The Next 30 Days – Remy Hadley's Journal – Chapter 1
A/N: So, here is chapter 1. I sincerely hope you like it. Feedback & reviews are always appreciated
Day 1: Thursday, August 11 - Princeton, NJ
11:15 PM. Today turned out to be a great day. It started out very iffy. I was nervous about seeing Allison and how she would feel about our date. As it turned out, she was normal and I was the weirded out one. It's not often I see one of my 'date' partners the morning after. It's a well known fact I'm a screw 'em and leave 'em kinda gal.
When I saw her, she had the most beautiful smile on her gorgeous face. She lit up when she saw me walking down the hallway. I swear my damn heart (the betrayer that it is) skipped two beats and fluttered like it was caught in the summer breeze gently blowing outside. At that moment, I felt completely unworthy of both that smile and that woman. Of course, House quickly changed my focus as he made a typical "Lesbian Lovers" comment. That man is insufferable – but, I really do like him. He challenges me in ways no one else ever has and on some level I know he is there for me, asshole ways and all.
She texted me about 11:30 to invite me to lunch, but I couldn't break away. We did, however, grab coffee together and have a quick meeting with Cuddy to discuss our Lead America readiness. We realized we have a few loose ends to wrap up. We are having dinner tomorrow night at Allison's again (just she and I) to take care of that. I'm on edge about that, when we get done with dinner, I know I will have a hell of a time not initiating a little sexy time. Moth to the proverbial flame!
Allison was so adorable today, after Cuddy left, she reached over and took my hand. When I raised my eyes to look at her, she said, "Hi" with those big blue/green eyes twinkling. It was so physically unobtrusive but so totally intimate. She had that voice like I've always pictured lovers use in the morning when they wake up after a beautiful night together and just can't believe it was real. I long for that to happen with us. I don't want to screw up, I want to be the one that sees that face and hears "Hi" every morning.
Wow, weird case this morning a milkman that looses consciousness every time he takes a piss. Imagine the FUN House is having with that one. I got sent in with the "male happy" bedpan twice to see if "focusing on a sexy, bisexual while peeing makes a difference". When it didn't, Chase got sent in to see if "pissing in front of a floppy-haired, pretty boy did the trick". Shit that man is obnoxious. Did I really just write 3 paragraphs above that I like him!
Phone is ringing! Allison, what a pleasant way to end the day!
Day 2: Friday, August 12 - Princeton, NJ
12:30 AM (Saturday morning). I just got home from Allison's. She wanted to make me dinner tonight before she heads off to Boston to see Brad. Her excuse for us getting together was to put the finishing touches on our Lead America Conference plans. The students show up Wednesday, so it probably made sense. However, after dinner, we didn't talk much about the Conference or the students.
We sipped wine and talked about many different topics. As the evening wore on and the wine took effect, we slowly gravitated together and before I knew it there was a rogue hand under my ponytail, softly caressing the back of my neck. It felt wonderful. My head fell forward and I swear I began purring. Bravely, my little Bella reached up and took out the band holding my hair. Her fingers were magic as they ruffled my hair freeing it from its bounds. Holy SHIT, when she started scratching the base of my skull, my purrs turned into a growl and I had to hold myself back from grabbing and ravishing her. It took all I had, to breathe deeply and relax. Allison knew she was getting to me. I heard a soft chuckle and turned my head to peer out from under my hair. I was greeted with that beautiful smile again. This time, however, it was tinged with colors of lust: flushed cheeks, eyes darkening and pupils dilating. "Hi" was all she said as she leaned in and kissed me. That woman is nothing short of amazing (moth to the proverbial flame!).
We took it really slow, soft kisses and gentle hands. We'd been at it for about 15 minutes when she confided that she knew I was holding back, that she could feel the tension in my arms and wanted to know why. The conversation was scary for me. Admitting that I wanted to just take her, but wouldn't allow myself because she meant so much more to me and that I was actually afraid to touch her was cathartic. When she kissed me the next time, it was deep, so deep I think she actually found my soul. As she laid me back on her couch and lay on top of me all I could do was tremble and say "Allison, Allison" over and over. "Shhh, my love be brave let me lead", the words unhinged me. The next thing I knew she was kissing my cheeks to dry tears I didn't even know I'd shed. Vulnerable is not something I do well, but for Allison I will try.
Our evening ended early (read no sex) which was okay by me – I want to do this right! She will be back from Boston Sunday evening. She asked what I had planned for the weekend. I could tell she was either 1) thinking I'd volunteer to go along or 2) afraid I was going to go out and party with some bar-fly while she was away. I took her in my arms before I went out the door and told her I would call her tomorrow night so we could talk and that she had nothing to worry about I wasn't going to bring anyone home. I mean it, but I can't fight the feeling that I need to get laid – there is this tension in my body that only sex can release. I'm torn because I want relief with Allison but want to treat her right. There are tears on my cheeks again – that woman!