A few days passed, and Bree caught herself thinking about Shane constantly. She kept herself busy to keep those thoughts at distance, and succeeded mostly during the day; when she laid in her bed at night though, alone, there was nothing which could take her mind off the memories. Still, she let the days pass, hoping that the memories would stop sooner or later; when they didn't, she decided that the only way out of this was confronting her one-night-stand and get things clear. She forced herself to stay away from the wine bottle at Friday night, eager to be sober when she'd go to the bar; when it finally was time, she told her daughter that she was going out and would be back soon before she left the house, hoping she'd be able to find the bar again. Luckily, she did; she took in a deep breath before she entered, letting her gaze wander until she spotted the woman she had spent the night with. Shane was sitting with her back to her, at the bar again; after another deep, calming breath, Bree collected her courage and walked over to her, clearing her throat once she stood behind her. This didn't have the desired effect, namely make Shane look at her, and Bree cleared her throat again, a bit louder this time. It didn't work once more, and after a small sigh, the redhead finally reached out and tapped the shoulder of the woman in front of her. This did work at last; the brunette turned on her barstool and rose an eyebrow when she saw who stood in front of her. Clearing her throat, Bree gave her a diplomatic smile.
"Hello", she then started, "I guess you know why I am here?"
"You want to repeat Saturday night?" Shane gave back, making Brees eyes widen momentarily before she shook her head energetically.
"No, no." she then gave back, the smile returning to her face. "You see, this was a terrible misunderstanding. I'm not... homosexual." A blush coloured her cheeks at the last word, making the brunette smirk.
"Fine with me", she then replied, "so you're bisexual..."
"I'm not!" Bree burst out, then took in a third deep breath before she spoke on in a softer voice. "Look, I was drunk. I normally don't drink, and I'm not used to it." Oh, you dirty little liar! "This is why it happened", she went on, unimpressed by her own consciousness. "It was a one-time-thing, it won't happen again, and I'd be pleased if you could just forget this episode and forget me as well."
"Why did you get drunk?" Shane asked instead of granting her wish, and for a moment, she was speechless.
"Private... things", she finally managed reply, and the brunette rose an eyebrow.
"Trouble?" she asked, causing Bree to look at her indignantly.
"I doubt that this is much of your business..." she replied, causing Shane to give her another sly smile.
"Well, since I made you come two, or maybe even three times, I thought it might be..."
"Shht! Don't mention that!" Bree snapped, closing her eyes for a moment afterwards. "Look", she then started again, "just forget that this happened, okay? Do me that favour..."
"Aw, it'd be a pity", the brunette replied. "'Cause I like you, you know..."
"How can you like me? You don't even know me", Bree muttered, trying to hide her surprise at the woman's words.
"Well, I like what I do know", Shane smirked in reply. "And I think you liked it too", she then added, making Brees eyes go wide again.
"I did not!" she then protested, yet another lie leaving her mouth.
"You sure?" the brunette smiled, her right hand moving away from the barstool and over Brees upper leg moments later. She flinched back at the touch, trying hard to fight down the hot wave of lust that flooded up inside her at it, ignoring that it felt just the way it had when Rex had touched her. "Not quite convinced, I'd say..." Shane now went on, not letting the flinch impress her. Before Bree had a chance to reply, the brunette had closed the distance between them, her lips meeting those of the other woman just a second later. The kiss surprised the redhead; what surprised her even more was she herself, when she responded to it without thinking twice. It deepened, and Bree caught herself letting out a small sigh, memories of the wonderful night coming up in front of her inner eye again. Then, her senses came back to her, her worries about her reputation, and she jerked back, panting for air.
"Never do that again!" she snapped, making Shane – to her big dismay – chuckle.
"Why? Afraid you could end up enjoying it? Admit it, you did..."
"I did not." Bree repeated, asking herself why this woman just wouldn't stop bugging her with that.
"Oh, do you always kiss back people even though you don't like it?"
"Shut up!" Bree sighed out, at a loss for things she could say. The brunette sighed as well, then looked at her impatiently.
"Why can't you just admit you liked it? It's not like the world will end if you do so." Again, Bree was speechless; she could only stare at the woman in front of her, giving her to chance to speak on. "It's okay to enjoy it, you know. It's perfectly normal and fine. Stop worrying..." With those words, she leaned in again, kissing the stunned Bree once more; and again, she responded to the kiss, finally dropping her defence. Without her even fully noticing it, she moved closer to the other woman, her arms wrapping around her; the brunette returned the embrace as their kiss deepened, hugging her tightly. This time, Bree didn't jump back; their kiss ended normally, and she found herself smiling slightly afterwards, a real and warm smile, not her fake diplomatic one. "See? The world's still intact", Shane smirked, her arms still around the redhead.
"Indeed..." Bree gave back, not able to think of anything intelligent to say.
"Want something to drink?" the other woman now asked her, sensing that she was a bit lost at the moment.
"Yes... Some white wine would be fine."
"Alright", the brunette agreed, not making a comment about the fact Bree had told her she usually didn't drink just a few minutes ago. She turned back to the bar and ordered the wine, handing the nicely shaped glass to the redhead afterwards.
"Thank you", Bree smiled, taking a sip of the wine afterwards. Part of her yelled at her for not settling things like she had planned though; another, much bigger part though was more than glad about how things had developed, and it only grew when Shane gave her another sly smile, her heart performing a little jump in her chest.
