Jesse's Little Secret
Jesse stared at the dull grey sky out the window and gave the deepest sigh of her life. Why
did things have to be so complicated? Why couldn't she lead a normal life, settle down with a
husband and a couple of kids and have a nice, respectable office job? She'd never truly been cut
out for that, though. As far back as she could remember she'd wanted to be special in some way.
Her childhood had been hard and she had always wished for things to be different. Her strong
craving of wealth and power had led to her joining Team Rocket, but somewhere along the way
her plans had gone horribly wrong.
She was a failure. Plain and simple.
Looking back, it hadn't always been that way. She wished she could turn back the clock
and start her training all over again. Things had been so different when she'd first joined up. Hell,
she'd consistently been at the top of the class in every aspect of Team Rocket life. She'd been
such a free spirit back then. Taken risks and let her instinct rule over her common sense. She used
to have such enormous curiosity. Where was that now? Then again, it was her curiosity which led
to the trouble.
She glanced across the small room in which they'd taken shelter for the night. This was
the same company she'd had day after day for the last couple of years. A self-obsessed cross-
dresser and a walking, talking freak Meowth. Was she doomed to spend the rest of her life with
them as well?
She watched James as he used up the last of her favourite eye shadow without even asking
and admired himself in the mirror. Jesse had always known about his sexuality. Just because he'd
never come straight out and said it to her face didn't mean it wasn't blatantly clear to see. It wasn't
just the cross dressing or his mannerisms, it was the way he watched the men they encountered
while never giving the girls a second glance. Not even her. Which was just as well. Inter-team
relationships could only lead to trouble.
They were friends, of course. Close friends even, but that was as far as it would ever go.
Jesse could talk to him in the way she would to a woman; discuss make up and hair care with him,
give each other fashion advice. But it all seemed so shallow. There was a barrier which stopped
her opening up to him about other things. Deeper things.
"Oh, James," she sighed to herself, "why can't you see you're not the only one with a
secret?"
It was a time of her life which she thought was dead and buried. If she'd known it would
reappear then she might have tried to find a way to tell him before. The last thing she'd expected
was that face from the past to return.
She cringed as she remembered how close she had come to losing her secrecy the day two
Team Rocket groups had met. The look in Cassidy's eyes had almost given it away on the spot as
she remarked slyly how it had been a while since they'd last met. Jesse wished they'd never met at
all.
***%***
She still remembered the day the girl with the striking yellowy-orangey hair had singled
her out from all the new recruits to take under her wing. Jesse had felt like Cassidy's pet project at
first.
'We'll be good together,' she'd told Jesse over and over, 'just you wait and see. Team
Rocket will never have a pair better than us.'
Cassidy was a very intense person. That was the only way to describe her. It was easy to
get drawn into her excitement and to end up following her to the ends of the earth just to see what
would come next. Jesse was unable to resist her. She clung to her every word. Although not much
older than Jesse herself, Cassidy seemed worldly-wise and knew something about everything.
The night they'd passed their first round of training exams was the first time Cassidy
kissed her. The excitement was electrifying that night and so were Cassidy's eyes. From the
moment she'd greeted her that day Jesse could sense something was burning there, something just
out of reach. It grew inside her all evening until she broke away from the mass-Rocket celebration
just before midnight and grabbed Jesse's wrist.
"Come with me," she'd whispered.
"Come where?"
"Up," was all Cassidy said.
She pulled the naive red haired beauty up a couple of flights of stairs and led her onto the
roof. A breathtaking sight greeted them both. A city of tiny lights stretching across the world as
far as the eye could see.
"It's beautiful," breathed Jesse.
"Not as beautiful as you," whispered Cassidy.
The traffic down below had taken the edge from her hushed words and Jesse believed
she'd caught them wrongly.
"Hmm?" she said as she turned back to her mentor.
Cassidy's fingers rose slowly and brushed her cheek. The sensation took Jesse by surprise
and although it felt strange she couldn't bring herself to pull away.
"You're beautiful, girl," Cassidy told her, "just remember that."
"Cass? I don't get it," Jesse frowned.
Cassidy pushed the soft flesh of her lips against Jesse's and held them there until she
could feel Jesse twitching. Then she sucked gently for a moment until she knew for sure Jesse
wouldn't pull away and slipped her tongue firmly in past her beauty's lips. Jesse had never been
kissed before. As much as she hated to admit it she had never felt the pressure of another's lips
against her own. A shudder burst through her body, sending tingles down her spine and along her
arms. Something inside her head reminded her this was wrong, but something in her heart changed
the tingle in her arms to pure energy and before she could stop herself she'd brought her hands up
to touch the face of this girl who kissed her so beautifully. They sat awkwardly against her skin
and rested there, perfectly still, until Cassidy's mouth slowly parted from her own.
"Do you get it now?!" Cassidy asked, bearing the strong smile Jesse had been captivated
by so many times before.
"This is so wrong," Jesse whispered. Her tongue ran around her lips and brushed against
the taste of Cassidy's lipstick transferred to her own, blushing face. She roughly wiped her mouth
against her sleeve so no one could see the traces of pink and turned awkwardly away. A hand
rested on her shoulder and the tingle returned.
"Just because it's not conventional doesn't mean it's wrong," Cassidy's voice drifted into
her ear, "it's only wrong if it's not what you want." She paused, giving Jesse a moment to reflect.
"Is it?"
Jesse was shivering by now. It might have been from the chill wind circling their bodies
or it might have been from the uncertainty surrounding this change of events.
"Is it what?" she whispered, knowing full well what the answer would be but deciding
anything that bought her more time was worth a try.
"Is it what you want?" Cassidy confirmed. Her fingers traced a line down Jesse's back
and Jesse's shivers became visible. Her eyes stayed firmly fixed on the many tiny lights ahead of
her while she struggled to find a reply.
"I don't know," she whispered. She was shocked at how much her voice shook with each
and every word.
"Yes you do," Cassidy whispered.
Jesse felt the hand slip naturally from her back to just below her right breast. She breathed
in sharply and tried to keep her cool but it was impossible in the face of such confusion. The hand
began to massage her soft, young flesh through the rough material of her uniform and forced her
nipple into becoming hard and erect. What was happening to her? Why wasn't she moving? Why
couldn't she just tell Cassidy to stop?
"Go with it, Jess," Cassidy whispered.
Jesse's mind echoed the command as warm breath tickled her ear. Somewhere between
the surprise and her belief that this was wrong, she'd lost a bit of the fear and let it be replaced by
enjoyment. While lost in thought she felt Cassidy's hand slip underneath her top and now it was
soft flesh that she felt against her. In an instance of bravery she clasped her own hand over
Cassidy's and pressed it firmly into her body. Her eyes closed as a buzz rose from somewhere
deep inside her and shot through every inch of her.
It was a situation simply impossible to resist.
She was going to go with it.
Just this once.
***%***
Jesse found herself shaken back into the real world courtesy of Meowth's claws taking a
short journey across her face. She screamed as loud as her voice could manage and threw the
mangy cat to the floor.
"What did you do that for, Meowth?!" she cried angrily.
"While you're busy staring into space, make up-boy there is stealing all the pizza!" cried
Meowth.
Jesse eyed him crossly but didn't say a word. It wasn't as though she even cared. She
wasn't hungry anyway. She gave him a swift kick to make sure he wouldn't be bothering her again
and then returned her gaze to the darkening sky outside. Her mind slipped back into her last train
of thought. Cassidy. She went over and over her regret at the relationship they'd started on that
weird and wonderful night, but the more she thought the more she found that particular regret was
replaced by regret for the ending of it.
She remembered how viciously their passion had drawn to a close. She'd never meant to
hurt Cassidy. Hell, that was the last thing she wanted, but things spiraled so completely out of her
control that she grew scared. She was falling in love with Cassidy, but for Cassidy it had grown
into obsession. She could hardly eat or sleep without her watching every move.
It was endearing at first. No one had ever truly taken care of Jesse before but to Cassidy
she meant the world and she was treated as such. They could sit and talk for hours together about
any subject under the sun, they knew no one could hurt them while they stuck together, and as for
the sex - well, that was simply fantastic. Jesse had wondered initially if it was even possible for
women to get any pleasure out of being together. Cassidy proved that to her within seconds.
In many ways it was a far more complete form of love than heterosexual sex. Every tiny
movement was important and lapped up in a wash of passion. When Jesse closed her eyes she
could still imagine the feel of her fingers tracing a line across her body, down from her neck,
across her hot and clammy chest, then down to her belly-button and finally slipping down to her
most intimate area where they rubbed back and forth faster and faster, exciting Jesse in the space
of a heartbeat.
She could still remember the first time they'd spent the night together, just a few short
days after their rooftop moment of passion. No one had explored Jesse's body before. No one had
peeled away her uniform and laid her down on the bed, touched her all over and caressed her
curves the way Cassidy did that night. She let Cassidy take full control, seeming as she did to
know just what to do. Jesse recalled every moment of that first time as she continued to gaze at the
growing darkness. She remembered Cassidy's gentle kisses, spreading from her neck to her chest
and crossing from one nipple to the other, leaving them erect and solid before her mouth
continued down to where her fingers had already explored.
Jesse flinched as she recalled how good it made her feel. How complete and satisfied
making love to Cassidy left her. She flinched from the pain of knowing how suddenly the end had
come in their relationship. Cassidy's strength had rubbed off on Jesse as time went by and Jesse
began to resent the attention Cassidy devoted purely to her. She began to feel as though she was a
prisoner of her own love; too strong to stay in the shadow of her lover but too weak to break
away.
Over time Cassidy's attention turned into jealousy. Talking to anyone else became
impossible as Jesse grew to fear the wrath of Cassidy's temper. Rows became more frequent and
the pair were constantly in trouble for disrupting Team Rocket's training programme with their
disagreements. The bad times had started to overshadow the good and as Jesse began to fall out of
love she remembered that until Cassidy had taken her by surprise that night she had actually liked
men and never thought sexually about a woman in her life before. Had she really ever been in love
with Cassidy at all? Or was she just curious and confused? Sometimes it can be very easy to
mistake admiration for something deeper after all. Had she just become swept up in the
excitement and been too weak to stay out of a situation she wasn't sure of? Could it be that now
she was stronger she finally felt ready to leave the relationship which was starting to make her
desperately unhappy?
It was the night of the 'End of Training' party that things ended for good. Cassidy had
gone for punch and returned to find Jesse dancing with someone else. A boy! Jesse had done that
on purpose, to push her to the limit, so much had her resentment grown. Cassidy's jealousy flared
up in one vicious attack and Jesse had been left with a scratched face, bleeding alone on the dance
floor. She remained in tears all night, sobbing until she could only hiccup for breath and until her
face became so puffy it barely felt like a part of her any more.
The next morning Jesse had been assigned to James and Meowth for her first assignment.
She'd known James from Pokémon tech but hadn't seen him at all during her training and the
reunion was pleasant even if it didn't quite take her failed relationship off her mind. Time went by
and they became too absorbed in catching Pikachu to think about anything else, until one day
Jesse found herself face to face with her old flame.
It made Jesse's blood boil when she thought about Cassidy's little display of unity with
Butch. Were they an item now? Was Cassidy flaunting her sudden heterosexuality in Jesse's face?
Or was that just what she wanted her to think. After all, a lot of people would argue that if it
wasn't for James's love of cross dressing the two of them could easily pass for a couple
themselves.
"Appearances can be deceptive," she whispered to herself. Everyone put on an act
sometimes, after all - just like the way she'd made out she hated Cassidy with all her might. If she
hated her then why would she be feeling so very low right now, and have so many regrets about
the life they didn't have together?!
She cursed herself for dreaming of Cassidy touching her again. It was a thought never far
from her mind these days and it was driving her crazy. She couldn't even bear the thought of a
man coming close to touching her in the places Cassidy had made her own. If only she'd known
this was what she truly wanted all that time ago.
"James?" she said quietly. She got to her feet and walked slowly across to her team mate
as he examined his latest make up techniques. "James, can I talk to you?"
"Jesse, do you have any eye liner to go with the shadow I borrowed?" James asked
hopefully.
"No," said Jesse, "listen.... it's about Cassidy."
"You think she might have some eye liner?"
Jesse slapped his made-up face hard and scowled like a mad woman.
"You fool," she snapped, "this is serious."
"So's my make-up crisis!" blubbed James.
Jesse flicked her hair over her shoulder and turned her back on him.
"I should have known better than to think I could talk to you about this," she hissed.
James watched her walk away with wounded eyes.
"I'm sorry, Jess," he said, "I didn't realize it was something important."
"It doesn't matter," Jesse said quietly, her feet shuffling further toward the door.
"Wait, come back," frowned James, "what did you want to talk about?"
Jesse gave him the briefest glance over her shoulder and started sadly at him.
"It's alright," she whispered, "It's not you I should be speaking to about it, anyway."
James could only watch in confusion as Jesse left the small building and headed into the
cold night air where darkness had fallen sometime in the middle of her mixed-up thoughts.
***%***
Jesse hugged herself to keep warm as she trudged along. She knew it was a fair old way to
go, but if she carried on at the pace she was walking she could get there by morning. It had taken
her a long time to get up the nerve to do it but she finally felt ready to confront Cassidy. It was the
only thing she'd thought about since she'd reappeared in her life without warning and shaken her
emotions as violently as she had that night up on the roof.
Things would be different now, Jesse was the strong one. Cassidy would have to listen to
her this time and hang on every word she said to her. And this time it would be Jesse who kissed
her first. She hoped to God that Cassidy would be too weak to fight back. Otherwise she would be
left broken hearted by her for the second time in a lifetime.
Jesse stared at the dull grey sky out the window and gave the deepest sigh of her life. Why
did things have to be so complicated? Why couldn't she lead a normal life, settle down with a
husband and a couple of kids and have a nice, respectable office job? She'd never truly been cut
out for that, though. As far back as she could remember she'd wanted to be special in some way.
Her childhood had been hard and she had always wished for things to be different. Her strong
craving of wealth and power had led to her joining Team Rocket, but somewhere along the way
her plans had gone horribly wrong.
She was a failure. Plain and simple.
Looking back, it hadn't always been that way. She wished she could turn back the clock
and start her training all over again. Things had been so different when she'd first joined up. Hell,
she'd consistently been at the top of the class in every aspect of Team Rocket life. She'd been
such a free spirit back then. Taken risks and let her instinct rule over her common sense. She used
to have such enormous curiosity. Where was that now? Then again, it was her curiosity which led
to the trouble.
She glanced across the small room in which they'd taken shelter for the night. This was
the same company she'd had day after day for the last couple of years. A self-obsessed cross-
dresser and a walking, talking freak Meowth. Was she doomed to spend the rest of her life with
them as well?
She watched James as he used up the last of her favourite eye shadow without even asking
and admired himself in the mirror. Jesse had always known about his sexuality. Just because he'd
never come straight out and said it to her face didn't mean it wasn't blatantly clear to see. It wasn't
just the cross dressing or his mannerisms, it was the way he watched the men they encountered
while never giving the girls a second glance. Not even her. Which was just as well. Inter-team
relationships could only lead to trouble.
They were friends, of course. Close friends even, but that was as far as it would ever go.
Jesse could talk to him in the way she would to a woman; discuss make up and hair care with him,
give each other fashion advice. But it all seemed so shallow. There was a barrier which stopped
her opening up to him about other things. Deeper things.
"Oh, James," she sighed to herself, "why can't you see you're not the only one with a
secret?"
It was a time of her life which she thought was dead and buried. If she'd known it would
reappear then she might have tried to find a way to tell him before. The last thing she'd expected
was that face from the past to return.
She cringed as she remembered how close she had come to losing her secrecy the day two
Team Rocket groups had met. The look in Cassidy's eyes had almost given it away on the spot as
she remarked slyly how it had been a while since they'd last met. Jesse wished they'd never met at
all.
***%***
She still remembered the day the girl with the striking yellowy-orangey hair had singled
her out from all the new recruits to take under her wing. Jesse had felt like Cassidy's pet project at
first.
'We'll be good together,' she'd told Jesse over and over, 'just you wait and see. Team
Rocket will never have a pair better than us.'
Cassidy was a very intense person. That was the only way to describe her. It was easy to
get drawn into her excitement and to end up following her to the ends of the earth just to see what
would come next. Jesse was unable to resist her. She clung to her every word. Although not much
older than Jesse herself, Cassidy seemed worldly-wise and knew something about everything.
The night they'd passed their first round of training exams was the first time Cassidy
kissed her. The excitement was electrifying that night and so were Cassidy's eyes. From the
moment she'd greeted her that day Jesse could sense something was burning there, something just
out of reach. It grew inside her all evening until she broke away from the mass-Rocket celebration
just before midnight and grabbed Jesse's wrist.
"Come with me," she'd whispered.
"Come where?"
"Up," was all Cassidy said.
She pulled the naive red haired beauty up a couple of flights of stairs and led her onto the
roof. A breathtaking sight greeted them both. A city of tiny lights stretching across the world as
far as the eye could see.
"It's beautiful," breathed Jesse.
"Not as beautiful as you," whispered Cassidy.
The traffic down below had taken the edge from her hushed words and Jesse believed
she'd caught them wrongly.
"Hmm?" she said as she turned back to her mentor.
Cassidy's fingers rose slowly and brushed her cheek. The sensation took Jesse by surprise
and although it felt strange she couldn't bring herself to pull away.
"You're beautiful, girl," Cassidy told her, "just remember that."
"Cass? I don't get it," Jesse frowned.
Cassidy pushed the soft flesh of her lips against Jesse's and held them there until she
could feel Jesse twitching. Then she sucked gently for a moment until she knew for sure Jesse
wouldn't pull away and slipped her tongue firmly in past her beauty's lips. Jesse had never been
kissed before. As much as she hated to admit it she had never felt the pressure of another's lips
against her own. A shudder burst through her body, sending tingles down her spine and along her
arms. Something inside her head reminded her this was wrong, but something in her heart changed
the tingle in her arms to pure energy and before she could stop herself she'd brought her hands up
to touch the face of this girl who kissed her so beautifully. They sat awkwardly against her skin
and rested there, perfectly still, until Cassidy's mouth slowly parted from her own.
"Do you get it now?!" Cassidy asked, bearing the strong smile Jesse had been captivated
by so many times before.
"This is so wrong," Jesse whispered. Her tongue ran around her lips and brushed against
the taste of Cassidy's lipstick transferred to her own, blushing face. She roughly wiped her mouth
against her sleeve so no one could see the traces of pink and turned awkwardly away. A hand
rested on her shoulder and the tingle returned.
"Just because it's not conventional doesn't mean it's wrong," Cassidy's voice drifted into
her ear, "it's only wrong if it's not what you want." She paused, giving Jesse a moment to reflect.
"Is it?"
Jesse was shivering by now. It might have been from the chill wind circling their bodies
or it might have been from the uncertainty surrounding this change of events.
"Is it what?" she whispered, knowing full well what the answer would be but deciding
anything that bought her more time was worth a try.
"Is it what you want?" Cassidy confirmed. Her fingers traced a line down Jesse's back
and Jesse's shivers became visible. Her eyes stayed firmly fixed on the many tiny lights ahead of
her while she struggled to find a reply.
"I don't know," she whispered. She was shocked at how much her voice shook with each
and every word.
"Yes you do," Cassidy whispered.
Jesse felt the hand slip naturally from her back to just below her right breast. She breathed
in sharply and tried to keep her cool but it was impossible in the face of such confusion. The hand
began to massage her soft, young flesh through the rough material of her uniform and forced her
nipple into becoming hard and erect. What was happening to her? Why wasn't she moving? Why
couldn't she just tell Cassidy to stop?
"Go with it, Jess," Cassidy whispered.
Jesse's mind echoed the command as warm breath tickled her ear. Somewhere between
the surprise and her belief that this was wrong, she'd lost a bit of the fear and let it be replaced by
enjoyment. While lost in thought she felt Cassidy's hand slip underneath her top and now it was
soft flesh that she felt against her. In an instance of bravery she clasped her own hand over
Cassidy's and pressed it firmly into her body. Her eyes closed as a buzz rose from somewhere
deep inside her and shot through every inch of her.
It was a situation simply impossible to resist.
She was going to go with it.
Just this once.
***%***
Jesse found herself shaken back into the real world courtesy of Meowth's claws taking a
short journey across her face. She screamed as loud as her voice could manage and threw the
mangy cat to the floor.
"What did you do that for, Meowth?!" she cried angrily.
"While you're busy staring into space, make up-boy there is stealing all the pizza!" cried
Meowth.
Jesse eyed him crossly but didn't say a word. It wasn't as though she even cared. She
wasn't hungry anyway. She gave him a swift kick to make sure he wouldn't be bothering her again
and then returned her gaze to the darkening sky outside. Her mind slipped back into her last train
of thought. Cassidy. She went over and over her regret at the relationship they'd started on that
weird and wonderful night, but the more she thought the more she found that particular regret was
replaced by regret for the ending of it.
She remembered how viciously their passion had drawn to a close. She'd never meant to
hurt Cassidy. Hell, that was the last thing she wanted, but things spiraled so completely out of her
control that she grew scared. She was falling in love with Cassidy, but for Cassidy it had grown
into obsession. She could hardly eat or sleep without her watching every move.
It was endearing at first. No one had ever truly taken care of Jesse before but to Cassidy
she meant the world and she was treated as such. They could sit and talk for hours together about
any subject under the sun, they knew no one could hurt them while they stuck together, and as for
the sex - well, that was simply fantastic. Jesse had wondered initially if it was even possible for
women to get any pleasure out of being together. Cassidy proved that to her within seconds.
In many ways it was a far more complete form of love than heterosexual sex. Every tiny
movement was important and lapped up in a wash of passion. When Jesse closed her eyes she
could still imagine the feel of her fingers tracing a line across her body, down from her neck,
across her hot and clammy chest, then down to her belly-button and finally slipping down to her
most intimate area where they rubbed back and forth faster and faster, exciting Jesse in the space
of a heartbeat.
She could still remember the first time they'd spent the night together, just a few short
days after their rooftop moment of passion. No one had explored Jesse's body before. No one had
peeled away her uniform and laid her down on the bed, touched her all over and caressed her
curves the way Cassidy did that night. She let Cassidy take full control, seeming as she did to
know just what to do. Jesse recalled every moment of that first time as she continued to gaze at the
growing darkness. She remembered Cassidy's gentle kisses, spreading from her neck to her chest
and crossing from one nipple to the other, leaving them erect and solid before her mouth
continued down to where her fingers had already explored.
Jesse flinched as she recalled how good it made her feel. How complete and satisfied
making love to Cassidy left her. She flinched from the pain of knowing how suddenly the end had
come in their relationship. Cassidy's strength had rubbed off on Jesse as time went by and Jesse
began to resent the attention Cassidy devoted purely to her. She began to feel as though she was a
prisoner of her own love; too strong to stay in the shadow of her lover but too weak to break
away.
Over time Cassidy's attention turned into jealousy. Talking to anyone else became
impossible as Jesse grew to fear the wrath of Cassidy's temper. Rows became more frequent and
the pair were constantly in trouble for disrupting Team Rocket's training programme with their
disagreements. The bad times had started to overshadow the good and as Jesse began to fall out of
love she remembered that until Cassidy had taken her by surprise that night she had actually liked
men and never thought sexually about a woman in her life before. Had she really ever been in love
with Cassidy at all? Or was she just curious and confused? Sometimes it can be very easy to
mistake admiration for something deeper after all. Had she just become swept up in the
excitement and been too weak to stay out of a situation she wasn't sure of? Could it be that now
she was stronger she finally felt ready to leave the relationship which was starting to make her
desperately unhappy?
It was the night of the 'End of Training' party that things ended for good. Cassidy had
gone for punch and returned to find Jesse dancing with someone else. A boy! Jesse had done that
on purpose, to push her to the limit, so much had her resentment grown. Cassidy's jealousy flared
up in one vicious attack and Jesse had been left with a scratched face, bleeding alone on the dance
floor. She remained in tears all night, sobbing until she could only hiccup for breath and until her
face became so puffy it barely felt like a part of her any more.
The next morning Jesse had been assigned to James and Meowth for her first assignment.
She'd known James from Pokémon tech but hadn't seen him at all during her training and the
reunion was pleasant even if it didn't quite take her failed relationship off her mind. Time went by
and they became too absorbed in catching Pikachu to think about anything else, until one day
Jesse found herself face to face with her old flame.
It made Jesse's blood boil when she thought about Cassidy's little display of unity with
Butch. Were they an item now? Was Cassidy flaunting her sudden heterosexuality in Jesse's face?
Or was that just what she wanted her to think. After all, a lot of people would argue that if it
wasn't for James's love of cross dressing the two of them could easily pass for a couple
themselves.
"Appearances can be deceptive," she whispered to herself. Everyone put on an act
sometimes, after all - just like the way she'd made out she hated Cassidy with all her might. If she
hated her then why would she be feeling so very low right now, and have so many regrets about
the life they didn't have together?!
She cursed herself for dreaming of Cassidy touching her again. It was a thought never far
from her mind these days and it was driving her crazy. She couldn't even bear the thought of a
man coming close to touching her in the places Cassidy had made her own. If only she'd known
this was what she truly wanted all that time ago.
"James?" she said quietly. She got to her feet and walked slowly across to her team mate
as he examined his latest make up techniques. "James, can I talk to you?"
"Jesse, do you have any eye liner to go with the shadow I borrowed?" James asked
hopefully.
"No," said Jesse, "listen.... it's about Cassidy."
"You think she might have some eye liner?"
Jesse slapped his made-up face hard and scowled like a mad woman.
"You fool," she snapped, "this is serious."
"So's my make-up crisis!" blubbed James.
Jesse flicked her hair over her shoulder and turned her back on him.
"I should have known better than to think I could talk to you about this," she hissed.
James watched her walk away with wounded eyes.
"I'm sorry, Jess," he said, "I didn't realize it was something important."
"It doesn't matter," Jesse said quietly, her feet shuffling further toward the door.
"Wait, come back," frowned James, "what did you want to talk about?"
Jesse gave him the briefest glance over her shoulder and started sadly at him.
"It's alright," she whispered, "It's not you I should be speaking to about it, anyway."
James could only watch in confusion as Jesse left the small building and headed into the
cold night air where darkness had fallen sometime in the middle of her mixed-up thoughts.
***%***
Jesse hugged herself to keep warm as she trudged along. She knew it was a fair old way to
go, but if she carried on at the pace she was walking she could get there by morning. It had taken
her a long time to get up the nerve to do it but she finally felt ready to confront Cassidy. It was the
only thing she'd thought about since she'd reappeared in her life without warning and shaken her
emotions as violently as she had that night up on the roof.
Things would be different now, Jesse was the strong one. Cassidy would have to listen to
her this time and hang on every word she said to her. And this time it would be Jesse who kissed
her first. She hoped to God that Cassidy would be too weak to fight back. Otherwise she would be
left broken hearted by her for the second time in a lifetime.