Can you open the glitter capsule?" Becky bats her eyes.

This makes Sasha smile just a little, "You can't say you're not excited to see what I've got!"

Just like always, they were fine again.

"Should I be?" Becky tilts her head, "you know I won't particularly be"

"Just say yes!" Sasha snaps, turning her body to her with a frowny look on her face.

"Yes" Becky says flatly, "good enough?

"No, and you know it. But I'm letting it slide, because I know that's as good as it's gonna get"

"I'm so glad you're self aware" Becky expresses.

"I won't push you. Yet" Sasha teases before she opens the large closet of hers to reveal mountains of neatly organized and glamorous outfits, bags, jewelry, and shoes.

"I was only kidding about it being a capsule" Becky grimaces with a squint, "my eyes cannot keep up with anything in there"

"Oh relax. It's not even that bad" Sasha steps inside, flipping her hair to the side.

"Oh, I'm so scared if I breathe, I'll choke on glitter" Becky mocks an exaggerated gag.

"Just, come on!" Sasha reached an arm out and pulls her inside, Becky stumbling in.

Quickly regaining her balance, she looks around and observes "these look expensive"

"We are all criminals, Becky" Sasha boasts, "come on, choose your color" she steps back to let her examine.

Becky begins to browse the heavily packed closet, skimming her eyes over the colors before they settled on the black and white area of the room.

"As expected" Sasha mumbles under her breath, "how about this"

She saunters over to her, putting her hands on her shoulders and steering her to a flashier area of the clothes.

"This is obnoxiously loud" Becky complains, staring at what was in front of her.

"That's the point. Don't you want the attention of that girl?"

Becky closes her eyes for a second at this, thinking before speaking.

"I need her attention, but I don't want it" she shakes her head, staring straight at the outfits.

"Keeeep sayin' that." Sasha wasn't convinced by things she had overheard, but again, she wouldn't push.

Keeping her hands in place, she rests her head on her shoulder "try that one" she points to a red dress with a plunging neckline, "not too scary for you is it?"

"Very funny. No, it isn't" Becky lifts her arm up to reach for it before stopping, "Sash.." she says lowly.

"Yes?" She murmurs, staying put. If anything she slides her hands forward.

"What'cha up to?" Becky shifts her eyes down to Sasha's own hand placement.

"Nothing much. Helping you with a dress" Sasha says, knowing that's not what she meant.

"I know that. Why are you on me though" she puts the arm down she was using to reach out down.

Sasha stays quiet for a second. She did say she would wait to push.

"I, may have heard you" she simply states, placing her other hand onto Becky's other arm, "in your room" she lifts her head away from her shoulder.

"What do you mean—" Becky starts.

"I'm afraid that's not the smartest question, because you know exactly what I mean" Sasha interrupts her.

Taking a second to process what she's heard, and hoping she was wrong—she knew she wasn't. So, she asks more.

"Okay..and?" She turns to face her "What? You liked it?" She teased with a snicker, more confused over uncomfortable that she brought it up.

"Yep" Sasha confirms, making Becky's eyes widen.

"That's a.." she starts, feeling a pit in her stomach, "silly thing to bring up"

What the hell was she supposed to say to that??

"It was so nice. You just feel so much better after that, don't you? I know you're soooo stressed out" Sasha disregards with another smirk.

"Sasha—" Becky starts again, trying to stop whatever was happening immediately. Now it was getting weird.

"No, no let me finish." she moves her hands away momentarily, "it was like...music to my ears. Remember when you first got here?"

With her now free hands, Sasha intends to put them on Becky's waist, but before she could finish the though, Becky spins on her heels to face her.

A look of almost bewilderment is all over her face as she stares at the other woman, "what are you doing" she simply says.

"I already answered that for you" Sasha looks back at her, keeping the same look on her face.

"I want a real answer, don't bullshit me" Becky demands.

With a small chuckle, Sasha speaks again.

"I'm not here to try anything on you but those clothes, Bex. If that's so reassuring for you to hear. All I'm saying, is thank you. Is it so tough to say 'you're welcome'?" she winks, allowing Becky to exhale again.

"I don't think you are very welcome. You sound like you're full of shit" Becky shakes her head, still confused by both her words and actions.

"Wasn't it worth a shot? Being full of shit of course" Sasha bats her eyes, picking out the suggested outfit out for her and turning to leave the closet.

She says nothing, but makes a face. Clearly one of disinterest. Turning her head to the side, she prays a feeling—even if momentarily—she once felt for her before, didn't come back.

That'd been a dream a couple years ago, but certainly not now.

"You look like a deer in headlights"  Sasha snickers at her silence and skips out the closet, "come on, we have much better things to talk about"

Dismissing the now uncomfortable thought as much as she can, she follows after her to step out the closet and into the outfit.

Sasha lays the outfit out onto a chair "get on the bed real quick" she turns to her, "gotta check you"

Becky hesitates before walking over to the bed.

"Relax, that was only a tease" Sasha walks to her and leans over, looking around at her face.

"Not as easy as it seems, 'Cedes" Becky twists her lips, moving her eyes around to look anywhere but directly in the face.

"Seems like a piece of cake to me" Sasha leans back up. "Anyways, try that dress on first. I've gotta do something" she walks to her bedroom door and turns around, dialing a number on her phone and putting it to her ear.

Becky picks the dress up and looks at it for a moment. After declaring that it was not going to kill her to wear it, she lays it back down on the bed and strips.

Once undressed, she examines the piece once again before picking it up from the chair and maneuvering it onto her body.

"Okay. How do I look?" She asks after making sure it fit properly, looking over at Sasha for the proper validation.

Sasha turns around, opening her mouth a little in surprise at how well the dress fit her.

"Woah. Fucking good!" she cheers a little quietly, moving the phone she had up to her ear now to the side.

Becky turns her gaze away and looks in the mirror at herself, "I'd fuck me" she murmurs, running her hands down her body.

"I bet you would. In the outfit or not" Sasha snickers at her, "go back in there and pick out a pair of shoes" she points inside the closet.

"Can't blame me, can you?" Becky steps back inside of the closet to look for a good pair of shoes.

Meanwhile, Sasha speaks on the phone for quite some time. A little aggressively.

After Becky finally finds a pair of shoes, she steps back out holding them in her hands, "alright" she mumbles.

Sasha turns her head over with a nod at the shoes she chose, "because I said so!" she growls in the phone, "no. I don't care!" She quickly hangs up.

"What the hell is that all about?" Becky asks, setting her pair of shoes on the ground as she questioned Sasha's behavior again tonight.

"Nothing! Of your concern. Now come on, let's do your makeup" Sasha points to the chair in front of her vanity.
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After Sasha finishes applying the makeup to Becky's face she backs away to look at what she's done.

"You're all set" she sets her brushes down, "you look real good"

"Huh. I can see that" Becky looks in the mirror as she begins to stand, but, Sasha puts her hand on her shoulder, "wait! It's my turn, now" she smirks.

Becky looks at her with a raised brow before releasing somewhat of a sigh.

"Fine, but don't make it any weirder than it already is, please."

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even after 23828 revamps I still don't know how the hell to end this chapter in particular