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Lana closed her eyes. She was trying to get all the pictures out of her head. Why did she read the fanfictions? Why did she read fanfictions that were about sex? Why did she read something that had no plot?
Well, it actually did have a plot. Emma and Regina argued or one of them teased the other and then they just... Made each other come...
Come... She needed to come. Not that she would be that close but she wanted this to be over. She wanted him to get of off her, she didn't want his beard on her face, his big hands on her body. She just wanted to... read.
Maybe if she just remembered parts of the stories... She wanted the little blonde to touch her. Like Emma touched Regina. Emma knew exactly what to do. Would Jen know? Would she be that good too?
Emma... Emma... Jen... Emma... Jen...
"Jen!" She arched her back as she dug her nails into his back. She could feel him freeze. She squeezed her eyes shut even more as she realized what just happened and let her hands fall on the bed.
"What did you just say?" He was confused and upset and sat down next to her, staring.
"Nothing," she tried even tho she knew he heard her very well.
"Are you two fucking?" He got angry, yelling at her.
"No! I swear we never..." She tried again, sitting up and pulling the blanket over her.
"Don't even bother..." He scoffed, pulling his pants on. He didn't even look at her and left the room.
Lana was siting in the middle of the huge bed, leaning against the headboard but still somewhat straight, hot tears running down her face.
She's known, she had a feeling, for quite some time, that she wasn't in love with Fred. But Jen... It actually all made sense. She just didn't want to admit it, she was afraid to admit it.
She wiped off her tears and reached for her phone. She opened her gallery and scrolled through the photos. Jen. Jen smiling. Jen laughing. Jen covering her face. Jen dancing around the set. Jen being silly. Jen reading a script. Jen, Jen, Jen, so many pictures of Jen, her smile, her beautiful eyes.
Lana didn't even realize that as she slid down the bed but she was crying again. She was crying silently. She just ruined her marriage and hurt the man who has always been her friend. She was crying over a woman who probably never saw her as anything more than just a friend or a coworker. It hurt. She could never have her, yet the blonde was the one who made her come that night.
She scrolled through some more pictures, Jen at the ouat screening, Jen wearing jeans and a shirt, Jen in a baseball cap. Lana let the tears fall on the pillow and smiled sadly. She closed her eyes as her phone went dark and fell asleep, still crying.