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Felicity
"I do wish we could've seen her face when we closed the door," Pippa whined as we entered our spacious room. I stepped in behind her and shut the door as quietly as possible. I remember thinking that there was no reason to wake the whole school.
"I can imagine it just fine," I sighed as I slid my dress off. Pippa was doing the same on her side of the room. We had abandoned our dressing screens months ago on the basis of friends have nothing to hide. Pippa had always been more nervous about nudity than me, but even she eventually realized the stupidity of hiding when we do not even undress fully.
"Well yes, I can imagine it too. But it's not the same as seeing the look of pure terror on her face. Oh my. I bet her eyes got even bigger!"
"That's not possible," I replied. I could not help but notice the way Pippa's frail arm reflected the moon light. Her long locks of black hair spread out wildly as she shook her hair out of its tight bun. At that moment she looked to me more beautiful than ever. My eyes loomed hungrily over her body.
Pulling myself out of my desiring thoughts, I asked, "What do you think of Gemma? Should we allow her to join our group?"
Pippa was now completely dressed in her nightgown. She crawled into her bed slowly, spending much too much time fluffing her pillow. I leaped into mine as if I was drowning and that was my life boat. Pip glanced up at me and rolled her perfect violet eyes. "We should wait and see how she reacts tomorrow. I bet she tells Nightwing."
For some reason I could not see Gemma doing that. She was the first person to stand up to me in years. For that I knew she would react vengefully. I was interested to see what that meant. "She won't tell. I know it. I rather like her though," I remark coolly.
A small glance to Pip's bed revealed how much these words hurt her. She looked as if I just suggested that we should no longer be friends. "Who knows? She might prove to be a better friend than you," I teased. Pip pouted in the most ridiculous exaggeration causing a hearty laugh to escape. After hearing my giddiness, Pip accepted that I was only kidding.
"You are a terribly mean girl, you know that Felicity Worthington?" Pippa's eyes were dancing. My stomach was burning as the heat in me rose. I knew I could use this opportunity to be close to her. "And you Miss. Cross are far too bold," I stated as I sprung out of bed. In less than a second I was tickling Pippa in all the places I knew she would hate.
"I surrender!" she laughed as I seized her in my arms. I had her head locked under my forearm as my other arm squeezed the slim skin on her stomach. "I'm sorry! I surrender!" she continued to giggle. I did finally let go, but not until we were both out of breath and exhausted. Pippa's rosy cheeks were pinker than ever. Her hair was knotted. And yet, she was still stunning.
I was pleasantly surprised when Pippa tugged me down onto her pillow. I allowed myself to imagine that she wanted to be with me as much as I wanted to be with her. Just like the night before, I imagined things I should not have. Regardless, there was denying that the previous night Pip had stiffened at the exact moment I had sighed with pleasure due to her moving body.
"Fee?" Pip asked quietly, still out of breath.
"Hmm?"
"Do you believe in love?"
I thought about this question with more concentration than I had used in a long while. Did I believe in love? That was easy; no. But then what were the feelings I had for Pippa. I knew without a doubt that I cared for her the way a woman should a man. Was it love?
"No," I sighed. "I wish I could."
"You don't love me?" The question caught me off guard. I didn't know if she felt love for me or if she was becoming suspicious of my motives. "Do you love me?" I replied in my most relaxed tone even though every nerve in my body was buzzing.
"Can I tell you something…secret?" Pippa returned. All these questions were straining my mind. I just wanted to know if she felt it too. "Sure," I said as I took her hand in mine for encouragement.
"Sometimes I wish you were a man." A chilly gust of wind blew through our window as I dazed into Pip's wide eyes. She bit down on her lip as she waited for a reply on my end. "I sometimes wish that too," I finally admit. "If I were, would you marry me Pippa Cross?"
"I would," she promised earnestly. And that was enough to make me happy for years. I leaned close and pressed my lips gently on Pippa's cheek. I didn't pull away right away because I knew that was the moment things could change. When I did finally slide my lips off her skin, the taste lingered. I slept blissfully that night.