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So... the plan was for this to be the drama filled dinner at the 6-seater table... however, I figured I could squeeze in some alone time for our two girls before that. Plus, I had a couple requests for it... so, I came up with this. I know it's a bit shorter, but I hope you all enjoy it anyway. Give me credit, I have a headache the size of the Atlantic and it hurts to have my eyes open. So most of this was written with them closed. I did give a quick read-through, but I'm sure there are mistakes, and they all belong to me!
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"Oh, hello girls," is the cheery voice that causes me to sit straight up in bed, bringing a still half asleep Katie with me, my arms wrapped around her top-naked form. "I started to worry when I didn't hear anything." I give her my best morning scowl, but I'm sure my mum's not getting the full effect when she starts to chuckle, bringing a plate of toast and spread to the bedside table along with two cups of tea, and some honey. I look at the honey for a minute, and before I can look up to my only parental figure to ask her with my eyes why she brought it, she's turned around and walked out, closing my bedroom door behind her.
I lay back down resettling my body. Katie grumbles, obviously irritated that her beauty sleep was interrupted, even if it is for food and tea. I watch in rapt fascination as her body starts to wake up properly. I've never watched her wake up. She's usually up, showered, and dressed way before I even attempt to open my eyes.
It's nice, this is, to just be in her arms, feeling her waking up, just feeling everything. I don't ever want to move from this spot. A deep intake of breath moves into my lungs when her acrylic nails softly draw patters on my skin. My eyes glance down at her. She has a soft, angelic smile on her lips and her eyes are still closed. Fuck, she's radiant! I watch her, feeling the steady heat starting to fill my body from her gentle touch.
"Babe…" her voice whispers out, her eyes still closed. I feel her take in a deep breath and then her heated exhale tickles my skin. She sounds like honey.
"Yeah," I manage to husk out in response. I attempt to clear my throat, but it doesn't work so well. I want a fag, badly, especially with her heating me up from the inside out. She doesn't answer me, but her fingernails continue along my skin, leaving bumps and a trail of fire as they move. My arm tightens around her shoulders and that causes her beautiful brown eyes to flutter open and look up at me. I really think I'm done for, not that I really would have argued the point before, but now… Christ… this is what I want. This is ALL that I want. I know I should have larger aspirations than just being with Katie, but for the first time in my life I'm not looking to the future, just trying to live in the now. "Katie," I whisper softly after she still hasn't responded.
"Nothing… well…" my ears perk up as I listen, ready to do anything she wants, simply anything, "… could you pass me some tea?" I laugh lightly and try to move my body away from Katie, twisting away from her. She doesn't let me go, not fully at least and I pour both cups. For some reason I stir some honey into one of them and turn back as best as I can with a Fitch attached around my middle. She adjusts enough so that I can sit up a bit, and she does the same… scooting up, at least. Her arm loosens around me, but only because she reaches up to pluck the cup closest to her right out of my hand, the one with the sweet nectar in it.
I watch her intently, her lips curling around the edge of the mug, blowing softly on the heated liquid for a minute before taking a sip. Her eyes close and she hums her approval. I silently thank my mum for bringing the honey in the first place, because I'm fairly certain that that is the reason for the contented noise coming from her. I start to wonder, then, how my mother knew that Katie enjoyed the sweetness in her tea. How often had Gina had tea with this twin, with this Fitch? Or could it be that Emily sometimes liked it in her tea, so she assumed that Katie may enjoy it as well.
"What are you thinking so intently about?"
My gaze flicks down to the woman still cuddled into my side and a smile slowly makes its way to my lips. "Nothing important," I respond. She doesn't look convinced. I start to panic, my mind whirling like a tornado trying to think of something, anything really, that could possibly change the subject. "So, what are we doing today before dinner?"
I feel her chuckle, her body vibrating into mine even before I hear a squeak of a laugh. "I was thinking we could just stay in, put on a DVD or something," she says as she starts to pull away from me. The muscles in my arms want to tighten, want to keep the warmth of her form against me, but I let her go. Katie pushes her way out of the duvet and she moves over to my rather minuscule DVD collection. I cringe internally. I don't have much in the way of movies to choose from, and most of them tend to be of a particular theme.
She's stood in just her knickers, her body facing away from me with the mug in one hand while her other slides down the spines of the DVD cases, as if she's reading them by touch. I shiver slightly, wishing to feel that touch against my skin. I'm envious of those plastic containers, they get to feel her touch, uninhibited, unreserved. I bring up the tea, suddenly needing somewhere to divert my attention so I don't drive myself completely mental. "Fuck," I curse loudly as the boiling liquid burns my lips and tongue, growling to myself.
Katie's head turns, one hand holding one movie halfway out of its spot, "Alright?" My blond head nods. I feel like a complete idiot. Her eyes move up to mine, as if she's not really paying attention to my answer, but rather she's finding it in my eyes. Her head nods, as if I somehow gave her the right answer and she turns her gaze back to the movies. I can't help my eyes moving along the smooth skin of her naked back, following along her curves, up her spine, over her shoulder blades. My breath hitches, and it stays there, stuck in my throat. "Do you like this one?" she asks, holding one of the DVD's over her shoulder with one hand for me to see, her eyes still roaming the other possibilities.
I'm having a hard time moving my gaze to the picture and name of it, but I manage to do so. My eyebrows shoot up and my throat clears. "Um… you realize…" I'm forced to clear my throat again and I blow on the tea this time before taking a sip, not burning myself this time. Katie's eyes are now on me, she's turned halfway around, the case conveniently covering the mouthwatering profile of her left breast.
"Is it good?" she asks when I don't complete my sentence.
"Yes," I find myself answering, before deciding to elaborate, "It's good, but it's… Katie…" She turns back around, holding the DVD at her side and looking at her other options.
"So, this looks good, you said so yourself…" she pauses, "… or…" she pauses again, "Lost and Delirious."
"You realize they're both lesbian flicks, right?" I blurt out. She laughs, which eases the tension in my body, but only somewhat. She looks over at me, her chocolate eyes holding a glint of what I can only describe as mischief.
"Yes," she says, a slight husk to her voice.
I try to swallow down another gulp of the heated liquid, feeling it burn its way down. "I would probably suggest Lost and Delirious because the other one has a rather graphic… scene… in it. I don't know if you'd want to see that." My heart is pounding against my ribcage so violently that I'm sure they're about to crack under the strain.
"Why wouldn't I?" she asks, turning around to face me fully. She's holding the two movies against her chest, shielding them from my hungry gaze. I feel desire start between my legs and work its way throughout my body. Why does she have to look at me that way? My lips part and I take in a much needed breath… I hadn't even realized I stared holding it. "You act like I've never seen lesbians before."
"Not like that," I shoot back at her before thinking better of it.
"Better than Chocolate it is then…" she smirks to me, setting the other one back on the shelf. I watch as she slides the disc in and turns on the telly. Katie then backs up to sit at the foot of the bed until she gets the movie started. I think I'm more uncomfortable than she is about this.
We've been watching the movie for a little while, and I know the painting scene is coming up. Katie's sat next to me, seemingly enchanted by the movie. Don't get me wrong, it's good, but she's watching it with an interest that I didn't know she had. I start to tense, I love the scene where they paint each other. It's so erotic and beautiful. I pull my body into a seated position, crossing my legs and putting my back against the cool frame.
Katie moves from beside me, pulling my legs from under me so she can be sat between my legs. Her body leans back into mine, the soft pressure of her body pushing me back harder into the cold surface. Her hands sit atop my thighs. I don't know if she realizes she's doing it, but as the two main characters paint each other she starts to run those nails along the bare skin there. The paintbrush moves over the silky skin, around and over nipples, up along collarbones and covering their pulse points, it crosses their cheeks and their asses. My body is reacting to what I'm watching on the screen, coupled with the touch along my sensitive skin.
I know I need to move before my hands start to have a mind of their own. Just before I adjust my body she reaches back and grasps my hands and she brings them up to sit right below her collarbones, right above her tits. Her hands cover mine, and I can feel the rapid beating of her heart. "Enjoying the show," I whisper, my voice sounding a little deeper than usual, more sensual. I feel her body shake slightly… intriguing. Katie's hands tighten over mine, and that's enough of an answer for me.
We stay like that until the credits begin to roll. Her heart is still beating against my fingertips, and I'm still holding back, I have to. I can't read her mind. I have no idea what she's thinking. Sometimes she's sending me signals and other times I feel as if I've made the whole thing up. Right now is one of the times where I feel the signals coming off her as if there was a proper sign over her head letting me know what is going on. Of course there wasn't, that would have made everything much more clear for me… which would have made it too easy.
"It's about time to start getting ready," she says, breaking me from my thoughts as she sits up.
"Oh, right… am I meeting you there?" We didn't really plan on how we were going to meet up, so it was a valid question. I was already feeling the loss the moment her skin left mine, and now a nervous chill was running through me. What a completely horrible feeling.
"Yeah, I've got to get going. You should, like, shower and get ready. Give me a couple hours, and then come over, yeah?" I watch her as she starts covering up her body with clothes as she prepares to leave. I can't bring myself to say anything to her. Nothing in my vast vocabulary could even touch on the fact that I just don't want her to leave. I want her to stay with me, be with me in every sense of the word. She walk back toward me, now fully clothed and leans down to peck my cheek, grabbing a piece of now cold toast as she saunters from my room, leaving me to wrap myself in the cold duvet. I don't think it will ever feel right without her with me in it again.
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So, Fitch Family dinner for sure next chapter. I just had to slip this in... but c'mon... can you blame me?
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