So here's my latest endeavor. I would like to thank Jake, the only person who reviewed my last story. If you're reading this, thank you! It meant a lot to me.
The Facts
"Chuck?" Olive's lover let out a sleepy moan in response, sighing and drawing the blonde closer. She took comfort in the taller girl's muffled heartbeat as her head lay on her bare chest. She didn't want to ruin this moment, but she knew it had to be said. "We need to tell Ned."
"Olive," the brunette sighed in frustration, putting a hand on her forehead, "Not now."
"Then when? Every time I bring it up you put off talking about it. It's not fair to Ned!"
Chuck swung her legs over the bed and began getting dressed, "I don't want to talk about this. I'm leaving."
"Chuck, don't do this."
"No, Olive. I don't want to talk about this. I don't even want to think about it!"
Even in the dark, Olive could hear the choked back tears straining Chuck's voice. "Chuck, babe, come here." She shuffled back over to the bed and fell in besides Olive. She wrapped her arms around the petite woman who rubbed her back reassuringly. "I'm sorry. I know it upsets you, but we need to talk about it. Okay?" Olive said kissing the top of Chucks head.
"Yeah, I know," Chuck responded, "I just don't like to think about Ned when I'm with you. I just want to focus on us."
"Well this 'us' that we're doing right now, can't go on unless we tell Ned. I don't like sneaking around like this. I want to be able to hold your hand in public."
"I don't want to hurt him."
The facts were these: Exactly 6 months, 1 week, 4 days and three hours ago, Chuck had moved into apartment 44 with Olive. They had everything they needed, a couch, a chair a coffee table and other such necessities. But the one thing they didn't have was two beds. Ned had insisted that Chuck keep her bed at his apartment in case she ever wanted to stay over.
So on the first night they stayed together, the two shared the bed. This move of friendship had led to something more. A night of tangled limbs and passion, to be exact. The next morning, they blamed it on bad sushi, and went about their day as usual. But the next night, the same thing had happened and there was no sea food to blame. This repeated the next night, and the next night, and the next after that, until they finally realized that the feelings they had for each other was more than just friendship. The two girls realized that they loved each other more than they had ever loved any one else, even the Pie Maker.
"Well, the longer we put off telling him, the more hurt he's going to be in the end."
"I know," Chuck sighed burying her face in the pillow, "I'll tell him tomorrow."
"You will?"
"Mhm."
"Do you promise?"
"Mmhm."
"Thank you. Now, get your head out of the pillow so I can kiss you good night."
Smiling, Chuck sat up, "Only a kiss?" Their lips met in what was supposed to be a sweet and simple kiss, but Chuck grabbed her by the back of the head and parted her lips with her tongue. Olive suppressed a moan and turned away. "No, we should really get some sleep."
"Aw, Olive," Chuck growled, trailing kisses from the back of her neck to between her shoulder blades, "please." Her hands snaked around the smaller woman's body to reach her stomach.
"Chuck, stop."
"What if I don't want to stop?" she cooed nipping her shoulder lightly.
"Chuck, don't be mean."
"I thought I was being nice."
"Yes, too nice," Olive said turning around, meeting Chuck's lips with her own.
