Skye was left speechless, still feeling the kiss on her lips. It was everything she had dreamed it would be, and Melinda's lips were so soft.
But Melinda's speedy exit left her reeling. Why had she run? Seriously? You don't just kiss a girl and run, Skye thought to herself. She inhaled sharply, feeling a physical pain in her heart. Maybe she had been right about the other agent not being able to return her feelings. But no, Melinda had come on to her first. That meant there had to be something there.
It was time to chase the girl. Skye stalked down the bus hallways to the one place she knew Melinda would run to: the cockpit. It was her safe space when everything was falling down around her. She'd run and hide there, just like she had after the "ghost" girl incident.
Skye hesitated outside the door, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Obviously, there was an attraction between her and Melinda, but did that necessarily mean Skye had to pursue it? There was only one way to find out. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
Melinda turned around in surprise. "Skye!" she exclaimed. She had been standing in the center of the room, obviously trying to get her thoughts together. Skye closed the door behind her.
"We need to talk," she said in a low voice, eyeing Melinda carefully.
"I'm sorry," Melinda said. "What happened was an accident. It won't happen again."
"You're so full of shit," Skye said, closing the gap between them. She could feel Melinda's breath on her lips. "I know you want this."
Melinda looked torn. "I have trouble letting people in," she whispered. "You're only going to get hurt."
"That's a risk I'll have to take," Skye answered. She kissed Melinda gently, placing her hands on the side of Melinda's head. It was a surprise when the other agent roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her in deeper. Skye moaned with pleasure, feeling Melinda's tongue beginning to explore her mouth. Melinda growled softly, pushing Skye back until she fell into the seat.
Melinda wasted no time in following her, straddling her hips. She grabbed Skye's face and kissed her again, and Skye let Melinda take complete control. "You want more?" she asked.
"God, yes," Skye moaned.
Melinda began kissing her way down Skye's jawline, causing her to feel a tingling sensation between her legs. She moaned again, completely giving in to Melinda. She closed her eyes and threw her head back and Melinda lips moved down her neck. Gently, Melinda started nipping at the sensitive skin, and Skye felt a wetness grow between her legs.
Melinda's rough, calloused hands snaked their way up under her shirt. Within seconds, it was off. "Once we do this, there's no going back," Melissa said in a husky voice.
"I know," Skye replied. "But I want this with you. Will you let me in?"
"I will," Melinda replied, pulling away. "But not like this."
"What do you mean?" Skye asked.
"I don't want to jump straight into sex. I want a relationship with you Skye. A real one, with emotions and stuff."
Skye nodded in understanding. "That's what I want too," she said.
"I'm no good at this," Melinda admitted. "I'm afraid I'm just going to lose you like I lose everyone else I care about."
"Hey," Skye said, standing. She gently grabbed Melinda's face and looked her in the eyes. "That is not gonna happen."
"We don't know that," Melinda replied. "Tomorrow is promised to no one. I know that better than most."
"Well, I'm here now," Skye said. She placed another gentle kiss on Melinda's lips. "And I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon. We can take it slow. Take all the time you need. I'll be here. I promise."
Melinda nodded, tears forming in her eyes. Skye wrapped her up in a hug. "It's gonna be ok," she said. "We're gonna be ok."