The Girl From Spain (girlxgirl)

Day 106/182: Sally

Due to a particularly stressful week at work and upcoming exams for Mila, Sally hadn't seen her for an entire week.

That was too long.

Sally brushed off the little voice in the back of her mind that claimed she really shouldn't miss her so much. She was just horny and almost succeeded in convincing herself that this was true.

Want to meet up? she texted Mila Friday in the evening on her way home from the office after some long-drawn overtime hours.

The reply came just when she entered the bus home. You could come over. But only if you promise me to be quiet, not to touch me, to bring lots of chocolate and to be okay with me complaining about the hell called menstruation.

Sally snickered. Give me an hour! she replied.

She left the bus a stop early to pick up some chocolate and cookies from a store that sold vegan sweets and then hurried home to pack a bag with a hot-water bottle, some peppermint teabags, the only tea Mila tolerated, and her laptop before she made her way towards Mila's apartment.

Only as her arm was already raised as she was just about to knock on her door, she realized her excuse of being horny couldn't exactly be used in this situation. Before she had a chance to think too much, Sally knocked.

Half a minute later, a very grumpy-looking Mila opened. She had a blanket wrapped around her like a cape and was mid-yawn. She raised her eyebrows at Sally. "What are you doing here?"

"You said I could come over. Didn't you see my text?"

"I didn't think you would actually do that. I didn't exactly sell myself." Mila opened the door wider to let her in and, right when Sally grew concerned that her presence wasn't wanted, shot her a smile and embraced her, her nose nuzzling against Sally's neck.

Sally spread the insides of her bag on the kitchen table, silently offering any item. Mila examined everything for a moment, grabbed the cookies, and let them disappear in the pocket of her hoodie that was soon hidden by the blanket again. She grinned and said, "Thanks!"

"Anything for you. Want to watch a movie?" Sally offered.

Mila nodded, grabbed Sally's laptop and walked to her room. Sally walked behind her, careful not to step on the blanket that partially dragged over the floor, stealing the broom's job of cleaning.

Mila climbed into her bed, leaving enough place for Sally next to her, and turned on the laptop. Right when Sally was about to follow her, she was stopped. "You don't want to change?"

Sally looked down at her clothes. "Why?"

"This can't possibly be comfortable." Mila gestured at her tight jeans and blouse before pointing out her own clothes, an oversized hoodie and some sweatpants. Her hair was braided like always when she wanted it out of her face. "I can give you some of my clothes."

Not letting Sally reply, Mila jumped up with surprisingly much vitality and rummaged in her drawer for a moment. She then tossed Sally a t-shirt and some leggings. Mila pointed at the bathroom, sending her an innocent smile.

A little flabbergasted but realizing that she was onto something, Sally followed her instruction. She first slipped into the t-shirt that ended on her midthighs and decided to pass on wearing pants. As ridiculous as she looked in a shirt three times her size, it was bloody comfortable.

Her eyes fell on the makeup removal pads next to the washbasin and she hesitantly picked one up.

Not even Jake was usually allowed to see her without makeup. She always was the first one up in the mornings and, when Mila was staying over, she was careful to keep her room dark after washing it off as the last thing before bed.