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Chapter 4
Peaches. She did smell like peaches, but she tasted like peppermint. It was okay, although Lauren was more a spearmint kind of girl. But with all that softness and tenderness and fruitiness all around her, who was she to complain? Peppermint was good. Yeah, very good indeed.
Hands roaming along sides. Noses brushing against cheeks. Lips moving along lower lip and upper lip and back again. Hair got pulled here and there. Fingertips lingering on tender spots beneath her rib cage. On her bare skin. Under that old sleeping shirt she was wearing.
L:"Mmmh..."
Moan? Really? But yeah, why not? It felt great, so that Bo-Girl had earned it. She herself explored that half naked lower body with the outside of her right hand. Carefully. Slowly. Tentatively. From hipbone to knee and up again lightly scratching her nails into mesomorphic flesh.
B:"Ohhh..."
Strike. Holding up her upper body with her left arm. Hovering above Barn-Bo. She didn't even know this woman. Not a bit. Just a name. Bo Dennis. Living on an island. All alone. In a barn. A demolished barn. A demolished, slowly rotting barn. She could still be some kind of serial killer. A damn hot serial killer with...
B:"Goshhh..."
Oh she had found a sensitive spot. Right above the brunette's hip bone. Maybe, if the nail of her thumb brushed along that hollow and her palm clasped around the waist, maybe she'd hear this freaking erotic, husky voice again.
Skin, so voluptuous to touch. Lips, so unbearable to resist. Tastes, so uncommon to her senses.
Flip. Now trapped underneath. A heavy and overly warm but God damn welcoming female body on top of hers. A leg finding its way between her legs. Tangled in limbs, sheets, smells... That's what heaven must be like.
Maybe that's how it felt like being an astronaut. Thousands of thousands of miles above the clouds. Maybe that's how it felt like seeing the stars from up there. Like the one she could see with her eyes closed right now.
Maybe that's how it felt like doing things without overthinking and analyzing all of them. Like she had done her whole life.
Gingerly, wet, sensual tongue. A distraction of that train of thoughts coming up again. A carefully sliding, silk-like tongue, testing waters along her upper lip. Solicited her mouth to open up and to bestow entrance. Like the prudent person she was, the only thing there was to do now was- you know, skip prudence. That tongue felt unlike anything she had ever experienced. She wanted more. More taste. More tongue. More lips. More skin. More...
L:"W-wait..."
What?
B:"Wh-what?"
Yeah, dudette. What?
L:"P-please... uh, slo-slow down."
No. Don't slow down. Go on. Go further. Make me...
B:"Sorry-I..."
L:"No, it's not..."
B:"Yes, I-uh..."
Now she's gone, well done blondie! What's up with you? It has been months. Months! She's hot, you're hot, she's turned on, you're turned on more than ever ... Peppermint-Peaches! Seriously!
L:"It's just, I- we..."
B:"Yeah, I know."
L:"You do?"
B:"Yes."
Good, maybe she could explain it? 'cause blondie didn't! And now, cold again! No brunette to look up to. No lips, no legs, no heavy welcoming warmth. No getting more. At least some taste was left and that scent. God she smelled like peaches. Lauren loved peaches. All sweet and juicy and sticky and... Stop it.
L:"Maybe I should go. The storm is gone and- I..."
B:"Yeah, I understand."
Great. No getting lucky for that stranded chicken tonight. Or ever for that matter.
L:"It's just that..."
B:"You don't have to explain."
L:"It feels like I have to."
B:"No, really. It's- not a requisite to get away from me. Just go."
Wha-? Where did that come from?
L:"I don't need a requisite-"
B:"That's what I just said, you- you know what? Whatever!"
Oh great. Very mature. Just turn around and cut me off.
L:"Bo-"
B:"Lauren, just go."
L:"O-kay."
Not okay. Not not not okay.
L:"So, uh, goodnight and, uhm- thanks for..."
A snore.
B:"Whatever."
Yeahhh, right. Standing up she left. Her legs still wobbly. Her chest still heaving. Her left arm like jelly. Tomorrow would be getting interesting. How could she look into those chocolate brown eyes again without these- feelings?
But first things first. How was she about to find any sleep after what had just happened? How, huh?
L:"I am such a dork!"
And again sleep wouldn't come. Sleep was left out for that night. Sleep was an ass.
Who needed sleep anyways? It was luxury. Yeah, okay, every being needed some decent rest. And yeah, without, one would die eventually.
Sea dogs were sleeping with one eye left open. Albatrosses were sleeping while they were flying. Some animals were sleeping with just one of their cerebral hemisphere. At least they all slept.
All but her. Laying on a bed of nails. Now more present than ever. Now that she knew about that being in heaven-shit.
Was that the sun? Sitting up, looking around. It was brighter than it had been before. When did that happen? Did she fall asleep without noticing? Listening. Nothing. Listening a bit more. Still nothing. No bird, no rain, no Bo, no- no Bo?
L:"Bo?"
Gosh, her throat burnt. Her voice breathy. She was in need for some water. Getting up. Cold wood, warm air. No more peppermint taste. Nope, actually far from peppermint. More like- oh yes, a bottle of water. A glass on the sink. Filled up. Emptied in seconds. Another one. Now that was better. Okay, she would give her voice another try.
L:"Bo?"
No answer. Yet again. Okay, maybe she had heard but wouldn't answer. Talking about last night. Talking about a spirit of stubbornness. Talking about the fishing brunette. Fishing? Maybe she had gone to work.
Why hadn't she realized, that the brunette had left this starless accommodation?
Heading for the door. Stretching her arm for the handle and...
L:"Ouch!"
Door against head. This wood was more stable than she had thought. Head lost that battle. Rubbing her hand along the throbbing pain.
B:"Dammit, freaking, fu- Lauren? God, I'm sorry. You okay?"
Oh there it was. That scent. Fruits for breakfast... wasn't an option after- you know.
L:"Wow, ouch. Yes, thanks. I just was- not prepared to get a door-to-head-check."
A chuckle. That was a good sign. And a soft hand on her skin that wasn't her own. Even better.
B:"But normally you are?"
L:"I'm always prepared."
That sounded a bit dirty. Wasn't intended. Not really. But, a bit, yes.
That caressing touch along the side of her cheek stopped abruptly. Where did you go? The brunette walked past. The blonde closed that boxer of a door and turned around.
L:"Why, uh, why were you cursing, when you came in?"
B:"I wasn't."
L:"Sure you were."
B:"Nope."
L:"Okay maybe our vocabulary has a different definition of words like 'dammit' and 'freaking' and one you shouldn't say with the mouth you kiss your mother with."
B:"You don't know my mother!"
Oh. That harshness again. Wrong time, for the wrong joke. She had a really good sense of timing. Not.
L:"I'm sorry, I- I wasn't about to pry or assume that-"
B:"Whatever."
Walking over to the sink. Was the brunette fixing breakfast? She shouldn't cut those tomatoes with that much force or she'd...
B:"Freaking, fuck. Damn!"
L:"Let me see."
B:"No."
Hiding the cut. Really? That shirt would be kaput with all that blood on it. Stubborn brunette.
L:"C'mon. Let me see."
B:"Why? It's just a cut."
L:"So why are you crying then, when it's nothing. Now stop being childish and let-me-see!"
A sniff.
B:"I'm not crying."
Sure.
L:"Okay. That is a deep one. Do you have any medical supplies around here? Some disinfectant? Some gauze? Anything? We need to stop the bleeding."
The cut on her palm wasn't as bad as it could have been. Wouldn't even need stitches. But with all the strength Bo laid upon the knife it could have been worse. Nonetheless her left hand was covered in red liquid and some droplets found their way onto the floor. Still there was no answer.
L:"Bo? I asked for some- Bo?"
She looked pale. Really pale. Like ghost-pale. And she stood there staring at the wound. Her breaths puffy. Short. Short and puffy.
L:"Bo? Bo, look at me."
One hand around the wrist, holding the wounded hand up a bit, tightly to suppress the veins, the other cupping a rather cold and slightly sweaty cheek. Chin up.
L:"Look at me. Okay- good. It's not that bad, Bo. Okay? I tell you what we'll do. We gonna get you to sit down on the couch, yes? You'll tell me where I can find some gauze and in a matter of seconds you'll be as good as new. Okay?"
Eyes searching eyes. Light on dark ones. A small nod of the barn-woman. Not that tough anymore. The blonde was leading her to sit down.
B:"Bathroom, under- sink."
Her voice. Unsteady. Hoarse. Her breath. Shallow. Panting. Her skin. Still white. Still cold. Still sweaty.
L:"Okay. Look at me."
Holding her chin up again.
L:"I'll be right back. Don't faint. I'll fix this."
Just blinking the eyes. No nodding. No other movement. Staring at the blonde. Walking backwards. Holding gazes. Turning and rushing for the bathroom. Searching the items. The brunette was well stuffed. More or less a whole pharmacy inside that closet. Interesting.
Grabbing the objects needed, running back. Just in time to see the woman staring at the cut, forearm covered in blood stains, slowly gliding to towards the floor.
L:"Oh no, no, no. You won't. Come on. Look at me."
Holding the drifting body. Slapping her cheeks.
L:"Hey! Stay with me here. Okay? I got all that I need. So, lay back on the couch. There you go."
Helping her lay down. Legs up on the backrest. Kneeling on the floor, she held the blood covered palm and began to clean up the mess.
Chocolate orbs observed the facial features of the healer. Focusing her gaze on the blonde in front of her.
B:"I'm not good with blood. I mean, seeing my own blood. Never have been. The docs had had to force me to get some blood samples when I was little."
That explained all that medical stuff.
B:"And I'm healthy."
Looking up. Confused. Healthy? Yes okay.
B:"I mean, because- we don't know each other and here you are with my, you know, all over you and I just wanted you to know. I- I don't have a contagious disease, or something."
L:"Okay."
She hadn't even thought about that.
B:"I'm all checked."
L:"Yes, good."
B:"Living on an Island and alone and stuff. I do prevention."
What?
B:"No, I mean... I get checked. My blood. Whether I'm healthy or I need to add some more minerals and stuff. And I also get checked for diseases. I do much better with blood samples now than I did as a kid. I just faint every now and then."
Should have been a joke. But didn't reach the right spots.
Silence. She wasn't good with standing silence. She wasn't good in talking either. But she needed distraction. From the facts she had just heard. From those scents and the feel of touching the other woman's skin. From those pictures of last night coming up when she breathed in. From those emotions almost bursting her chest when she breathed out.
L:"So you wanna tell me what made you curse like that?"
Keeping her eyes on the job at hand. Literally.
B:"I didn't curse. I just- needed to vent my, ouwa!"
L:"Sorry."
B:"That really burns!"
L:"I should have told you. Disinfecting hurts a bit."
B:"How do you know all that?"
L:"Know what?"
B:"You acted really fast and all in control as if you did something like that everyday."
Looking up shortly. Those dark orbs still fixed on whiskey brown ones. Better to not stare, better to continue to disinfect the wound, better to gather her own thoughts.
L:"Yes, well, I kind of do that as a living."
B:"So you're a doc?"
L:"You sound surprised."
B:"N- no. It's, uhm, just..."
L:"Yes, you don't need to interlard your speech. I know. You look at me and you see that dumb blonde girl who floats onto the middle of the ocean in a rubber boat, who is afraid of lightning and who seems like someone who needs a safety net... Someone like me couldn't do something like being a doctor. Bearing responsibility for others in need, when that one is more in need of being carried than anyone else."
That's what all of them saw in her. That's why she wanted to prove them wrong. Or maybe prove it to herself, too.
B:"That's not what I see when I look at you."
Her voice had changed in tone. Not husky but more of a whisper. More kind. More caring. More something she couldn't name.
L:"I'm not a doc. Well, not what you think of a doc. I'm a vet."
Holding her breath. Staring at the cut. Pressing some compress upon the bleeding area. Trying to maintain busy.
B:"A vet."
L:"In flesh and blood. Oh, uh, sorry. Terrible use of words here."
Wrapping the gauze around the hand. Still pressing at the wound to keep the blood in check.
L:"See? All good now. You should keep the pressure a bit longer. Uh, what's that saying? It'll all be healed until you'll be getting married."
B:"That is a terrible one."
L:"Sorry, it's all I could do with the supplies I-"
B:"No I meant the saying. You did a great job here. Thank you, for everything. You must be a great vet."
A compliment? Looking up. Searching for anything that revealed those words for what they had to be. Just words. But finding nothing but sincerity.
When did they get so close? Face to face. Still holding onto each others hands. Warm eyes staring into insecure ones. Hearts beating fast and strong. One could hear their song from miles away. Leaning forward. Just a few inches more. Breath fell on her lips. Hot and slightly wet. A bit closer. Noses barely touching.
B:"So, uh, breakfast?"
Blinking her eyes, remaining in the position for a second longer. What- where- when...? The brunette was off the couch in a rush. Starting to set the table and boiling some water to make coffee the old fashioned way.
Gulp.
L:"S-sure."
Standing up. Cleaning up the former aid-bench. Tossing used, wet, red gauze into the trash near by.
L:"I- uh, can I take a shower?"
B:"Yes sure. But it'll be cold since we used all of the warm water yesterday. The sun has yet to-"
L:"I don't care."
She really didn't, just needed space. Fast. Now. To think. To not think. To get away from all these- things inside of her, making no sense at all. Not looking back she made her way to the home-installed-waterfall. Maybe some cool water would wash away the boiling heat growing from deep within her body.
The Island-Lady had been right, it was freezing cold. Like, what the heck, freezing cold. Shivering, she stood under the spray. Must have been at least fifteen minutes now. Fifteen minutes, three hours, until a chasm yawned. God, she had been so stupid. Why had she been so stupid? Kissing a total stranger. Laying in the bed of a total stranger. Almost going all the way with a total stranger.
L:"'Wh- what could p- p- possibly go wrong?' He s- s- aid. Dam- mit!"
She had to get out of that shower. Or she would die because of hypothermia. Not a pleasant way to go.
Stepping forward, turning the water off. Better. But still her body was shaking. Clutching her arms around herself.
L:"Shit!"
She had forgotten to take her clothes with her. And some towels.
L:"G- great, Lewis. Dork T- two point O-o! Th- the new update available n- now."
Looking around. Teeth chattering. A chair near the door. A towel. A shirt, not hers' but it would fit. A shorts, not hers' either but better then nothing. That brunette must have placed it there for her. Getting ready to go back into awkward-land outside that bathroom.
At the table. One plate. One mug. One napkin. Vegetables, fruits, bread and some cheese. Neatly arranged. A pot of coffee waiting for her. No Bo. A small piece of paper staring back at her.
L:"Enjoy your meal."
And she did. In silence. Alone.