Spontaneous Layovers (Chaelisa)

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Rosie wakes with a content smile on her face. She cannot remember the last time she felt so well-rested. In fact, if she is remembering correctly, quite a bit of time has passed since the last time she has shared her bed with another person. She props herself up on her elbow for a moment and stares down at Lisa. There is a mess of dusky waves, some covering a part of her face, the rest splayed around her shoulders and the pillow she has her head on. She smiles thinking about how peaceful Lisa looks in that moment.

Rosie stays that way for a while, looking down at Lisa's sleeping form, until the realization of what has happened slowly comes to her. She and Lisa really did not have a chance to talk about what they were each expecting out of this. Whatever 'this' is. She knows that Lisa is still in love with Irene, the brunette has made that point perfectly clear. And what they did was supposed to only satisfy each others' physical needs. It was amazing, and mind-blowing, but just sex, nonetheless. She likes Lisa, but she is not ever going to want to complicate the great thing they seem to have going with any sort of emotional attachment. So, what if this means more to Lisa than it means to her? Ugh. Did I just screw all of this up?

Rosie slides herself out of bed and walks around the room, picking up her dress that is on the floor, and then grabbing all of Lisa's clothes that is scattered all over the room as well. She pulls a pair of shorts and a tee shirt out of one of her dresser drawers and puts them on. Then, she slips on a robe that she has hanging behind the door and finds her way to kitchen to make some strong coffee. Hopefully that will help me to clear my head and figure out what the hell I'm going to tell Lisa.

When Lisa wakes up, she is unsure at first of where she is. She has a pillow against one side of her face and she does not recognize the feel of the bedding, but when she takes a deep breath, she smells the scent of Rosie's perfume and her eyes shoot wide open. She sits up in bed and looks at her surroundings to find that Rosie is nowhere in sight. She pulls the sheet up to cover herself when she realizes that she is still very much unclothed. Her mind immediately takes her back to the events of the previous evening. 

Once the two of them made it into Rosie's bedroom, it did not take her very long to get the woman out of her dress. She looks over to the spot on the floor where she remembers throwing the garment and sees that it, too, is nowhere in sight. She remembers the look on Rosie's face when she finally got the tuxedo jacket off of her, and she is reminded that her dress shirt is now missing a button or two from Rosie's eagerness to get her undressed. She looks for that as well and sees that all of her clothes are draped over the back of a reading chair that Rosie has in the corner of the room. Her suspenders, bowtie, and her under garments are laying there neatly as well.

Lisa bites the inside of her cheek as her high from the night before starts to fade away. Rosie is an amazing woman. She is obviously gorgeous, smart, and funny. And so very sexy. Holy shit. The woman is basically everything that anyone would be so lucky to even be in the same room with, let alone the same bed. So, why is my heart still hurting because of Irene? How is she going to tell Rosie, that after the incredible night they just spent together, she really is not ready for anything more? Even though she is dreading it, she knows that they need to have a conversation about everything that has happened between them. She did promise Rosie last night that they would talk about it in the morning, after all.

Lisa sighs and gets up to walk over to the chair so that she can get dressed. When she has everything but her extra accessories and the jacket on, she grabs them and walks slowly out of the bedroom and into the main room. She sees Rosie sitting at the dining table with a silk robe and her glasses on, reading from a newspaper. "Hey... is that coffee that I smell?" She asks with an awkward smile.

Rosie looks up briefly and nods. "And there are mugs in the cabinet above the coffee maker." She says before turning her attention back to her newspaper.