It’s a very short update…to appease Goldie…and Ray hehe
Title: The Joys of Making Up (Part 2)
Rating: R (for bad bad thoughts…)
Summary: Someone leaves, another one leaves, and then they meet again (though not where most people meet) I supposed you could call it a continuation of Del/Senna. Goldie also told me that I wasn’t allowed to kill Del, so it’s going to have a happier ending.
Feedback: yes please “smiles”
Warnings: it’s FemSlash (f/f) so if you don’t like those pairings, don’t read it.
I woke up to the sun in my eyes. Considering the window faced west it wasn’t comforting to me. I had entire projects I needed to finish today. Looking down at the woman entwined with me I couldn’t help but relax slightly. She always seemed to manage to calm me down, even if she didn’t know it.
“Morning,” she muttered. I was still stroking her hair and I wondered how I had managed to live so long without her in my arms. The feeling of contentment that filled my entire being made me determined to keep her this time, regardless of how selfish it seemed.
She turned and looked at me, resting her chin on my chest.
“What’s wrong?” she asked me. Her smile faded and a look of worry passed over her face.
“Nothing,” I replied, wondering how she could possibly see through me like that.
“Liar.”
“I’ve just got a lot on my mind,” I said.
“Care to share?”
“Maybe later, right now I have to work.” I regretted leaving, but the projects wouldn’t wait and in all honesty, I needed the money. Pulling away from her and getting dressed, she sat up and watched me from the bed.
“Why do you always do that?” she asked. I looked at her but her face was merely curious.
“Do what?”
“Leave when I want to talk it through,” she replied. Her arms were crossed under her breasts and the fact that she was naked didn’t help my concentration levels. If I wasn’t so determined to work and finish off those projects I would have seriously considered jumping into bed with her again.
“I have projects to work on,” I said, shrugging slightly. I felt sort of sticky from last night’s activities but not uncomfortably so. Knowing me, I’d probably work up another sweat just doing the projects so I saw no reason to shower. My mind turned to more practical things and I grabbed my tool kit off the ground and was headed out the door before I had even registered that I was still talking to Senna.
I turned around and walked back into my room, dropped the tool kit by the door, and then planted a hot, sweet and entirely too short kiss onto her lips. Her surprised face was even more surprised when I stood up and headed back outside again, taking my tool kit along with me.
“Oh no, no way are you doing that and then leaving,” she said, coming out of her haze. I merely smirked at her before shutting the door behind me and making my way to my workshop.
Five hours later I had managed to sort out a few of the projects and done the next step in most of them. Most of them only needed a layer of lacquer. After that I was going to have to dry it off for a few days before packaging it and sending it out to whoever had requested it. It was when I had one more project left, this one still in the beginning stages of sanding and gluing that she came into the workshop.
I looked up at the noise to see her standing there sipping a glass of juice. For some reason I couldn’t stand the taste of water unless I was so thirsty I’d drink anything. For that reason I left a bar fridge in my workshop so that I didn’t have to dirty the house just for a drink.
“Hey,” she said, watching me work. I bit my lip and proceeded to keep working. I had forgone music today for the sole purpose of being able to hear her if she came in.
“I was wondering when you’d find your way down here,” I said. My shirt was already stuck to my back, I had been sanding for a good while now.
“I needed a shower,” she said simply. The thought of her in the shower alone was enough to raise the temperature and I felt my ears burning in response. My mind was entirely too dirty for my own good.
“So, I was wondering if you’d like to go out when you’re done,” she said. Though she seemed composed and her stance didn’t suggest otherwise, the moment I looked at her I knew exactly how nervous she was. Her eyes were still stuck on the wood I was working on and her hands were gripping the cup as though it would save her when the bad news came.
I frowned. Did she really think I would say no after last night? I stopped working and walked towards her. Her eyes stayed focussed on the box I had been making. I stood in front of her and reached up to touch her face, gently turning her head so that I could meet her eyes.
“Baby,” I whispered softly. She looked at me and I saw her lip tremble. I hadn’t called her baby in so long.
“Do you really think I’d say no?” I asked gently.
“No?” she said lightly, but the tears in her eyes betrayed her. I couldn’t resist her allure and just hugged her tight, holding her in my arms.
“Baby, I could never say no to you,” I whispered into her ear. She just started crying and I held her as she soaked my shirt with her tears.
“I’m sorry,” she finally said. She pulled back and refused to look me in the eye.
“Baby, if you’re going to date me, you have every right to do that. Though I’d rather if you didn’t, I kind of get confused when you do that and panic heaps,” I said. She laughed and I felt like the world made sense and everything was perfect.
For a moment we just stayed that way, and I felt content just holding her in my arms as we stood in the doorway of my workshop.
“Does that mean you’ll go out with me?” she finally asked.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yea, it’s a date,” I said, winking at her. She smiled and kissed me lightly.
“I do believe you’re supposed to do that after the date,” I commented.
“I just thought you might want it early, but if you’d rather I not…”
“No way,” I said. I pulled her in for another kiss, this one lingering slightly.
“I need to get back to work, but I’m going to consider this a date. I’ll see you later, wear anything you want,” I said, bowing slightly and staying bowed.
“Does this ‘anything’ include nothing?” she whispered teasingly in my ear. I had to gulp to resist the temptation to ravage her. Her breath was hot against my cheek and I closed my eyes to savour the feeling.
“See you tonight,” she said and then disappeared before I had a chance to open my eyes.
Sighing in defeat I returned to my work, turning on my music to get her out of my mind, except it was so much easier to concentrate when we weren’t together. Mentally shaking my head to clear it I started sanding the side of the box, a stupid smile permanently fixed on my face.
Finally finishing off the final few shelves, I stuck them down and then held them with a clamp. Wiping my face on the towel I kept here, I sighed happily and started making my way upstairs. It was a good day’s work today.
Checking the time, I figured I should probably get dressed for dinner tonight, it was already almost seven. Humming a light tune I picked out an outfit and then went into the shower. It was satisfying to watch the water turn a little black from all the grime I had picked up from the day.
Dressed and ready, I went out of the bathroom and went back into my bedroom, to grab my wallet and keys. I was admittedly slightly masculine in my refusal to use a purse. Curious as to where she had hidden herself I wandered downstairs and into the living room.
Senna was curled up on the sofa and sleeping. She was dressed in a short black dress that seemed to hug her frame and I had to remind myself not to drool. Sitting next to her I tucked some stray hairs behind her ear and kissed her forehead gently. She mumbled in her sleep and opened her eyes a little.
“Are you ready?” she asked sleepily. She rubbed her eyes to get rid of the last traces of sleep and I couldn’t help but smile at how cute she was.
“Ready and waiting,” I replied. She nodded and sat up, looking at me properly for the first time. I watched her eyes darken and briefly wondered if we’d actually make it outside for our date.
“You look…good” she said, gulping in the middle of the sentence.
“You look better,” I said smirking. She looked into my eyes and I had to gulp as I saw the fire burning in her eyes.
“We should probably go to the restaurant,” I squeaked out. She smiled and nodded. She knew exactly what she was doing to me and loving every minute of it.
It was a fairly short walk to the restaurant. Everywhere was within walking distance of everything else. It only took twenty minutes to walk all the way around the town, but it meant that the restaurant was pretty much run on friendship basis. It also meant that I’d probably see half my friends in the place.
Opening the door for Senna, I let her walk in first before walking in behind her. Silence reigned when she walked in and the moment I walked in the whispers started. I figured that if I was going to date her, I should probably introduce her to everyone.
“Hey everyone, this is Senna,” I shouted out. They all looked at me and there was a second of silence as they all registered the information and realised exactly who she was. The response was mixed. There were some that were happy that I had her here, and from the looks of it, back again, but there were those that thought she’d hurt me again and didn’t want her anywhere near me.
Senna looked at me questioningly, she really didn’t want everyone looking at her, and with some of the glares that were directed at her she was feeling extremely uneasy. I kissed her gently and took her mind away from it. When we broke the kiss, I stared into her eyes and begged her to trust me. She smiled slightly in return and looked down, blushing, she never was one for public displays of affection.
When I looked around, people who had been disapproving or sitting on the fence just nodded their acceptance. We were together and I was happy, that was all they needed to know. However I didn’t notice Hilary walking towards me from a corner of the restaurant. Unlike other people she seemed to live off hated looks and thrived under their attention.
“So who’s the slut?” she asked in her sickeningly sweet voice.
“Do you mind? I’m trying to spend the evening with my girlfriend,” I replied. My voice was as neutral as I could make it, but Senna must have sensed how angry and annoyed I was because she threaded her hand into mine. Her touch calmed me down almost instantly.
“Ah right, you did say her name was Senna,” she continued without even heeding my warning. The way she said Senna made me want to pummel her into the ground and scream that she had no right to ever say that name again. Yet Senna’s hand in mine stopped me from even responding to the comment.
“I don’t know who you are but I would seriously consider leaving,” said Senna. I looked at her and I could see her possessive streak coming out. I had asked her about it once and she has simply replied with ‘nobody messes with my girl’.
I couldn’t help the grin that crept onto my face. Hilary was nothing compared to us and I seriously considered just walking away with Senna. Dinner was overrated.
“Senna, you might not know much, but know that when this night is over, she’s going to end up in my bed again,” laughed Hilary. Senna’s smile was gone and her brows furrowed in confusion.
“Again?” she asked, letting go of my hand, “What does she mean by again?”
“Baby…”
“No, tell me what she means,” she demanded.
“It was when we were apart,” I replied.
“Funny, she made it seem a whole lot like you were still together then.”
“Baby…”
“No! You have no right to call me that anymore,” yelled Senna. With that she turned and left the restaurant. I glared once at the smirking Hilary before running out after her.
