
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/1009452.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, F/F, Multi
  Fandom:
      Få_meg_på_for_faen_|_Turn_Me_On_Dammit!_(2011)
  Relationship:
      Alma/Artur, Alma/Artur/Maria
  Character:
      Alma_(Få_meg_på_for_faen), Artur_(Få_meg_på_for_faen), Maria_(Få_meg_på
      for_faen)
  Collections:
      New_Year's_Resolution_2013
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-19 Words: 571
****** Fucking Oslo ******
by Age_or_Wizardry_(ageorwizardry)
Summary
     Artur's going to the party. I've bought a new dress. I had my doubts,
     then Maria came in and said, "I think you look hot. Buy it."
     She said, "Come and visit me. Bring Artur along."
     Alma and Artur visit Maria in Oslo.
Notes
     I had a couple of ideas about these kids that didn't make it into my
     Yuletide story. Here's one of them. I hope this ficlet makes a nice
     treat for you in advance of this year's Yuletide!
     Thanks to Eldritch Anchovy for the beta.
When Alma found the vibrator in Maria's bedroom, she wasn't even looking for
it.
Once she spotted it, though, the thing occupied all her attention. The shape,
the form, the color—it was a blatantly sexual object. She gazed hungrily at it
as she lifted it from among the clutter in the drawer and examined it from all
sides. How she wanted one! Only she could never figure out how she could get
one in fucking Skoddeheimen—
"Ah, Alma?" Maria said.
Damn. Alma had actually forgotten Maria was in the room with her until she'd
spoken. Alma hoped she hadn't looked too obviously like she was considering how
she might be able to steal Maria's vibrator and take it home with her. Maria
was a friend; she deserved better.
"I've never actually seen one before," Alma said. "I'd love to get one, but..."
"...they won't let you, because you're too young," Maria finished for her, then
delicately added, "Alma, you might not want to... I mean, I've used that. I
certainly understand wanting a vibrator, but you probably don't want to touch
one that someone else has used."
In fact, this sentence produced exactly the opposite effect on Alma.
She supposed that must have been obvious, because Maria muttered, "Well, if
you're going to keep handling it I can at least put a condom on it so it will
be clean," as she rummaged further in the drawer.
When Artur walked in the room, Alma had just clicked the vibrator on and was
holding it in the air, watching it buzz with an expression of wonder on her
face.
Artur paused just inside the doorway. The noise of the vibrator continued
cheerily. It was the loudest sound in the room. All their faces were very red.
Then Artur moved toward Alma. His fingers grasped the vibrator just above her
own; their fingers brushed as his closed tighter and hers released; he took the
vibrator from her hand. He turned it over gently in the air and held the tip
against her forearm.
"Want to try it?" he asked her softly, daringly. Their eyes locked.
As Alma felt the vibrations reverberate through her skin, her breathing grew
heavier, more ragged. Now she felt she could barely hear the vibrator over the
sound of her own heartbeat in her ears. She wasn't sure she could gather enough
breath to speak an answer.
And this is just my arm, she thought. What the hell will it feel like somewhere
else?
Alma nodded.
"That is so hot," Maria breathed from beside her.
After that, many things happened. And at first it was horribly embarrassing,
but then it turned into something wonderful. Alma was learning, to her
surprise, how often real life could be like that. And now one of their hands
was holding the vibrator against her, between her legs now, while below that
fingers moved inside her—and she suddenly realized that fingers from two hands
were entwined inside her, that both of them were inside her at the same
time—oh—
Afterwards, surrounded by warmth, Alma felt Maria move beside her. "So, Alma,"
she said, a smile in her voice. "How about I buy a vibrator for you here in the
city and send you home with it as a gift? Would you like that? Would it be all
right? My contribution to the happy couple?"
"Yes," Alma kept saying. "Yes, yes, yes."
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