[Outing]
There aren't enough girls, L'Erena thought as she grabbed a coffee from the machine and marched over to her place in the office, quickly sweeping the unfortunately male-dominated room. Who was there to choose from? Nami, a pathetic little excuse for a secretary , and Kairi, who although physically attractive, was less than desirable for a mate due to her wretched personality, and of course, her long string of successive boyfriends. And, well, there was Evenne. But Evenne didn't date anybody, let alone another woman, and she was such a workaholic that nobody would want her even if she did.
Speaking of Evenne, where was she? Oh, right, over by the doorway, arguing with the boss again, in a hushed voice. She was always arguing with somebody. If she'd cared, L'Erena would feel sorry for her; she was always alone, always permanently miserable and disagreeing with people. But she was also really annoying, so L'Erena simply left her to it.
"S'up?" She said as Evenne marched over to her desk and began to grab up her things.
"Just fuck off."
"Moving?"
"Leaving."
L'Erena realised that Evenne's eyes were moist with tears, her voice close to cracking and her hands shaking.
"You got laid off?" She guessed; she wouldn't normally think that that would cause such a reaction, but Evenne was very attached to her job. Hell, she was practically nothing but the job.
"Third fucking time," Evenne hissed under her breath. "But I wouldn't expect you to understand."
"Try me," L'Erena said blankly.
"You wouldn't," Evenne replied anyway. "You wouldn't, and you never will, because all you need in this job is to flutter your pretty eyes and the boss will bend over backwards for you. But oh, no, if you're a lesbian you can fuck right off."
"You're a lesbian?" L'Erena asked quietly, wondering if she'd heard right or if she'd just read into it wrong. So was that why Evenne never dated? Because she was gay?
"Just shout it out to the whole world, why don't you," Evenne hissed, stuffing the last of her things into her bag. "And, since I'm never going to see you again so it doesn't matter what I say any more, yes, I wish Kairi wasn't straight, no, Nami doesn't interest me in the slightest, and yes, I would sleep with you any day because you are completely gorgeous. Goodbye."
She was gone before L'Erena could even open her mouth to utter one syllable of a reply.
[Thinking]
"I can't believe I didn't realise."
L'Erena and Lumaira sort-of half lived together, because neither of them were exactly rich and although they both had flats, about half of everything in each of them weren't working. So between them, they more or less had a flat'sworth of things, and they shared. Today was laundry day, so they were in L'Erena's flat (Lumaira had had a washing machine at some point, but it was short lived), sorting out lacy thongs from plain old boyish boxers so Lumaira could take his underwear home.
This was actually a very time consuming job, because sometimes it was quite difficult to tell apart Lumaira's boxers from L'Erena's, and L'Erena's thongs from Lumaira's.
Lumaira chucked another bra onto L'Erena's pile and sat back, sighing a little.
"It doesn't really matter."
"I could have dated her!" L'Erena exclaimed, checking the label of one set of superman boxers. Lumaira raised one eyebrow. "Well, maybe not dated, but had sex with. I don't know."
"You always said that she didn't have much of a figure anyway," Lumaira said, and L'Erena shot him a don't-be-difficult glare.
"She never wore the clothes to show it off."
"She was probably fat."
"She just had wide hips."
"You're making excuses, L'Erena," Lumaira said triumphantly. "And the fact that you brought her up again after what, two months? just proves that you're completely taken by her."
L'Erena sighed, flinging some gauzy material (it was supposed to be underwear, but L'Erena wouldn't have called it that) in Lumaira's general direction.
"I'm never even going to see her again."
[Drinking]
Lady Gaga was playing in the background and jostling bodies were moving in a swarm below the balcony in the smoke and strobe lights when L'Erena saw her again. She'd just pushed through fifteen gay men (and probably all of them having slept with Lumaira at one point) to get to the bar and there she was, in a long grey coat and army boots, nursing a shot glass in the corner. Every now and again she would glance up, sigh, and turn back to order another.
L'Erena forgot about Lumaira and his friends, and wiggled her way over to the other woman.
"Hey."
Evenne looked up with bleary eyes, clearly surprised.
"You're the last person I'd expect to see here." (That was such a typical snarky Evenne reply).
L'Erena straddled a bar stool.
"So, still open on that offer of "sleeping with any day?""
[Speaking]
"So why the hell aren't you throwing up on the floor?"
Quite a lot of alcohol and a taxi ride home later, L'Erena was stumbling in through the front door with Evenne following behind, glancing around like she was completely sober and hadn't just beaten Aeleus in a drinking contest.
"I've always held my drink well. Where should I put my coat?"
"Just dump it anywhere."
Evenne nodded, shrugging the heavy thing off and throwing it onto the hall table.
"And my boots?"
"Just anywhere."
L'Erena had already found her slippers and, stretching until her back clicked, making her way to the kitchen area to make a cup of tea. A few minutes later Evenne joined her, quite a bit shorter without the platforms of her boots (but still far too tall), and in loose jeans and an equally loose shirt. It hung off her breasts and simply fell limply to her hips, and L'Erena was irritated to note that she couldn't tell what kind of body Evenne had.
"Do you want me to take this off too?"
L'Erena realised that she had been staring and nodded a little awkwardly. (It was the worst thing, the part where you'd got a girl back to the apartment but hadn't actually got to the sex part yet). She focused on pouring the tea as Evenne pulled her shirt off over her head, only turning back when-
"Holy fuck."
Evenne dropped her arms, letting the shirt slide to the floor, her expression worried.
"... What?"
L'Erena pointed accusingly at Evenne's breasts.
"Those!"
"What's wrong with them?"
L'Erena crossed her arms over her pathetically flat chest, huffing.
"They're huge!"
"I'm only DD." Evenne said apologetically, letting her shoulders sag. "I used to be an E, but when I went on a diet I dropped a cup-"
"I'mnoteventellingyoumysize," L'Erena muttered.
Evenne rolled her eyes.
"I think you have nice breasts. And yes, I have looked."
"I hardly even have boobs at all!" L'Erena exclaimed angrily. "I might as well be a man, I'm so flat chested!"
"C'mere."
"Huh?"
"Come over here."
L'Erena left the kettle to it and complied, walking forwards until she was face to face with Evenne's chest. It took a lot of self control not to just lean forwards and bury her face in that cleavage, but she just about managed to resist the temptation until Evenne leaned down and gently enveloped her lips in a soft kiss.
"Trust me," She murmured, pulling the comparatively tiny girl into her arms and lifting her with ease, "You don't want big boobs. They're a pain."
"But they're gorgeous." L'Erena muttered petulantly back, wrapping her legs around Evenne's waist and her arms around her neck.
"You're gorgeous."
"You really think so?"
"I always have."
After that the kisses were too deep and the moans too loud to speak further, but somehow that didn't really matter much.
[Sleeping]
Hm, Evenne thought as she wriggled a little under L'Erena's sylphlike body. Nothing more. Just hm.
L'Erena was sleeping like a baby, face pressed against Evenne's neck and fingers curling on her shoulder, naked legs splayed somewhere down under the duvet. Occasionally she mumbled. Nothing coherent, just hm.
Evenne yawned a little, shifting again and tightening her own hold on the smaller woman.
Hm.
[Waking]
It was L'Erena who woke first, and it was Lumaira who woke her.
"L'Erena? Knock knock! I'm coming in!"
Lumaira owned a spare key to L'Erena's flat, and vice versa, because more often than not one of them would need something fro the other's place when they weren't in.
L'Erena's eyes shot open and she swore under her breath, scrambling off Evenne's chest.
"You stay here. My friend's here, I just need to talk to him for a bit."
"He's not your boyfriend, is he?" Evenne asked quietly as she drew into a sitting position, stretching oh god that's hot. L'Erena quickly shook her head, both to clear her head of that vision and in response to Evenne's question.
"Oh, no, he's gayer than a... well, there are no words to describe. He's gay."
"L'Erena?"
"I'm just coming!" L'Erena yelled back, grabbing her dressing gown and roughly pulling it on. "Evenne, don't move. Just wait here until I've sorted him out. Okay?"
She dashed out of the bedroom and into Lumaira who was just reaching for the door handle.
"Did I hear voices?"
L'Erena coloured immediately.
"Of course not."
"So I'm guessing that you were so drunk last night that you decided to get a pair of heavy duty combat boots and a full length trench coat?"
"I-"
"Is she hot?"
L'Erena gestured with her hands just about how well endowed Evenne was. Lumaira whistled.
"I'd better leave you two to it, then."
"So what about you?" L'Erena asked as she opened the door a little to return to the bedroom. "Find a good catch?"
Lumaira gestured with his hands.
"Woah."
[Shopping]
"No. No. Just... no."
Evenne rolled her eyes as the third loose, practical t-shirt was deemed a crime against fashion. What exactly had persuaded her to bring L'Erena shopping with her?
"What's wrong with it?"
"It'll completely smother you! Can't you get something that'll show off your figure?"
"But I don't want to show off my figure."
"Why not?"
"I don't want men to get the wrong idea."
It was L'Erena's turn to roll her eyes.
"You have a girlfriend now. If any man tries to hit on you, you just smile sweetly and say "Sorry, I'm taken." That way you can get rid of them and you don't have to lie, either."
Evenne didn't seem convinced.
"You pick something out, then."
L'Erena hummed to herself, and soon picked out a tight, fitted shirt and a cropped cardigan, then a plaited miniskirt and a wide belt to show off Evenne's waist, and steered the taller woman (but at least she was wearing flat pumps today) over to a changing room.
"There."
"This will make me look ridiculous." Evenne was complaining the whole time as she changed. "The shirt will be far too small, and this skirt barely even covers my butt, let alone my legs."
L'Erena didn't think that it was worth mentioning that that had been deliberate.
[Kissing]
It was raining. It was raining and L'Erena's shoes were leaking and she was weighed down with bags and bags of sensible clothes for Evenne (not stupid, ugly, so called "practical" clothes, or Goth clothes for which the older woman seemed to have something of a fetish. Good, pretty, flattering clothes that really showed off her every curve (she had a lot) and transformed her from a pretty woman to a gorgeous blonde bombshell).
"I can't be bothered to walk any more."
"We're still ten minutes' walk from where Lumaira agreed to pick us up." Evenne stated. L'Erena growled a little, jogging to keep up with her girlfriend's brisk pace (and wide strides).
"You could at least walk slower."
"But then you'd be in the rain for longer."
(Evenne could be so annoying sometimes.)
"Shut up. I don't want to walk any more."
L'Erena stopped and pouted, one hand on her hip, until Evenne gave in and stopped walking, too.
"And what am I supposed to do about it?"
"Carry me."
Evenne gave L'Erena a long-suffering glare, but she couldn't resist that little bottom lip poking out, and eventually she huffed, almost - but not quite - stamping her foot.
"Fine."
L'Erena practically jumped into Evenne's arms, wrapping her arms around her neck.
"But your payment is that you have to give me a kiss."
L'Erena glanced around at the passers by walking by - they were receiving a few odd looks, but if they were to start kissing, that would definitely change.
"What, in public?"
"Yes."
L'Erena shrugged - she was okay with that - and leaned in for a deep kiss, under the protection of Evenne's smart black umbrella. Even under that long black leather coat, she could feel the other woman's curves (beautiful, beautiful curves), and she twisted her head just so so that their noses wouldn't get in the way and oh, this really was beautiful.
When they broke apart, noses still touching and eyes half lidded, she took a quick glance around.
"Everybody's staring..."
Evenne chuckled a little, pulling L'Erena tighter.
"I know. Isn't it wonderful?"