A/N: So again, sorry for the short chapter but it's moving the story along. There will be smut in the next chapter so it'll probably take longer to write.
As always please R/R reviews make me write more.
We fell asleep for a couple hours, then raided the kitchen for some descent food. I didn't feel like cooking and neither did Rachel, so we both ate cold left overs of baked mac and cheese, and spaghetti. All dishes were vegetarian, maybe not vegan, but we'll work on that.
"So it's Friday night," I said in between forkfuls of mac and cheese.
Rachel shrugged her shoulders as she slurped her spaghetti, "I guess it is. Thank god though, I'm so sick of the drama at school, it's so nice to just relax with you and not have to worry about any of those cares."
"Well what would you like to do on the infamous date night," I asked, quirking and eyebrow.
Rachel slumped and sighed, putting her fork down on her plate, "I really would rather just stay here with you. I just don't think I have the energy to go out anywhere."
She said it simply and there was a sense of exhaustion in her tone.
"Sure," I shrug back, "we can put in a couple of movies or someth-"
"No Britt," she interrupted shaking her head, "It's been a few days since we've been intimate and more than anything I would like to be intimate again with you."
"So you want to have sex all night," I laughed, I didn't mean to offend her, but she looked embarrassed for bringing it up, "No, Rachel, its cool, I would love to be intimate with you all night."
"Do you want to play a game tonight," Rachel asked, her eyes dropping to her lap.
"Tonight, I think I want to play Brittany and Rachel," I smiled poking her nose from across the kitchen counter.
"Good, I mean what we've been doing is fun," she paused as her eyes met mine, "I think tonight I want to take things slow and romantic, with lots of cuddling."
She began to smile as she peeked a glance at me.
"There will be many nights to experiment with different things and get all our fantasies out, but to be completely honest, as long as you're with me, my fantasy is complete," I smiled, taking her hand in my good one.
She rolled her eyes, "Oh gawd you're so sappy."
"Because you love it," I replied softly, "And I love you."
Her sly smile turned into a grin, her shiny white teeth glowing in the dimly lit room. The sun had set a half an hour before and only one of the kitchen lights was on.
"I love you too," she said, biting her lip and with a shake of her head she changed the subject, "So where are your parents this time?"
I shrugged as I thought about it, "Let's see, Friday... Friday... Yeah, my mom is likely chugging wine with her club of wives at the country club, and my dad should be getting in from Thailand sometime in the middle of the night. I want to say 4am."
"You really don't see much of your parents do you," Rachel said sadly.
"Oh of course I do," I answered sarcastically, swatting a hand at her, "Every time there's a prestigious function where I'm supposed to look like a perfect daughter and everyone is suppose to forget that my parents even had another daughter. Sure there's talk, but no one knows what happened to the beautiful older sister who had so much potential she could've been the first female president one day. Whatever happened to that sister. This one that's left is awkward and dim, she couldn't sharpen a pencil. No she's nothing like that astonishing older sister who may as well have been royalty. She probably would have married royalty one day."
"Brittany," Rachel said slowly, reaching an arm out but not sure if she should touch me or not. Like I was a wild animal that she was trying to settle down to keep me from pouncing.
I went off, my eyes were flaming and my brain had retreated to that dark place on that dark day. I let a lot slip out that I never meant to, but it's hard to keep everything all bundled inside when I'm with her. I want to tell her everything I want her to tell me that everything will be okay and none of it was my fault. But it was a lie. It was all my fault.
I murdered my sister.