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The world began to come back into existence after the sun started to brighten up the bedroom that she was in. She felt a little disoriented, and she couldn't figure out where she was. The girl thought she remembered, but as she reached out to both sides to not find a body lying next to her, she began to panic. Brown eyes flashed open and she looked around the bedroom, no Gabrielle. Katie looked around to find no note, and she searched her cell to find no messages. The twin had thought that she would be the one who would freak out, not the other way around, not that she wasn't. She pulled her naked form from the bed-covers that she had somehow gotten under after she had passed out from the physical and emotional exhaustion brought on by the events of last night. The brunette looked in the red head's closet and found a large t-shirt and slipped into the knickers and bra she found on the ground, then the t-shirt, before walking into the living room.

There was still no sign of Gabrielle. The clothes that had been thrown to the floor had already been picked up. Her dress was folded neatly on the edge of the big couch, and the athlete's clothes were as missing as the girl herself was. Not that Katie was looking for her clothes, mind you, but she still couldn't see them either. The eldest Fitch child took herself out to the balcony, grabbing her fags on the way, and sat down on one of the cold chairs. Her knees came up into her chest after lighting the tip and taking a huge breath in of the toxic smoke.

Katie's mind was moving in a million different directions. What had she gone and done? Why had she gone after the red head, even going so far as to talk her into it? How had it gotten so far? She still wasn't gay, still didn't find any other woman attractive enough to wet her knickers the way Gabrielle did. Then again, if she thought about it, most of the boys couldn't get her that sodden after working to get her turned on. It had been a mistake, it changed everything.

A shutter ran through the brunette's form as she thought back to the events from the last night. The entire thing moved like a film playing in her mind and she could feel herself getting moist down below. Her tongue moved out to swipe at her lips as her brain recalled tasting her own juices on the football player's lips. She had never done that before, never wanted to know how she tasted, not until that very moment. The twin also hadn't had a lot of experience with having her muff munched. Most guys, obviously, didn't know what to do down there which didn't make it all that pleasure filled, and those that did venture to bring their lips down between her legs had never stayed there long enough for her to get wet enough to really get a good taste of herself.

What surprised Katie the most was that she actually enjoyed the salty sweet taste of her ambrosia on Gabrielle's lips. It made her wonder what the athlete herself tasted like… and that scared her. She wouldn't have had a clue what to do if she 'went down' on the red head. Sure, she knew there was some tongue action, and she knew how her own body worked, but as far as what to do with the pink muscle against the girl's lower folds… she hadn't a clue. It wasn't like she could really concentrate on what Gabrielle was doing with hers either. There was no way she could have figured out the movements of the girl's tongue while her mouth was attached to her cunt. Just no way.

Chocolate brown hues would look inside the room every so often to see if the girl with the long red hair had returned, but as she finished her cigarette Gabrielle still hadn't arrived back. The twin moved back inside. She didn't know what she should do. Should she wait, or go? After another five minutes of contemplating, Katie decided she needed to get back home. The night had been lovely, in her mind, but there were so many things she had to think about. Maybe it was better that the athlete had run off to who knows where. The oldest Fitch opened up a drawer to pull out some of the red head's sweat pants and slipped them on, and then borrowed some shoes that were actually a bit small for her so she wouldn't have to put the pumps back on. It took only a minute or two more to gather up her belongings and head out the front door to walk the short distance back to the Fitch household.

Her breathing was coming out in huffs as the football player pushed herself further. Red hair was pulled back into a band, but the tail of it was flowing behind her as she ran. Gabrielle had woken up early after a restless night's sleep. She cleaned up the clothes and alcohol that had never been touched, and slipped on a tank and basketball shorts.

After an hour of running to both clear her head and to ease the sexual frustration within her, she headed back to her flat. She figured she probably should have left a note or something to let the brunette know that she would be back, but part of her figured the girl would still be sleeping soundly in her bed.

Her fingers fumbled slightly with the keys to the back door. A light sheen of sweat covered her athletic form and she walked inside. The flat was still as silent as she had left it. Gabrielle did feel a bit better now that she had expelled some of the excess energy that her body had been holding on to. The red head quietly walked into her bedroom and, "fuck," she said to herself. Hazel hues couldn't see the small form cuddled in the covers anymore, and as they moved to the balcony, she noticed that that was empty as well.

Gabrielle's hand came up to rub her forehead as frustration of another kind took over. How could she have been so stupid? "Katie must have figured I had left her," the red head whispered to herself. She really should have left a note. Her hand reached into the pocket of the athletic shorts and removed her cell phone from them. Her nimble fingers tapped on the center button and she scrolled to her text messages. The red head began typing something out to the twin, but as she finished it, all she did was stare at it. She realized then that Katie hadn't left her a note or text either, so maybe it was her intention to leave before she had gotten back. Gabrielle moved her thumb to hit the 'clear' button, but instead her subconscious made her hit 'send' instead. Hazel-greens closed as she cleared off the screen, sticking the blackberry back into her pocket. There was little she could do now besides sit and wait.

Dear Journal,

I've really gone and fucked up a good thing this time, and I can't even blame it on alcohol or drugs. Maybe I wasn't ready to move into a physical relationship with her, but for fuck's sake, it felt brilliant. Even now, the next day, I have this need for her. I can almost imagine her hands along my body. Fucking get a grip, Katie, you were horny and she got you off, end of it. I know that's not true, but what else am I suppose to think? I like boys with their fit, tall bodies. Oh, right… like Gabrielle's is… except hers is a bit softer, quite a bit softer.

I was scared. Scared that she would ask me to do something to her, and I would have no idea where to start. I'm more of a receiver when it comes to sex, always have been. I've only ever given blow jobs to a select few boys in my life… okay, I mean one boy. It's not something I really enjoy so I don't do it, which is also why I don't require my boyfriends to go down on me. Sure, they can if they want, but I won't ask them to eat out.

Maybe she was out getting me breakfast. Maybe if I would have waited she would have walked in the door with her shy smile and been able to explain why she left me in her bed this morning. Why am I sounding angry about this? It's not like we're together. We haven't even discussed a relationship, or even the possibility that it IS a relationship. But I can't deny that it feels like one. Don't you think?

I must really be going mental; I actually expected an answer to be written on the page or something.

~Katie

Katie closed her journal and hid it under her pillow. She'd been writing in it an awful lot lately. Maybe it was because she didn't really feel comfortable with her feelings to actually go to someone to talk them out. Sure, she could try to talk to her twin about it, or even Naomi, but there weren't any other people that would look at her situation objectively… they would judge her.

The brunette's phone started to vibrate, and then it chirped a couple times. She was scared to look at it, but also nervous not to. After staring at the name for a few agonizing seconds she flipped it open. Brown eyes scanned over the words, 'I'm sorry I didn't leave a note, I went out for my morning run. I didn't expect that you would wake up while I was gone. Can I make it up to you?'

Her lips curled into a smile that seemed to light up her whole face as she quickly began to reply, 'Make it up to me? What do you propose?' Her eyebrows went up as she hit the send button and a bit of a smirk crossed her delicate features.

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

Chocolate orbs moved up to look into matching ones as Katie looked down, forgetting she still had on the athlete's sweats (complete with her football number on them… #32) and large t-shirt on. She looked back up with a stunned look on her face, and the inability to form a response.

"Did you get that pissed that you couldn't even find your own clothes?" Emily's eyes widened as her mind started to put the pieces together. Often times she would 'lose' her clothes at Naomi's and have to borrow some of hers… especially after an especially hot and heavy love making session. The younger twin's jaw dropped as she watched her sister's facial expression. "You fucked her, didn't you?" It wasn't judgmental… in fact it was soft and caring.

Katie was expecting a tongue-lashing from Emily after seeing the realization cross her features, and the softness in her younger sister shocked her. She was so shocked that she looked up into the matching coffee coloured hues. "Kind of," slipped passed her lips. It was true, to a point. Technically Katie got fucked, and she didn't fuck Gabrielle at all.

"What do you mean, kind of? You either did or didn't."

"Well," her throat cleared as her gaze moved down to her hands that were now fiddling with the draw string of the sweat pants. "She…"

"She fucked you good, did she?" Emily's lips curled into a teasing smile.

"Emily… yeah… she did. But… I…" The brunette was now trembling slightly. "… I care for her, yeah? And I have no idea what to do to a girl… you know… in bed." This wasn't the kind of conversation she wanted to have with her sister, but who else besides Naomi would she be able to talk openly about this sort of thing?

"Oh… well. I suppose the best advice I can give you, you know, without getting into details, would be to just let yourself go. I know you know what you like… so do to her what you like. Oh, and listen and pay attention to how she reacts. You can tell how much she likes it by how her body moves into it, or… you know… sounds that she'll make."

Katie listened carefully to her lezzer sister and took in everything she said, "Right." This was getting too awkward for her. "I should get changed or something."

She went to stand up when her phone chirped and she quickly opened it. The brunette nearly started to giggle as she read the text, 'Name your price and I will make it happen. G'

Katie had completely forgotten that her twin was in the room and she started to dance around slightly as she typed back. 'Meet me in an hour at the coffee shop near college. I want to go shopping.'

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