Tiny update, but I need to sleep and it'll make more sense if the third part is longer.
This has crossed into some rather trippy, AU territory,which is pretty new on me, but bare with it if you will.
Thanks for the all the reviews for the first part.
Cut open my heart and turn on the light,
Cut open my heartache if you like.
I've got nothing to hide.
They lay curled up for a long while, Carla spooning Michelle, holding her, clinging to her. Michelle gripped Carla's arms as they wrapped around her, stroking her smooth skin with one thumb. Skin to skin, they were so close they almost merged; absorbed the other in some strange but wonderful way.
Michelle could feel Carla's soft breaths against the back of her neck, feel her heart beating against her back. The pace of her heart rate strangely soothed her: It was calm, relaxed; not sped up in fear or anxiety as she'd feared it would be.
Only when she felt completely assured that she was ok to do so, did Michelle turn around to face her: so close now their noses almost touched. They said nothing at first, before, almost in synch, they both burst into simultaneous giggles, throwing their arms around each other and forming a warm embrace.
"What are we even doing?" Carla asked through girly giggles.
"I dunno!" the other woman replied, but without pulling away or communicating any desire to.
"It feels good, though".
"Yeah, yeah it does."
The door buzzer abruptly interrupted the moment, ringing at what seemed like five times its normal volume as it cut through the silence.
"Leave it!" Carla teased, pulling Michelle back towards her.
"I can't, it might be urgent!" She replied, gently freeing herself and reaching for the dressing gown on the bedroom door. "I'll get rid of them".
Carla sighed and threw herself against the bed like a frustrated teenager.
Michelle half-ran to the receiver, still giggling to herself as she picked it up. "Yep?"
"Hiya Michelle, it's Peter. Is Carla there?"
In the bedroom, Carla looked confused. It was only then that she noticed her phone on the floor where she'd thrown it earlier. 5 missed calls. Shit. She signaled to Michelle to buzz to him up, scanning the floor for her clothes.
"Alright 'Chelle, love? Oh… sorry, did I wake you?" Peter was visibly confused as reached the top of the stairs and caught sight of Michelle in her dressing gown.
"Oh uh, no". She replied, unsure of what she should be saying. Had she technically just been caught in bed with another man's girl?
As Carla emerged from the bedroom, still buttoning up her blouse, Peter's jaw practically dropped to the floor in shock. She wasn't sure why she wasn't trying to hide what had happened – whatever that was exactly, but somehow it felt wrong to.
"Uh…" Peter looked dumbfounded as his eyes switched between his girlfriend and her former sister-in-law, trying to register what was going on. Michelle bit her lip, giving Carla an awkward look. Carla grinned, before walking over to Michelle and draping her arms around her shoulders from behind. Maybe it was the 3 bottles of wine they'd drunk between them, but she felt suddenly confident and slightly giddy.
"This is a dream, right?" Peter floundered, clueless as to how to respond.
The two women merely smiled as Michelle reached up to hold Carla's hand. "We were just wondering the same thing" she said, not entirely sure why her tone of voice was so flirty.
"Right…"
Carla laughed loudly now, bringing one arm down from Michelle's shoulders and stretching it to Peter. "But hey, if it is a dream, we'd best make a good one before the alarm goes off, 'ey?" She grinned. "You don't mind, do you 'Chelle?"
"What the hell?" She grinned back. "This isn't real, right?"
Peter hesitated for several seconds before slowly, reluctantly reaching out one hand to his girlfriend. She slipped off his jacket, throwing it casually across the room to Michelle's sofa, where it landed in a crumpled heap over one arm. "Good", she smiled, leading him back into the bedroom as Michelle followed from behind.
