"Arms up!"
Connie instructed, gesturing for Rita to raise her arms so that she could help her off with her jumper.
"I am perfectly capable of undressing myself."
Rita slurred, pulling herself up into a sitting position from where she lay on the bed. Connie raised an eyebrow in return.
"That's as maybe, but I hardly think you'll enjoy it as much as I will."
She murmured, and she thought as she spoke, through the fuggy headedness, that she hadn't felt this drunk in quite some time...
"Arms up."
She repeated, pushing all thoughts of tomorrow from her mind. Surely she would be perfectly fine on meeting Rita's parents...so long as she had that drink of water?
She glanced to the bathroom, she remembered filling a glass, though she couldn't remember what happened next...
With an amused huff Rita obeyed and held her arms above her head, swaying slightly to one side as she did so.
Connie leant against the bed, relieved to find that the side of the mattress against her thighs supported her somewhat. She took hold of the hem of Rita's jumper, her fingers cold against the blonde's stomach and she felt her skin flutter and flinch away from her as she lifted the jumper higher, struggling as she reached her head, and she heard Rita laugh from inside the jumper, twisting her head so that Connie could tug it free.
"You're shivering."
Connie stated as she folded the jumper Rita had been wearing and placed it on the bedside table.
Rita gave one final shudder and yawned loudly. Her head ached awfully and her eyes felt dry. She swallowed.
"I wasn't planning on an evening snow ball fight, other wise I would have bought a change of clothes..."
She made to lean back against the head of the bed but Connie made a noise in the back of her throat and gestured to the night shirt she had set out on the bed.
"Perhaps you could bring more than a change of clothes next time..."
Connie spoke quietly, her eyes on the task at hand, bringing the arms of the night shirt to what she thought was the right way out, then realising half way through that they had been the right way out all along...she glanced up. Rita was frowning, not quite understanding what she had said.
"What if you bought all of your clothes next time?"
Connie reworded her question, holding the night shirt to her chest.
"But then all of my clothes would be here..."
Rita looked at her blankly, her frown deepening.
"Well, exactly..."
"Ohhh!"
The realisation dawned on her and she sat for a moment, her mouth agape, her eyes wide.
Connie cleared her throat. She felt the sway and wince of her head. Would either of them remember this conversation in the morning? She must have some water, to clear her mind...
"Really?"
Rita asked after a pause, still not quite comprehending the idea.
"Mmm..."
Connie raised a hand to her forehead, she was sweating, she skin felt cool and warm all at once, though her face seemed oddly numb.
"I'll get us some water."
She said hurriedly, and turned, feeling the floor creak and tilt beneath her. She placed a hand on the wall, feeling for it as though she thought it might escape her unless she kept one hand on it. The bathroom door, however, did escape her, and she bumped up against the door frame, misjudging and grazing up against it as she passed through into the en suite.
Rita puffed out a breath. She couldn't quite bring the jumble of her mind together enough to think about what it would be like to actually live here, with Connie, with Grace...she frowned again and touched her fingers to the creases of her forehead, drawing in a breath. She held it for a moment, and then exhaled, sitting up straight again and reaching behind herself to try to unhook her bra. Suddenly she could feel it too much, the cotton of it hot and restricting about her ribs.
"You want me to live here?"
She found herself saying, and there was stumbling noise and Connie reappeared in the door frame between the bedroom and the bathroom.
"Yes..."
She spoke as though she were out of breath. Her face was warm and her lips looked pinker, her eyes darker.
She stepped into the room again, having forgotten the drink of water for a third time.
"To have you come back here with you after work everyday, to get changed out of that uniform of yours in our bedroom..."
A smile slipped across Rita's lips as Connie spoke and she let her hands fall, giving up on the bra.
"Perhaps I could keep my uniform on sometimes..."
She bit her lip against her smile and Connie raised her eyebrows, amusement turning the corners of her lips down and she made her way over to the bed, sitting down onto the edge with a sigh of relief at having made it across the room without falling over.
"I must say I have thought about that before..."
She admitted, glancing across at Rita, how the pale skin of her chest was flushed pink against the white of her underwear, how her eyes sparkled and her smile grew.
"Have you now?"
She asked slowly.
"Mmm. Even before you and I...before this."
She gestured between the two of them and drew in a breath, her chest expanding as she sat up straighter. Her stomach made an odd rumbling noise and she wondered if perhaps a glass of water might help her to sober up.
"Really? Wow..."
Rita paused, remembering how it used to be, a strange foggy memory that seemed almost like a dream – how they'd argued, shouted and threatened one another in the months before they had fallen in love.
"Was that before or after you tore me to shreds in that office of yours?"
She asked, squinting, not entirely sure that her words were coming out in the order that she had meant them to.
"Oh...I'd say usually during."
Connie said quietly, remembering how often she had been convinced that their arguments could have become something more...
"Really!?"
Rita looked suddenly much more alert. She couldn't help but imagine it, if their arguments had led to something more, something hot and uncertain, something up against the office wall...
Connie smiled. She knew very well what the other woman was thinking.
"Wow..."
Rita repeated, and cleared her throat, looking up, meeting Connie's eyes.
"Imagine how hot that would have been..."
She whispered, glancing to her lips.
"Mmm."
Connie murmured.
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Gosh I take a while to get anywhere don't I?! The next scene is the next sex scene.
And thank you for the review that said that these getting there chapters were some of your favourites, that made me smile! xxx