She had her pressed against the wall so quickly that the only way she realized she was there was from the hard thump on her back. Her eyes widened in curiosity and slight fear. Being pressed against the wall by your significant other usually meant one of two things. 1) they was severely pissed at you and needed you to listen because you fucked up, or 2) (the one she'd been dreading for no apparent reason at all) Her forcing her to keep it in her pants had finally caught up to her. Not that she minded it, she liked the aggression. She looked into her hungered eyes and leaned forward, eyebrow raised.
"Yes, my dear?" She commented, tone teasing and mocking her girlfriend. She looked down at her lips and saw a smirk crossing them, her eyes going back up to her own. She stayed silent, looking at every detail of her face, causing that smirk to slowly disappear. She pressed her hand to the wall beside her head and leaned in closely, softly breathing her gentle scent in. Oh for fuck's sake, did she smell good. Their lips were centimeters away now, nearly touching, but not quite. Her lips were going to betray her. Press themselves hungrily against her girlfriend's with a million hungry kisses. She practically did it, just from how satisfying the thought was. But she stopped herself, remembering she wasn't the one who pinned her against the wall like this.
And before she took advantage of her own lips, just waiting there to be kissed, she pressed his head against the wall above her shoulder. Her lips were parted, causing her warm breath to wash over her skin, sending prickles through her body. They sat there for what seemed like hours, her warm breath on her now goose bump covered skin. She stared at she shoulder and waited, waited for her to do something. She continued to stare, reaching up and gently running her finger nail along his skin where her top scooped low. When she touched her, she shuddered and grabbed both her hands by the wrist, one hand encompassing them both. She pulled back from the wall and stared into her eyes once more before she placed her hands above her head. She leaned in and gently pressed his lips to her neck, her body shuddering just like she thought it would. She sucked on her neck, ran her tongue along it, teased her endlessly.
"Please..." She begged, practically moaned, her body arching against as best it could with hands pinned down. But with her request, her hungry and lusting kisses attacked her neck. She nibbled on her ear before moving to her lips. Her silk-like tongue probed her mouth, the girl giving a muffled groan against his lips. Her hand played with the fringe of her shirt, she ran her finger tips along her skin, and finally under her shirt. Her cold hand made its way to her bra, slipping under the wire and began to take hold of her flesh. She was lucky she was holding her up because her knees had gone weak and she was sure she would have collapsed by now.
What made even worse (well, technically better) was that her hips were now pressed against hers, grinding slowly. She pulled away from his kisses, her breath shallow and short. Her kisses, her hand on her skin, the way she moved against her, it was all fogging her mind, making her not be able to think clearly as her hips began to move in motion when his.
"Oh... shit. Fuck." she panted and leaned her head back, against the wall. "I want you..." She pleaded, her stopping everything, a cocky grin rolling across her flushed face. She panted as the heat from her lower regions throbbed and she let go of her hands, her wobbly knees causing her to slide to the ground. She was utterly and completely confused.
"Now you know how you make me feel." She chuckled, walking away from the flushed and completely embarrassed girl.
She placed the food before her and smiled brightly. "Voila~! I give to you, my creation." On that plate was a thick and juicy steak, a small serving of pasta (with a healthy dose of red sauce covering it), and a salad, no dressing included just yet. "I made it myself. Danielle called and... well I know you had such a... a really rough day." She leaned in to kiss her girlfriend's cheek but stopped when she pulled her head away with an annoyed jerk.
"I don't eat meat..." She mumbled, looking down and staring at the plate. The smell wafted into her nose and it took all her willpower to no gag, to not hurt her girlfriend further. Her girlfriend's once happy posture slumped into a mess as she pulled the plate away.
"Fuck... babe I'm so sorry. I... I completely forgot." She simply held the plate, not knowing what to do with it, looking terribly awkward. The other girl stared at the table, eyebrows knitting in confusion.
"For..." She let out an exasperated breath as she clutched the table cloth. "Forgot?" Her eyes whipped up to her girlfriend, glassy and angry. "We've been together for a year and you... forgot..." Her elbows slammed down onto the table and she dropped her head into her hands. "I feel so loved right now." The plate was roughly set down onto the counter-top with a loud KLANG as her girlfriend's arms crossed with hurt and anger.
"Stop it." She said, her voice that eerily, scarily calm. The type of calm that your mother would get when she found out you'd gotten detention. The type of calm right before a terrible storm. The type of calm where you know if you slip up one more time, you're fucked. The one sitting at the table glanced up, silent, scared of saying anything else. "Did something happen today?" She asked, tilting her head as the other nodded. "Something not so great?" Another nod. "And is it appropriate to take all your stress out on me?" she shook her head no and looked anywhere but her girlfriend's face. She looked at her neck, her ears, her forehead. Anywhere but those forgiving eyes. She didn't deserve to be forgiven. Not for what she did. "Talk to me about it.." she gently said, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. Again, she jerked away, only this time as if she was afraid of her.
"I don't think you want to know..." She whispered, her voice shaky and scared. It was almost too low for her girlfriend to hear, but she did. And now, she was curious. Not the good kind like when you were four and wondering what present you were getting. More like the type of curiosity that killed the cat.
"What don't I want to know...?" She was just as scared to ask, but did so anyways. Her voice was low, still calm, but with an underlying tone of anger. When the other one didn't answer, she asked again, "Darling... what don't I want to know...?" She waited a few moments but received no answer, so gently slammed her hand on the table to get her attention. "What don't I want to know?" She knew now, what she didn't want to know, just from her lack of response. But she still had to hear it from her mouth. To know it was true. The one sitting jumped in surprise and tears poured from those fearful eyes.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I didn't... mean to." She pressed her eyes to her hands and sobbed into them, shoulders shaking. "I didn't know what I was doing until it was too late." She cried, voice hiccuping now. She said more, but her girlfriend didn't hear it. Her ears rang and her eyes stared off into space. She stepped away from the one crying as if she were a foreign creature, something she didn't know. A stranger. The one crying reached out to her with a damp hand, trying to pull her back, to apologize for her terrible, terrible wrong. But her girlfriend pulled away like she was a disease and made her way upstairs, packing her bags, the soundtrack of her lover sobbing filling this empty and broken house.
"Ow, fuck!" She yelled, grabbing onto the back of her best friend's backpack and falling to the ground. Her friend teetered backwards but regained his balance and turned around, practically bursting with laughter from his friend.
"What the serious fuck..." He said, a small chuckle passing through his lips. His friend looked up and her eyes were set to glare as she pushed her hair from her face. "How on earth did you fall? We are literally are walking on solid, level, gravel-less ground. There are no cracks or sticks or rocks... We are in a parking lot..." He paused as another attack of laughter struck him.
"I'm just clumsy, okay?" She pushed herself up so she was on her knees. Her hands were dusting themselves off as she glanced behind her, eyes looking to accuse something of tripping her up. "I think I just fell..." She grumbles angrily, feeling stupid. Her best friend was now fully laughing, his loud belly filled laughter now accompanying the birds that were happily chirping away.
"If you fell here," he held out his hand for her and pulled the woman up, managing to stop her laughter for a few seconds to speak. "I can not wait until the hike. Maybe we'll pull a 27 hours deal. You'll have to cut your arm off." He joked, the girl rolling her eyes and sticking out her tongue.
"Smartass, it's 127 hours." She glanced down at her shorts, making sure there was no rips, when she noticed the cut in her leg. "Aww shit. I already have a cut." She threw her hands up into the air and sighed, which only caused another burst of hearty laughter from the person who she was regretting labeling "best friend". She walked to the grass, where a small stump was and sat down, surveying the damage. "It's small, but it's bleeding." She stared at it and sighed before looking up. "You got a band-aid?" He smiled and pulled his backpack off, giggling as he did so.
"I have some hello-kitty if you want them." He said, his cheeks red with containing laughter from his idiotic joke. He stared at her before she rolled her eyes once more.
"Go ahead, laugh." He did. "And give me a fucking band-aid, jerk." She jerked her hand out and motioned for him to hand one over, which he did. She peeled away all the wrappings and whatnot before placing it over her wound of shame. "Thank you. And I swear," she stood and began walking towards the trail's start. "If you bring this up during the hike, I'm throwing you off a cliff." She glanced back to see him follow, putting his backpack on once more. As she was turning back to face forward, her face and body slammed into a poll. She fell back onto her butt and the only sound he hear was her friend's laughter one more time and the words:
"You're luck fucking sucks today!"
"I don't want to do this anymore..." She said, turning around and bumping into her friend who was behind her. Her friend grabbed her shoulders and smiled that large grin she always did. "I'm going to throw up or... pass out or something even worse."
"Don't be a puss." Her friend squeezed her shoulders and glanced behind her friend. "There's a cute girl in one of the chairs... maybe if you act super scared or brave she'll swoon." She friend teased as she turned her around, patting her on the back. "And plus, I'll be there with you... kinda. I can't give blood because..." her friend brought two squeezed fingers to her mouth and puffed, a large grin on her face.
"You piece of shit..." she hissed as she glanced back, one of the nurses smiling at her. She took her arm and pulled her over to a chair. She sat down, taking in a deep breath, feeling her pulse speed up as the nurse came over and cleaned the crook of her arm. After that was over she wrapped a tourniquet around her bicep, tightening it it so her vein would pop up. It took a few minutes but it eventually did, and the nurse grabbed it needle. The girl bit her lower lip, one eyes shut, looking to the side. The girl in the chair next to her smiled and chuckled.
"Nervous?" She asked with a grin, her voice having a thick french accent. The other nodded and laughed too, glancing over at the needle that was now in her arm, taking blood.
"Oh jeez, that is disgusting." She mumbled and looked away again, the girl nodding amd chuckling again. "At least it's for a good cause." She smiled nervously, taking in another deep breath.
"Indeed it is. Disgusting and a good cause..." she jested, clearly trying to calm the girl down. "But you're brave for doing zhis. I commend you." The other girl snorted and looked at her.
"I'm far from brave... but thank you." She softly replied, sighing as she did so. She shut her eyes and felt the worry slip away. There was short silence between them before the french woman spoke again.
"Have you ever given blood before?" She asked with intrigue, the other girl shaking her head.
"My friend talked me into it. And then bailed right before." She stuck her tongue out and scrunched up her nose, the French woman chuckling at her.
"That is most unfortunate. You're doing rather well." She said, the other girl nodding and remaining silent in her chair. She opened her mouth, about to reply but unfortunately... passed out.
The next she awoke, sitting next to her was her friend with a smug grin on her face. She blinked a few times and sat up, only to feel a wave of dizziness fill her head. So she dropped back down onto her chair. Her friend snickered as she drank out of a juice box, eyebrow raised high.
"Did you have fun?" She asked with a laugh. She rolled her eyes and rubbed her forehead.
"Shut up..." she grumbled and lazily dropped her hand out. "Give me a god damn cookie..." her friend placed one on her hand and took another drink from her juice box.
"By the waaaay..." she pulled up a juice box with a post-it stuck to it. "That lovely French woman left you this." She placed it on the cookie and she pulled it in front of her face, attempting to read it.
I really enjoyed our conversation, despite the fact that you passed out in the middle of it I'd enjoy to have a real one, maybe with much less blood. I hope that you will take me up on it. Give me a call or just come visit me at the hospital, which is where I work. Below what she wrote was a far too adorable signagure and her number. She smiled and dropped her hand onto her chest. Despite how terrible this was, at least something good came of it.