Several months later she was feeling a little braver, and a lot more comfortable with herself, and went home with a woman about five years her senior. She was alone this time. Andy had managed to catch a small cold and been ordered to sleep by Nicky (who apparently had several medical degrees), and the men had decided to stay in and watch a movie. When she’d left they’d been talking in the kitchen, trying to figure out what to watch.
Nile had considered staying, but the urge to explore had won out.
She knew there would come a time when she’d want to stay in, when exploring a new city wasn’t such a big draw, but she hoped that was a long way away. Joe and Nicky still explored after all, and they were nearly 1,000.
She took an uber downtown, deciding against figuring out a foreign transit system, and soon lost herself in the tourist district. She spoke with a group of Canadian backpackers, some random Australian men, and one older American woman, before meeting her.
“You look a little lost.”
Nile didn’t startle, not after training with Andy, Joe, and Nicky, but she came close. She turned to see a beautiful woman about her height, with chin length auburn hair and warm brown eyes.
Nile smiled. “Not lost,” she said. “Just not sure what I’m looking for exactly.”
The woman grinned, showing the gap in her front teeth. Nile fell slightly in love right there and then.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Only if I can buy you one after,” Nile responded.
The woman laughed. “Sure thing,” she said, walking with Nile over to a secluded seat at the bar, off to the side and away from the crowds. “I’m Piper.”
“Nile!”
Piper grinned again, hair falling into her dark eyes. Nile wanted to run her hands through it. “Nice to meet you, Nile! Now, what are you drinking?”
When they tumbled into bed together later that night in Piper’s flat, Nile felt nervous for a brief moment, realising abruptly that she wasn’t actually sure what to do.
“I’ve never…”
Piper held a finger to her lips, swinging a leg across Nile’s lap and grinding down. Nile moaned, hands coming up to grip her hips.
“We all start somewhere,” Piper said, her Irish accent strong. “I know I did once. Just promise you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like, yeah?”
Nile leaned forwards to kiss her, moving her hands from Piper’s hips to finally run through her auburn hair. It was as soft as it looked. “As long as you promise the same,” she insisted when they broke apart.
Piper nodded. “Sounds like a plan, beautiful,” she grinned, before moving her hands to cup Nile’s chest, circling her hips at the same time.
The next morning Nile felt as though her heart could burst. She’d enjoyed sex before, usually, but she’d never felt so complete. She’d just assumed it wasn’t her thing, even after her make out session with Dizzy. But she knew better now.
She and Piper made breakfast together, exchanging lazy kisses and funny anecdotes, before parting ways. Nile knew she likely wouldn’t see the woman again, but somehow didn’t mind. Piper kissed her when she left, giving her an old travel mug full of strong coffee.
Nile would end up keeping the mug for decades, smiling every time she used it, thinking back to a kind Irish woman with a gap-toothed smile and a laugh like the sun.
When she made it back to the safehouse Andy was asleep on the sofa, one arm over her eyes, and Joe was sketching at the kitchen table while Nicky baked focaccia. Her mouth watered at the smell of rosemary and olive oil.
Nicky noticed her first, sending her one of his small smiles. “Pass the salt?” he asked, nodding towards it.
Nile handed it over, hopping up to sit on the counter. She loved watching Nicky or Joe cook. It made her feel at home.
Andy couldn’t cook, though would happily do the shopping if she knew someone else would make a meal for her. Booker, apparently, could cook, but it wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed, while Quynh had only been able to cook extraordinarily spicy meals.
Joe and Nicky, however, enjoyed making meals. Apparently cooking together had helped them grow closer after their first deaths all those years ago, and they had kept up the tradition.
Nile was quite happy with that. It made her feel more at home, and she got to eat some amazing food. It was a win-win in her books. She would cook as well, usually meals her mother and grandmother had made for her growing up. It had been hard at first, making things that brought back memories of her old life, but it had helped.
“Can I help?” she asked, peering at the dough curiously.
Nicky shook his head. “In a bit,” he replied. “I’m done for now.”
“How was your night, kid?” Joe asked, not even bothering to look up from his sketchbook. Nile wasn’t offended - she could be the same way when she tried to draw.
“It was actually great,” Nile said, grinning widely.
Joe looked up, looking pleased, and Nicky smiled at her.
“Good! You deserve a night away from us old people.” Joe chuckled.
Nile rolled her eyes, but was grinning. She debated briefly on telling them about Piper - she knew she would get nothing but support from them, as well as from Andy and (eventually) Booker - but wanted to keep it to herself for now.
“What movie did you end up watching?” Nile asked.
Nicky said something in a language Nile did not yet understand, sounding incredibly annoyed. Joe just smirked. Nile decided right there and then she didn’t want to know.
“I’m gonna go shower,” she said, leaving the kitchen at a near run when she noticed Joe eyeing Nicky’s ass. There were some things she just didn’t want or need to see.
Andy was awake when she entered the living room on her way upstairs, stretching luxuriously.
“They being all cute again?” she asked with a yawn.
Nile nodded. “Always.”
Andy looked towards the kitchen with an almost wistful look on her face, eyes soft. She loved Joe and Nicky (as well as Booker and Quynh) desperately, and Nile knew the ancient women was incredibly happy they had each other.
“Good night?”
Nile nodded. It had been amazing.
Andy eyed her for a long moment, before shaking her head. “Go shower kid,” she said. “You look like you were up late.”
Nile rolled her eyes but went, Piper’s travel mug still clutched in her hands.
Re: Nile/Dizzy, Nile/OFCs, Exploration of Nile's sexuality 3/4
Nile had considered staying, but the urge to explore had won out.
She knew there would come a time when she’d want to stay in, when exploring a new city wasn’t such a big draw, but she hoped that was a long way away. Joe and Nicky still explored after all, and they were nearly 1,000.
She took an uber downtown, deciding against figuring out a foreign transit system, and soon lost herself in the tourist district. She spoke with a group of Canadian backpackers, some random Australian men, and one older American woman, before meeting her.
“You look a little lost.”
Nile didn’t startle, not after training with Andy, Joe, and Nicky, but she came close. She turned to see a beautiful woman about her height, with chin length auburn hair and warm brown eyes.
Nile smiled. “Not lost,” she said. “Just not sure what I’m looking for exactly.”
The woman grinned, showing the gap in her front teeth. Nile fell slightly in love right there and then.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Only if I can buy you one after,” Nile responded.
The woman laughed. “Sure thing,” she said, walking with Nile over to a secluded seat at the bar, off to the side and away from the crowds. “I’m Piper.”
“Nile!”
Piper grinned again, hair falling into her dark eyes. Nile wanted to run her hands through it. “Nice to meet you, Nile! Now, what are you drinking?”
When they tumbled into bed together later that night in Piper’s flat, Nile felt nervous for a brief moment, realising abruptly that she wasn’t actually sure what to do.
“I’ve never…”
Piper held a finger to her lips, swinging a leg across Nile’s lap and grinding down. Nile moaned, hands coming up to grip her hips.
“We all start somewhere,” Piper said, her Irish accent strong. “I know I did once. Just promise you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like, yeah?”
Nile leaned forwards to kiss her, moving her hands from Piper’s hips to finally run through her auburn hair. It was as soft as it looked. “As long as you promise the same,” she insisted when they broke apart.
Piper nodded. “Sounds like a plan, beautiful,” she grinned, before moving her hands to cup Nile’s chest, circling her hips at the same time.
The next morning Nile felt as though her heart could burst. She’d enjoyed sex before, usually, but she’d never felt so complete. She’d just assumed it wasn’t her thing, even after her make out session with Dizzy. But she knew better now.
She and Piper made breakfast together, exchanging lazy kisses and funny anecdotes, before parting ways. Nile knew she likely wouldn’t see the woman again, but somehow didn’t mind. Piper kissed her when she left, giving her an old travel mug full of strong coffee.
Nile would end up keeping the mug for decades, smiling every time she used it, thinking back to a kind Irish woman with a gap-toothed smile and a laugh like the sun.
When she made it back to the safehouse Andy was asleep on the sofa, one arm over her eyes, and Joe was sketching at the kitchen table while Nicky baked focaccia. Her mouth watered at the smell of rosemary and olive oil.
Nicky noticed her first, sending her one of his small smiles. “Pass the salt?” he asked, nodding towards it.
Nile handed it over, hopping up to sit on the counter. She loved watching Nicky or Joe cook. It made her feel at home.
Andy couldn’t cook, though would happily do the shopping if she knew someone else would make a meal for her. Booker, apparently, could cook, but it wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed, while Quynh had only been able to cook extraordinarily spicy meals.
Joe and Nicky, however, enjoyed making meals. Apparently cooking together had helped them grow closer after their first deaths all those years ago, and they had kept up the tradition.
Nile was quite happy with that. It made her feel more at home, and she got to eat some amazing food. It was a win-win in her books. She would cook as well, usually meals her mother and grandmother had made for her growing up. It had been hard at first, making things that brought back memories of her old life, but it had helped.
“Can I help?” she asked, peering at the dough curiously.
Nicky shook his head. “In a bit,” he replied. “I’m done for now.”
“How was your night, kid?” Joe asked, not even bothering to look up from his sketchbook. Nile wasn’t offended - she could be the same way when she tried to draw.
“It was actually great,” Nile said, grinning widely.
Joe looked up, looking pleased, and Nicky smiled at her.
“Good! You deserve a night away from us old people.” Joe chuckled.
Nile rolled her eyes, but was grinning. She debated briefly on telling them about Piper - she knew she would get nothing but support from them, as well as from Andy and (eventually) Booker - but wanted to keep it to herself for now.
“What movie did you end up watching?” Nile asked.
Nicky said something in a language Nile did not yet understand, sounding incredibly annoyed. Joe just smirked. Nile decided right there and then she didn’t want to know.
“I’m gonna go shower,” she said, leaving the kitchen at a near run when she noticed Joe eyeing Nicky’s ass. There were some things she just didn’t want or need to see.
Andy was awake when she entered the living room on her way upstairs, stretching luxuriously.
“They being all cute again?” she asked with a yawn.
Nile nodded. “Always.”
Andy looked towards the kitchen with an almost wistful look on her face, eyes soft. She loved Joe and Nicky (as well as Booker and Quynh) desperately, and Nile knew the ancient women was incredibly happy they had each other.
“Good night?”
Nile nodded. It had been amazing.
Andy eyed her for a long moment, before shaking her head. “Go shower kid,” she said. “You look like you were up late.”
Nile rolled her eyes but went, Piper’s travel mug still clutched in her hands.