darker_london | Girlies (Isabella, Aly)

"Come on. What's he like in bed?!" Isabella asked her cousin, dropping her head into her hands as she sat on Aly's...well...bed.

Aly turned to face her young cousin and she laughed. "Why in the world would you want to know that?" She grinned, turning to kiss little Thomas's cheek as he played with her hair, snug in her arms.

"Because I'm terribly nosy!" Isabella replied, folding her legs in such a way that looked like it would have been incredibly painful if you weren't aware of the fact that Isabella was oddly bendy. She was quite a talented dancer, she just hadn't gone as far with it as her late sister Reina had. Isabella had no intentions of being a ballerina. Even a famous ballerina like her sister had been wasn't really 'famous'. Dancers hardly ever became household names anymore. And if she was going to spend her young years practising all day and night, she'd rather train for the sexual olympics. If they existed... "Alyona, you have to tell me!" The logic may have been flawed, but she made Cute Eyes at her cousin to cover it up.

Aly shook her head, amused. "Well I'm not telling you holding my son." Aly set Thomas down in his playpen where he immediately started playing with his stuffed whale, Gregory. "Peter is...incredible. Sensitive and loving. And damn good at what he does. He makes me believe he's far more interested in my pleasure than his own, which probably isn't true because he is male. But if I can believe that, it's pretty amazing." Aly took a seat beside her cousin and she tucked a lock of her dark hair behind her ear. "I am never disappointed. And quite often, I am 'not disappointed' more than once."

Isabella raised her eyebrows. "You know...it's weird. Because he looks so...square."

Aly snorted and she nodded. "I know!"

"I guess that's what you get for being a priest..."

"Trust me though, Peter is no square. He'll try anything. And you know me. I'm...inventive."

"I don't know you like that, don't let that rumour get started!" Isabella laughed, but she leaned against Aly. "I do know you're a hellcat though. I remember William telling me you tied his trousers together when he came home late one day without telling you, and you'd been wondering where he was."

"Well he never forgot to ring again!" Aly laughed, remembering. "I do get a bit creative. I'm lucky to have someone who will go along with that. And not only that, but he's pretty creative himself. Peter is never boring. He's an incredible lover. I would sing his praises to everyone, but David gets all weird, considering Peter is his best friend. He says he doesn't want to think about his best friend wearing a gimp mask for his little sister. Which is something of an exaggeration, because there is no mask. There's a metal bikini thing...but no mask."

"Please tell me the bikini thing is for you..." Isabella looked up at Aly with fear in her eyes.

"I can safely say that it is, Izzy." Aly ruffled Isabella's hair. "You know...it's nice having you here, Izzy. I have Christina to be girly too, and there's Renee and Tasha. But it's different when it's family you grew up with." Aly was only ten years older than Isabella, and while Isabella had grown up in Spain, there had been plenty of visits over the years. "It's wonderful having you around."

Isabella grinned up at her cousin. "When I'm with you lot, I feel like I made the right choice. Not so much when I'm alone. It's easier being here. And asking you inappropriate questions about your sex-life is just a bonus. Or should I say, your sex-theme park...?"

"Oh my god! If you get me a 'you must be this tall to ride this woman' sign, I'm going to sit on you!" Aly cried, and then she watched with amusement as Isabella fell off the bed laughing.