Several hours later, the night started slowly falling. Remy sat by the small apartment window, watching as the weather changed from sunny to a freaking rainstorm in about two minutes. But hey, that's how it always was in this town. Her blue gaze shifted from building to building, person to person, never stopping to look at anything in particular. She held a cup of coffee in her hands, inhaling its awakening scent. She was thinking about last night. The parts she remembered were pretty exciting. A smile played on her face as she recalled this morning's events as well. Then, all of a sudden, she jumped, spilling a bit of coffee on the rug under her feet.
"Crap." She cursed as she stepped back from it, but something in her voice indicated it wasn't only the rug that made her swear. "Crap, she's coming over tonight."
Slight panic started stabbing at her. It was easy, sleeping with chicks you didn't know. Chicks that left your apartment early in the morning, and became one of the stories you tell when you and your friends have a couple of drinks. But Alison, it was different with her. Not only did Remy know her… intimately… but there was also something about the blonde she just couldn't put her finger on. She was just like her, calm and collected, but feisty when needed.
Remy shook her head to keep herself from thinking about it much further. She put her coffee on the coffee table and began cleaning out the rug. No, Alison wasn't going to show up. Of course, seeing her almost every day at work would become awkward, but it's not as awkward as the blonde showing up at her door. She wiped her hands on her pants once she was done and got up. The doorbell suddenly rung and Remy froze.
"Who is it?" She called, hoping it wasn't who she thought, no, knew, it was.
"Pizza delivery!" A muffled voice came as a response.
Remy sighed in relief. She knew she didn't order anything, but the two teenagers next door had pizza every night, so she hoped someone just made a mistake.
"It's two doors down the ha—" Remy began explaining before she even opened the door. Once she did, however, she saw the familiar figure of her colleague waiting for her.
A smile broke out Alison's face. "You actually fell for that?" She asked, obviously amused. "Wow." She commented once the laughing fit was over. In her hands, she held a bottle of champagne, pressed to her chest tightly, as if she were protecting it. Her hair was somewhat damp, and the red dress she wore didn't help out much against the wind and rain.
"Yeah, I just thought…" Remy began, perking up slightly at the sound of her laughter. God, it was like watching a baby smile. Adorable, and you can't look away. An almost smug look came across her face as she watched Alison, despite of the panic that was slowly getting to her. Her heart was racing, but she blamed that on the doorbell that scared her. "Champagne? Aw, babe, you didn't need champagne to get in my pants." She made one of the comments she often used when flirting with women. With men, seducing was much, much easier, but Remy liked a challenge. And conquering her colleague would be her best one yet. Although, watching her stand there in that small red dress, soaking wet, it was uncertain who was seducing who.
"Been there, done that." Alison barked back happily. Her knees trembled ever so slightly. Remy was used to flirting with women, Alison wasn't. So, she just decided to act as if a man was blocking her way in. "Well, are you going to let me in or what?"
"There's a toll you have to pay before passing inside." Remy answered with a smile, crossing her arms and leaning on the door frame.
"Hmm… What do I have to do?" Alison asked with genuine interest, arching a brow.
"A simple kiss will do." Remy answered, somehow managing to keep her voice steady. She grinned at Alison, wondering if she had the guts to do it, though Remy would eventually let her come inside anyway.
"A what?" Alison squeaked slightly, obviously unprepared for the answer. Mimicking Remy, she crossed her arms, careful not to drop the bottle. "Last night I got in without it." She commented, conjuring memories from the last night.
"Excuse me?" Remy asked with a chuckle. "Last night we were making out when we got in. I lowered the price." She explained, with a grin.
Alison felt her stomach sink, giving Remy a pouting, defeated look.
"Fine, stay there in that little hot dress of yours until someone pi—" And, again, Remy didn't get to finish. The blonde practically threw herself at her, sealing her lips with a passionate kiss. The champagne bottle dropped to the ground, somehow managed to survive the fall, and rolled away from the two.
Remy was surprised to find herself kissing back with equal passion. Her hands were on Alison's trembling hips as she pulled her closer, pressing a few more kisses to her jaw line as she gasped for air.
"Hey, you two, take it inside!" An elderly lade shouted from the open doors of the apartment across from Remy's, holding a ladle in an almost threatening manner.
"Let's go." Remy breathed huskily in Alison's ear, brushing a few golden locks away from her face.
"Alright." Alison agreed quietly, her gaze wandering off to the bottle on the floor. "Shouldn't I pick that up first?"
"Told ya, you don't need champagne to get in my pants." And with that, Remy pulled her inside, slamming the door shut behind them.