Note: It's official - Minx withdrawal has set in and it's not pretty! Bleepin' writers need a bleepin' talking to and now it's too bleepin' late arrrggghhh! Sorry sorry mini meltdown over…..until tomorrow! Ok this chapter is Bianca's thoughts on that second morning after so yeah we're still with the 8/24 episode ;-)
Breakfast and Beyond
Bianca was trying very hard not to get lost but she was failing miserably and loving it. They were having breakfast in the huge kitchen in Wildwind, the familiar surroundings doing little to help keep the brunette focused. It was hard to focus when the object of her affection was sitting opposite her doing things to a croissant that were having the strangest effect on Bianca's libido. Two nights, two wonderful amazing nights and Bianca was hooked for life. The brunette marvelled at how yet again she found herself in love's uncertain sea swimming against the risk of heartache and broken friendships only to become nothing more than a shell and Marissa the mermaid who had hooked her. Gabrielle's favourite Disney movie sprang to mind and Bianca found that she had no trouble at all in picturing her gorgeous girlfriend as Ariel.
"What are you smiling at?"
Brown eyes blinked rapidly their gaze rising from that luscious mouth. Sunlight shone through the huge windows behind Bianca its brightness making the honey hazel of Marissa's eyes seem almost olive like in colour. The effect was deepened by the humour twinkling within those lovely depths; Bianca thought of Ariel again and bit back a giggle that got her lover's eyebrows arching.
"Come on out with it."
"Have you ever watched the Little Mermaid?"
Marissa pulled the cutest little frown of confusion.
"Do I want to know how we moved from your smile to a Disney movie?"
"I'm thinking with the right bathing costume you could pull off Ariel."
The look on Marissa's face set Bianca's giggle free and her heart did a little dance when Marissa started to laugh too. And it struck Bianca again that she was so very very hooked.
"You know the sad thing is I love your inner goof too much to actually feel insulted that you just compared me to a cartoon."
Bianca smirked.
"There was nothing remotely cartoonish about the visual I was having."
Marissa grinned.
"Is this where you tell me you have a mermaid fetish? Because really I have no clue where to get a mermaid's tail."
Their combined laughter echoed throughout the quiet kitchen mingling with the brightness of the sun to bring a fuller warmth to the room. Marissa got to her feet.
"As much as I'd love to continue this I need to go pick up AJ. Can we meet for lunch?"
Bianca nodded and made to stand but Marissa stopped her by leaning in for a lingering kiss.
"Krystal's around 1ish?"
The brunette could only nod again, her mind too lost in that sensuous kiss. Marissa gave Bianca another quick kiss before saying goodbye and rushing from the room.
Bianca sat there for a long time letting her mind do what it had always done; process. And not about her past or her pain, not about the women who had come and gone leaving indelible marks on her heart but about the future. Last night Marissa had demonstrated beyond all reasonable doubt that not only was she very sure in what she wanted but that she was also a very quick study. Bianca shivered at the memory of that succulent mouth doing amazing things to her. And there was no doubting the delight Marissa took in driving the brunette to her very limits coasting her along a wave of pleasure until Bianca screamed from the intensity of it. Bianca was beginning to suspect that her new lover liked to hear her scream which was a good thing because it was something she found she couldn't help; not with Marissa anyway.
Just like Bianca couldn't help but fall harder and faster in love with the redhead with every passing moment they spent together. The deep bond of their already strong friendship was a foundation that seemed to strengthen not only their emotional tie but also their physical one. Marissa had always been an affectionate person so the crossover from friends to lovers seemed almost innate for her; there was no uncertainty, no reluctance, no hesitation nothing but fervent passion. It made Marissa Bianca's dream woman only she wasn't a dream at all, she was real and this was happening and Bianca was finding it harder and harder to hold on to her reservations.
Those little walls Bianca had erected to protect herself from another Maggie or another Reese all came tumbling down. Marissa made her forget about risk and heartache and pain. The promises Bianca had made to herself about never going down this path again were nothing but forgotten leaves carried away by the warm breeze that was Marissa's love for her. Hooked; Bianca was completely irrevocably hooked and it made her happier than she had been in a very long time.
And that happiness made Bianca think of the future, their future, Marissa and hers and the girls and AJ. They could be a family. The brunette shook her head in bemusement; she was becoming a stereotype ready to u haul after the second date. Because that was definitely where she wanted her and Marissa to go next. Wildwind wasn't home, as much as both Bianca and the girls loved living there it wasn't theirs, it was Caleb's. Bianca wanted somewhere to call home, somewhere that would be full of happiness and laughter and love. And the only place that could be was a place where she could have both her daughters and her lover together.
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Krystal's restaurant seemed surprisingly quiet after the cyclone that was Erica Kane had come and gone. Bianca didn't try to hide her upset because she knew from the compassion in Marissa's eyes that her lover had already sensed it. Marissa had the uncanny ability to do that with Bianca, to see right through her in a way few others had. And she knew just what to say to lift Bianca's mood and make her laugh. Bianca loved her for it, loved her more for being brave enough to want to try to direct the mighty Erica Kane away from her own narcissism and towards her daughter. The rejection of Erica's disinterest didn't seem as hurtful as it had in the past because Bianca sensed her girlfriend behind her, sensed Marissa's love and support and pride. And even though her mother had no clue about who Marissa was to Bianca, the brunette was more convinced than ever that Marissa was her home.
Opal's subtle hints suggested that Bianca was not the only one thinking along those lines. Bianca followed her old friend's advice and took Marissa for a walk. One house in particular caught their interest, Marissa slowed down as they passed it. Bianca was sure the redhead's attention shifted from the huge garden and its swing set to the windows upstairs. Could Marissa picture the kids out in that garden, AJ and Miranda on the seesaw as Gabrielle giggled at them from her place on the swing? Or was the redhead's thoughts lingering somewhere upstairs in one of those rooms where there would a bed that was not hers but theirs?
Bianca was never very good at subterfuge; her attempts at questioning Marissa brought her no further forward in gaging her lover's reaction to the possibility of them sharing a home. Yes Marissa liked the house but did that mean she would like to live in it with Bianca and their kids? There was that twinkle again though, that certain little spark of something in Marissa's lovely eyes that told Bianca that her girlfriend was on to her. And when Marissa held out her hand in invitation Bianca took it hoping they were both on the same page. But even if they weren't Bianca didn't mind, they were together and they were happy and outside of that everything else could wait.
