Home could have meant Kate's or Megan's, but Kate's was closer. Megan nervously played with the cuffs of her jacket while she waited for Kate to unlock the door. Inside, the place was decorated rather cozily, something Megan hadn't really expected, though she hadn't been sure what to expect. Perhaps a little more modern, with some expensive, framed artwork on the walls? Instead, they held a few photos of what Megan assumed were family or friends, at barbeques, graduations and various other gatherings, though they didn't appear to be recent. The tan leather couches held multi-colored pillows and plush looking throws, perfect to veg out on after a long day at the office. The kitchen's black marble countertops didn't quite match the rest of the décor, but were a little more of what Megan would have imagined Kate's style to be.
She followed Kate into the kitchen, not sure what else to do. The blonde brought out a large bottle of Perrier and took down two glasses from a cabinet before pouring one for each of them. She slid one over to Megan, who smiled and thanked her politely. Suddenly, their brazenness seemed to be put on hold as both women appeared to falter for direction.
"Your place is very warm," Megan offered.
"It does the job," Kate replied, a little less confident than earlier.
Megan decided a couch would make both of them much more comfortable than this stand-off in the kitchen, so she made her way over to one of them and Kate followed.
"Are those your parents?" Megan asked as she kicked off her heels, pulled her feet up underneath her and sunk into the couch. She gestured toward two framed photos of a man and a woman on the coffee table, both in uniform.
"Yes. Both Army, high-ranking, still active."
"Do you see them often?"
"They're stationed overseas, so, no."
"Well, depending on your relationship, that could be a good or a bad thing. I sometimes wish I could send my mother overseas."
Kate laughed, but appeared somber. "I'm close with my mother. My father's a different story."
"Classic military dad? Strict?"
"And closed-minded." Kate swallowed. "Now that I'm an adult I have no qualms about doing whatever I want. But if I was a teenager and this" she gestured back and forth between she and Megan, "were happening…I don't know."
"You think he would have disowned you?"
"He still might."
"Well," Megan gently stroked the back of Kate's arm and watched as little goose bumps formed like specks of powdered sugar. "You don't have to worry about that right now."
Kate smiled and pulled her feet up on the couch as well before leaning in to give Megan the most tender kiss she had ever received in her life. As soft and sweet as it was, it almost knocked the wind out of her. Megan reached up and took hold of Kate's jaw, gently thumbing the sexy cleft in her chin. Kate steadily turned more ferocious, shoving her tongue in Megan's mouth as she pushed her back against the pillows. She circled her tongue around Megan's, then dragged it across the roof of her mouth, making Megan dizzy. She had to pull back a little.
"Ah…wow…"
"Mm."
"I am...so into you, Kate. Really, I want nothing more than to just…everything. But I'm afraid I'm not sure what to do."
"You're doing well so far."
"Thanks, but I…I just haven't been with anyone in so long, and I've never been with a woman before."
"Neither have I. Instincts. Remember?"
Megan smiled at Kate's eagerness. She ran her fingers through the blonde's locks and kissed her on the nose once again.
"You like my nose, don't you?"
"I like your whole face."
Kate chuckled loudly. She sat up a little straighter and took Megan's hands.
"We don't have to rush. It's just a little difficult, when I've wanted this for so long..."
"Trust me, I feel the same way. God, you in those purple scrubs in the lab..."
Kate looked baffled. "Purple scrubs? I spend hundreds on second-hand Chanel and you're telling me all I need to turn you on are purple scrubs?"
Megan shrugged. "I appreciate couture just as much as you do. I'm just saying…you look hot in anything."
Kate rolled her eyes and curled up next to Megan, resting her head on her shoulder. She sighed.
Megan relished in the weight and warmth of Kate's body against hers. It sent waves of pleasure through her legs, into the soles of her feet. She wanted Kate, badly. But five and a half years was more than a dry spell, and she wasn't quite ready to be that vulnerable again. She hoped she would be soon, and hoped Kate was really okay with waiting.
"Wanna watch Letterman?" Kate whispered in a sleepy voice that reassured Megan she was indeed okay.
"Actually, I prefer Chelsea. Gotta give the woman her props."
"Do you pick up this lingo from your daughter?"
Megan playfully nibbled Kate's ear in retaliation.
"Hey!" Kate squirmed. "You can't do that if you want me to be good."
"Sorry."
"Don't be." She turned on the TV and pulled the blanket over them, and before the end of the monologue, they were both asleep.