Just giving a little fic story, taking an approach I feel I can contribute to. It's just a taster, pleases R&R, as I'm not sure if I should continue. This is my first so be patient lol...
Charlie shifted her position on the bed. It was 7.45 am and she had just woken, and lying beside her was Joey still in a deep slumber looking so peaceful and innocent. Charlie studied her face, reluctant to believe that this beautiful woman beside her was the one who thrashed about in her sleep screaming and lashing out at the imaginary Robbo above her, reluctant to believe that she was the cause of the warm feeling that swelled inside of her. Charlie's hand seemed to be separated from her mind; her mind telling her turn away but her hand that was pulling out in front of her seeking to rest on the soft warm skin on Joeys face. Her hand hovered, what was she doing? Snap out of it Charlie. But she couldn't stop. Some inner force was pulling her hand down to rest on the patch of creamy skin on Joey's face, one from deep within her soul, a place where only Joey was able to control. The instant her hand reached the destination thrills were sent flying down her finger tips, urging her on. Joey began to emerge from her sleep but feeling the skin on skin contact, she decided to continue on in this pretence sleep. It had taken Charlie this long to experiment with her feelings, and she wasn't going to let her regain of consciousness bring this to a halt. Charlie couldn't bring her self to pull away, instead she began to move her thumb in a soft motion along joeys jaw line, trailing down her slender neck, following the path of her tendon were it came to s standstill at the rounded tip of her collarbone. Suddenly drawn out of her trance like state to the shrieking sound of her alarm she immediately drew back, hitting the snooze button of her alarm with her thumb, that same finger that moments ago had been gently caressing its way down Joeys body. "Mmmmm morning", Charlie turned on her side to face her new friend whom she had willingly taken under her wing. Joey gazed into Charlie's face, hoping Charlie thought her thick voice was from a long night's sleep rather than the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach springing from Charlie's delicate touch. "So you still on for that run lazy bones?" Charlie jokingly challenged her. "A chance to beat you? I'm ready for that any day" "Oh so that's the way it is? Right I'll get the coffee while you manage to pull yourself out of bed and get changed." Charlie said with a smirk on her face.
She leapt out of the bed stretching up to grab the dressing gown hanging from the wardrobe door beside her, giving Joey a quick glimpse of the tanned hollow above the rim of Charlie's pyjama bottoms, before Charlie left the room quickly turning to pull the duvet off a still sleepy Joey.
Charlie returned with the mug of coffee she promised Joey, as she approached the door she realised it was slightly ajar sneaking a peek of Joey pulling her running top in over her head. In that brief moment the feelings that were ignited in Charlie were enough to tell her that wasn't as certain of her sexuality as she had been before Joey arrived on the scene…
To be continued?