NOTE: I rearranged the chapter so if you haven't looked back at chapter one since I first posted, please check back over it. I'll delete this note in about a week.
"'Eeey, what'd I tell ya?"
"Oh, quiet you," Sarah retorts and shoving Cosima in the shoulder.
"You can't deny it, Sarah. You're going on a date with her. I told you she liked you."
Sarah half smiled, looking herself in the mirror. Cosima was leaning against the doorframe, watching her process of getting ready. It was a process she had seen a number of times and rarely did it change. Tonight was no different but she wished it would be. Just something. A different stroke of eyeliner or a way she set her hair. Rachel was essentially her boss in a roundabout way and she didn't want this to go the wrong way.
Oh god, she thinks, what have I done?
"Are you not excited?" Cosima asks.
Sarah looks at Cosima's reflection through the mirror, shrugging her shoulder as she finished up her eyeliner.
"Really?" she complains, head cocking to the side.
"Cosima, do you wanna go on the date with her? I denno Delphine would care for that, yeah?"
"Okay, okay," she retreats, lifting her hands defensively. "I was just trying to make conversation."
Sarah lifted a brow before she broke into a smile, closing up the makeup case and tucking it away. She wouldn't admit it, but she was nervous. The more she had gotten to know Rachel, the more she knew she couldn't turn around, and each step forward she knew she was putting things at risk.
"Just don't fuck it up."
"Cosima," Sarah breathes, putting a hand gently on the side of her face. "You shouldn't be so worried. It'll be fine. She can't fire you if our date goes sour, yeah?"
"You've met her, right?" she asks, grinning.
They both turn their head as the doorbell sounded. Sarah's mouth gaped but she clicked her teeth together when Cosima turned to her.
"What are you doing? Go!"
"Watch it, will ya?" she blurts as Cosima shoves her out of the bathroom and down the hall. She opened the door and Rachel stood on the other side. "Hey," she says quietly, smiling.
"Good evening."
"Thanks for watching Kira, Cos," she calls back, Cosima waving to both of them. Rachel nodded her head in greeting and Sarah closed the door behind her as she stepped out.
From the outside, everything went smoothly. The driver of the dark vehicle opened the door for both of them. Rachel let Sarah in first and she slipped in behind her. It was spacious and dimly lit and Rachel looked proud of herself even though her expression had a faint hint of a smile.
"Don't tell me I'm underdressed for tonight," Sarah whines, shifting in the leather seat to face her.
"You look fine," Rachel confirms but it was a world of difference between their wardrobes. Sarah predominantly wearing black—tight trousers and a shirt that conformed to her body, a thin jacket just in case—and Rachel wearing colors, albeit dark—a thin top and a skirt that mimicked what she wore on a daily basis.
Rachel pushed a button in the back of the vehicle, signaling the driver to go. The car turned to life and they pulled away from the curb.
"I thought we would start with dinner," she explains, smiling as she turned to Sarah.
Sarah nods but she felt a little out of place. The driver, what she was wearing, dinner? She leaned back into the seat and crossed one leg over the other and decided to let Rachel guide them through the rest of the evening.
Dinner was pleasant. Rachel reserved the entire restaurant which didn't surprise Sarah. It was exactly the over the top first date she expected but didn't necessarily want. She didn't mention it while they ate but as they left Sarah couldn't stop her fingers from reaching out for her hand. They weren't speaking when they approached the car and all she heard was the sound of cars up and down the street and the quiet click of Rachel's heels on the cement.
"I enjoyed dinner," Sarah admits as they approach the car, pulling against Rachel's arm gently. It was enough to get her to stop but she didn't turn. "You didn't have to go through all that trouble just so we would be alone."
"I wanted to impress you," Rachel confesses.
"You've already done that," Sarah tells her, carefully seizing her arm so she turns around and faces her. It catches Rachel off guard but Sarah doesn't let her go, instead leaning her against the side of the car and pressing their lips together.
"Did I?" Rachel grins through the kiss, her fingers curling around the back of her neck and in one fell swoop she spins her around so Sarah is against the car. She molds her body into her while Sarah's hands move up her thigh, feeling over the fabric of her skirt before pushing between her legs.
"Absolutely," she murmurs while Rachel reaches around and opens the door to the car. Sarah is encouraged inside and Rachel settling in close to her. She began to fumble with her coat, shoving it off her shoulder. "I hope you didn't have anything planned after this."
She did but she didn't speak up, too wrapped up in everything that was Sarah. Her scent, the gentle flutter of her eyelids as their lips touched, and the sound she made when her throat was kissed. A symphony of sounds she could listen to all night. Sarah's jacket was off and she made an attempt to slip her fingers beneath her shirt but she was stopped before her efforts were rewarded. With a confused tilt of her head, Sarah had come from her seat and pushed Rachel back into the leather.
Rachel was reluctant but allowed the manipulation of her body, the assertiveness enough to put an end to her thoughts. Her knees were nudged apart; gentle fingers bunched up the fabric of her skirt to her hips, and pushed through the cloth that separated her skin from freedom. She sucked in a short breath as Sarah moved in a way that brought her up, her hand cupping and forming to Rachel's mound as her fingers curved inward to explore foreign territory.
Sarah's other arm supported her on the seat so she connect her lips with Rachel's mouth in a hard kiss, wanting to own her breath. She was pleased as she received it, a moan rumbling through Rachel's chest and her breathing increased with each stroke of her fingers. Her tempo changed when Rachel made a subtle change—when her breathing increased she would slow and when it became ragged and strangled, she would quicken—and each new turn brought her closer to the edge only to be greeted with another change that stopped her short and left her frustrated. She squirmed and her hips bucked to meet Sarah's thrusts in order to find a steady source of pleasure.
Teeth connected with Rachel's neck, Sarah grinding downward on her flesh while she used her thumb on her clit and her fingers reaching new depths that—after what felt like an eternity of hindrance—brought an orgasm washing over her.
She breathed heavily, head resting against the back of the seat. Sarah was still on her knees between her legs, running her hands gently over Rachel's trembling thigh. She rolled her head to the side and peered out the tinted window while the silhouette of Sarah's house formed.
"How long have we been parked out here?"
Sarah followed Rachel's gaze and as soon as she saw her house, she jerked and pushed herself up. "Shite," she curses, but she was pulled back to the seat when Rachel's fingers looped around hers and made her sit.
"It's all right, Sarah," Rachel coos, leaning into her.
"Yeah? And if they—"
"What? If they saw? Sarah, the windows are tinted dark enough that no one can see in."
She nods, slowly, still unsure. She was focused on the front of her home, looking for any sign of Cosima or Kira but she only saw the faint illumination of the front porch. It was enough to ease her for the moment and the gentle squeeze of her hand made her turn to look at her date.
"I had fun," she says after squeezing Sarah's hand once more and leaning in to kiss her.
"I know," Sarah grins, returning the kiss. "I'll see you later, yeah?"
Rachel nods and slowly lets her hand go. The driver had already gotten out of the car and opened the door. Sarah's eyes widened, having forgotten him, but she grins again as she glances back at Rachel whose cheeks were turning a soft red.
When she was in the house, shrugging her shoulders to remove her jacket—which she never put back on—and realized it was still in the car.
"Hey!" Cosima calls, nearly jumping her way down the stairs.
"Hey. She asleep?"
"Yeah. About half an hour ago."
Sarah nods, lifting her hand to rub her forehead.
"How was it?"
"It was good. She uh, definitely went all out—reserved the entire restaurant."
"Oh, fancy."
Sarah laughs and shoves her shoulder, moving further in the house to sit down.
"Is that all you guys did? Dinner? No movie? Strolls in the park?" Cosima asks as she rummages through her bag for a half smoked roach.
"Yeah, though I le—hey! No. Not in here."
Cosima frowns but drops the blunt back into the bag without question and shrugs apologetically.
"I left my jacket in her car, though. I'll have to go by there tomorrow to get it."
"How'd you leave yo—" she began but Sarah shook her head. "Oh," Cosima adds, lifting an eyebrow curiously but she doesn't fish for anymore answers. Instead, she steps back when her phone beeps. "That's Delphine."
"Thanks for watching her, Cos'," Sarah says again.
"Any time," she replies before grabbing her bag and darting out the front door.
Sarah is left to think quietly to herself, later dozing off after the satisfying evening.
