Megan sat curled up in the white linen arm chair in her den, under a burgundy chenille throw, in some grey sweatpants and Kate's Eagles t-shirt, sorting through her financials without really seeing them. She cleaned the lenses on her reading glasses, but that didn't help her focus. In all honesty, she hadn't really planned on working on them from the get go. She just needed to get back into her own space to reflect on what had transpired. She had quickly gone from thinking she was most likely imagining Kate was checking her out to having the most incredible sex she'd had in her life with her. She had heard jokes over the years about "U-Haul lesbians" jumping into bed and into a relationship all at once, and figured they fit the bill. Still, as fast as it may have looked on the surface, the feelings and the build-up had been there all along.
She thought back to her first day on the job, when she heard Kate's name and felt the power that people attributed to her. Before she even laid eyes on her, Megan had felt some sort of energy falling into place. When they finally did meet it wasn't under the friendliest of circumstances. Megan knew she was overstepping her bounds, causing a ruckus, and would be under heavy scrutiny. But when Kate reprimanded her it never felt like she was in jeopardy, or even like Kate really wanted to say no to her requests. It seemed to be more of a challenge. All Kate had asked was that she go about things according to procedure, and when Megan couldn't do that, Kate inevitably, though begrudgingly, admitted that she had been right. The two began to build trust right from the beginning. Now that their relationship was becoming much more multi-layered, Megan prayed she could still rely on that trust.
It was nearing 10 o'clock and she was on her second cup of chamomile tea. Just as her head started to nod, her phone beeped. She lazily picked it up and checked the screen. One new message, from Kate.
You still up?
Yes, barely. Megan wrote back.
Did you get a lot of work done?
A decent amount. She didn't want to admit otherwise.
Good.
What are you up to?
Just lying in bed. Thinking.
Good thoughts?
Very good :-)
Megan chuckled at the emoticon. Anything in particular?
You, of course.
Megan swallowed. She felt herself getting warmer beneath the blanket.
I've been thinking about you too. I'm still wearing your shirt.
Just the shirt?
Yep. She lied. She thought this kind of fibbing was probably not against the rules.
Hot.
What are you wearing? Megan couldn't believe what this was turning into.
I prefer to sleep in nothing.
Megan gulped, although she expected the answer.
I wish I was there to see.
I wish you were too.
Megan had to take her pants off now. She was sweating. She stripped down to her underwear but kept the shirt on as she relocated to the bedroom. After a few minutes of lying on the plush comforter with her eyes closed, her phone beeped again.
So, in those six years, how did you keep yourself from going completely insane?
Megan smirked at how relentless Kate was.
Are we really doing this?
What?
About to have sex through texting.
I believe it's called "sexting." Haven't you heard?
I can't call it that and still keep my dignity.
Call it whatever you want, but I want to know what you're doing with your hands right now.
Texting. Megan teased.
You have two hands. Make use of them. Kate demanded.
Megan was tempted, but decided to leave Dr. Murphy wanting more.
I'm not that multi-talented, sorry. You'll just have to help me with this the next time I see you.
You're terrible.
You like it.
Goodnight Megan. xo
Goodnight :)