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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Awkward.
  Relationship:
      Tamara_Kaplan/Jake_Rosati
  Character:
      Jake_Rosati, Tamara_Kaplan
  Additional Tags:
      trans!Jake, Trans_Female_Character, Sexual_Experimentation, Identity
      Issues, WIP
  Series:
      Part 15 of Daily_Fic_Drabbles_Table_A
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-28 Chapters: 1/? Words: 975
****** We're Both Girls (That's Why It Works) ******
by XaviaAndromedovna
Summary
     Tamara and Jake are really good together, good in a way they never
     thought possible. There's just some things they've gotta work
     through.
     What better place to work them out than the bedroom?
Notes
     Prompt: Pride
     Inspired by Tamara's line in 3x3: "In our relationship, we're both
     girls; that's why it works."
See the end of the work for more notes
It takes Tamara and Jake a few more times to figure out why their First Time
was so wonky.
“Look, what if we tried something else.”
“Like…”
“Well, obviously just… ‘plugging and chugging’ isn’t working for either of us. 
I’ve been doing some research about female things, and the… the…”  Tamara looks
at her partner with confused curiosity.
“Va-jay-jay?”
“Yes!  Well, it’s not as sensitive as the…”
“As the clit, no duh Jake!  What do they teach you boys in Health class when
we’re not there?”
“Scary, scary things.  Well, obviously what we’re doing isn’t stimulating your…
clitoris… so we should fix that.”
“I agree…?”
“Alright then.”
“Right.”
They stare at each other for an uncomfortable minute.
“So what’s the problem then?”
“Oh, uh, I mean, I don’t… you know what?  Why don’t you just tell me what feels
good and I’ll go from there.”  He leans back over Tamara, but with great
hesitation.
“Are you alright, Jake?  You look straight up panic room right now and I’m a
little scared to be under you.”
“Yeah… yeah I’m fine I just,” Jake sits up again, and when he looks down
discovers he’s flaccid.  “Crap!”
“Jake, honey, you need to breathe.  You freaking out is freaking me out and we
can’t both be in freak-out mode!”  Jake gets off of Tamara and they sit down
next to each other on the bed, his lover gingerly rubbing soothing patterns
along his back.  They stay like this for several minutes, eventually peppering
each other with languid, gentle kisses all over naked arms and faces and necks.
Finally, Tamara breaks the silence.  “You wanna talk about it?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I freaked out.  I’m just, really frustrated
because I mean I’m the guy; I’m supposed to make it work pumping away and keep
you interested at the same time and it’s a lot of pressure.”
“Okay, well spoiler alert: I’m very on board with sexperimenting with you. 
There are more things we could do than just Ding Dong Dick.  Tell you what, you
wanna learn what makes my London Bridge fall?  Get down there and find out! 
You’re over-thinking this.”
“You’re right.  No more thinking.”  Tamara raises her eyebrows in an indication
to get started already and Jake takes the hint to start kissing her lips.  This
he knows; this he can work with.  He cups her breasts in his hands as their
tongues dance.  When she breaks the kiss, he makes his way down her neck to
test each stretch of skin for weaknesses, sniffing out moans and groans as he
licks, sucks, and bites his way around her body.  He takes the hand in his hair
as a good sign when he passes her navel.  Tamara closes her eyes and opens her
legs, and Jake gets into position to look for the first time at what exactly is
down there.
He read somewhere in his research that a lot of women feel uncomfortable about
their vagina’s appearance, but he found it fascinating.  He slowly, reverently
passes his finger around the outside, then deftly pushes lips apart to see more
lips, layers and layers of folds that create a complex vision of what he’d
always assumed was just an empty socket.  Perhaps porn wasn’t the best sexual
education after all.
It doesn’t take him long to locate the clitoris and notice how similar it is to
the penis.  He suddenly feels a lot more competent to make this work.  A thumb
across it makes Tamara moan loudly and her hips move into the touch.  A few
more swipes and the cries of ‘yes’ are enough to indicate that he’s learning
quickly.
As far as what to do next he hits a dead end for about a second.  ‘Think like a
girl,’ Jake tells himself.  ‘Think like a girl.  What if I…’  he moves the
labia around a bit and tongues at Tamara’s clit to ample approval.  The feel of
it on his tongue and the smell of her body and the sounds of her breathing are
a lot to take in, and he’s more than aroused again by the situation.  He
continues eating her out for a minute or two before she starts to take charge
of the situation.
“Try putting a finger in.”  She feels Jake’s tongue migrate to her opening and
shudders at its novelty.  ‘Good boy,’ she thinks.  ‘At least he knows that
you’ve gotta lubricate before you penetrate.’  Then, a tentative finger
searches for the right way to go about this, and Tamara helps him along by
moving into the pressure.  She gasps and he gently opens her, tongue returning
to its post.  The simultaneous motions around and in an out don’t last more
than a few minutes before Tamara is coming loud and hard.
“Holy shit, that was intense!”
Jake pops his head up and smiles.
“Alright, now you do me!”
“Wait, what?”
In that moment, Jake realizes the crux of his earlier problem.  He was jealous
of what he was able to make Tamara do down there.  He liked feeling the parts
pulsing, changing, growing into something better.  He liked the rhythmic
precision and nuance it required, that her body craved.  He wanted to feel what
she felt. 
But she’d given him a blowjob before.  Sure there were no complaints but that
wasn’t this.  It felt too much like the thrusting they did the first time, and
he wanted a little less penetration and more, stimulation.  What he wants is…
maybe he wants to have—
He bolts upright, fear exuding from every pore.  “I have to go.”  As he’s
throwing on his clothes, Tamara goes from shocked to confused to angry to hurt
in about two second’s time.
“Jake!  What the— Jake! ”
“I’ll call you later,” he responds as he turns off his phone and exits his
girlfriend’s house.
End Notes
     Awkward. is not mine.
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