Chapter seventeen: DVD night
Two weeks, including the Thanksgiving weekend Lara had spent with her family, had passed since Dana's nausea after their dinner at the sea food restaurant and since that day the tennis player seemed to consistently avoid any kind of sea food or fish in general, even Mr. Piddles had to bear the consequences: no more cat food with fish flavor. Lara had every intention to cure this newly developped aversion to fish. She had invited Dana over for dinner, planning on cooking salmon filet.
Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around her waist, Lara grabbed a brush and walked into her living room where she sat down on the couch. Brushing her red hair, she took a glance at the watch. It was around five o'clock in the afternoon, so she still had three hours to go until Dana would be here.
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Dressed in her chef's uniform, stripy apron and her chef's hat as a surprise for Dana, Lara nervously paced around her living room, waiting for Dana to arrive. The table was set-she had even lit some candles, the salmon filets waiting in the kitchen, ready to be served. Suddenly the doorbell rang, shaking Lara out of her pacing. Unable to hold back a goofy smile, the redhead walked over to the intercom, opening the front door via button. She didn't have to wait long for her visitor to knock at her door. Flinging the door open, ready to pull Dana into a kiss, Lara was more than surprised to see Simon stand there, holding a plastic bag in his hand.
"Simon?" the chef asked, unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice.
"Well, hi to you, too, Lara," the waiter said, sounding just a little offended by the lack of joy in his friend's voice.
"What are you doing here?" Lara wondered, stepping aside to let the black haired man in.
Simon walked past the confused woman, obviously noticing the romantic setting in the living room. "Oh, you're expecting someone?" he asked, turning to Lara.
The redhead nodded. "Yeah, well...you know, umm, yeah..." she stammered, not really knowing what to say, inwardly cursing herself for it.
"Oh, so you forgot about our DVD night, huh?" Simon asked, holding out the bag he was carrying.
"Oh, fuck, that was tonight?" Lara asked, slapping her forehead. She could remember agreeing on having this DVD night at her place, but that had been a couple of weeks ago, even before she had gotten together with Dana.
Simon kept looking at her. "Yeah, Lara, that was tonight," he said. "I can't believe you forgot." Suddenly he began to smirk. "Oh, now I know what's going on here," he said, walking into the living room, leaving Lara to herself.
Just as the sous chef was about to follow him into the living room to get him to leave, the doorbell rang again. "Oh, just great," she cursed, not in the mood to deal with Simon and Dana at the same time, but then again, she didn't want to make Dana wait outside, so she pressed the button on the intercom again, letting her girlfriend into the building.
"Hi, sexy soup chef of mine," Dana greeted the taller woman, throwing herself into her arms, seemingly not noticing the troubled look on her face when Lara had opened her apartment door for the second time that evening. "God, I missed you today," the tennis player continued. "Training was getting me all hot and bothered and I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Lara smiled weakly. "Yeah, I missed you, too," she said, pulling Dana into the kitchen.
Dana chuckled. "You're really horny, huh?" she asked, running a hand down the sous chef's back. "You look so sexy in this chef's uniform, Lara."
The chef couldn't help but blush, trying to fight the desire that was slowly beginning to flicker in her stomach.
"How about we skip dinner and have dessert first," the brunette suggested, starting to trail her lips down the other woman's neck while pushing her against the counter.
"Dana, I need to...there's something I have to...hmm, I, I have to..." the sous chef tried to tell her girlfriend about Simon's presence, but couldn't form any coherent sentences due to the fervent sucking and licking on her neck. She tried to push the other woman away, but to no avail, Dana kept torturing her with her lips. "Dana, I really need to tell...hmm...I need to..."
"Later, Lara," the athlete said, shutting the sous chef up by placing a hard kiss right on her lips.
As much as the redhead wanted to stop Dana from doing what she was doing, since Simon was in the next room, knowing that she wouldn't be able to keep herself quiet once the brunette would go down on her-or whatever the other woman had in mind, Lara just couldn't find the will to do so. Her body was already too far into it, her mind clouded with pure pleasure, her breathing ragged.
"I've been thinking about this all day," the tennis player whispered, seemingly pleased that no more complaints were coming from Lara, starting to unbutton the chef's jacket.
The tennis player moved the chef's jacket down the taller woman's shoulders, letting it hang loosely on her arms, seemingy disappointed about the white tank top the chef wore underneath. Lara couldn't help but close her eyes at the pleasure running through her system, biting her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning out loud when Dana leaned in to place open mouthed kisses all over her collar bone and shoulders. The athlete unzipped the redhead's pants, slipped her right hand in and pressed Lara's clit through the panties, causing the taller woman to draw in a sharp breath. Lara surrendered to desire, pushing herself up against the other woman, wrapping her arms around her.
"Hey, Lara, how long are you...", Simon suddenly spoke up, ripping the sous chef out of her trance.
Lara's eyes flew open and she stared at her friend who stood in the kitchen's doorway, his brown eyes wide. She blushed a deep crimson, throwing a quick glance at her girlfriend who had also blushed a deep crimson, frozen on the spot.
"Umm, I'll...uh, I'll go back in the living room," the waiter uttered, retreating from the kitchen.
When her friend was out of sight, the chef released a deep breath, smiling a nervous smile. Dana pulled her hand out of her girlfriend's pants and rested her head on the other woman's chest, obviously embarrassed. Lara sighed and rested her head on her girlfriend's, still shaking with desire.
"Why didn't you tell me that he was here, Lara?" the tennis player whispered, her voice a little accusatory. "I would have never...you know, if I'd known there was someone here."
Once again Lara sighed. "Well, Dana, I was trying to tell you about him, but you just wouldn't let me finish." She grinned, having totally enjoyed her girlfriend's sudden boltness. "You were too busy getting me naked."
At these words Dana buried her face in Lara's chest, mumbling something that sounded like "I'm so sorry."
The redhead giggled-partly because of her own embarrassment and partly because of Dana's cute behaviour. She placed a soft kiss on the smaller woman's brown tresses and pulled herself out of the embrace.
"You're not mad at me?" Dana asked, sounding somewhat unsure.
Lara shook her head. "No, I'm not mad at you," she said while buttoning up her chef's jacket. "In fact, it's somewhat my fault, too, you know." Closing the fly of her white pants, the sous chef smiled a soft smile at the other woman. "If I had resisted your charm, we would have never gotten into this situation."
The tennis player sighed lowly. "What are we gonna do now?"
Lara shrugged. "Well, we were going to have dinner..." she began. "...and apparently I was also going to have a DVD night with Simon." She sighed.
Now it was Dana's turn to giggle. "How were you planning on handling this? Splitting into two Laras?" she asked, causing the taller woman to blush in embarrassement.
Once again the chef shrugged. "I don't know. I just totally forgot about this DVD night," she admitted, scratching her forehead.
Suddenly Simon reappeared in the kitchen's doorway, his brown eyes avoiding the two women. "Umm, I think I better go, Lara. We can have this DVD night some other time," he suggested.
Lara nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry, Simon," she said, not knowing what else to tell him. The redhead watched her friend as he started to turn around in the doorway when Dana suddenly addressed him.
"Hey, umm, Simon..." she began, causing the waiter to stop in his tracks and turn back around, watching the athlete questioningly. "Why don't you stay and eat with us? I'm sure Lara wouldn't mind and, umm, we, well, we could also have this DVD night the two of you have been planning," she suggested, looking from Simon to her girlfriend.
The sous chef was surprised at this. She hadn't expected Dana to invite Simon to their date, but as long as she didn't invite him into the bedroom-the pure thought of that made Lara extremely uncomfortable-she was fine with it. After all, Simon was her best friend and she had cooked enough salmon filet for the three of them.
"I, uh, I don't know. What do you say, Lara?" Simon asked, looking at his redheaded friend.
All of a sudden Lara found herself being in the center of attention-something she tried to avoid most of the time. "Well, of course you can stay, Simon. I mean, there's enough fish for all of us and we had this planned anyway, so..."
Simon briefly smiled at the sous chef, walked over to Dana and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Simon Kimble, Lara's best friend and a waiter at the country club," he introduced himself.
Dana smiled, shaking the offered hand. "Dana Fairbanks, Lara's, uh, girlfriend and a tennis player, but I guess, you knew that already."
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Later that night Lara stood in the bathroom, brushing her teeth when Dana came strolling in. The athlete smiled a little smile and leaned against the wall, watching her girlfriend.
"So, Dana, how do you feel?" Lara asked when she had finished brushing her teeth, putting her toothbrush aside.
Dana looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Lara chuckled at the other woman's facial expression, bracing herself on the sink with one arm. "Well, you ate fish tonight," she informed her girlfriend. "Any signs of nausea?"
The brunette shook her head. "No, I'm feeling perfectly fine, Lara," she said, walking over to the chef. "But then again you cooked it. So why would I feel sick after eating something my soup chef cooked for me?" she wondered in her cutest voice, causing Lara to laugh ever so slightly.
"I have no idea, Dana," the redhead answered, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman. "So, what about Simon? Do you like him?"
Dana smiled, pulling herself as close to the other woman as possible. "He's a nice guy, although he seems a little geeky."
Lara chuckled at that. "Aren't we just as geeky?"
A low "Hmm-Mmm" was the only answer she got from the tennis player before said tennis player pulled her head down for a kiss.
"I can seem to remember something we started before your dear friend interrupted, Lara," Dana whispered after the kiss had ended.
The redhead raised her brows. "Really?" she wondered, her voice flirtatious. "Care to tell me about it?"
Dana nodded, slowly slipping her hand into Lara's pajama pants. "It was something like this, wasn't it?" she teased, kissing Lara in a way that told the other woman that it was going to be a long night.
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at ihatemessbutiloveyou: There you go.
at kickboxing.gurl: Thank you. You know, I always wondered why we never got to see Lara with the group in season one...except for the poker night at Bette and Tina's, I would have loved to see that, but since that never happened, I'll have to make those scences up myself.
at WolfgalX: Like I said, I always wondered why those scenes where so rare, so I have to make them up myself. And, yeah, Alice would have noticed something, but, you know, I think it's better the way it was, don't you think?
at Aqua Bubbles: Thank you. You mean Dana getting a little more confident and Lara being somewhat cautious, don't you? Well, I think it's just typical behaviour since Lara's getting to know them and Dana, well, she's known them a long time, so...About Alice and Simon: I'm gonna write a story about that blind date, I think, I just don't know when it's gonna happen.