A thrill zipped through Rachyl as the cab turned up onto her driveway. Their driveway. She paid the fare, and tipped probably more than she should have, but he'd been nice and quiet and kept the heat warm warm warm. She got out, pulling her bag and purse. Shivering at the frigid blast of wind, the sound of another car pulling into the driveway caught her attention. The silver PT Cruiser, emblazoned with a flaming chariot on the doors and the name "Thor's Chariot Courier," discharged a tall, lanky youth with surprisingly clear skin. She handed the cabbie a five because there was no way he was going to be able to pull out of the driveway til the van left. Approaching the youth, she said, "Can I help you?"
"Rachyl Walker?"
"Yes...?"
From the front seat, he brought out a silver case and a clipboard. "Sign here please."
Completely confused as to how quickly a courier service had gotten their new address, she ungloved her hands then signed her name and took the silver case. "Thanks."
The youth nodded. "Sure thing. Nice upgrade," he said, indicating the house, "I had to go to both of the old apartments before we got your new address from the plant."
Rachyl dug a twenty out of her purse and handed it to the youth, and pulled her gloves back on. "Thanks again, and have a great day."
He thanked her profusely then climbed back into the car. Shortly, both Cruiser and cab disappeared from the driveway.
Silver case held carefully in her gloved hands, Rachyl climbed the steps to the front door. Digging again in her purse for her keys, she unlocked, entered, and closed the door behind her. A sudden ratatattat staccato got louder and louder as Dill came charging down the stairs. Rachyl quickly put her armsload down and knelt to one knee. The silver bullet dog lept from the third step up, slid across the floor (they really needed to get a rug for the foyer) and bounded into her arms. Doggie licks and wet nose kisses all over her face and cheeks made her giggle. A thought occurred to her: wouldn't it be awesome to have a child greet her like this when she came home?
Strange thoughts percolating, she stood with the dog still in her arms and walked him to the kitchen. Setting him in front of the food and water bowls, she scratched his ears for a few moments, and left him to eat.
Dampening a paper towel she wiped her face - Meegan wouldn't want to kiss her with doggie slobber all over - and drank a glass of water.
Returning to the front door, she picked up her bag, purse, and the case, and slowly climbed the stairs. She was surprised at the overwhelming silence from the house, but figured Meegan was out.
Turning into their bedroom, she passed Meegan's bag in one of the chairs and saw her drawing pad set carefully aside. Curiosity urged her to peek at the upcoming creations, but privacy and the thrill of having Meegan giving her a mini-play-fashion show stayed her hand.
She almost gasped then when she saw Meegan splayed across the bed, haphazardly covered, pillows askew and seperated. "She must have taken a tylenol pm," Rachyl decided. Leaning over the bed, she gently kissed her lover's forehead, brushed a lock of that amazing pinkish blonde hair from her lips, and turned quietly back to the hall.
Back down the stairs she moved and stopped in the lower office. "Where did we leave those menus?"
A soft bark drew her attention, and she stuck her head out of the office door and looked toward the kitchen. Dill leaned against the island, nose pointed in the air. "I swear that dog knows what I say sometimes," Rachyl muttered as she patted Dill and praised him for his great job.
She picked up the phone and dialed. "Yeah I'd like a delivery please. 821 White Ash. 555-1479. Yeah I'd like one large chicken cheesesteak, one large regular cheesesteak with fried onions, hot and sweet peppers on the side. Order of mozzarella sticks, order of breaded fried mushrooms. Anti-pasto with blue cheese on the side. Diet two-liter, no preference. Sprite two-liter. I'd like it delivered at..." Rachyl checked the clock. It was quarter to one. "Two pm please. And the total? Okay, thanks."
With that, Rachyl hung up the phone and went back into the office. "Might as well check my email..." she commented to herself, then snorted frustratedly. She'd left the silver case upstairs. But then, she wanted to open that with Meegan. It was just too odd...
Back Home and At the Beginning
The cab took Meegan home and when she went to pay the remainder of the fair the cabbie refused her. Sighing softly she silently thanked Tai and walked up to her front door. The house was dark and eerily quiet. As her key turned in the lock, she heard Dill come barreling through the house, barking once. He knew she was home and was greeting her. Meegan swung open the door and Dill cam to a skidding halt at her feet. She knew if she'd been Rachyl he's have jumped on her shoulders and started licking her face.
It made her wonder if she had been wrong to suppress such actions in him as he seemed to derive such pleasure from it. Still she really didn't like being licked, nor did she like being jumped on, so she and Dill would simply not have that sort of demonstrative greeting. Instead she crouched on the floor, letting her bag slid from her shoulder and gave him a hug, and a good scratching. His bag end waggled with the force of his wagging tail and she chuckled at him. He derived pleasure from her greeting as well.
She gave him a final pat and picked up her bag. The sitting room, lower office and sunroom had all been finished that day, and she gazed lovingly at them as she moved into the kitchen. She set her bag on the counter an set the tea pot to boiling. Rachyl had a habit of a cup of herbal tea before bed and Meegan had simply fallen into it. She knew that with out it there would not be sleep in her near future. While she waited she removed her outer garments and hung them on the hook by the outer kitchen door.
Tea made, she carried it and her bag up to the only finished room upstairs. Their bedroom was simply and elegantly decorated and it meant that much more to her, since they had made all of the decisions together. She set her bag on one of the plush chairs of their sitting area and the tea on a coaster on the table next to it.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she unlaced and pulled off her combat boots and socks. Standing she pulled the close-fitting black sweater over her head, followed by a thermal undershirt, and a black bra. She pulled off her jeans and thick winter tights. Picking up all of her clothes she moved to the closet and separated her things into the dry cleaners and laundry hampers, before pulling a pair of silk pajamas off the shelf.
The green silk slid on her body like well...silk. She felt sexy, even though the only skin showing was her belly button and about a three inch swatch of her upper chest between her collar bones. Sitting in the plush chair she pulled out her sketch pad and charcoals.
She needed to redraw each of her sketches so that they could be used as reference in the design stage. As they were now, would be no help to her. She'd have one of Rachyl's assistants find some photographs of naked pregnant women for her. It would seem like an odd request, but it kept Meegan from having to browse porn sights and see something that would make her vomit. Besides, the guy she was going to ask, was a bit of a porn addict and would know where to go to find her tasteful photos.
She carefully pulled each page from the pad and set them aside. She propped up the first one and began to resketch the barely pregnant woman, she had done her best to imagine each woman with out her bulky winter jacket and had done rather decently.
Meegan was on the final page, the last woman from the garden, that had been near the end of her pregnancy when the grandfather clock in the sitting room struck six am. It sang it's little tune at six hour intervals and the bum-bum-bum daa bum-bum-bum brought her back into the world of the living.
She set the last page next to the rest on the coffee table and went into the bathroom to wash her hands. She was tired, but sleep seemed like a foreign thing to her. It would be strange to sleep with out Rachyl. Maybe being apart for two days had been an error in judgement on her part. She sighed, and pulled the bottle of Tylenol PM from the medicine cabinet. She took two and returned to the bedroom.
Dill had taken up residence in his little bed that rested on her side of the bed, she gave him a scratch as she passed him. He would be hungry when he woke, but his food bowl was full with dry food and since his water bowl was connected directly to the plumbing he wouldn't be out of water. He would, however, sulk about the lack of wet food for breakfast, she'd make it up to him by giving him and extra Greenies later.
Picking up the book from the bedside table she thumbed to her place and began to read. It was a compilation of stories and accounts on the mystery surrounding JFK's death. It was not meant to be a factual representation, just a bunch of people expressing their opinion on the subject. So far it had been fascinating.
Twenty minutes into a theory that it was aliens, and she was sound asleep, the book falling to the floor from her limp fingers.
Rachyl
18 years ago
Meegan
18 years ago
Clouds drifted across a perfect blue sky, as she ran along in a meadow. Yellow flowers dotted the landscape and it had become a game to not step on them as they ran. Laughing she looked down and into the smiling face of a small child. Her hair was the white blonde of youth that would darken as she aged. Her eyes were a striking green and her nose was small and elf like. "Mommy, Mommy, I'm going to win!" "I know!" Said another voice. Laughing-Meegan looked up and saw Rachyl sitting on a purple blanket surrounded by the makings of a picnic.
Meegan slowed her pace a bit as the little girl's legs began to tire. It was important that she let her win. The girl reached the blanket first and jumped up and down on her toes. "Mama, you let me win. That's cheating." "I did not, you are just faster than I am, baby." "Are you sure?" "Sure am." She crouched down, her breath coming in a fast pant from the run up from the car, and enveloped the little blonde into a hug. The joy and love for this child filled her heart and a tear formed in the corner of her eye. Somewhere in the distance a dog barked.
Meegan lifter her head and looked around, she was certain she'd heard Dill bark. She twisted around until she could sit up and rubbed at the sleep in her eyes. The dream sat fresh in her mind and she wondered at it. Why would she dream such a thing? Yawning she let it replay in her mind as she went to turn on the shower. She saw a silver case on the side table.
"That's new." She picked it up and realized Rachyl must be home. Shower forgotten she ran down the stairs and found Rachyl at the computer in the downstairs office.
"You're home!"
Meegan slowed her pace a bit as the little girl's legs began to tire. It was important that she let her win. The girl reached the blanket first and jumped up and down on her toes. "Mama, you let me win. That's cheating." "I did not, you are just faster than I am, baby." "Are you sure?" "Sure am." She crouched down, her breath coming in a fast pant from the run up from the car, and enveloped the little blonde into a hug. The joy and love for this child filled her heart and a tear formed in the corner of her eye. Somewhere in the distance a dog barked.
Meegan lifter her head and looked around, she was certain she'd heard Dill bark. She twisted around until she could sit up and rubbed at the sleep in her eyes. The dream sat fresh in her mind and she wondered at it. Why would she dream such a thing? Yawning she let it replay in her mind as she went to turn on the shower. She saw a silver case on the side table.
"That's new." She picked it up and realized Rachyl must be home. Shower forgotten she ran down the stairs and found Rachyl at the computer in the downstairs office.
"You're home!"
Rachyl
18 years ago
Rachyl bounced out of the chair in which she'd barely sat down to hop the two steps towards Meegan and wrapped her arms around her verdant silk-clad lover. Nuzzling her nose and lips into the taller woman's neck-shoulder joint, she rocked gently back and forth, "mmm"ing in contentment. Placing a soft kiss there, she leaned back slightly. Gazing intently up into those wonderful jade eyes, she echoed, "You're awake!"
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan returned Rachyl's nuzzle and chuckled softly at her greeting. "Have you been home long? Why didn't you wake me? How was New Jersey?"
she hugged Rachyl close again and buried her face in red red locks gracing her lover's neck. "Mmmm, I missed you." She whispered softly.
she hugged Rachyl close again and buried her face in red red locks gracing her lover's neck. "Mmmm, I missed you." She whispered softly.
Rachyl
18 years ago
Rachyl grinned at Meegan's veritable interrogation. "Ten minutes, you looked so peaceful and cute sleeping, and it was... interesting."
She rubbed her cheek against the other's ear and murmured quietly, "Lunch should be delivered at two, so that gives us about an hour to shower or play." Kissing the edge of Meegan's ear, then running her tongue about the lobe, she buried her nose again in her lover's hair. The faint lavender scent washed over her like a soft wave. "Or we could just talk and save that for afterwards. Interesting doesn't even begin to cover it."
She rubbed her cheek against the other's ear and murmured quietly, "Lunch should be delivered at two, so that gives us about an hour to shower or play." Kissing the edge of Meegan's ear, then running her tongue about the lobe, she buried her nose again in her lover's hair. The faint lavender scent washed over her like a soft wave. "Or we could just talk and save that for afterwards. Interesting doesn't even begin to cover it."
Meegan
18 years ago
"Oh! I left the shower running!" She pulled from Rachyl and remembered the silver tube. "What's this?"
Meegan handed it to Rachyl and waited expectantly, the shower forgotten again.
Meegan handed it to Rachyl and waited expectantly, the shower forgotten again.
Rachyl
18 years ago
"You left the..." Rachyl choked, then snorted, then cleared her throat. "The shower running?" Snorting again, then snickering, her reaction quickly bubbled up into full blown laughter. A tear formed at the corner of her eye, and she coughed trying to calm herself.
When Meegan regained her control, too, Rachyl quipped, "Well we might want to wait til later for the shower. This was delivered by courier when I got home. Thor's Chariot Courier. Nice kid. I'm going to go turn off the shower; you figure out how to open it."
When Meegan regained her control, too, Rachyl quipped, "Well we might want to wait til later for the shower. This was delivered by courier when I got home. Thor's Chariot Courier. Nice kid. I'm going to go turn off the shower; you figure out how to open it."
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan looked down at the little thing and shrugged. Rachyl went upstairs and she went into the kitchen, filled and turned on the kettle to boil, then pulled out her french press and the rest of the things needed for tea and coffee. then sat in the window seat turning the tube over and over in her hands.
It was seamless and she couldn't find a latch or lock of any kind. She mashed it on both ends, then one end at a time. She tried pulling on the neds and that didn't work either. She ran her fingers gently over the entire thing and couldn't find a hollow place or something else to press. Finally she put one hand at each end and gave a sharp twist. The thing fell open in her hands and a thick white paper fell into her lap. She read it through once and sighed. She was going to have to buy a new dress for this thing.
It was seamless and she couldn't find a latch or lock of any kind. She mashed it on both ends, then one end at a time. She tried pulling on the neds and that didn't work either. She ran her fingers gently over the entire thing and couldn't find a hollow place or something else to press. Finally she put one hand at each end and gave a sharp twist. The thing fell open in her hands and a thick white paper fell into her lap. She read it through once and sighed. She was going to have to buy a new dress for this thing.
Rachyl
18 years ago
It made Rachyl giggle the whole way up the stairs knowing Meegan had fallen asleep and left the shower running. Turning it off when she reached their room, she returned to the office, then heard the sizzle of a flame boiling tea water. Then she spied Meegan in the breakfast nook. "That was quick, what did we get?"
Meegan handed her the invitation, which she perused. "Oooh! Sounds fun! And we get to go dress shopping!"
Bouncing on the balls of her heels, she leaned over Meegan's shoulders and wrapped her arms around her lover's chest, oblivious to any reaction her breasts bouncing against Meegan might have caused. "I want to wear Springy colors and lots of lace and gloves and high heels and I want sessy lingerie that you design ensconcing my body which you can then tear off of me later that night!" Giving a quick smooch to the designer, she giggled, left the invitation on the little table, and hummed her way over to the tea pot.
Meegan handed her the invitation, which she perused. "Oooh! Sounds fun! And we get to go dress shopping!"
Bouncing on the balls of her heels, she leaned over Meegan's shoulders and wrapped her arms around her lover's chest, oblivious to any reaction her breasts bouncing against Meegan might have caused. "I want to wear Springy colors and lots of lace and gloves and high heels and I want sessy lingerie that you design ensconcing my body which you can then tear off of me later that night!" Giving a quick smooch to the designer, she giggled, left the invitation on the little table, and hummed her way over to the tea pot.
Meegan
18 years ago
It was another of those things that she just didn't understand, but Rachyl's reaction to the invite made her smile and shake her head. If she want pastels and lace, it wasn't coming from Meegan's pen.
"So tell me about your visit, and I'll sit here in my pajama's a sip coffee while you do."
She got up to put coffee grounds, and hot water into the press and let it do it's thing for a moment, finished off the process, and poured herself a cup. She returned to the window seat and sipped at the black liquid.
"So tell me about your visit, and I'll sit here in my pajama's a sip coffee while you do."
She got up to put coffee grounds, and hot water into the press and let it do it's thing for a moment, finished off the process, and poured herself a cup. She returned to the window seat and sipped at the black liquid.
Rachyl
18 years ago
"Well," Rachyl said as she poured herself some hot water into her big Bubba Keg mug, "The busride was boring for the most part. Did some journal writing, slept, ate. Didn't converse much. The ride down - up - there - I sat next to a nun who kept giving me the Evil Righteosity Eye about the book I was reading. I half wished I'd worn something more Gothic-Ah to really give her something to rant about. It might have been fun!" Winking with a Jack Nicholson's Joker-style smile, she continued on as she dunked a pair of Celestial Seasonings Raspberry Zinger teabags. "Got into Philly, had a hot dog, got some papers to read, hopped on the bus. Sat next to a girl with more metal in her face than the Man in the Iron Mask. No recognizable fashions though. Got to town, took a cab. There was a strange car in the driveway. I unlocked the door and went in. Didn't see anyone, so I sat down to watch TV..."
Rachyl set her mug down to steep and waited for Meegan to be taking a sip of her coffee when she said, "And a naked woman came out to the living room, saw me, and called, 'Renee! Your daughter's here!' and I heard a reply, "OH SHIT! Come untie me!"
Rachyl set her mug down to steep and waited for Meegan to be taking a sip of her coffee when she said, "And a naked woman came out to the living room, saw me, and called, 'Renee! Your daughter's here!' and I heard a reply, "OH SHIT! Come untie me!"
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan managed, just barely, to not spit coffee all over herself. "You're kidding right? Are you ok?"
She really had no idea what else to say. This had to be the strangest thing Rachyl could have come home with. Nothing could have prepared Meegan for that revelation.
She really had no idea what else to say. This had to be the strangest thing Rachyl could have come home with. Nothing could have prepared Meegan for that revelation.
Rachyl
18 years ago
Rachyl giggled though she did feel a bit contrite at having tried to make Meegan snarf coffee. "Yeah I'm fine. It was amazingly awkward til they got dressed. At one point I even had to find a blouse and bra for them. Then we had tea... It wasn't so bad. The naked untied woman was at one time the wife of the man I found in that mansion. I'd even mentioned in the course of our conversation that I'd tried to call... and my mom joked that she'd been the one ... doing to Denise - that is, Mrs. Spelner, the naked lady - who was tied up at the time - the same thing Denise had been doing when I walked in the house.
Anyway, we had an interesting conversation til bedtime, and I slept on the couch. I figured it was far enough away from Mom's room - as opposed to my old bedroom - but they were loud and there were some toy problems of some sort and I learned a bit more than I had expected about my mom's sex life in the first fourteen hours back in New Jersey. Told them mostly about you, though, and they seemed happy that I'm happy."
Turning back to her tea, she could tell Meegan wanted to hear more, but she poured herself sugar and sweetened her tea first. Stirring it, she turned back to her lover. "So I woke this morning pretty early so I could shower and all - bus rides always make me feel grody - and Denise came into the bathroom, kissed me, and felt me up. She seemed shocked, saying she thought I was my mom... but I am six inches shorter, after all." Rachyl left out the marks on Denise's body when she said, "She left me in privacy and I went out to the living room to wait. Mom came in with bagels, danish, and drinks. We ate, chatted a bit, and Denise offered to take me to the bus stop. I invited them down but told them - in no uncertain terms, mind you - they'd be getting a hotel room. So Denise dropped me off, kissed me again - I didn't kiss back. She said I'm a better kisser than my own mother!" Rachyl's voice squeaked a little in exasperation but she calmed then sipped from her tea. "But I did call after her that I wasn't trying. Figure might as well melt her brain a little." Rachyl grinned that evil grin again.
"And now I'm home, and lunch will be here... any second." she said upon checking the microwave's clock.
Anyway, we had an interesting conversation til bedtime, and I slept on the couch. I figured it was far enough away from Mom's room - as opposed to my old bedroom - but they were loud and there were some toy problems of some sort and I learned a bit more than I had expected about my mom's sex life in the first fourteen hours back in New Jersey. Told them mostly about you, though, and they seemed happy that I'm happy."
Turning back to her tea, she could tell Meegan wanted to hear more, but she poured herself sugar and sweetened her tea first. Stirring it, she turned back to her lover. "So I woke this morning pretty early so I could shower and all - bus rides always make me feel grody - and Denise came into the bathroom, kissed me, and felt me up. She seemed shocked, saying she thought I was my mom... but I am six inches shorter, after all." Rachyl left out the marks on Denise's body when she said, "She left me in privacy and I went out to the living room to wait. Mom came in with bagels, danish, and drinks. We ate, chatted a bit, and Denise offered to take me to the bus stop. I invited them down but told them - in no uncertain terms, mind you - they'd be getting a hotel room. So Denise dropped me off, kissed me again - I didn't kiss back. She said I'm a better kisser than my own mother!" Rachyl's voice squeaked a little in exasperation but she calmed then sipped from her tea. "But I did call after her that I wasn't trying. Figure might as well melt her brain a little." Rachyl grinned that evil grin again.
"And now I'm home, and lunch will be here... any second." she said upon checking the microwave's clock.
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan put down her coffee cup and stared at Rachyl. A big green monster was roaring in her chest and she didn't want to project him onto Rachyl. It wasn't her fault. This little scenario should be funny as hell, but mostly it just made her want to go cut out that woman's tongue. She knew, however, that she had no room to talk, given her recent past.
"I can't believe she did that. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that." She wasn't sure if that was the right reaction. She just hoped she never had to meet this woman and be polite to her, because she knew if she did it would come off icy and the woman might not make it through the evening.
"I can't believe she did that. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that." She wasn't sure if that was the right reaction. She just hoped she never had to meet this woman and be polite to her, because she knew if she did it would come off icy and the woman might not make it through the evening.
Rachyl
18 years ago
Rachyl saw the look in Meegan's eyes, and heard Meegan's words, but knew something else was broiling inside her lover. Setting her own cup down, she moved forward and knelt before the taller woman. Taking her soft, agile hands in her own, she looked up into those jade eyes - did she imagine an extra tint of green? - and spoke.
"Meegan, I love you with everything that I am. Please don't be mad at Denise, or feel that you need to wreak revenge on her." She raised a hand to forestall any responses for the moment, and her hand continued on to caress Meegan's cheek. "You are the only one for me. I needed to go home to see if I was still a part of my mother's family, such as it is, and it seems that I am. It wasn't a bad experience, really - just not the ones I was quite prepared for. I will deal with Denise in my own way, before they get a chance to come down and visit. Please believe in me, and please let the negativity I can feel bubbling like molten lava inside you cool and flow away."
The doorbell rang.
"I don't want you to feel any negative feelings towards my mother or her lover. It might be a little weird, but except for you, Nyra and Connie, they're the only family I have."
Coming off her knees slowly, Rachyl pulled Meegan's head to rest between her breasts, and kissed the sleepmussed hair on the top of her head.
The doorbell rang again. "I'll be right back," she said, grabbing her purse on her way to the front door.
She returned a few moments later with two plastic bags hanging from her hands and a brown half-box cradled between her arms. "Lunch is here."
"Meegan, I love you with everything that I am. Please don't be mad at Denise, or feel that you need to wreak revenge on her." She raised a hand to forestall any responses for the moment, and her hand continued on to caress Meegan's cheek. "You are the only one for me. I needed to go home to see if I was still a part of my mother's family, such as it is, and it seems that I am. It wasn't a bad experience, really - just not the ones I was quite prepared for. I will deal with Denise in my own way, before they get a chance to come down and visit. Please believe in me, and please let the negativity I can feel bubbling like molten lava inside you cool and flow away."
The doorbell rang.
"I don't want you to feel any negative feelings towards my mother or her lover. It might be a little weird, but except for you, Nyra and Connie, they're the only family I have."
Coming off her knees slowly, Rachyl pulled Meegan's head to rest between her breasts, and kissed the sleepmussed hair on the top of her head.
The doorbell rang again. "I'll be right back," she said, grabbing her purse on her way to the front door.
She returned a few moments later with two plastic bags hanging from her hands and a brown half-box cradled between her arms. "Lunch is here."
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan listened to Rachyl's words, but they did nothing to soothe the raging beast inside of her chest. Never in all of her twenty-six years had she felt such a thing. She gave a shuddering sigh as Rachyl pulled her into an embrace and kissed the top of her head. She knew her lover was right, knew it in her head, but her heart was too wrapped up in jealousy to listen.
She watched the red-head walk out of the room and let her head fall into her hands, and let the beast loose. It filled her, making her breath come in short pants, and her heart race until it felt like it would run right out of her chest.
"Lunch is here."
Meegan just couldn't seem to care. With a slow jerky push she stood and walked from the room. "I need a shower." She whispered between clenched teeth. She had to find a way to let this go, or it would tear her and them in two.
It is not Rachyl's fault became her mantra as she mounted the stairs. Unsteady hands pressed the buttons for the shower, and began to fumble with the tiny buttons of her pajama top. She managed three buttons, before she just pulled the thing over her head, and tossed it on the ground with more force than was necessary. Pushing pants and panties down, she stepped from them and into the shower.
The water had not yet warmed completely and she let out a gasp at the cold rush on her body. The frigid deluge seemed to knock some of the clouds from her head and when her breath came back it was slower and her heart decided it liked where it was. As the water warmed, and she stood there letting it sluice down, around and over her body, the beast slowly inched back into his lair, to lay growling in a deep dark cave in the very depths of her heart.
Methodically she bathed her body, and washed her hair. Her fingers discovered that she would need a wax in the next few days. It heartened her that such mundane things would cross her mind. Her fingers continued to slide over her body, distracting her just enough so that she was able to analyze this new facet of her being. Soon her wandering fingers made her breath shorten for a different reason. It made her wonder if perhaps a tension that had not been relieved in nearly forty-eight hours had made her react so...violently to Rachyl's news.
She let her body rest against the shower wall, and her fingers slid down between her legs with a soft moan sliding from her lips.
She watched the red-head walk out of the room and let her head fall into her hands, and let the beast loose. It filled her, making her breath come in short pants, and her heart race until it felt like it would run right out of her chest.
"Lunch is here."
Meegan just couldn't seem to care. With a slow jerky push she stood and walked from the room. "I need a shower." She whispered between clenched teeth. She had to find a way to let this go, or it would tear her and them in two.
It is not Rachyl's fault became her mantra as she mounted the stairs. Unsteady hands pressed the buttons for the shower, and began to fumble with the tiny buttons of her pajama top. She managed three buttons, before she just pulled the thing over her head, and tossed it on the ground with more force than was necessary. Pushing pants and panties down, she stepped from them and into the shower.
The water had not yet warmed completely and she let out a gasp at the cold rush on her body. The frigid deluge seemed to knock some of the clouds from her head and when her breath came back it was slower and her heart decided it liked where it was. As the water warmed, and she stood there letting it sluice down, around and over her body, the beast slowly inched back into his lair, to lay growling in a deep dark cave in the very depths of her heart.
Methodically she bathed her body, and washed her hair. Her fingers discovered that she would need a wax in the next few days. It heartened her that such mundane things would cross her mind. Her fingers continued to slide over her body, distracting her just enough so that she was able to analyze this new facet of her being. Soon her wandering fingers made her breath shorten for a different reason. It made her wonder if perhaps a tension that had not been relieved in nearly forty-eight hours had made her react so...violently to Rachyl's news.
She let her body rest against the shower wall, and her fingers slid down between her legs with a soft moan sliding from her lips.
Rachyl
18 years ago
Rachyl guessed her words hadn't sunk in to any part of Meegan when the taller woman virtually staggered past her. "I need a shower," she had whispered.
Rachyl set the box on the island and bags on the floor. Dill sniffed at them, but she picked him up, plopped him back in front of his bowl. He gave her a look of doggy reproach - as if to say "Oh, come on, you guys have STEAK!" - and wandered into the breakfast nook and laid down. He stared at her over his paws, then kept glancing at the hallway. Rachyl put the bottles of soda in the fridge, and stuck the sides and foil-wrapped steaks in the oven. She took a step towards the hall, but turned back to the kitchen, opened the oven, took out the cold anti-pasto, and put that in the fridge, too.
Shaking her head at herself, when she turned yet again she saw Dill waiting at the edge of the hall. He looked at her, then the hall, then back. "Crazy dog, you understand too much for your own good sometimes." Leaning over, she gave him a soft nuzzle, and with a single lick of her chin, he bounded over to the nook again.
Rachyl strode through the hall, then up the stairs with a purpose. Hands crossed, grasping the hem of her camisole, she pulled it up and over her head. Unbuckling her jeans, she stood in the middle of their sitting area and wiggled out. Navy blue silk followed stonewashed blue denim to the floor. She turned around the corner into the bathroom. Spying the pajama top in the corner, something just below her hearing caught her attention. Tossed her quickly-unclasped bra to join it. She slowly opened the shower stall door to find Meegan leaning against the wall, one hand barely between her legs.
Rachyl closed the shower door behind her.
Rachyl set the box on the island and bags on the floor. Dill sniffed at them, but she picked him up, plopped him back in front of his bowl. He gave her a look of doggy reproach - as if to say "Oh, come on, you guys have STEAK!" - and wandered into the breakfast nook and laid down. He stared at her over his paws, then kept glancing at the hallway. Rachyl put the bottles of soda in the fridge, and stuck the sides and foil-wrapped steaks in the oven. She took a step towards the hall, but turned back to the kitchen, opened the oven, took out the cold anti-pasto, and put that in the fridge, too.
Shaking her head at herself, when she turned yet again she saw Dill waiting at the edge of the hall. He looked at her, then the hall, then back. "Crazy dog, you understand too much for your own good sometimes." Leaning over, she gave him a soft nuzzle, and with a single lick of her chin, he bounded over to the nook again.
Rachyl strode through the hall, then up the stairs with a purpose. Hands crossed, grasping the hem of her camisole, she pulled it up and over her head. Unbuckling her jeans, she stood in the middle of their sitting area and wiggled out. Navy blue silk followed stonewashed blue denim to the floor. She turned around the corner into the bathroom. Spying the pajama top in the corner, something just below her hearing caught her attention. Tossed her quickly-unclasped bra to join it. She slowly opened the shower stall door to find Meegan leaning against the wall, one hand barely between her legs.
Rachyl closed the shower door behind her.
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan lifted her head at the soft click of the shower door. "Hi." She moved her hand and pushed away from the wall, the small space was closed and her arms were around her lover. Meegan pressed trembling lips to Rachyl's and another soft moan slipped from her, as her slick skin pressed against Rachyl's.
"I'm sorry." She whispered against Rachyl's lips, before plunging her tongue into the depths of her mouth. Meegan drank deeply of the sweet, familiar, if slightly raspberry flavored, taste of her lover. This...this had been what she needed. She knew it was selfish of her, but she couldn't seem to help herself. Her hands slid down Rachyl's body to rest in the hollow of her lower back.
"I'm sorry." She whispered against Rachyl's lips, before plunging her tongue into the depths of her mouth. Meegan drank deeply of the sweet, familiar, if slightly raspberry flavored, taste of her lover. This...this had been what she needed. She knew it was selfish of her, but she couldn't seem to help herself. Her hands slid down Rachyl's body to rest in the hollow of her lower back.
Rachyl
18 years ago
Meegan's slippery breasts against the top edges of her own sent a shivery thrill through Rachyl, and the probing tongue-filled kiss was just exquisite. It stole her breath, and her heart pounded in her chest. She melted as agile hands caressed her lower back.
Pushing her taller lover through the streaming spray to lean against the opposite wall, she rose up on her tippy-toes and returned the tasting kiss. Her voice dropped almost a full octave, husky with desire, as her hands came up to grasp Meegan's hair above her ears. Holding the woman's seeking lips away from her own so she could catch her breath and speak, she said, "The only way I love to taste coffee is from your lips and tongue, you know."
With that, she let go of Meegan's hair, and their lips found each other's again. Rachyl's hands moved slowly, teasingly, down her lover's body, catching for a moment to circle those slippery breasts, her thumbs flicking the twin silver hoops festooning the erect points. Her mouth sucked Meegan's tongue like a lollipop as her hands travelled lower.
Pushing her taller lover through the streaming spray to lean against the opposite wall, she rose up on her tippy-toes and returned the tasting kiss. Her voice dropped almost a full octave, husky with desire, as her hands came up to grasp Meegan's hair above her ears. Holding the woman's seeking lips away from her own so she could catch her breath and speak, she said, "The only way I love to taste coffee is from your lips and tongue, you know."
With that, she let go of Meegan's hair, and their lips found each other's again. Rachyl's hands moved slowly, teasingly, down her lover's body, catching for a moment to circle those slippery breasts, her thumbs flicking the twin silver hoops festooning the erect points. Her mouth sucked Meegan's tongue like a lollipop as her hands travelled lower.
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan enjoyed Rachyl's smaller stature as they were able to play with each other's breasts and not get in each other's way. Her hands slid up and around; she let her fingers splay across Rachyl's breasts, the nipples fitting perfectly between her first and second fingers. She didn't squeeze or push or pinch, she simply held, applying light pressure to the stiffening flesh between her fingers.
Her tongue explored the ridges and bumps of her lovers mouth. She had memorized every part of the woman in her arms and knew that if she slid her tongue in just the right spot it would tickle and Rachyl would stop her with more of those delicious sucks upon her tongue. She found the spot and press against it, before moving her tongue in a rapid flick, she pulled her tongue from Rachyl's mouth and sucked softly on her lower lip, before darting back in and flicking her tickle spot.
Her tongue explored the ridges and bumps of her lovers mouth. She had memorized every part of the woman in her arms and knew that if she slid her tongue in just the right spot it would tickle and Rachyl would stop her with more of those delicious sucks upon her tongue. She found the spot and press against it, before moving her tongue in a rapid flick, she pulled her tongue from Rachyl's mouth and sucked softly on her lower lip, before darting back in and flicking her tickle spot.