I'm sorry for the delay on posting new chapters, but I've been working a lot the past few days. Don't worry, cause I won't stop writing. Now my work has back to normal and I'm having time again to write everyday!
** Hurt so good - Astrid S**
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— Oh, Merida, but you seem to like it that way! — Brendon exclaims as they walk to an antique fair in Edinburgh. The designer stops at a stand with watches of all kinds. — You have a vast legion of women here ... I mean, around the world.
— I know, Brendon, I know! But I just wanted to see what she was doing in that restaurant, whether it was a romantic date or not! And I saw that it was just an informal dinner with some doctors. — Merida starts to explain herself without really paying attention on the things in the fair. — So, my intention was to see, make sure and sneak out of there, without her knowing that I followed her. Do you understand? It would have been perfect if that idiot Augusto hadn't shouted my name!
Without answering right away, Brendon buys two pocket watches and, after paying, fits his arm in Merida's and they walk slowly:
— Did you really get like 007 and spy on Arizona, bitch? — the redhead says with her head and the stylist puts a hand on his chest: — Aaaiii, what a thrill! Will you call me next time?
Laughing like a beast, Merida shakes her head and replies:
— There won't be a next time, Brendon! I'll never do that again, I felt like a complete neurotic, you know? Chasing Arizona through the city ... have you ever wondered if she finds out I was jealous and quietly chased her?
Raising his eyebrows, Brendon agrees:
— Yeah ... she could have even called the police, you stalker! In fact, tell me more about the kisses and grabs in your studio! This means that she feels the same as you, if not more!
— Oh ... Bren ... it was so nice ... I've been dreaming about that day since it happened, that is, two days ago thinking about those kisses, the way she dominated me and put me sitting on the table with my legs opened... — Merida seems lost in memories. — The way she made me feel was unreal, Bren... I never felt anything like that before, you know?
The stylist starts to laugh, making the Welsh angry, and exclaims:
— Merida, you silly ... you finally found a woman who manages to dominate you and who knows how to handle you, you know? Arizona has finally managed to awaken in you what no one has ever managed before... this feeling is completely normal, you know?
— It's so confusing for me, Bren, because I don't know what to feel... I was really scared when Arizona pushed me and sat me at the table, spreading my legs, you know? Usually, women push me so that they can sit at the table and I stay in the middle of their legs... I really didn't know what to think or how to act!
Patting Merida across the face, Brendon exclaims:
— Because you are a Neanderthal, that's why! Because you are a savage! An ignorant!
— Stop it, Brendon! Stop this! — Merida exclaims, walking away from the man and stares at a lady watching a painting on a newsstand. — Wait a minute! I'll be right back! — The Welsh takes her camera from her backpack, approaches the woman and, positioning the angle well, takes some pictures of that moment. — Nice...
As soon as she gets home, Merida finds Arizona sitting on the couch, eating popcorn and watching some silly cartoon:
— What's up, Barbie? — the Welsh says smiling, noticing her heart racing in joy. She places her jacket on the hook on the right, puts the keys and wallet on the small table and walks to the kitchen: — Are you alive? I thought you moved to the hospital once and for all...
— Bah! I'm almost moving, at least I have company there... You hardly stay at home. — Arizona comments without taking her eyes off the television. — Want some popcorn? Wanna watch a stupid movie?
After washing her hands, Merida smiles in a corner and jumps on the sofa, reaching into the bucket and grabbing a large handful of popcorn:
— Yes! But not cartoons, I can't stand these things with singing and blah blah blah! — the Welsh takes control of the blonde's hand and starts looking for a horror movie: — Shall we go for blood and whoring?
Twisting her face in a grimace of disgust, Arizona crosses her arms:
— Why does everything have to be bitching for you? Women running with their breasts out because some lunatic with a knife in his hand will kill them... What's so funny about that?
— Hey! Because it's cool! — she pokes Arizona.
— It's not cool, Merida! — Arizona exclaims shaking her head negatively and slaps the Welsh's hand: — You are sometimes so cute and sweet... but at other times, you are so ignorant, so stupid...
— Bah! And for your information, there are not only half-naked women running in horror movies... you are very prejudiced, you know? — Merida says indignantly and pretending sadness. — You have every wrong impression about me... it hurts!
Arizona smells lightly Merida and points to her:
— And why is it?! You're reeking of a very strong French perfume and champagne, I bet you were with your model harem! Am I right? Since you can no longer bring the two hundred women here, you went to one of their apartments and they did it with three, four, I don't know!
— Ah, yes! There were almost twenty women there and I even filmed, want to see? — Merida scoffs making a cute face on Arizona, who pats her hands. — I bet you are dying to participate, right? Silly, I was with Brendon at a fair in Scotland and he uses French perfume and drank champagne.
— Jeez! I prefer to live without disease and without that kind of promiscuity, Merida. — Arizona responds by rolling her eyes and feeling jealous: — You suck... I don't know how you can't get enough of this life. Don't you think about calming down... getting married... having kids? I mean, you were always like that, but... I don't know, we change. Look at my life, for example, I had the chance to get married, have a beautiful daughter and live a romance. Don't you want that for you?
Thinking a lot about what the blonde has just said, Merida looks at Arizona seriously and replies:
— No! I don't want to get married, I don't like children, I don't want to have children and I don't intend to arrest myself... I'm very well living like this...
As if the Welsh had said something unforgivable, Arizona stands up and exclaims in revolt:
— Yeah that's why you will always be a lonely person, Merida Harris! Who lives jumping from branch to branch, filling her bed with futile little women who do not love you and never will! If you opened your eyes wider, you would see what was always under your nose... but by then, it may be too late!
That said, Arizona walks hard up the stairs, leaving Merida shocked by these words and, before the Welsh goes after her, the blonde's cell phone starts to ring.
— Who will it be now? I bet it's Sofia again! — Merida exclaims taking the device and reads "Jean" on the small screen. — Who the hell is Jean? — snorting irritably, the Welsh answered without a second thought. — Hello?
— Ary? What do you think about going out for a glass of wine?
Eyes widening without believing that a woman named Jean is calling Arizona just to invite her over for a glass of wine, Merida replies:
— Wait a minute, please, I'll ask Dr. Arizona Robbins! — the Welsh walks up the stairs, enters the room and watches Arizona in the bathroom. Then, lean your body against the doorframe and look at the blonde brushing her teeth. — Jean is inviting you to take a glass of wine...
— What? — Arizona questions confused and looks at the Welsh, who hands the cell phone. — Oh, Jean! Thank you, Merida!
As soon as she observes the blonde happy to speak with this Jean, Merida crosses her arms and remains there looking intently at Arizona: her pink mouth open in an embarrassed smile, while her voice comes out excited. Her blue eyes lost in their own mirror image, while a hand caresses her own yellow hair as if thinking about a hairstyle.
Then, the Welsh's green eyes wander up to Arizona's neck, where she sees a delicate, fine gold necklace leaning against her skin; the blonde's silk nightgown makes the perfect design of the breasts and falls gracefully to the thighs.
Lost in unique sensations, Merida licks her lips as she approaches the American woman, sticks her body behind her and begins to tread a slow and loving path with her fingers on the blonde's thighs. Arizona looks at the redhead through the mirror, but without stopping talking on the phone, and feels a delicious shiver that makes her close her eyes and her voice becomes soft. Then, the Welsh climbs the caresses under the blonde's nightgown while kissing her on the shoulder, rubbing her body against yours.
Hanging up, Arizona drops her cell phone, rests her hands on the sink and throws her head back, while Merida's hands go up all over her body, causing a tasty and intense shiver in the American who moans:
— Aaahhh... Mery... — Arizona smiles singing lovingly being caressed that way, the Welsh's hands are soft and strong at the same time, causing a more intense sensation.
Without stopping with the kisses, Merida starts kissing the blonde's neck while her hands reach her breasts. At that moment, the Welsh feels her body on fire and squeezes with ease as she feels Arizona breathing fast.
— Ary... I need you... — Merida murmurs nibbling on Arizona's ear, smiling. — Please, say you feel the same...
The blonde says nothing, turns her body in front of the redhead and takes it off her nightgown, dropping it to the floor, so Merida puts Arizona sitting on the sink and places herself between her legs and grabs her blond hair. The two face each other intensely for brief seconds until they kiss with will. Arizona squeezes the arms of Merida, who raises her hands behind the blonde's back until she reaches her hair...
Getting up from the bed, Merida starts to walk to the stairs asking:
— Do you want something to drink? — the blonde is perplexed by this question and starts to laugh, leaving the Welsh confused: — Did I say something wrong?
— No... no... none of that... it's just... — Arizona tries to find words to describe what she wanted: — Merida... that was so unexpected and, at the same time, so expected by us, don't you think?
— What?! Getting something to drink? — Merida questions confused and Arizona throws a pillow at her: — I don't understand, Ary...
Pulling the woman so that she sits in front of her, Arizona kisses the tip of Merida's nose and answers:
— I meant that, what we ended up doing, Merida, was something expected and, at the same time, unexpected by us, right? — she caresses the redhead's face. — How long have we felt it all for each other... how long have we denied all these sensations... I thought that everything was just a thing we had when we were girlfriends when we were teenagers and yet it was more than that...
— I don't think so... I don't think we denied it or that we didn't see... — Merida says, looking seriously at the blonde: — I think we have been feeding this feeling, this sensation, this attraction over the years, since we dated when we were teens. I mean, we built a friendship so solid and true that... well... this sexual attraction came naturally, nothing forced, do you understand now? We had no way of knowing how we felt all this time, because it grew over the years... with the situations we live in... We were completely in love when we met each other, do you remember that? We were girlfriends and we thought we would be together forever... — Merida kisses Arizona's mouth in loving a way. — I realized that I still love you beyond friendship when I saw you in that white dress... smiling at another... saying that you loved that woman... It was a shot in the chest that I never forgot...
Putting her hands over her mouth, Arizona looks sadly at the redhead:
— Merida... why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell me at the time? And why didn't you tell me that it wasn't just a teenage thing?! Why didn't you tell me all these years, even before Callie, that you wanted more than friendship again? We we girlfriends once, during highschool… My God, I loved you, Merida! I loved you like crazy, but you… you never wanted something serious… so, I thought we were just friends with benefits, you know...
— For loving you... for loving you, I chose to leave you free... When your parents took you away from Wales and we had to put an end on our relationship, I promised myself not to love anyone else. You were in America and I was here, how were we supposed to keep our love like this? That's why I promised myself that we would always be friends… cause I suffered a lot when you left me… And then, you got married and I thought that, to see you happy, I needed to let you marry Callie, so I didn't say anything. I love you too much to have destroyed your marriage like this... you would be divided and not knowing what to do... — Merida replies hugging Arizona, who drops her on the bed and sits on her lap.
The two look at each other for brief seconds until the blonde kisses her mouth, in a slow and passionate way.
— Thank you... thank you for letting me live what I needed so I could realize what always waited for me here... — Arizona says smiling through tears and Merida lets out a silly laugh. And I never forgot how painful it was for me to leave you that day in Wales. You know that my dad had to go back to America and I had to go with him, cause I was only 16. But… we've been friends, Merida, we've been friends since the day we broke up and, even before Callie in my life, you never gave me any clue that we could be together again, that our love didn't die.
— And here comes Arizona's tears! We had to leave what we had, Ary! We were too young… And you always wanted to be a doctor and I always wanted to be a photographer. Our jobs would never work out together at that time, cause I was always traveling and you were studying like hell and been at the hospital all the time… — Merida kisses de blonde's mouth and laughs: — But that's it, Arizona, I love you... I really love you... I love the way your hand fits perfectly in mine, as if it was made especially for me... I love those wrinkles in your eyes when you smile... I love the dimples that form in your back at the very end of your spine... You are perfect for me... I still remember when we used to kiss and sleep on your bed back in Wales, remember? Your parents were sleeping and I came by the window of your bedroom and slept with you all night… — the Welsh caresses Arizona's left thigh, who cries emotionally. — Maybe you will never love yourself with half the intensity with which I love you... maybe you no longer appreciate yourself after the plane crash... but I want you to love and appreciate yourself because you are beautiful all the way... and I'm here for you... always...
Laughing without stopping the slight cry, Arizona caresses Merida's face, loving to hear it all and feeling as loved as she has never been before. The Welsh had always had the gift of making the blonde feel beautiful, appreciated and much adored... but, at that moment, it was as if Merida decreed how much Arizona is the most beautiful woman in the world, even though she didn't feel that way.
— You don't exist, did you know that? All of these women fall at your feet because of what you say, it can only be! You are rich, beautiful, muscular, intelligent and good with words! My God, woman, what is your bad side? — Arizona jokes laughing and Merida shrugs. — Aaahhh, but you are very neurotic with your things, your home etc. You have your oddities...
Dropping the blonde on the bed, Merida stands and supports her hands on her waist when she says:
— These are just details, my dear, I have no bad side...
— And I love those details in you! — Arizona says biting her lower lip. — Just as I love you... I really do...
Feeling her body soften, Merida sits on the bed and seriously stares at the American:
— You still love me? Really? I mean, do you love me beyond friendship? We have already said so many times how much we love each other, when we dated as a teenager, we said that we would never be apart...
— But I still love you and I love you more than when we dated... and that was what I meant when I ran after you at the airport after my wedding... I didn't know I still loved you at the time, but I felt like I needed you and needed to say something I couldn't put into words... — Arizona responds by calling Merida with a finger and bites her lips: — Come here, come... bring that hot mouth... I want one more kiss... I LOVED you touching me in the bathroom, I LOVED seeing you through the mirror touching me...
Smiling in the corner while crawling up the blonde, Merida grabs her waist forcibly forcing her to lie down straight and opens her legs:
— Your wish is an order... — the Welsh starts to lift a hand up Arizona's leg and suddenly kisses her mouth, getting out of bed. — I really need to drink something, so I'll get us some wine and I'll be right back.
Softening her body in dismay, Arizona snorts angrily:
— You are very boring, Merida, did you know that?!
— I know... that's why I'm perfect! — the Welsh blinks at the annoyed American and walks down the stairs: — That's why you love me!