'Yes girl, go get it!'
Dimity was delighted. Stunned but delighted. It looked like Ada could unlock something in that standoffish woman that nobody else could. She laughed at Ada's scandalised face.
'I don't even know what to think anymore. She walked into my room doing a Lady Godiva and practically climbed into my bed to tell me that she wanted to have sex with me.'
'Look, you've got two options. Either barricade yourself in your room with a chair under your door so that she gets the hint or let her come into your room tomorrow morning to ravish the fuck out of you. Just make up your mind' instructed Dimity. 'You know what I think you should do.'
Ada stared at her, speechless. She knew what Dimity thought she should do. Ada was hardly straitlaced. But she was astounded by the change in the other woman, this quiet confidence and soft gestures. Not to mention the way she casually strolled into her room. It had been a long time since she'd found such base nudity exciting but to her mortification, Hecate was doing that to her, someone who had seemed so distant all those years ago. There was a sensuality about her that hadn't been there before and Ada was astonished to find herself drawn to it.
Even as she was thinking it, she caught sight of Hecate with a glass of champagne to her lips, turning to look at her with a dangerous glint to her eye. She was challenging her.
Hecate had hidden her frustration well when they'd been interrupted. She'd wanted to press Ada into bed and have her wicked way with her. She had no doubt that Ada knew how to satisfy a woman and had Ada made a move all those years ago, Hecate would have submitted happily to it. But she wanted to seduce her properly, fuck her senseless. Hecate would give Ada everything she wanted and more. Hecate just about to kiss her when the damn doorbell rang.
'Oh, I must get that' bumbled Ada who felt like if she didn't break their gaze, she'd be there forever. Not that it was an unattractive proposition, being kissed by Hecate. But she was getting dangerously distracted.
'I'll just…'
Hecate leaned back to let her hop out of bed and flee, not to answer the door but into the bathroom. She came out after a few seconds and as Hecate resumed her robe and watched Ada disappear down the stairs, she wondered if Ada normally wore knickers around the house. That mauve caftan she'd been wearing had rucked up as she'd jumped out of bed, unintentionally revealing a flash of an intimate curve. Hecate got up and peered into the bathroom and sure enough, there was a drawer with underwear in it. She deduced the reason for the retreat, going to answer the door decently attired. Hecate hoped that meant that Ada didn't wear anything to bed either. Maybe she was just being polite to her guest.
Hecate's chances being scuppered, she sighed, went to her room and started preparing for the day. She sorted through the clothes she'd brought with her. Her dresses were much more form fitting nowadays. Years ago she'd wanted to disappear into the background and the shapeless dresses were something to hide within. But she was a shrinking violet no longer and didn't feel embarrassment or shame at revealing her figure. Once she had forced herself to dress this way, it had started to become natural to her. Like she should have been this person forever. Having tumbled into the sapphic world by accident, she had finally found her way to sexual liberation, basking in the glow of newfound confidence and satisfaction upon her first lover's silken sheets. Better late than never, as the saying went.
Ada had behaved as normal after that and Hecate respected that. She was patient. She would wait, despite her yearning to pin the other woman up against the wall. While Hecate was still not very good at reading subtle cues and maybe Ada's eyes were saying something unspoken to her while they had company, she wasn't mistaken in obvious ones. She was sure that Ada had wanted it.