Her fingers automatically went to Rachyl's hair and tangled themselves in the still damp red locks. Standing here talking wasn't going to get her work done, but damn if she didn't enjoy it.
"Well, you could design my summer line, take over my company and keep my in bon bons and sexy pool boys for the rest of my life. Well, shoot, I guess that means we need to put in a pool."
She laughed, at Rachyl's expression, and kissed the smaller woman's nose.
"Do you know what you could do for me? You could pick out the baby furniture. I'm sort of dreading that. I know that sounds silly, but I've had just about enough furniture picking to last a life time. You could also call Nyra and see about art commissions. Then I think you should do whatever you want to. Or do what ever you want to anyway and we'll do the other stuff later."
Monday Afternoon
Meegan hummed softly to the Bob Dylan song on the radio as she pulled into the drive way. She was going to have to go buy her own car, renting would just get too cost prohibitive. She'd look on line while Rachyl rested. Meegan was determined she'd rest.
She parked in front of the steps, and jogged around to help Rachyl out, the small brown bag still in hand. She had no intention of doing more than throwing it all out, but she'd not seen a place to do that at the Clinic.
Silence followed them into the house. Meegan was not going to speak until Rachyl did. It just seemed like the right thing to do. She took them up the stairs and into the master bedroom. There she gingerly sat Rachyl on the edge of her bed and untied and pulled off her boots.
She walked away to take a silk pajama set out of the dresser drawer and returned to find Rachyl's coat lying on the bed. She helped her lover undress and slip into the pajamas.
Once Rachyl was comfortable in the bed, she kissed her on the forehead and whispered.
"I'm going to get you some lunch."
And walked from the room, swallowing tears as she went.
Wren
18 years ago
Meegan
18 years ago
Her fingers automatically went to Rachyl's hair and tangled themselves in the still damp red locks. Standing here talking wasn't going to get her work done, but damn if she didn't enjoy it.
"Well, you could design my summer line, take over my company and keep my in bon bons and sexy pool boys for the rest of my life. Well, shoot, I guess that means we need to put in a pool."
She laughed, at Rachyl's expression, and kissed the smaller woman's nose.
"Do you know what you could do for me? You could pick out the baby furniture. I'm sort of dreading that. I know that sounds silly, but I've had just about enough furniture picking to last a life time. You could also call Nyra and see about art commissions. Then I think you should do whatever you want to. Or do what ever you want to anyway and we'll do the other stuff later."
"Well, you could design my summer line, take over my company and keep my in bon bons and sexy pool boys for the rest of my life. Well, shoot, I guess that means we need to put in a pool."
She laughed, at Rachyl's expression, and kissed the smaller woman's nose.
"Do you know what you could do for me? You could pick out the baby furniture. I'm sort of dreading that. I know that sounds silly, but I've had just about enough furniture picking to last a life time. You could also call Nyra and see about art commissions. Then I think you should do whatever you want to. Or do what ever you want to anyway and we'll do the other stuff later."
Rachyl
18 years ago
Rachyl returned her cheek to Meegan's breast, "mmm"ing in contentment as Meegan's fingers played in her hair. "Hmm, pool boys."
She giggled at Meegan's suggestion, and suppressed a flash of heat inside her. "Baby furniture works. And I'd love to go out with Nyra. I think you should call Connie, in case you need a non-me ear to bend or shoulder to lean on... or someone to critique or model for you, since she is taller than both of us."
Her ear twitched against Meegan's shirt as her lover suggested "do whatever you want to do anyway." Pushing Meegan up against the island carefully, she slid her hands under the taller woman's shirt and circled her waist in a hug. "Do you really think it's safe right now for you to give me full permission to do whatever I want? Today or..." She raised Meegan's shirt just enough to plant her pursed lips against her lover's skin and blow a noisy strawberry.
"Tomorrow, for that matter?" she mumbled against firm muscles and silky skin. Straightening to stand on her tippy-toes, she brought her hands up to Meegan's face and held her tenderly. "I'm so turned on by the fact that we're having a baby, you have no idea." She kissed Meegan playfully, a few teasing kisses that would cause their lips to connect, then she danced back minutely.
She giggled at Meegan's suggestion, and suppressed a flash of heat inside her. "Baby furniture works. And I'd love to go out with Nyra. I think you should call Connie, in case you need a non-me ear to bend or shoulder to lean on... or someone to critique or model for you, since she is taller than both of us."
Her ear twitched against Meegan's shirt as her lover suggested "do whatever you want to do anyway." Pushing Meegan up against the island carefully, she slid her hands under the taller woman's shirt and circled her waist in a hug. "Do you really think it's safe right now for you to give me full permission to do whatever I want? Today or..." She raised Meegan's shirt just enough to plant her pursed lips against her lover's skin and blow a noisy strawberry.
"Tomorrow, for that matter?" she mumbled against firm muscles and silky skin. Straightening to stand on her tippy-toes, she brought her hands up to Meegan's face and held her tenderly. "I'm so turned on by the fact that we're having a baby, you have no idea." She kissed Meegan playfully, a few teasing kisses that would cause their lips to connect, then she danced back minutely.
Meegan
18 years ago
Temptation was a tasking mistress. She really needed to get some work done. If she took Rachyl up on what they were both offering, three hours would pass and the only thing she'd have to show for it would be a languid body and a satisfied lover. 'Shit.' She swallowed audibly and pushed Rachyl away. Placing a soft kiss on her lover's forehead she moved determinedly over to the wall with the intercom system and opened a small sliding door beneath.
She pulled out the cases of the discs currently in the system, then pressed the open button. A tray slid from the wall, and Meegan cycled through the discs putting them away. She chose several other discs, placed them in the tray, and tuned to system to the office.
"I'm in the mood for metal today. Do you want this tuned into any rooms, or are you going to be in the office with me? Is metal ok with you?"
She pulled out the cases of the discs currently in the system, then pressed the open button. A tray slid from the wall, and Meegan cycled through the discs putting them away. She chose several other discs, placed them in the tray, and tuned to system to the office.
"I'm in the mood for metal today. Do you want this tuned into any rooms, or are you going to be in the office with me? Is metal ok with you?"
Rachyl
18 years ago
Rachyl pouted playfully as Meegan pushed her away. "There's always after dinner," she spouted, almost sing-song, as she picked up her tea.
"Metal is fine, but I won't be in the office with you unless you call me. Temptation and all that." She winked over the rim of her mug.
"Metal is fine, but I won't be in the office with you unless you call me. Temptation and all that." She winked over the rim of her mug.
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan chuckled softly.
"I'll just put it through the house, then we don't have to worry about it."
She pressed several buttons and the house was suddenly filled with Def Leppard. "Step inside, walk this way."
Meegan grinned at Rachyl. Pulling a bottle of water from the fridge, she headed up stairs, grabbed her sketch pads, and returned to the office. She opened the blinds, and set up her work on the drafting table. She was looking forward to completing the attic. She felt like it would be much more conducive to her creative needs.
She settled in for a long haul, and began to sketch out forms of her new found models.
((OOC Meegan out.))
"I'll just put it through the house, then we don't have to worry about it."
She pressed several buttons and the house was suddenly filled with Def Leppard. "Step inside, walk this way."
Meegan grinned at Rachyl. Pulling a bottle of water from the fridge, she headed up stairs, grabbed her sketch pads, and returned to the office. She opened the blinds, and set up her work on the drafting table. She was looking forward to completing the attic. She felt like it would be much more conducive to her creative needs.
She settled in for a long haul, and began to sketch out forms of her new found models.
((OOC Meegan out.))
Rachyl
18 years ago
Rachyl shook her head as the raucous guitar and overbassed lyrics thundered through the house. She never could understand half of what Meegan played...
And yet, some of the songs affected her so viscerally, it just didn't help when she was as frisky as she felt at that moment. She knew Meegan would be frustrated with her, even if she were satisfied through the means percolating in Rachyl's brain (and lower) but the crimson-tressed elevationally challenged real-estate-now-designer's assistant decided to behave.
For now.
She entered the office briefly, gave Meegan a soft kiss on the back of her neck, whispered, "I'm going to go watch a movie. Ping me when you're ready."
Already buried in her work, Meegan just grunted assent as Rachyl exited the office and climbed the stairs. She set a timer on the table between their recliners for just this purpose: to force Meegan to stop around dinner time so her lover would eat.
She approached the pile of movies on the floor in front of the TV and selected "Love Actually," popped it in the DVD player, and flopped down in her chair.
(( rachyl out ))
And yet, some of the songs affected her so viscerally, it just didn't help when she was as frisky as she felt at that moment. She knew Meegan would be frustrated with her, even if she were satisfied through the means percolating in Rachyl's brain (and lower) but the crimson-tressed elevationally challenged real-estate-now-designer's assistant decided to behave.
For now.
She entered the office briefly, gave Meegan a soft kiss on the back of her neck, whispered, "I'm going to go watch a movie. Ping me when you're ready."
Already buried in her work, Meegan just grunted assent as Rachyl exited the office and climbed the stairs. She set a timer on the table between their recliners for just this purpose: to force Meegan to stop around dinner time so her lover would eat.
She approached the pile of movies on the floor in front of the TV and selected "Love Actually," popped it in the DVD player, and flopped down in her chair.
(( rachyl out ))