The first time Natalia spotted her at the hole in the wall gay bar that she frequented, it was one month and three days after the mole debacle had blown over. It was just a flash of long blonde hair and a familiar laugh floating through the crowd. Something so brief that by the time the connection finally clicked she was curled up in the comfort of her own bed, six mimosas and a twelve hour shift dragging her into the depths of slumber.
The second time she saw her there, she hid behind the coat rack with wide eyes and a forgotten beer in her hand. Watching in shock as she flirted easily (almost too easily) with a gorgeous brunette- all smiles and little touches and teasing looks from under her lashes. Her stomach flipped at the sight, jealousy flaring to life with each flutter of her heart. It left her confused and slightly terrified, fleeing back to the safety of her condo. Finding herself laying in bed once again, staring up at her ceiling until dawn lapped against the horizon and a sexy southern accent threatened to haunt her dreams.
It was the fourth time though, that everything changed. She accidentally bumped into her in the bathroom- two clutch purses sent tumbling to the floor, both women bent over their belongings, grabbing for a tube of lip gloss at the same time. There was a moment of awkward silence. Heart in her throat as Calleigh's eyes met hers and the world seemed to swallow her whole.
"Natalia?"
A nervous laugh slipped from the back of her throat, "Uh, hi?"
The next two months went by slowly and Calleigh was a no show at the bar. If she tried to talk to her at work? Well, let's just say that it didn't go over very well for Natalia. Which was extremely frustrating.
So when she suddenly found herself pushed up against the wall just outside of the back entrance by her one night, cigarette smoke still lingering heavily in the air, she couldn't have been more surprised. One minute she was worrying about the skirt that she'd been too lazy to iron before she left and the next a pitiful scream was dying on her lips as she kissed her.
There were fingers tangled in her hair and the gentle swell of breasts pressed tightly against her ribs. And just when she was almost certain that her heart was going to beat out of her chest- tongues tangled together, hips rocking subtly against hers- it was then that Natalia realized something... talking was so overrated.
End.
