Chapter twelve: At Dana's
Now, it was tuesday. Lara's shift was over and she was on her way to the locker room when she passed by the tennis courts. She hadn't seen but a glimpse of her girlfriend since sunday, so she decided to watch her for a little while before heading home. The chef's blue eyes immediately found the person they were searching for, following her every move, noticing for the umpteenth time just how hot the tennis player was.
Dana was hopping from one foot to the other while moving backwards, all the while closely observed by her coach. All of a sudden Lara could hear the faint ringing of a cell phone, followed by Dana's coach saying something about taking a break before he walked off, leaving Dana by herself. Seeing this as a chance to talk to her girlfriend, the redhead decided to make herself noticed.
"Hey, Dana.", she called out, causing the athlete to look up and around, but not finding her. "Over here, by the fence.", Lara added, when Dana couldn't find her.
The brunette turned her head into the direction of the fence, smiled when she spotted the other woman and came jogging towards her.
"Hey, what are you doing here? Isn't your shift supposed to be over?", the tennis player asked when she had reached her girlfriend.
"Yes, but I wanted to see you before I head home.", Lara said, grinning at the other woman through the chain-link fence. "And I was wondering if I could see you tonight?", she added. "Maybe at your place for a change, I'm dying to meet Mr. Piddles.", the chef finished with a laugh.
"Sounds like a wonderful idea to me, Lara.", the athlete replied.
"Okay, I'll come over then. Would eight o'clock be okay with you?"
"Sure, eight o'clock is fine."
The sous chef smiled. "Okay, I'll see you tonight then."
Dana nodded with a sweet smile. "Yeah, see you tonight.", she said, before she walked back onto the court.
Lara watched her walk away, looking forward to the evening when she would finally get to see Dana's place and most importantly meet Mr. Piddles, Dana's feline friend.
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A few minutes before eight Lara stood in front of Dana' house, dressed in a plain grey t-shirt and green slacks, a plastic bag in her hand and a backpack over her shoulders. She was a little exited to finally get to see Dana's house from the inside. Taking a deep breath, she rang the bell. She didn't have to wait too long for her girlfriend to open the door. Dana greeted her with a sweet smile followed by a soft kiss.
"Hi.", Lara said.
"Hi to you, too.", Dana said, stepping aside to let the other woman in. "What's in these bags?", she asked, pointing to Lara's bags.
The redhead turned around, grinning. "Oh, I brought some food.", she explained, holding up the plastic bag.
The athlete raised her brows. "Take out or self made?", she asked.
"A light dinner à la Lara.", Lara chuckled. "I also brought some things I'm gonna need in the morning, you know, like toothbrush and such things.", she joked, refering to the other woman's late night visit.
Dana gave a little laugh, taking the bag from her girlfriend's hand. "Come on in and make yourself at home, while I take this into the kitchen.", she said and started to walk off.
While the other woman was busy in the kitchen, the sous chef followed her advice and took a tour around the house. The place was bigger than her own apartment, given Dana's surely big paycheck, but it didn't lack cozyness. The furnishing was pretty stylish and modern, but didn't lack Dana's very own charme. Lara noticed all the trophies the tennis player had won already. When she had seen enough, she made her way into the kitchen where she found Dana unpacking the dinner bag. The chef walked behind the other woman, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman's waist and resting her head on her shoulder.
"Do you like my place?", the tennis player asked.
"Yeah, it's big, but nevertheless pretty comfortable, but I didn't see Mr. Piddles.", Lara answered, at which the brunette turned in her arms.
"Oh, he's probably sleeping in some corner, but he'll come check on us sooner or later.", Dana told her and wrapped her arms around the taller woman's neck, before pulling her head down for another soft kiss. "Well, I'm hungry, Lara. What about you?"
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The two women sat on the couch in Dana's living room, eating their dinner, chatting lightly, when Dana's feline friend made his appearance. He came walking into the living room, hopping onto the couch between the two women, where he sat and watched the foreign redhead carefully.
"Lara, meet Mr. Piddles, my feline, furry, cuddly boy.", Dana laughed, running her hand over her cat's soft fur.
Lara smiled. "Hey, Mr. Piddles. I'm Lara. Dana's told me so much about you.", she said, holding out her hand as if wanting to shake hands.
Mr. Piddles kept watching the chef for a little while, before he suddenly got up and plopped down right next to Lara, letting out a purr. Lara giggled and began stroking the cat softly.
"Seems like he likes you, Lara.", the tennis player said. She smiled first at Mr. Piddles and then at her girlfriend, before leaning in to get herself another soft kiss.
"Yeah, and it seems like you like me, too, huh?", the redhead teased, raising her eyebrows.
"Really? What makes you think so?", Dana teased back, her head resting on the other woman's shoulder.
"Just assuming, Dana.", Lara said, a light chuckle evident in her voice. With Dana and Mr. Piddles both snuggled against her, she suddenly felt like a gigantic teddy bear.
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When Dana had decided to go wash the dishes after some cuddly minutes spent with Lara, the other woman had willingly offered her help. At first Dana had refused to let her help, since the redhead was her guest and guests didn't have to do these kind of things, but Lara had insisted on helping her and so Dana had complied. Now the two women stood in the kitchen, Dana washing the dishes, Lara drying them. Although it wasn't really that much work to do, the two women took their time, since there was no need to hurry; the had the whole night in front of themselves.
"Guess that's the last piece.", Lara said, drying the last plate and putting it away.
"Yeah, what do you want to do now, Lara?", Dana asked, drying her hands, while stepping a little closer to the other woman who had her back turned towards her. The tennis player wrapped her arms around the redhead's waist, at which Lara jumped a little before relaxing into the embrace.
"I don't know.", the chef whispered. "What do you want to do now?"
"What do I want?", Dana repeated the question slowly, her breath on Lara's neck, making the taller woman shiver ever so slightly. "Hmm...I can think of something..."
"Wha-what is it?", Lara asked, her voice almost failing her. She could only try to imagine what the athlete was thinking of, but if it was anything like what she herself was thinking of, then they wouldn't be in the kitchen for much longer.
"Well...", the tennis player began after a pause. "...what I'm thinking about does involve you, me and the couch, but surely not in the way you might think, Lara.", she said, turning the redhead in her arms. "That might happen later." With that she grabbed Lara's hand and led her back down the stairs into the living room. "As for now, I just wanna be close to you."
Smiling at each other, the two women sat on the couch, snuggled against one another.
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at auggy1984: Thank you again.
at WolfgalX: Well, my muse did return, lol, so you don't have to worry about any Dana/Lara withdrawal.
at kickboxing.gurl: Thank you. I miss them, too, and, you know, they never got the screen time they would have deserved to get...in my opinion...and, you know, if I had had a say in it, I would have centered the show around Dana and Lara.