A|N: Alright, first post on here! Any and all comments are appreciated, of course; I'd really like feedback on what works, what doesn't, etc. Obviously, this is pretty short, so you can expect a continuation. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it! -xxx Amelia
'Don't look so scared,' she said, pushing back a stray section of red hair with the tips of her fingers. 'Don't look at me like that, Bree.' Katherin's smile was small, yet incredibly seductive as she reached down to untie the sash that held her robe taut around her waist. Bree gulped audibly, her emerald eyes as wide as saucers and her porcelain complexion fading to ghost-white. A shaky breath escaped her bubblegum-pink lips. Everything she had grown up with, every belief that her Democrat friends had picked on her for told her to get up and run away while she still had the chance; but something kept her there, something she had not experienced before. She could only watch as Katherine turned to move closer, holding her breath as the woman's lips fell against her own. Somehow, she didn't completely hate it. Another kiss came, this one with Bree's cooperation. The top half of Katherine's robe fell open; Bree only caught a glimpse of flesh, but that was all she needed for now. Katherine's hand found her knee, then began travelling cautiously up her thigh. She continued to come closer, leaning against Bree until the Presbyterian found herself on her back, cheeks smoldering as Katherine hooked a finger nimbly underneath the elastic of her underwear, pulling it from her body until it landed on the floor. Her breath caught in her throat as Katherine's fingers traced back up her leg, pushing up the hem of her skirt.
None of this made any sense. Why wasn't Bree screaming, calling for someone to get Katherine locked back up in the loony bin? Why didn't she fight what was happening?
Why was she beginning to enjoy this?
'See?' Katherine breathed, her slender fingers finally reaching Bree's center. 'It's not so bad, is it?' She wouldn't admit to her guilty pleasure, though; she didn't need to, because every movement that Katherine made sent a shock through her body, a terribly delicious sensation that made her feel more alive than she had in years. It was written all over her face.
She stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, terrified of herself as she found herself more and more unwilling and unable to fight this pleasure. Fulfillment coiled like a snake in her core as Katherine slipped one slick finger inside her, shortly followed by a second digit. Her jaw went slack as she felt the fingers moving deeper in, twisting and curling delicately as the woman pulled back briefly. It was better than listening to Orson talk about homemade dish detergents. An unexpected moan came from her throat, spilling out of her lips like evils from Pandora's box. She caught a wicked grin that flickered on Katherine's face for only a second. The movements quickened and gained force, each thrust of her fingers more delightful than the last. Bree's body tensed. She took a deep breath as she prepared herself, trying her hardest not to completely lose it. Just a little faster, just a little harder, and then—
She woke up.
It took a second for her to realize that she was alone, and that it was only morning. Her heart was still pounding in her chest as she sat up. She was alone. It had only been a dream. Katherine was nowhere to be found ever since she had run off with Robin, without so much as a goodbye. Her forehead barely moved as she realized that she was still aroused, and with no one to solve the problem. Her ring finger was bare again, house empty save herself. She exhaled sharply as she swung her feet from under the covers, rising and heading into the bathroom for a long, hot shower. She had to get those images out of her mind, cleanse herself of whatever it was that had made a romantic endeavor with Katherine Mayfair of all people seem appealing. It just wasn't right. It seared the insides of her eyelids as she closed her eyes, taking her nightgown off before she stepped under a shower of steaming-hot water. The more she tried to distract herself with plans for the day, the more it seemed to clarify, each detail worsening her problem. She was going to lose her mind if this kept up.
Twenty minutes later she shut the water off, squeezing excess water from her hair before she stepped out, wrapping a crisp white towel taut around her body. In the closet she dressed herself in black slacks and a blue silk blouse, short-sleeved to keep her cool in the warm summer air of the Eagle State.
It was just a dream.
Bree dried her hair and dusted on her makeup, clasping a string of pearls around her neck before she headed downstairs for coffee. Her head throbbed as she placed fresh grinds into the percolator, just about ready to give up on her attempts to forget. It couldn't mean anything; she wasn't some sort of lesbian, and even if she was, Katherine was still in Paris, so it wasn't as if she could just jump right on that train.
The trash collectors would be rolling down the lane later in the morning, so she reached underneath the sink to retrieve hers before stepping outside to drop it off in her trash bin. The air was calm, already pleasant against her bare arms. She happened to glance down the block, where a few houses down she caught sight of a black Kia in front of what had been Katherine's house. Her heart stopped. It couldn't be. This was the absolute last thing she needed this morning.
She absolutely wanted to die as Katherine stepped out of the driver's seat, sans stripper, sunglasses concealing her eyes as she paused on the sidewalk, recognized Bree's perfect posture, and approached. It was like watching her own death in slow-motion, knowing what was to come and knowing there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
'Hello, Bree. Did you miss me?'