Okay, first of all: SORRY. It's been awhile since my last update. This is also a very very short chapter but I wanted to give you at least something before the year comes to an end.
Thanks to FreeingTheWriteWithin for helping me out here and who tries to motivate me to get my fingers back on the keyboard like all the time :) Thank you!
Chapter 7
She was wet. Soaking wet. Rain was pouring heavily. Dark clouds enlightened with outbursts of energy. Loud drumming of thunder filled the chaos all around her. Laying in the dirt. Surrounded by mud. Mud covered most of her backside. Wind was yelling through the woods. An inner voice was yelling through her brain.
Yelling about germs. Yelling about diseases coming from germs. Yelling about treatments that come with diseases coming from germs.
But oddly enough, she didn't care.
Not a second.
Not a bit.
Looking up. Watching those beautiful eyes watching her. Smelling the Barn-Girl's unique scent pushing its way through earthy ones. Feeling light fingertips upon her face cleaning off strands of soil.
She should have been freezing. The ground was cold. The wind was cold. The rain upon her skin was cold. But she wasn't. That heavy warmth on top of her.
Like a blanket covering her. Like hot tea filling her. Like a shelter securing her.
L: "Or maybe you should kiss me."
Was that her own voice? Did she just say that?
She couldn't move. Well, of course she couldn't feeling that brunette everywhere, but she couldn't move.
Like her muscles wouldn't listen when her brain told them to contract.
Arms laying flat next to her. Hands balled into fists. Head a few inches above the ground. Staring up. Waiting. Longing.
B: "I should?"
A whisper. Nothing more. Barely audible.
A nod. Nothing more. Barely visible.
Her mind was racing. Germs. Diseases. Mud. Dirt. Rain. Lightning. Thunder.
Oh boy that thunder.
Get up. Get up. Get up and run away. Go and never...
L: "No!"
B: "No?"
L: "Not- you. Me!"
B: "I don't under..."
The heck.
Hands rushing up. Pulling those luscious lips down to meet hers. Crashing together. A surprised whimper. A pleased groan. Just milliseconds, maybe less and the brunette pressed her weight more aggressively against the blonde. Fingers in muddy hair, on wet clothes, on heated skin. Sliding, roaming, searching.
L: "Hmm.."
Lips on her throat. Nipping, sucking. Teeth at her jaw. Biting, nibbling. A tongue along her collarbone. Licking, gliding.
She couldn't get enough. She couldn't feel enough. She couldn't taste enough. She needed more. More lips, more tongue, more skin, more Bo!
B: "Wha- what's wrong?"
L: "Huh? Wha- Why did you stop?"
B: "You said my name."
L: "I did?"
A shy nod. A sad smile. A dropped gaze.
No, no, no. No, not again!
The brunette stood up. Peeling herself off of the blonde. Searching the ground.
B: "I'm sorry, Lauren. I- I'm... We should go back inside. You'll catch a cold."
What the...
But the woman walked away.
Shaking her head, looking around, still laying on the ground.
Everything came crashing down on her again. The rain. The Darkness. The Thunderstorm. The chilliness. The mud. The germs. The Diseases. Her health. All of that.
Without the safety net, without the body heat, without the Barn-Girl. Without Bo.
Fear spread it's wings. Fear came back full force. Fear wasn't what she wanted to feel right now.
Jumping to her feet, she ran. She ran after the only person she needed to be near right now. She ran through bushes and branches and mud and water. Boy, Bo was a fast one.
L: "Bo! Bo wait!"
Darkness, wetness, dirt and that voice in her head. Screaming. Laughing. Calling her names.
She hated being her. She hated being scared. She hated to give up control to her body's reactions.
L: "God, Bo, please."
Whispering. Breathing. Crying?
She hated tears. More than her anxiety. More than anything. She hated the sting in her eyes, the lump in her throat, the dizziness in her head, the weight on her chest.
She hated everything that came with it.
A few more steps.
With every lightning, every thunder she moved on faster. The barn. She could see the outlines. It wasn't that far anymore. A rush of relief. A push of ease. A flash of comfort. All by seeing that barn. Rotten and old. Cracking and broken. Sounded just like heaven in this nightmare.
A few more steps.
Her legs hurt. Even more so her lungs. She couldn't see clearly. Was it the rain? Or the tears? She made out a person at the front door. Light coming from the open entrance. Bathing their form in a dim shine. Brunette hair. Dirty clothes. Heavy boots.
Just a few more steps.
L: "Bo."
The woman turned around by the blondes whimper. Soon enough Lauren pushed them into the house, door slammed into the lock and Bo found a shivering ball of a woman clutching to her chest. In a strong grip. Arms along the brunette's sides. Hands pressed into her shoulder blades. Covered in sludge from head to toe. Cold and dripping from the storm.
B: "Hey. It's okay."
L: "Don't let me go, okay?"
Holding the blonde. Swaying slightly.
B: "I won't."
Lauren's ear on the brunette's chest. Listening to the rhythm of her pump inside. Drumming through the sounds of wind beating against wood.
B: "You're cold as ice."
Hands rubbing along spine and arms and sides.
B: "We should get you out of those clothes and warm you up."
Releasing her hold.
L: "You said, you wouldn't let go."
Embracing. Hugging. Enfolding.
B: "Just for a while. You need to get changed. And so do I."
Looking up. Red eyed. Sniveling.
L: "Promise?"
B: "Promise!"
She let go. Unwillingly. Holding herself. Unsure about where to put her arms to, now with the loss of something to reach out for. The brunette pulled the blonde's arms from her chest. Chasing for her hand. Catching and dragging slightly. Forcing Lauren to follow her. In the bathroom they stopped.
B: "Okay. The water is still cold. I'm sorry. But you're muddy through and through. You need to clean up. So, take your clothes off and step into the shower. I'll get us something to wear. Okay? I'm right next door."
L: "Okay."
Shelling herself out of her shirt, sloshing to the ground. Trembling finger's on the buttons of her pants. Shoes tossed to the side.
The shower was running. She couldn't feel the spray. Automatically her body washed itself. Thinking about last night.
About the feeling of the other woman on top of her. Heavy. Warm.
About the scents flying around her head. Fruity. Soapy.
About the tastes on her lips and tongue. Sweet. Salty.
Flashes of the scene in the woods. All the same. Yet totally different.
She'd never felt that way. With no one. Wanting to lose control. Wanting to leave her comfort zone. Wanting to become one with the unknown.
B: "Lauren?"
A voice next to her.
L: "Almost done."
Hidden behind the curtain.
B: "Okay."
Steps leaving again.
Water off. Curtain gone. Drying off. New clothes on. That scent again. Unique. Welcoming. Intoxicating.
B: "There you are. I made us some tea."
Stranger-Bo no longer strange. Familiar eyes. Familiar smile. Familiar voice. Familiar couch. Familiar barn.
L: "Thanks."
Walking to sit down. Feet under herself. A cup in both hands, the brunette joined the blonde.
B: "Here."
Looking up to a shy smile. Reaching out, taking the offered drink.
L: "Thanks."
Sipping.
Wind blowing, thunder growling, lightning flashing, rain pouring.
B: "I'll get you back as soon as this storm vanishes."
Blinking. Frowning.
L: "What?"
B: "Bring you back. To where you came from?"
L: "Oh."
Eyes back on the hot liquid.
L: "I've forgotten about that."
B: "Yeah."
A whispered word. Not much of a sound. A twitch at the edges. Sadness?
