I apologise in advance for any typos etc that may appear. I wrote this in math class one morning and came home for lunch and speed typed it, leaving myself only 15 minutes to get ready for my english class =P Being late or nearly late for fic is totally acceptable in my opinion, though I don't know how my professor feels. =,[ anyhoo hope ya like. I'm slowly filling in the gaps. Slooowly. -As a side note, I actually wasn't late to class. Yay for me :D
Natalie was stretched out on Aaliyah's bed, wearing softees shorts and an oversized long sleeved shirt. Another sleepover. The popcorn bowl was long discarded, its remnants the nasty burnt pieces and unpopped kernals. The TV was turned down so the kids wouldn't wake up; turned to some life time movie about some dumb housewife who was oblivious to the fact her husband was a serial killer. Another friday night.
Aaliyah came back from checking on her siblings. It was her day to watch them. Whenever Arizona and Callie had the same day off from work, they would go on a date. Aaliyah didn't mind, she was used to it by now, and it allowed her to spend time unsupervised with her girlfriend.
When Aaliyah was little, when she was too young to spend time alone while her parents went out together, her uncle would most often be the one to watch her. It was fun at first and everything was fine, until it started teaching Aaliyah a whole new world of information that her mothers didn't want her to know yet.
For example, Liyah was over Mark's apartment, which conveniently was across the hall from her parents at the time, being watched until Arizona's shift at the hospital was over. She was using the bathroom when she came across what appeared to her to be water balloons. She had fun filling them up in the sink, or at least trying to, making a mess in the process. But when she asked her uncle to help her tie them off, in front of her mommy who had just came to pick her up, things got a little awkward.
The next time he had baby sat her, she discovered a sling shot in the couch cusions. She played with it, slinging Gold Fish crackers all over the house, until her naptime which was employed immediately by Mark once he saw the mess he would have to clean up. Not wanting her uncle to take her fun new toy away, she pocketed it, and when she woke up she had forgotten all about it.
When she got home, she ate dinner and watched TV before getting ready for bed. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and potty, when she realized she still had the sling shot in her jeans pocket. She rushed out of the bathroom to tell her mama all about the fun she'd had that day, and needless to say Callie was less than pleased that Mark would let her play with a sling shot. But when Liyah pulled it out of her pocket to ask her mama why there was glue on it, Callie was too horrified to think up an excuse. she grabbed the thong out of her daughter's hands and threw it in the trash bin, immediately guiding Liyah to the bathroom when she sprayed her down with hand sanitizer.
Of course, when Arizona got home later that night and went to throw her coffee cup in the trash, she found a pair of some other woman's underwear and rushed to conclusions. Callie was used to her then fiance's fear of losing her and explained what had happened, and that put an abrupt end to relying on Mark to baby sit for them, until he had kids of his own.
Before the birth of his first daughter, Kimber, Aaliyah was not allowed to go into any room alone in Mark's house and she was definately "not allowed to sit on the couch!" as her mothers reminded her everytime they visited.
"The kids are asleep." Liyah said in a suggestive tone. She stood at the doorway of her bedroom, slender arms lifted above her head, grasping the wooden frame. Natalie noticed the way it raised her already too short shirt even higher still, but worked hard not to show her arousal. It had been two weeks since Aaliyah had caught her parents together and she had pushed the thought to the morgue of her mind and locked it away in a body bag, where all of the memories she'd rather forget were laid to rest.
Liyah stretched upward and let an achey moan escape her. The shirt exposed the bottom of her bra before it fell back in place. Natalie had to bite her tongue for fear of saying something that would encourage her girlfriend. But Aaliyah didn't need encouragement; she let her inhabitions, (which were few and far between these days,) go and she lifted the shirt over her head, letting it fall amongst the dirty laundry and popcorn bowl. Then she swayed her hips as she slowly made her way to Nattie. Once she was on the bed, but before she reached her girl, she dropped to her knees and crawled the remaining two feet. Natalie's mouth watered at the sight and she felt the distinct electric pulse triggered between her legs. She wanted to back up. No, correction, she knew she should back up but she couldn't. Her hands found the smooth curve of her girl's waist and then felt her hands caressing hers, guiding them up to cup her chest. Natalie was unsure if the rapid heartbeat she felt belonged to her love, or if it was her own, beating so hard and fast that she could feel it in her hands even. She wouldn't doubt it. The things she wanted to do to her Liyah... How badly she wanted her. It was almost barbaric, the intense physical attraction she felt for her. Sometimes, just looking at her made her have to change her panties or take a cold shower.
But the blonde didn't know. She felt inadequate and unwanted. She had tried to initiate more heated moments before, but Natalie always stopped her. Deep down Aaliyah knew it was for her safety only, as her baby reminded her in the shower what seemed like so long ago. But they had been a couple for over five months now and they were in love. Why shouldn't they make that love physical too?