Rating:

Mature

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

F/F

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationships:

Rose Landry/Original Female Character(s), Rose Landry & Svetlana Vetrova

Characters:

Rose Landry, Svetlana Vetrova, Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags:

5 Things, Sexual Experimentation, Straight Rose Landry

Language:

English

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Published: 2026-04-03 Words: 2,427 Chapters: 1/1

the point in being rich and beautiful

Summary

Clearly something about her says gay, given the number of gay men who have dated her, so maybe it's just a misdirected gaydar. One that keeps pinging “I like her” instead of “she's like me.”

Notes

I went back and forth so much on how to tag this

0

The thing about being Rose Landry is that it is not hard to find people to sleep with.

Finding people who don't want to sleep with her can be a bigger issue, but that's not her goal right now.

Her goal is to get laid. Ideally by a woman.

In fact, definitely by a woman. That's the whole point of this little endeavor. Clearly something about her says gay, given the number of gay men who have dated her, so maybe it's just a misdirected gaydar. One that keeps pinging “I like her” instead of “she's like me.”

And women are pretty. She loves women.

She's just not sure if she, you know. Loves women. 

But how better to figure that out than to test it? 

And how better to test it than to have sex with them?

1

Maya Percy is five-foot-eleven, built like Wonder Woman, and one of Rose’s favorite people to act with. Maya has “rescued” her at least once, been “rescued” by her another time (in that one, Maya's character had let herself be taken to infiltrate the villain's headquarters, which Maya's character hadn't known, leading to an oddly homoerotic argument that ended with Maya holding Rose against a wall with one hand while shooting a bad guy with her other hand), and been part of an all-female spy team with her in a third.

Maya does all of her own stunts and works out almost as much as Shane, but she is also kind and funny and unpretentious while still being eminently professional during shoots.

And she's a loud and proud lesbian.

“You don't have to do this,” Rose says, maybe for the third time, from where she's sitting perched on Maya's couch. Maya suggested doing this at her house so Rose can leave when she wants to, but right now Rose is kind of wishing for the comfort of familiarity instead. “I'm not going to be weird if you decide you don't want to sleep with me.”

“You're already being weird and we haven't even started,” Maya says with a laugh, but it's kind. She's sitting on the other end of the couch, but she stretched her foot out to tap Rose's dangling ankle. “There are no expectations here, Rose. I would not turn down the opportunity to be The Rose Landry’s big gay experiment, but I am not going into this thinking you're going to fall madly in love with me. We get as naked as you want, we play around, you cum a time or three, we cuddle. You like it, we might do it again. You don't, we don't.”

It sounds so easy when she says it like that. “Simple as that?”

“Simple as that.” Maya smiles at her, and she is very attractive.

Rose isn't sure if she's attracted to her, but she does recognize how attractive she is.

Does that count?

“First things first,” Maya says, “it's hard to have sex when you're that far away.”

Very true.

Rose strips off her shirt, then climbs over the couch to settle on Maya's lap. It's not that difficult from being on a guy's lap—more breasts, less bulge, but Maya's hands are warm when they settle on Rose's hips, and she laughs before Rose kisses her. 

“Tell me if I do anything you don't like,” Rose says against Maya's lips.

Still with laughter in her voice, Maya says, “I feel like that should be my line.”

Rose pulls away, but only so she can see Maya's face. She's perched a little awkwardly half off of Maya's legs, and she resettles to straddle her as she says, “At least you know what you're doing.”

Maya smiles at Rose, and Rose loves her smile. She's just not sure she loves her smile the way she loves men's smiles. “Look,” Maya says. “We're not doing anything kinky here. Pull my hair, don't bite my nipples, and everything else we can figure out. Penetration: helpful, necessary, unhelpful for orgasms?”

“Why would I bite your nipples?”

“Focus,” Maya says, rolling her eyes a little. “Penetration, yes or no for orgasms?”

Rose thinks about it, then wiggles her hand back and forth. “Can help, but I don't really need it.”

“Great. You like someone going down on you?”

Rose blushes, even though she's already sitting half-naked straddling her coworker. “Yes.”

Maya grins. “Even better. You want me to go down on you?”

Rose's face somehow burns even hotter at that, but she manages to say, “If you wouldn't mind.”

Maya laughs, surging up so before Rose can blink she's on her back on the couch, Maya on her hands and knees over her.

It's a really wide couch, Rose thinks wildly.

“Rose,” Maya says very earnestly, “there are few things in life I enjoy more than eating a woman out until my face is dripping. Let me show you?”

“Okay,” Rose says faintly, and Maya does.

–

At the end of it, Maya takes one look at her face and says, “Still straight, huh?”

“You’re very good at sex,” Rose says faintly.

“I know,” Maya says, patting Rose cheerfully on the stomach. “You’re not too bad yourself. Let me know if you ever want to try again.”

2

Rose’s next pick is Eunice Tong, one of the better streetwear models Rose knows, who modeled across from Rose in a shoot for a big Chinese streetwear brand in their attempt to break into the American market. Eunice isn’t out, but she’s not quite as closeted as Shane.

She’s a sharp sort of feminine, all angles and planes, and when she settles on Rose’s lap to kiss her it feels different from every other time Rose has ever had sex.

Rose settles careful hands on Eunice’s hips, not sure what to do with them. Where to put them.

She feels a little like she’s going to break Eunice if she grips her too hard. 

She doesn’t know how people have sex with people who are smaller than them. Eunice is just about her height, but she’s so thin, her hip bones sharp against Rose’s fingers.

Eunice is so beautiful, but Rose thinks she’s more beautiful with her clothes on. And then she feels bad for thinking it, because Eunice really is gorgeous.

“I want you to fuck me,” Eunice whispers in Rose’s ear. Her teeth graze Rose’s earlobe, the edge of her earring, and Rose shivers.

Rose fingers Eunice, then plays with her with a vibrator until Eunice gets off, and Eunice is wet and hot and shudders under Rose, and she understands intellectually how people like this, but it doesn’t do much for her.

She gets herself off at home using her own vibrator and her memory of being fucked by boyfriend number 3 (one of the straight ones), who liked to fuck up into her while she rode him until they both came.

Which could mean nothing.

3

The good thing about being a woman is that she can go out to dinner with any woman in the world and nobody will think they are hooking up unless they start having sex on the table, so the next woman she goes out with is someone she has her agent connect her with, because there are always people who are happy to provide the girlfriend experience, complete with an NDA, done in a way that carefully skirts around any sort of sex work laws.

Rose pays for dinner, she pays for drinks, she pays for the hotel room, maybe she gives the woman a gift because they’re going on a date, but she’s not technically paying her for sex.

The woman’s name is Julia, she’s a doctoral student at UCLA, and she’s curvy in a way that feels reassuring to Rose, because it means Rose probably won’t feel like she’s going to break her if she touches her.

She’s pretty, too, but in an idiosyncratic way, different from the beauty of most of the people Rose interacts with on a regular basis. Rose doesn’t like how much time she spends categorizing other women’s looks, but she’s not sure she knows a woman who doesn’t do that, at least not a little.

Julia’s makeup is light, fresh, more girl-next-door than looking-to-impress, which can be its own way of standing out. It doesn’t quite work on Julia, which Rose feels bad about recognizing, but once she does, she can’t stop noticing it.

It’s mostly Julia’s eyes, Rose decides. Julia has eyes that are a sort of normal brown, too light to look deep, too neutral to look amber. They need something to make them pop, but Julia’s makeup is just making them fade into her face.

“Not to sound like a bitch,” Rose says during a lull in conversation, before she can really think about it, “but I want to fix your makeup when we get back to my place.”

Julia blinks those brown eyes at Rose. “I’m sorry?” She sounds baffled.

Which is fair. Rose probably sounds like a crazy person.

Ah, well. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I want to fix your makeup. You’re not highlighting your best feature.”

Julia makes a face, then says, “My makeup goal is usually more around hiding my worst feature. But, I mean. It’s your time.”

Rose blinks at her. They’re in standard dark-as-fuck restaurant lighting, so maybe that explains it, but… “What’s your worst feature?”

“My nose,” Julia says like it’s obvious.

“What the fuck is bad about your nose?” Rose asks, reaching out to turn Julia’s head to one side so Rose can see its profile. There’s a little bit of a high arch, but it’s part of what makes Julia’s face interesting.

“I, ah—” Julia is very still under Rose’s fingers. “Nothing, I guess.”

“Look, you’re never going to be a model,” Rose says, then feels Julia flinch under her hand. “I’m so sorry,” she blurts out, yanking her hand away. “I sound like such a bitch. I meant more that the industry has a really narrow set of things it’s looking for, and you don’t fit that, but because you’re never going to be a model, you don’t need to worry about trying to make yourself look like that, because your livelihood doesn’t rely on it. Which is good! I sound like a crazy person. Sorry. We were having a better conversation before I got weird on you.”

“It’s fine,” Julia says after a moment. She chews on her lower lip. “I know I’m like an LA three.”

“Well that might be the stupidest thing you’ve said all night.” They’re both done with their dinner, so Rose waves over the nearest waitress to get the check. “You don’t do your makeup the most flattering way, and at this point I’ve gotten myself invested in fixing your makeup just so I can show you how pretty your eyes are, but you really are very pretty.”

Julia turns a lovely pink when she blushes.

Rose smears both of their lipstick when she kisses Julia, but they don’t have sex, which Rose really doesn’t mind.

4

Rose thinks maybe the lack of a dick is the problem, so she finds a trans woman to hook up with, which she physically enjoys well enough, but feels too weird about to want to try again.

On impulse, she texts Shane to ask if it makes her transphobic.

In hindsight, she shouldn’t be surprised to get back seven question marks and then, four hours later, an unrelated text about hockey.

5

Ilya Rozanov’s friend Svetlana is possibly the most beautiful woman Rose has ever met in her life, and she is a tremendous bitch, and Rose loves her immediately.

“You are a very good actress in very terrible movies,” Svetlana tells her ten minutes after they meet, and Rose laughs over Shane’s sputtering.

He really is so protective over her. It’s a bit darling, if entirely unnecessary. “They really are godawful, aren’t they?”

“I am sure you can get into better movies,” Svetlana tells her. She loops her arm around Rose’s and pulls her away from the boys, and Rose goes cheerfully with her, in part to get away from the increasing PDA that is happening between them but mostly because she just likes Svetlana.

They’re at Shane’s cottage, so away just means into nature, but Rose doesn’t mind, and Svetlana doesn’t seem to either.

Svetlana is in thin tailored pants and one of Ilya’s old Russia hockey jerseys, and it should look ridiculous on her given that about three of her would fit in the shirt, but instead it just looks chic and intentional.

Rose is in jeans and a sweatshirt, and for once she thinks she might actually feel outclassed.

She doesn’t really mind.

“I think I’m actually cursed,” she tells Svetlana. “I keep trying to get into good movies, and they all turn increasingly ridiculous as they go, until I’m being kidnapped. Again.”

“Ah,” Svetlana says with a smirk. “Like Hollander and his shit hockey team.”

“They’ve won multiple Cups,” Rose reminds her, though she’s not sure why she’s defending Montreal. The only person she actually cares about on it is Shane.

That smirk grows. “Hollander has won multiple Cups, and he has pulled his shit team along with him.”

“How about you?” Rose asks. “What do you do?”

Svetlana barks out a laugh. “Mostly I am rich and beautiful,” she says unselfconsciously. “And I sell ridiculous fancy cars to ridiculous rich people, so if you want a Bugatti, you let me know, Rose Landry.”

The name sounds sexier coming out of Svetlana’s mouth than it has being moaned in bed by most of Rose’s past boyfriends.

“I—” Rose is actually flustered now, which is not a feeling she has very often. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Svetlana says, like they’re signing some sort of contract.

And then she leans over and kisses Rose.

Svetlana might be the best kisser Rose has ever touched lips with, and this close all Rose can smell is her perfume, something feminine yet earthy, like she chose it just to fit in amongst the trees. Svetlana is warm and her lips are glossy and Rose can feel the press of their breasts against each other.

Then Svetlana pulls away and looks at her face and says, “Alas.”

“Sorry,” Rose says apologetically.

“Surrounded by people who want to fuck men,” Svetlana says mournfully, like it’s a real imposition. “What is the point in being rich and beautiful, then?”

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out,” Rose says, and Svetlana laughs.