*First shot at Fan Fiction for #MINX. This takes place between the ending of 8/16 and the morning after scenes.
*I do not own any of these characters. They belong to ABC/ AMC etc. Small portion of quoted text in bold, but the rest is solely my work.
CHAPTER ONE
Bianca awoke from sleep with the sunlight pouring in through the slats of the window shutters. It took a moment for reality to set in and for things to become clear. The familiar shutters. The lamp in the corner. The plant by the window, the feel of the warm delicate flesh pressed closely behind her...it all brought clarity through the fog, as to where she was. She was in Marissa's hotel room. She felt as though she had just been pulled from a deep coma, her head was groggy and confused. Sleep had been rough since the attack by Ricky. Throw in her constant concern and the revelations surrounding her Mother, the sudden reappearance of Dixie and Zack, and her emotions over Marissa…it was enough to make anyone a little restless.
Ahh... Marissa! , She thought with a smile. Bianca replayed everything in her head : the sharing of their feelings, the kiss, the ensuing battle with JR and finally, last night. Last night, when Marissa took control and revealed she was ready for the next step: She wanted to make love. This was all becoming the greatest conflict that Bianca had ever dealt with. She was so in love with Marissa and had been falling more and more so with every passing minute. The big "But", however, was that she had been down this road. Her troubled past was littered with "newborn" lesbians that had been born of best friends and soul mates. Every single one of them was just as spectacular, just as beautiful, and claimed their complete devotion to Bianca. Surprisingly (and painfully) every single one of them also ended with emotional distance, a betrayal, a lie, a lack of trust and Bianca was left to rebuild herself all over again.
The last two serious relationships affected her two beautiful daughters, changing and uprooting their very lives. She swore after her recent divorce that she would never let that kind of disappointment touch them again. She had to be strong and put on a brave face for them. She was never going to make the mistake of letting a great friendship develop into something that could potentially harm her precious girls ever again.
Now here she was, lying in bed next to the best friend she had possibly ever had. She and Marissa had been together through so many ups and downs. When Marissa thought her father was dead…it was Bianca and her sister that helped her deal with the overwhelming emotions. When Bianca realized her marriage was over, it was Marissa who took her case and counseled her through one of the most difficult moments of her life. In addition, when Bianca's ex tried to take away her children, Marissa fought diligently to protect them. They were together when Bianca's mother went missing, together through the struggle with Ricky, together through Marissa's dealing with JR, and even side by side through all the secrets & revelations that seemed to revolve around Marissa's father. It was no wonder they had developed a bond as strong as what they were both feeling.
Bianca still had a good deal of fear, although she tried to fight it every day. Marissa made clear her feelings and she didn't want to second guess her or make her feel like she couldn't make "big girl" decisions. But honestly, how could anyone blame Bianca for being nervous, with a track record like hers?
She drearily thought of their encounters last night. It was amazing, I mean, everything that Bianca had dreamed of and imagined and fantasized about for months…well, it was right there in her arms, and begging her to never let go. At the same time, Bianca was terrified. What if she did something wrong? What if this was way too much, too fast? Maybe Marissa would freak out when something happened that she was not ready for. A kiss is a kiss, but what she was asking for…well that was far more intense and enveloping than just a kiss. Bianca enjoyed herself immensely but all the while her stomach twisted and churned. How could she possibly taste Heaven and then survive losing it? The whole experience was torture and ecstasy all at once.
She could feel the voices in her head already beginning the daily battle with her heart and she needed to do something fast. She sat up quietly and tried to ease off the bed and out from under the sheets without stirring Marissa. She tiptoed to the bathroom, and glancing over her shoulder, she took in the sight of Marissa laying there. She was in awe at Marissa's beauty, the curves of her body barely draped with the silky sheet. She was breathtaking! "Wow, Montgomery…", she mumbled to herself, "you screw this up and you don't deserve happiness!"
