Twice Two

The magical weekend came to an end, and Nymphia decided to follow Plane’s advice and stop counting on her help in the competition. However, she wasn’t the only one who chose to change her behavior. On the third day of filming, Nymphia once again started struggling. She needed to write a verse for an inspiring anthem, but apart from bananas, nothing came to her mind, and she didn’t even really like her runway look. For the first time, Plane also began to worry about her own place in the Race, unable to loosen up in the complicated choreography. Nymphia no longer mentioned immunity, remembering how it always turned out. ‘How do you feel?’ Plane asked gently, spending the last ten minutes before bed with her on the eve of the decisive day. ‘I’m worried, of course,’ Nymphia answered wearily, ‘but I’m not going to give up. We’re heading to the finale together.’ Nymphia smiled and pressed against Plane’s chest. Plane gently stroked her hair. ‘And you?’ Nymphia asked quietly, nuzzling into Plane’s chest. ‘I feel like tomorrow I’ll get negative critique for the first time.’ ‘Why?’ Nymphia asked in surprise, pulling away. ‘I’ll probably mess up the choreo, considering I have to dance next to a pro like you.’ Nymphia looked into her eyes with a sad smile. ‘You still have a chance to avoid the bottom…’ She didn’t want to bring up immunity again, but this time Nymphia wasn’t going to ask for it — she wanted to encourage Plane. ‘I remember, sister,’ Plane answered tenderly. ‘Tomorrow’s the last chance to use that damn bottle, and I’m not gonna waste it. I promise we won’t lipsync against each other. Only in the finale,’ she added, hugging Nymphia again. ‘I’ll fight in the lipsync to the very end,’ Nymphia said firmly, ‘but if suddenly…’ Nymphia lifted her head toward Plane, but Plane didn’t let her finish. ‘No ‘if,’‘ Plane pressed her finger to Nymphia’s lips, silencing her. ‘We’ll be together till the end. And if you decide to give up, I’ll never speak to you again. Plane Jane doesn’t hang out with losers.’ Nymphia wanted to protest indignantly, and Plane had to kiss her to shut her up.

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Nymphia realized this was the end. Everyone looked at her as the obvious candidate for elimination. She was even ashamed to look at Plane, so she didn’t see that Plane had no doubts about a good outcome. Before her performance, Nymphia had to beg Plane for immunity on camera, which upset her even more. The performance really did go poorly. Plane felt that no matter how confident and flawless she tried to seem, she couldn’t stay on top in this challenge. When Plane was asked about immunity, Nymphia’s heart sank. At that moment, she realized how badly she needed to win Drag Race. Plane hesitated — should she keep immunity for herself or give it to Nymphia? It was long past time to get rid of it. It had already driven them apart, and today could be the perfect chance to kill two birds with one stone — to get rid of the bottle and show how much Nymphia meant to her. What were the chances she’d have to lipsync if she shared it with Nymphia? There were others … ‘Plane Jane, this is your last chance before it expires. Do you wish to use your immunity portion tonight?’ Plane took a deep breath and slowly replied, ‘I would like to give the immunity portion to one of my sisters…’ Everyone on stage froze, and Nymphia, still unable to believe it, squeezed her eyes shut and tensed up inside. ‘…Nymphia Wind.’ Nymphia’s eyes flew open, and she froze. It sounded so unreal she thought it must be a dream. She’d hoped for Plane’s help so many times only to be disappointed, she didn’t know what else Plane might do. ‘Nymphia, do you accept Plane Jane’s gift of immunity?’ she heard Ru ask. ‘Yes, please,’ she replied confidently, reaching for the precious bottle. Plane touched her hand with both of hers and paused there for a moment. Nymphia looked into her eyes with gratitude and drank the contents. However disgusting it was, Nymphia felt incredibly happy. Plane received mixed critiques, but she still didn’t think she’d end up in the bottom two. It was her first bottom, unlike Mhi’ya, who, in her opinion, had overstayed her welcome. During Untucked, she tried not to look too long at Nymphia, who was about to burst with joy. Only when they were heading back on stage did Nymphia manage to grab her hand, pull her into a dark corner without cameras, whisper ‘Thank you’ into her ear, and kiss her on the cheek. Plane avoided the lipsync, and now she was proud everything had worked out just as she planned — a happy Nymphia and a satisfied Mama Ru. Even from a distance, she felt Nymphia’s excitement and her impatience to meet her at the hotel room door. And Plane herself couldn’t wait for the filming day to finally end. At last, they were alone. Nymphia still couldn’t get over the shock. She stared silently at Plane, who looked back at her with a slight smirk. ‘Baby, snap out of it,’ Plane said, flicking her on the tip of her nose. Nymphia flinched and pressed her back against the door. ‘Why do you look so serious?’ Plane asked gently, stroking her hair. ‘I still can’t believe you actually did that,’ Nymphia admitted, touching Plane’s chest with her fingertips. ‘Looks like we waited for the right moment,’ Plane said slowly, wrapping her arms around Nymphia’s neck. ‘And it all ended the way we wanted.’ ‘Why did you do it?’ Nymphia asked, looking straight into her eyes. ‘You wanted it yourself. You asked me so many times I lost count. And today the moment came.’ ‘You took a huge risk. Why did you do that?’ Plane stepped back, puzzled, and shrugged. ‘I don’t know. It just felt right… If I’d kept the immunity for myself and sent you to the bottom, I’d never forgive myself…’ ‘Because then you’d have to stop talking to a loser?’ Nymphia asked with a tremble. ‘Because I don’t want to see you suffer anymore, Nymphia,’ Plane answered, and Nymphia saw tears welling in her eyes. Nymphia herself could barely hold it in and was just breathing heavily. ‘It’s hard for me to imagine what I’d do if you hadn’t come into my life,’ Plane continued, ‘and I’d never want to change that.’ Nymphia saw a tear roll down Plane’s cheek and hurried to catch it with her finger. ‘Now you’re crying,’ Nymphia said, and she couldn’t hold back her own tears. They started wiping each other’s tears, which kept flowing endlessly. ‘Planey, are you confessing your love to me right now?’ Nymphia asked through tears. ‘Don’t get cocky, Miss Banana,’ Plane answered with a trembling voice, eyes closed. ‘You’re such a brat,’ Nymphia sniffled. ‘You started this talk, so finish it already.’ ‘I don’t know how this will end,’ Plane said quietly, ‘but while we’re here, I want to love you.’ Nymphia happily wrapped her arms around her neck and said, ‘It’s so hard to get real words out of you. I could’ve just said right away how much I love you, sister!’ Plane protested, pinning her against the wall, ‘That’s not fair! I can say ‘sister’ too.’ ‘Alright,’ Nymphia whispered, moving closer to her face. ‘Planey, I’ve loved you for a long time.’ ‘I know,’ Plane blurted out. ‘Heeey,’ Nymphia whined, smacking her back. ‘I don’t wanna say goodbye,’ Plane said when their ten minutes together were almost up. ‘Tomorrow’s another challenge, and we’re already so drained.’ Nymphia gave her a tired smile and said, ‘At least the weekend’s almost here. Do we have any kind of deals, like before?’ ‘No way,’ Plane answered stubbornly, folding her arms across her chest. ‘Our last deal didn’t lead to anything good.’ ‘Not at all?’ Nymphia asked pitifully. ‘Didn’t you like the way I served you?’ ‘Nymphia, I don’t want you serving me,’ Plane said indignantly. ‘Oh sure,’ Nymphia cut in sarcastically. ‘You just didn’t like crawling in front of me on your knees.’ Plane lifted her eyes to the ceiling, lost in thought. Her reaction amused Nymphia, and she exclaimed, ‘Well yeah, but I liked it!’ ‘Baby, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’ve still got two days till the weekend, and who knows what might happen by then?’ ‘But now I’ll feel more confident, because I have someone by my side who loves me!’ Nymphia practically shouted the last words, so Plane had to cover her mouth with her hand. Nymphia grumbled in protest and, when she pulled her hand away, sulked, ‘You really love shutting me up! And you complain about my knees!’ ‘I love your knees,’ Plane reassured her, ‘but sometimes your yelling gets out of control, and it could ruin us. Anyway, I don’t know what the next two days will bring, but we need to keep working hard for our finale. And on the weekend, we’ll spend time however it turns out.’ ‘Can Mirage finally hang out with us too?’ Nymphia asked pitifully. Plane looked at her suspiciously. ‘Why do you care so much about her?’ she asked with a strange tone. ‘She’s really lonely. She’s already upset that I keep brushing her off,’ Nymphia said with a sorrowful face. ‘She’s not the only one eliminated,’ Plane protested. ‘But she wants to hang out with us. You yourself said: however it turns out. If she comes, then we’ll have fun together.’ ‘Fine,’ Plane grumbled and decided it was time to say goodbye. ‘See you tomorrow,’ Nymphia whispered, letting go of her hands. ‘I’ll be waiting,’ Plane whispered back and walked down the hallway without looking back.

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Surprisingly, the time until the weekend flew by. And though Nymphia was worried again about having to improvise and entertain the audience, both Plane and Nymphia got high praise from the judges. These were the last weekends before the final challenges, so they felt very different from the previous ones. Plane finally got some sleep. She tidied herself up, ate well, and decided that today it was her turn to visit Nymphia. Taking a cake kindly brought by an assistant, she went down to the fourth floor, ran her hand through her thick hair, and knocked on the door with importance. There was the sound of joyful footsteps, and Nymphia’s excited face appeared. ‘I thought you weren’t coming!’ she exclaimed, grabbing Plane by the hand and dragging her into the room. Plane was surprised by her energy and nearly tripped over the now-familiar bag lying in the middle of the room. She was about to pick it up when she caught a glimpse of Mirage sprawled on Nymphia’s bed. Plane slowly straightened and asked, trying to hide her irritation, ‘Girls’ night already in full swing?’ ‘We haven’t even started — we were waiting for you,’ Nymphia said playfully. ‘I see you didn’t come empty-handed.’ Plane shoved the cake at her and stormed into the bathroom. ‘What’s with her?’ Mirage asked in confusion. ‘I don’t know,’ Nymphia shrugged, starting to unwrap the cake. ‘She can be rough sometimes.’ ‘I remember…’ Mirage said, getting off the bed to help. ‘Planey, thanks for the cake,’ Nymphia said, ‘but there’s a problem.’ ‘What is it?’ Plane came back. ‘You suddenly went on a diet?’ ‘Planey, what’s with you today?’ Nymphia exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips. ‘You come over and act all cranky! If you don’t like it, go back to your room — but I won’t let you touch it! I mean, the cake.’ Plane, shocked by the attack, raised her hands in defeat and said, ‘Alright, I’ll shut up. So what’s the problem, baby?’ Nymphia sighed and tossed the cake box lid aside. ‘Nothing to cut it with!’ ‘Nymphia, don’t you have some spoons over there?’ Mirage pointed at the table. ‘They were there… until they weren’t,’ Plane muttered, starting to dig through the mess. While she was rummaging, Mirage found three plates, brushed pizza crumbs off them, and proudly placed them on the little table. Finally, Plane found the poor spoons, and Nymphia and Mirage let out a cheer. Plane stared in disbelief at how the girls were digging into the cake with spoons and piling pieces onto half-dirty plates. ‘Is it boozle-free?’ Mirage suddenly exclaimed. ‘Here she goes again,’ Plane rolled her eyes. ‘So what are we drinking?’ ‘We could have soda,’ Mirage said casually. Nymphia shrugged, and Plane protested, ‘Ugh, that’s disgusting! Who eats cake with soda?’ ‘If you’ve got a better idea, I’m waiting,’ Nymphia pouted. ‘I don’t know if you’ve heard of tea, but that’s what we drink at home with cake.’ ‘Well, when you invite me to your place, we’ll try your miracle drink,’ Nymphia said coyly, then commanded. ‘But right now we drink what we’ve got!’ Nymphia handed her a plate with a chunk of cake. Plane took it reluctantly and chewed with a sulky look. ‘Their miracle drink is vodka,’ Mirage said cheerfully. ‘Invite me too! You probably have a whole cellar of it.’ Plane rolled her eyes again and decided not to reply. Nymphia chuckled and handed her a bottle of mineral water. Plane took it silently and realized she didn’t really have much appetite. After the first slice, Mirage flopped back onto the bed, sipping soda. Nymphia glanced at sulky Plane and plopped down beside Mirage. ‘By the way, our Plane Jane almost ended up in the bottom two,’ she said slyly, resting her head on her friend’s shoulder. ‘Why bring that up?’ Plane snapped. ‘You almost pissed yourself with fear.’ ‘That’s true,’ Nymphia agreed, looking up at Mirage. ‘But the long-awaited moment finally came!’ ‘You finally used your immunity?’ Mirage asked, shocked. ‘Nope,’ Nymphia said mysteriously. ‘Plane decided to save me and gave it to me.’ ‘I don’t need immunity to get to the finale, baby. You know that,’ Plane said in her usual manner. ‘And it was about time to get rid of that crap anyway. If Mirage needed it, I’d have given it to her.’ Nymphia teased, ‘But you didn’t.’ Plane had no answer and only frowned awkwardly. Suddenly Nymphia jumped up, climbed onto Plane’s lap, and wrapped her arms around her neck. ‘You love me so much you’d give me your crown. But the chance of you getting it isn’t that big.’ Plane was about to protest, already mumbling, but Mirage cut in, ‘Should I leave you two alone?’ Nymphia quickly slid off Plane’s lap, went back to the bed, and hugged Mirage’s arm. ‘No way! This isn’t a date!’ Plane realized arguing with Nymphia was useless. The more she teased, the worse it got, so Plane just gave up and wondered why she was so mad at her. Nymphia kept chattering, resting her head on Mirage’s shoulder, sometimes sipping her soda from her can. Plane knew Mirage was just a friend, but she still didn’t want Nymphia being so close to anyone else. Nymphia saw how Plane’s eyes flicked between her and Mirage, frowning. It wasn’t enough for her to hear Plane’s earlier confession — she wanted Plane to truly understand what she meant to her. But she had to be careful not to push her too far. She noticed Plane gradually relaxing, though her gaze lingered whenever Nymphia nuzzled against Mirage. By evening, conversation topics had run out, and Nymphia saw how Plane was bursting to be alone with her and say everything on her mind. Nymphia suggested Mirage take a few spoons of cake to go, but she politely refused and left, realizing something private was about to happen. When the door closed behind Mirage, Plane put her hands on her hips and asked angrily, ‘What was that about?’ Nymphia crossed her arms and said, ‘What didn’t you like? It was a nice day, wasn’t it?’ Plane started pacing irritably. ‘Why were you all over Mirage?’ ‘Planey, what are you talking about?’ she asked innocently. ‘We were just chatting.’ Plane threw up her hands, ‘Really?!’ ‘Why are you so mad?’ Nymphia asked softly, walking over and putting her hands on her shoulders. ‘Were you upset I let her lie on our — I mean, my bed?’ ‘She can lie there, I don’t care! She’s already spent a night there once. Why did you snuggle up to her?’ ‘That’s funny!’ Nymphia exclaimed dramatically. ‘It’s my bed, and I can lie on it whenever I want. Just tell me what you really think.’ Plane wrapped her arms around her waist and looked into her eyes. ‘I don’t wanna share you with anyone,’ she said firmly. ‘It hurts to see you lying on someone else’s shoulder, especially when you’re putting someone else’s things in your mouth!’ Nymphia burst out laughing and pressed against Plane’s chest. ‘I promise, my mouth will only be busy with what you give me. As long as you tell me how much you love me.’ Plane sighed in annoyance and muttered, ‘Fine. Nymphia Wind, I guess I love you.’ Nymphia lit up and kissed her passionately. Plane kissed back tenderly, pulling her closer. When they finally broke apart, Plane smiled and said, ‘Ready to keep your promise?’ Nymphia nodded eagerly and was about to kneel, but Plane grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bed. ‘Not yet,’ she whispered, brushing her lips over Nymphia’s shoulder before stepping to the table with the cake remains. Nymphia sat on the bed, watching curiously. Plane picked up the plate of ruined cake and set it on the mattress. She dug her fingers into the creamy mess. ‘Did you think I just brought it to eat?’ Nymphia swallowed hungrily. Before Plane could even reach out, Nymphia grabbed her wrist and licked her sticky fingers eagerly. Her loud smacking drove Plane crazy, while her other hand caressed Nymphia’s face and hair. Nymphia wanted more contact too, so her free hand quickly found Plane’s cock, stroking it through her light pants. Once the fingers were thoroughly licked clean and their cocks were hard enough, they stripped each other quickly and lay together on the bed. Plane reached for the cake again, but Nymphia pushed her onto her back and slid between her legs. ‘Nothing could be sweeter than you,’ Nymphia said, running her tongue along her shaft. Plane closed her eyes and smiled, ‘Just don’t get too carried away. I’ve still got plans for you.’ Nymphia hummed, wrapped her lips around the tip, and sucked, savoring it. One hand slid over Plane’s thigh and stomach, the other teased her balls. Plane moaned and squirmed with arousal. Nymphia lifted her head to catch her breath. Her shining eyes met Plane’s burning gaze. Her lips and chin glistened. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Nymphia said, ‘I’ve missed the taste of your cock, Planey.’ Plane sat up sharply and kissed her hard. Still holding her close, Plane gently laid her on her back and covered her neck with kisses. Nymphia melted under the touch, then suddenly exclaimed, ‘We still have cake!’ Plane laughed, handed her the plate, barely keeping a straight face. She knew exactly what Nymphia wanted, but wasn’t sure if she could stay in the mood. Nymphia, however, had no shame — she smeared whipped cream all over herself. She could’ve done it seductively, teasing Plane with lustful looks. But instead, like a kid, she gleefully slathered herself in cream, lost in the process. Plane watched fondly, realizing this unfiltered girl was exactly the one she’d fallen for. The ruined cake only covered Nymphia’s torso. Not at all upset, she tossed the plate onto the floor mess, lay on her back, spread her arms, and declared happily, ‘I’m ready!’ Plane stifled a laugh and leaned over her, bracing on her elbows. She picked up where she left off: kissing her neck, sucking gently, tickling her with her tongue. Then she went lower, following the cream trails. She licked them clean, swallowed with delight, then covered the same paths with quick kisses. She gave special attention to her nipples, circling them with her tongue and nibbling lightly. Nymphia moaned loudly and writhed, but Plane somehow kept her pinned. Reaching her cock, Plane wrapped her hand tightly around it, stroking slowly. She licked her lips and growled, ‘I’ve missed your sweet banana, Nymphia.’ Another moan answered, and Plane hungrily sucked the tip, teasing with her tongue while stroking the shaft. Nymphia clawed at the sheets, squirming desperately. Plane finally pulled away, lifted Nymphia’s legs onto her shoulders, spat generously into her palm, and started loosening her hole with practiced moves. ‘I need your little bag, baby.’ Nymphia reached under the pillow and pulled out a fresh tube of lube. Plane accepted it with a gallant kiss on her hand. ‘Plane, please, hurry,’ Nymphia moaned, locking her legs around her and pulling her closer. Plane lubed everything well and leaned over her face. Her cock pressed at the entrance, and Nymphia gasped. Plane placed a hand on Nymphia’s shaft, looked into her eyes, and said, ‘I love you, Nymphia.’ Then slid inside. The position was perfect, thanks to Nymphia’s flexibility. They kissed, barely parting to breathe. Plane moved faster, stroking her at the same time. Nymphia yielded, moving her hips in sync. Nymphia’s cum already spilled over Plane’s hand when Plane thrust hard a few more times and collapsed onto her in bliss. They stayed tangled together when Nymphia whispered in her ear, ‘And I love you too, Plane.’