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Marcy
On a lazy afternoon, after a busy morning of searching the library for clues related to the calamity box, Marcy Wu sat next to her girlfriend, Anne Boonchuy, on the uncomfortable cobblestone floor just outside one of the many cells to be found in the Palace of King Andrias. What made this particular cell the object of such interest to the two girls, was the simple fact that it contained their other girlfriend, one Sasha Waybright.
‘Wow. This all seems pretty dang weird now that I’m thinking about it.’ Marcy thought to her herself, conscious of how other people would see them for what they were doing. They hadn’t even told anyone of their new relationship with Sasha, worried that they would be judged for it. Marcy knew that Anne in particular had been stressing at the idea of telling her adopted frog family, the Plantars. Marcy hadn’t told anyone either, not wanting the king or Lady Olivia to know that she was fraternizing in that way with someone who was, for all intents and purposes, an enemy of the state.
It had been a few days since each girl had independently confessed their love to Sasha, only to find out about the other and, after some panic, decide to try a polyamorous relationship. As far as Marcy could tell, it was going pretty well. At least, as well as it could go when the object of their mutual affection was locked behind bars.
Marcy was broken out of those thoughts as Sasha laughed loudly at a story Anne was telling about her time in Amphibia. “Wait.” The blonde interjected. ”So not only did you go camping when you hate everything to do with that stuff, you then proceeded to go with some total stranger to an even worse campsite, where you were then attacked by killer, cannibal frogs.” She could barely get through the words before bursting into laughter again.
“It’s not that funny.” Anne grumbled, though Marcy could see her lips twitch ever so slightly upwards. “I almost died.”
“It’s pretty funny.” Sasha insisted, her mirth finally dying down.
Just then, a mischievous thought popped into Marcy’s head. “Y’know…” She began. “That’s not even the only time she got attacked by cannibal frogs.”
Anne whipped around to stare at her in shock. “Traitor!” She gasped, but it was too late, as Marcy’s words set Sasha off again.
“Ho- How are you still alive?” The blonde questioned as her laughter turned into giggles and she finally got herself under control. She smirked. “That’s such an Anne thing to do too.”
“Wha- what does that mean?!” Anne cried, leaning back on her arms.
“You know… I’m Anne! I’m gonna go on this super awful camping trip because I can’t stand the thought of people having fun without me!” Sasha mimicked, rather poorly if Marcy was any judge.
“I do not sound like that!” Anne insisted, though a huff of laughter escaped her lips, betraying her amusement.
Marcy nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’m gonna have to go with Anne on this one Sash. Your impressions could use some work.”
Sasha just scoffed. “There you guys go, ganging up on me again.” Her tone was genial, but the underlying subtext of that statement made Marcy distinctly uncomfortable. Anne laughed nervously next to her, and she knew the other girl felt the same way.
The blonde watched them for a few moments, a smile slowly growing on her face, until she finally chuckled at their discomfort. “God, you guys, I’m joking. You guys can be so… Stupid.”
From anyone else, such a term would have been insulting, but Sasha said it with such fondness that Marcy couldn’t help but smile. “Careful Sasha.” She warned playfully. “Your soft side is showing.”
“And who’re you calling stupid?” Anne shot back, clearly not willing to let the matter rest. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but we weren’t the ones who charged into a super obvious trap. That was all you.”
“It was not obvious!” Sasha said defensively. “Excuse me for not expecting Marcy to do something as ridiculous as using a video game to come up with a defense plan! Not to mention I had to fight both of you! That was super unfair!”
“Guess you just couldn’t handle our teamwork.” Anne proclaimed proudly, pulling Marcy into a hug with one arm. Marcy just giggled, allowing herself to be pressed into Anne’s side as the girl’s arm wrapped around her shoulders. Leaning over, she planted a kiss on Anne’s cheek, and the Thai-American blushed brightly, a weak giggle leaving her lips as she gazed down at Marcy.
Anne wasn’t the only one caught off guard by Marcy’s kiss. Staring at them blankly, a blush lit up Sasha’s pale face.
From her place against Anne’s shoulder, Marcy could see as the other girl wiggle her eyebrows in Sasha’s direction. “What’s the matter Sash? Feeling a little jelly? I could always give you a kiss if it’ll make you feel better.” Anne offered with a smirk. ‘Heh, she probably thinks she’s being soooo smooth right now…’
Sasha took a moment to respond, clearly stunned by their display of affection. Finally, she seemed to gather herself, schooling her features into a carefully disaffected look that didn’t fool Marcy for a second. “As if.” She scoffed. “And you are not kissing me through the bars.”
“Why not?” Anne questioned with a frown.
“Be-Because it’s undignified!” Sasha spluttered, like it was obvious. “I’m not just gonna stick my face through the bars!”
Personally, Marcy wasn’t sure they could claim that any of this was dignified, considering how unusual their circumstances were. “No offence Sasha, but… You’re in prison. I think dignity is pretty much out the window at this point.”
Glowering, Sasha didn’t respond for a moment. Finally, she smiled, the kind of smile that Marcy and Anne knew very well. It was a smile that meant Sasha had come up with an idea, probably one that would get them all in trouble.
“Y’know… You could just let me outta here for a bit… Then we could do all the kissing you guys want.”
Marcy felt her cheeks heat up, but Anne just sat up, crossing her arms. “We’ve talked about this Sash. You’re not getting out of there until you stop being stubborn and agree to work with us. No exceptions.”
“Since when do you care so much about the rules?” Sasha scoffed, rolling her eyes. “We used to sneak out all the time back home.”
Anne’s face twisted in anger, surprising Marcy. “In case you haven’t noticed, this is kinda different from back home Sasha! Plus, it was you who always made me sneak out in the first place! You can’t just force me to do stuff and then act all surprised when I don’t wanna do it anymore! Maybe you just need to learn that people aren’t always just gonna do what you want them to do! You can get out of here and be with us at anytime, just as soon as you-”
“I’m not betraying Captain Grime.” Sasha stated harshly, glaring at Anne with angry eyes. Anne glared back, not backing down.
Wanting to end this little spat, and also not wanting all her time with Sasha to be filtered through metal bars, Marcy thought hard about possible solutions to this problem. Finally, an idea popped into her head, and she grinned. “Guys! I got it!” She proclaimed loudly as she jumped up, earning surprised looks from both her girlfriends as she interrupted their little staring contest.
“Just stay here, I’ll be right back!” Marcy shouted over her shoulder as she rushed for the door, eager to put her plan into action.
As she ran down the hall, she skipped over the loose cobblestone that had tripped her up when she originally confessed to Sasha, doing a little fist pump as she did. ‘Yes! Not this time!’
She pushed open the door, slamming it behind her as she made for the guard’s office at the end of the hallway. As she lunged forwards, eager to get back to her girls as soon as possible, she found herself being yanked back, a terrible ripping sound filling the air as she landed hard on her butt.
Groaning, Marcy looked back to her cloak stuck in the doorway, nearly torn in half. ‘Dang it…’
Sasha
“So…” Sasha started as Marcy disappeared through the door, a faint thud following a moment later. “Any idea what she’s so worked up about?”
Anne just shrugged, and they settled into an uncomfortable silence. Sasha didn’t really know what to say now that their argument had been cut short by Marcy’s sudden and unexplained departure.
Finally, Anne found the courage to speak up. “I'm sorry about-”
“Apology accepted.” Sasha said quickly, glad that Anne had seen the error of her ways.
“You didn’t let me finish!” Anne had a slight glare on her face, that faded as she gave a deep sigh. “I’m not sorry about what I said, cuz you need to hear that junk, but… I guess I could’ve said it in a nicer way. I’m sorry about that.”
Sasha stared at her for a moment, various conflicting feelings bouncing around her chest. Finally, she gave her own sigh. “I… I’m… I shouldn’t have said what I said either.” Sasha offered lamely, unable to bring herself to say that one particular word. “I know you can’t let me out, and… I shouldn’t have pushed the issue.” She forced the words out, her very soul crying out against the idea of admitting fault, of showing weakness. A frown creased her face as she thought of what Anne had said. “Did… Were you really that unhappy when we snuck out together?”
Her frien- girlfriend, Sasha reminded herself, looked conflicted for a moment. “I mean… I liked spending time with you, it’s just… I don’t like disappointing my parents. I even missed the birthday party they were planning because you wouldn’t let me leave!” Anne pointed out.
Wincing, Sasha was struck by the memories of that day. As much as she tried to avoid thinking of the circumstances that had led them here, Sasha was acutely aware that it was her fault they had all been brought to this strange world. It was why she had tried so hard to get them home...
“I just wanted to make your birthday special…” She whispered.
Anne smiled softly. “It would’ve been plenty special if you’d just came to the party.”
Sasha didn’t know what to say to that, and so they fell back into silence, though it was much more genial than before. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of the door bursting open, and they both jumped at the noise. Anne gazed down the hall, a look of confusion growing on her face. Sasha couldn’t see what Anne saw from where she was, and so she had to wait slightly longer to find out what had her so puzzled. Faintly, Sasha could hear the sound of footsteps, too numerous to be one person...
Soon Marcy came into view, looking oddly pleased with herself about something. Just as Sasha suspected, she wasn’t alone.
A newt guard trailed behind Marcy, and Sasha narrowed her eyes, knowing it was the same guard who had refused to speak a word to her through all of her time in prison. Anne stood up to receive them, and Sasha followed suit, not quite understanding what was going on.
“Guys, I figured out a solution!” Marcy revealed eagerly, though Sasha had no idea what she was talking about. ‘Solution? To what? There’s no way she got them to release me…’
“I have no idea what you mean, or who this guy is, but you’re probably gonna tell us, huh Marsh?” Anne said in a dissonantly cheerful tone.
“You better believe it Annabanana!” Marcy replied, grinning as she gestured to the newt behind her like some mad inventor revealing her latest invention. “This is Harold!” The guard raised his hand in greeting, though with his face hidden beneath a hood, Sasha couldn’t tell how he felt about being shown off like some prize animal.
“Uh, yeah.” Sasha’s tone was dry. “We’ve met.”
Anne waved awkwardly. “Hi, Harold…” She greeted, trailing off as the newt remained dead silent.
“He doesn’t talk much.” Marcy explained. “But we do spar on occasion, and he trusts me, so… I was able to convince him to lock us in the cell with Sasha!”
“What?!” Sasha and Anne cried in unison, eyes wide.
“It’s perfect!” Marcy enthused, oblivious to their shock. “We can spend time with Sasha, and nobody has to worry about her escaping!”
“I’m right here Marcy.” Sasha groused, starting to understand what the other girl was getting at. Ideally, she would rather be free, but if she was being honest to herself, spending time with her two girlfriends in enclosed quarters didn’t really seem like the worst thing in the world...
Her thought process trailed off as Harold unlocked the cell door with a key pulled from his sleeve, and Marcy all but dragged Anne inside with her.
As the guard locked the door once more, Sasha’s eyes were drawn to Marcy’s cloak, or rather, what was left of it. It looked like something had yanked on it harshly, tearing it nearly in half. Though still technically in one piece, the lower half was dragging slightly on the floor, and Sasha knew that Marcy would inevitably end up tripping if she didn’t get it fixed or replaced. Marcy was clumsy like that.
They watched Harold leave, Marcy waving goodbye as he disappeared down the hallway. A moment later, Sasha heard the door open, and then close again with a creak.
With him gone, Marcy took a step back from the cell door and, just as Sasha had expected, her foot caught on the edge of her cloak, sending her stumbling backwards with a yelp, swinging her arms wildly like some demented bird. What Sasha hadn’t expected, was that she was in the path of Marcy’s fall.
It turns out that spending weeks sitting around in a dungeon with nothing to do, tends to dull your reflexes. Who would’ve guessed?
Marcy crashed into Sasha, sending them toppling to the ground in a heap. Luckily, Sasha had the presence of mind to lean forwards, just managing to avoid cracking her skull open against the back wall of the cell. The impact of rough stone against Sasha's tailbone sent a shock up her spine as all the air was forced from her lungs. Groaning, Sasha laid still for a few moments, ignoring Anne’s panicked words as she felt Marcy’s weight atop her.
Faintly, Sasha was aware that Anne was standing over them, asking if they were okay, but that wasn’t her focus at the moment. What currently occupied her mind, was the thought that Marcy was really warm. The other girl didn’t really weigh that much, and Sasha could barely suppress a sigh at how strangely comforting that weight felt. Marcy’s head was pressed just under her chin, her black hair tickling at Sasha’s throat as she groaned from the fall. It was surprisingly nice to have Marcy on top of her like this.
She’d never admit it to anyone, but Sasha had definitely missed the feeling of human contact. The last time she’d had anything like this was when she’d found Anne, and that experience was unfortunately tainted by what had come after. Having someone pressed against her like this was something she’d never realized she could miss so much.
Before Sasha could do something ridiculously sappy like wrap her arms around Marcy or smell her hair like a creep, the other girl started wriggling, twisting around until she was facing Sasha, and the blonde could stare into her eyes.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, Sasha trying not to show how much she was freaking out about how close their faces were, when suddenly, Marcy shifted closer, now fully in Sasha’s lap.
Without any warning at all, Marcy pressed her lips to Sasha’s, causing warmth to bloom through the blonde’s face as she screamed internally at how soft Marcy’s lips were, and how gentle her kiss was, like Marcy could never in a million years hurt her. Just as Sasha thought that maybe she should try kissing back, the other girl pulled away.
Marcy studied her face with careful eyes, while Sasha could only stare blankly back, still lost in a daze.
Unfortunately, her girlfriend seemed to take her silence the wrong way, eyes going wide as she started to panic. “I am so, so sorry!” Marcy warbled. “I just, I looked into your eyes, and I thought it was fine, but, I mean, I guess I misread the situation?! I’m reeaaally sorry, I…”
Trying to pull herself together enough to reassure Marcy that it was fine, that she enjoyed it, Sasha was just cognizant enough to notice Anne sitting down next to her, a smirk on her face as she lounged against the wall, almost close enough to brush Sasha’s arm. “It’s fine Marcy. I think you just caught her off-guard. Looks to me like she really enjoyed that…”
Anne snickered as Sasha’s eyes drifted over her smug face. “Wow Sash. For someone who acts all tough and confident all the time, you really don’t have any game, huh?” She turned her eyes to Marcy. “Hey Marsh, why don’t we show her how you’re supposed to kiss your girlfriend?” Before Marcy could offer any kind of protest or response, Anne was pulling her in for a kiss, and her eyes shut tightly as she leaned into it, the two of them hovering over Sasha.
Normally, Sasha would’ve been furious at such obvious mockery from Anne, but her brain was currently occupied with other, much more important things. Like the fact that her two girlfriends were practically making out on top of her. Yeah, that was much more interesting.
Sasha’s mouth was hanging open as she watched them. Her entire face felt like it was on fire, and she couldn’t decide if she was in heaven or hell.
‘Hell, definitely hell.’ She decided when Marcy made a squeaking noise into Anne’s mouth. This certainly felt like torment, seeing her girlfriends kissing each other while she was almost helpless to do anything but watch. Honestly, hell might have been preferable to this sort of torture.
Finally, her girlfriends broke apart, lips separating with a slight pop that made Sasha blush even harder, if that was even possible at this point. Marcy looked about as messed up as Sasha felt, blush covering her cheeks as she blinked mindlessly, almost chasing after Anne’s lips as she pulled away. Anne was blushing herself, but she had a look of smug self-satisfaction on her face as she panted heavily.
She turned that look to Sasha and opened her mouth to speak. No doubt she had some snarky comment prepared, but Sasha wasn’t interested in hearing it. No, the blonde girl was officially done with sitting around while the thing she wanted more than anything was staring her right in the face. Just as Anne’s lips formed the first syllable, Sasha reached up, gripping the collar of her school uniform and pulling her down into a kiss of their own.
Anne’s lips were warm, and slightly puffy from her kiss with Marcy. Sasha was immediately addicted. Her kiss was rough, lips greedy and possessive as she all but claimed Anne as her own, trying to show the other girl exactly how she had felt watching her and Marcy together.
Unfortunately, biological necessity meant that she needed air to survive, and so Sasha had to break the kiss, panting against Anne’s mouth as they parted.
Anne finally looked how Sasha felt, her cheeks red, and her eyes unfocused as she stared into Sasha’s own, breathing like she’d just run a marathon. Sasha grinned. “What were you saying about me not having game?”
Blinking in incomprehension, Anne visibly struggled to pull herself together. “I, uh… What game are we playing?”
Laughing, Sasha wrapped her arm around Anne, pulling her into her shoulder as her other arm pulled Marcy against her chest, not willing to let either of them go when she was still so pumped up from kissing. “Mine…” She murmured happily against Marcy’s neck, wondering if this is what it felt like to be drunk.
Marcy started struggling ever so slightly against her grip, and Sasha reluctantly loosened it, though she didn’t let go completely. Now they were face to face again, and Marcy grinned nervously at her. “So… Mind if we try again?” Her innocent smile, mixed with her heavy blush, did… things to Sasha’s heart. Without a word, she leaned in, and Marcy followed suit.
The kiss was just as amazing as Anne’s had been. It wasn’t as wild, or greedy, but it still made Sasha’s stomach flutter. To her surprise though, Marcy soon pulled away.
Without a hint of explanation, Marcy started pressing kisses to Sasha’s face, not that she would complain about it. Her nose, her brow, her chin, all got smooches from Marcy’s questing lips. As they neared her cheek however, Marcy stopped, brow crinkling in… Concern?
Sasha’s girlfriend brought her hand up, a single finger tracing along her cheek, just under her eye. “I never noticed you had a scar before.” She murmured, squinting at it, like she was offended by the very notion of Sasha getting hurt. “When did that happen?”
Marcy’s touch felt like electricity, but her words were like being drenched in freezing water. Sasha knew Anne hadn’t told Marcy much about what had happened between them at the tower, and she really did not want to have this conversation right now. Looking over to Anne, she saw that her lips were curled nervously, her teeth bared, indicating that she was just as uncomfortable with this line of questioning as Sasha was. Looking back at Marcy, the girl had a look of shocked understanding as her gaze shifted between them. Sasha felt sick at that moment, not knowing how Marcy would react, but too much of a realist to think it would be very pleasant.
To her surprise however, Marcy just placed a kiss over the thin white mark. “Well, however it happened. I think it looks pretty cool…” She offered with a slightly nervous smile.
Sasha just stared at her, but before she could say anything, Anne was adding her own two cents. “Yeah!” She agreed, her cheer only slightly forced as far as Sasha could tell. “It makes you look like a total badass. I mean, you were already a badass, but now, you look it!”
The blonde couldn’t help but snicker in disbelief at the both of them, grateful for their attempts to make things less awkward. “You two are such dorks.” She muttered with a smile.
Anne just slung an arm around her shoulder. “Who’s the greater dork?” She questioned in a faux-intellectual tone. “The dorks? Or the dork who loves them?” Sasha gasped in mock offense and tried to pull away, but quickly settled back into Anne’s embrace when she wouldn’t let go, while Marcy wrapped her arms loosely around her neck.
For a few minutes, they simply remained like that, as Sasha processed all that had just happened. There was just something undeniably right about this moment, with the two girls she loved more than anything wrapped safely in her arms, Anne with her head against her shoulder, and Marcy in her lap. Sure it was dampened slightly by the fact that it was happening in a prison cell, but Sasha had grown so used to strange situations in her time in Amphibia that it didn’t really bother her like it probably should’ve.
‘I really love them…’ Sasha realized.
She had denied it when they first decided to become… this. Then, she had thought it made her weak, that her feelings towards Anne and Marcy, whether as friends or as girlfriends, could be used against her if they ended up fighting again. Now though, she knew the truth. Sasha had never felt more strong than she did in that moment, like she could do absolutely anything.
“You, uh… You gonna let go anytime soon?” Anne questioned suddenly, amusement in her tone. Marcy giggled into Sasha’s neck.
Sasha just huffed. “I don’t know how long we have until you need to leave. I’m not wasting a single second.” She tightened her grip on both of them to emphasize her point. When Anne didn’t respond, she turned her gaze to check on her.
Though her head was still laying against Sasha’s shoulder, Anne’s eyes were wide with concern. “Uh… Marcy?”
Marcy pulled back from the crook of Sasha’s neck, much to her annoyance. “Yeah?”
“How is Harold supposed to know when we want out? Could he like, hear us yell through the door? Or did you tell him to come back in an hour or something?”
Marcy blinked once… Twice… She tilted her head slightly, red creeping back into her cheeks. “Huh...” She chuckled nervously. “I guess my plan wasn’t completely perfect after all..” Her nervous laughter continued, while Anne looked even more concerned.
Sasha watched them squirm for a moment, wondering if she should say something. Finally, she decided to put them out of their misery. “Don’t worry about it. He’ll be back with my food in like, a couple hours I think? No need to have a heart attack or anything.” She quirked an eyebrow. “I didn’t know being stuck with me was such a terrible fate to you guys.” She smiled to rob her words of any bite. Marcy just smiled back, while Anne gave her a smirk.
“No offense Sash, but we do have lives outside of you.” ‘Unfortunately…’ Sasha thought to herself. “I don’t exactly mind spending time with you, but the Plantars are definitely gonna be wondering where I was. I am not ready to have that conversation with them.” Anne said with a shudder.
“Not to mention I have to keep looking for information about the calamity box!” Marcy added
“Fine, whatever.” Sasha groaned, pulling them close, determined to enjoy this while she could. She remained silent for a moment, debating her next words… “Hey, guys?” She paused as they both looked at her. “I… I love you. You know that, right?” She’d realized that she’d never said it out loud yet, and she couldn’t stand the thought of them not knowing how much they meant to her.
Marcy pecked her on the nose. “We know, Sasha…” She confirmed. Anne mumbled her agreement against her neck, and Sasha smiled.
They remained silent for a few more moments, but Sasha had something else she really needed to say... “Hey… Marcy?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you get off my lap now? My legs are starting to go numb.”
“Oh, right!”
Marcy shuffled off of Sasha’s legs, moving to her left side as she put her head on the blonde’s shoulder, cuddling into her side. Wordlessly, her hand reached across Sasha to lock with Anne’s own, and Sasha smiled at the sight.
‘There. Much better.’