Part 17.
Sian rolled over, her eyes were clamped shut and the sheets were snugly wrapped round her. She felt them move against her with every turn of her body, and the sensation of it along with her being in bed in this room, sent her mind back years to a much happier place...
..She felt Sophie's hand inch up her body as she lay flat on her back, with her head thrown back writhing and moaning as she felt the brunette's tongue tease her gently. Sian couldn't remember how long they had been like this, her mind wouldn't let her concentrate on anything else, all she could feel was Sophie's mouth and her fingers. Fingers that were slowly making their way up the centre of her chest, gently pushing into her skin as she did so, feeling the heat that was coming off the blonde and the fine layer of sweat that was making her body silky and smooth to touch.
Sian's arms were flung over her head as her hands searched the sheets, mindlessly finding out the pillows and digging her fingers into them. Sophie knew exactly what to do with her tongue; when to lick, when to suck, and when to breath cool air upon her. And each time she did the latter, she would pause as if she was letting the anticipation mount within her girlfriend, teasing her even more before she would run the tip of her tongue back over her clit.
It made Sian's heart pound, and it filled her with such utter warmth that she never wanted it to end. And the brunette knew it. She knew that Sian liked it slow and drawn out; and that she loved the way Soph would build up the orgasm, and then ride it all the way out with her. Sophie loved the way that Sian moaned when she did.. not that it was always like that, however. The blonde remembered a particular time on Southport beach when it was so unexpected that it was unbelievably fast; so amazingly fast and exceptionally furious. It was the first time the brunette had gone down on her and Sian was so surprised it turned her on like nothing else. She had literally felt her heart leap out of her chest. The blonde came so fast that evening it shocked her at the time, but numerous occasions since had proved that Sophie could make her wet in an instant, and had the ability to make her orgasm over and over, in what could seem like an instant. It took Sian's breath away.
But right now, as Sophie's fingertips reached the blonde's shoulder and grasped her neck, she could feel herself tingling on the inside, and her stomach muscles clenched delicately as she slowly began moving in sync to the rhythm of the brunette's tongue. Sian's mouth opened slightly and she gasped as Sophie's tongue slipped inside of her. That was something else Soph knew exactly how to do, and when to do... how to move it, and precisely how fast and how hard in which to apply it.
Sian let out a low moan as she felt the brunette add some pressure inside her, and then she felt Sophie's tongue lovingly taste as far as it could reach. As she was withdrawing, Soph's left hand which had been resting on the blonde's right thigh, slowly began moving down the soft skin gently towards her knee. Sian had her leg hooked over the brunette's shoulder, and Sophie then moved her fingertips under the blonde's leg, and gradually teased them back along the flesh towards where her head was.
It was making the blonde judder all over the sensations she was feeling.. something like butterflies trying to escape out of her chest. Sophie had set her entire body alight and somehow she knew, just as she always did, that the blonde needed her fingers inside of her. Sophie's tongue slipped out just as she inserted her index and middle fingers, gently creating a slow rhythm that would gradually gain speed to make the blonde's world explode.
Sian moaned a little louder and Sophie moved her other fingers from the blonde's neck, and ran her thumb over her bottom lip. Sian quickly bit down on it as it fell easily into her mouth, before Soph continued the movement, pulling it away and down towards Sian's chin. The blonde gasped again as her eyes opened briefly, rolling them back into her head before she closed them again. Sophie's index finger followed her thumb, and as it approached Sian's lips the blonde clenched it between her teeth, holding onto it momentarily before her tongue swirled around it inviting it into her mouth...
A phone rang and it caused Sian's brow to furrow. The noise was unwelcome, as it pulled her out of her memory. She opened her eyes and found she was alone, the sheets still wrapped around her, and no gorgeous brunette between her legs. Sian let out a massive sigh, her heart was beating rapidly and her fingers were lying across her body where Sophie's should've been.
She sat up and felt completely isolated. It was dark. Sian glanced across to her bedside table and picked up her mobile phone. Sophie's name flashed across it and again, the blonde's forehead scrunched up and she felt sad. The phone stopped ringing and Sian held it to her chest and snuggled back down in bed. She wished Soph was with her, holding her, like they used to, way back when. Sian couldn't help but think that everything she wanted was over the road, with someone else. Having dinner, with someone else. If she wanted her, she'd be there, with her.. right? So why wasn't she? She closed her eyes.
Sophie sighed; she was annoyed. Sian was ignoring her phone calls. And for what reason she had no idea. Well, okay she might have done. But it was for no good reason, was it.. really ? Soph bit on her lip and clenched the phone in her hand. She didn't know what to do. She looked at the wall, which Sian's flat stood behind. Their flat, once upon a time. Sophie wanted to know what the blonde was doing...
"Any luck?"
Sophie looked to the stairs as Maz reached the bottom of them. She stood there, looking as gorgeous as ever, and it made Sophie smile. "Going on the pull are ya?" she enquired.
Maz's grin doubled in size, not that she needed her ego to be inflated but she basked in compliments all the same. "Don't avoid the question", Maz answered, "is she coming?"
Sophie sighed again and looked away. "She's not answering", she said, in a small voice.
It didn't seem to faze Maz in the slightest. "She'll show, guarantee it". She folded her arms and leaned against the wall.
Sophie wasn't convinced, although her concern was interrupted. Rosie appeared and sauntered down the stairs in her seven inch heels and black mini dress. Her push up bra left little to the imagination and her hair had so much volume it had pretty much doubled in size.
"I have never got dressed so quickly!" she exclaimed, as she walked to the sofa dropping her clutch bag onto it.
"Is that why the rest of the outfit is upstairs?" Sophie asked sarcastically.
Maz chuckled and Rosie shot her sister a glare. "Oh hahaa", she quipped. "At least I made an effort-"
"Is that what you call it?" Sophie grinned.
Maz straightened up and grabbed Rosie's wrist, "ignore her babes I think you look hot".
The older Webster beamed at that and turned to face her. "Oh you think so?" she smiled.
Maz raised her eyebrows. "Totally".
Rosie turned back around and grabbed her bag. "So, are we going?"
Sophie shrugged, not really happy about staying or going. Rosie walked up to her; for all their banter she was concerned about her sister. Her face dropped as she sighed and she rubbed Sophie's arm. "Have you spoken to her?"
Sophie looked at her and then glanced away. She shook her head. "No. She won't talk to me". She folded her arms across her chest.
Rosie put her hands on her little sister's shoulders. "She'll come around. Trust me".
Sophie raised her eyebrows, "trust you?"
"Yes!" Rosie exclaimed with a smile. "Aren't I always right?"
Sophie smiled too. "Mmm. Maybe".
"C'mon", the older Webster started, "I'm in a pulling mood", and she headed for the door.
Maz grinned at Sophie and followed Rosie out the door. Sophie smiled, "yeah, think you might be right about that one".
Shaker's was, loud. The three of them arrived and went straight to the bar. Maz absolutely loved it in there, she could listen to old classics all night. Hence why she and Soph used to go pretty much every week, when they were together.
Sophie leaned on the bar and sighed. She really wasn't in the mood; she just wanted to be in bed, if she was honest. With a gorgeous blonde... her mind trailed off. She was still kicking herself for not going after Sian, and for not just going home to the flat with her last night.. home.. She brought her eyes up to gaze in front of her. Did she want to be home with Sian? She suddenly became very aware of her heartbeat, pounding in her chest at that point. Sophie swallowed nervously, she was still scared about having all that back, but the thought of it and the images it conjured in her head made her all warm on the inside.
She straightened herself up off the bar and turned around just as Maz presented her with a drink which she took immediately and took a sip. Rosie was close in behind with some kind of blue cocktail. It had an umbrella in it. "I want to see Sian", she shouted, trying to be heard above the music.
"Babes she'll be here", Maz replied. "Just fashionably late, lady style".
Rosie scrunched up her face after tasting her drink through her straw, and she swallowed it bitterly. "Yeah so just relax. You won't do any good being all tense when she shows".
Sophie kind of rolled her shoulders back and shifter her eyes about. She knew they were right but she didn't want to be patient.
"C'mon hun", Maz said, putting her arm around Soph. "Let's dance, that'll loosen you up" and she winked at her.
Sophie half smiled and thought she may as well. Get in the mood for dancing nice and personal with her girl. When she got there.
Maz gave Rosie an inviting look as she half turned Sophie towards the dance floor, but she was busy getting distracted by her mobile phone.
"Ughhh, Jason.." she rolled her eyes. "I better get it-" she said as she lifted it to her ear.
"Come over in a few then babe", Maz answered.
Rosie nodded as she headed for the toilets... "what now?"
Two hours later and Rosie hadn't even made it back to the floor. After telling Jason he was being a neanderthal for easily the millionth time since they had got together, she had been bombarded by male attention. All she had done was go to the bar to get a replacement for her horrid blue thing Maz had bought her, when suddenly she couldn't move for compliments and offers of drinks. And of course she couldn't refuse.
It was easily the third guy who had approached her, and they had moved further along the bar when for the first time she had noticed Maz and her sister on the dance floor. Rosie smiled at them and moved her attention back to Dan, or..Ben, or... whoever it was when she noticed Soph almost fall over and Maz grab her.
Rosie shot her attention to the dance floor and realised they were both, completely drunk. She didn't think she had been gone that long..or maybe she had, and just then Sophie stumbled in her direction.
"..so it's hard work and that, but I just get on with it" whoever the guy was said. And then he shrugged. "It just means I get to talk to hot women like you, every day...but I've got to say you're up there at the top.."
Sophie had just made it to the bar and Rosie was eyeing her with concern, and her eyes rested back on Dan or Ben or whoever as Soph landed at the bar on the other side of him. She scrunched up her face. "What?"
His smile dropped. He leaned in closer. "I just think you're beautiful.. is what I said".
Rosie pulled away. "Aw thanks", she smiled, and then picked up her clutch bag. "I've gotta go", she said before she siddled up to her sister the other side of him. "What, do you think you are doing?" she demanded, as she grabbed Sophie's arm. Her eyes were wide.
"Whaaa?" her little sister slurred. "I'm having, ffuun-"
"You're drunk!"
"And?" Sophie shot her sister a look. "Wha does sthat matterrr?"
"What is Sian gunna think when she sees you?"
Sophie flopped her hands out a lot heavier than she intended. Rosie had to move back to avoid getting clouted. "Ohh wake up Rosehh! She ent coming. She dunt care-"
"Of course she does-"
"No!" Sophie shouted. Loud. She looked her sister right in the eye, and although her pupils were wondering a little bit, and she may of even been swaying, she knew exactly what she was saying, and meant every word. "It'ss been two hours, and she's not here. She dunt waanna see me.. So fine. Whateeever!" She turned back to the bar. "I'm goinggg to eenjoy myselffff. She can.." and she lowered her voice, "forget it".
Rosie watched as her sister ordered two more beers. "Sophie", she breathed out, "don't be like this".
Sophie turned to her with a bottle in both hands. She had tears in her eyes and she suddenly seemed sober, or soberer, at least. Her words were more rational, and she just shrugged. "Maybe it's just not meant to be". Sophie pulled her lips into a small smile, however fake it was and puffed out a breath. She walked back towards Maz.
Rosie watched her go and after a moment looked at her phone for the time. Half past midnight, maybe Sian really had given up. She bit on her bottom lip and it took her about a second to realise what to do. She flicked through her contacts and pressed dial, holding her phone to her ear as she walked to the beer garden.