You and I

Chapter 9: Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Chapter 9: I don't want you like a best friend / Only bought this dress so you could take it off

~Spice~ rating:  hot 🌶🌶🌶/🌶🌶🌶

Sharon's room was on the second floor, so they only had to climb the first two flights of stairs before they arrived at the long hallway. Sharon swiped her key, and Tarja followed her inside, feeling light headed from much more than just the wine.

The room was small, the king-sized bed taking up most of the space. The walls and floors were a deep mahogany, and moonlight filtered in from the far window. Sharon flipped on the light and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to her.

Tarja sat down and inhaled deeply but couldn't bring herself to speak. Her chest felt constricted and her throat had gone dry.

"So about that night?" Sharon said softly. "You were saying?"

Tarja cleared her throat. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I tried to put it out of my mind, but ...  it didn't work."

Sharon nodded, and Tarja went on, casting her gaze to the floor. "Every time Marcelo and I--every time we, um, did it after that, that's what I thought of. I had to--it was the only way to make it bearable."

She dared to glance up at her friend again, and their eyes locked.

"I think about it all the time too," Sharon said. She reached out to cup Tarja's cheek, and Tarja closed her eyes. Her heart started beating so quickly it almost felt like it wasn't beating at all.

"What are we doing?" she whispered, not daring to open her eyes.

Sharon kissed her cheek and continued kissing along her jawline and down to her neck. Tarja gasped and let her body arch into Sharon's touch.

"I don't know," her friend said.

Tarja opened her eyes. She knew, logically, that they shouldn't be doing this. But just like that night on the phone, she felt high. And it was only amplified by the fact that the woman who constantly plagued her thoughts was centimeters away from her, and she could feel the lingering heat from the trail of kisses on her neck and jaw and smell her rose perfume.

But at the same time, it felt like the lens she saw her life through had clicked into focus. She had had just enough alcohol to feel warm and light but not enough to feel drowsy. Instead, she felt wide awake.

"Do you want this?" Sharon whispered, her hand still on her cheek. She gently stroked over Tarja's cheekbone with her thumb.

Tarja felt herself drowning in the chocolate pools of the other woman's eyes, unable to look away.

Yes, the knowing inside her said, and she spoke the word aloud.

The second their lips touched, Tarja felt a warmth flood through her unlike anything she had experienced before. It was partly passion and desire, but there was also something steadier, deeper.

She didn't have time to think about it further because she felt Sharon's tongue against her mouth. She moaned and eagerly parted her lips to let it inside. The two women fell down onto the bed side by side, never breaking contact. Sharon wrestled Tarja's jacket off before reaching for the zipper on her back. Tarja rolled over to give Sharon better access and helped her pull it the rest of the way off. Then she slowly turned back around to face her.

Sharon's eyes raked shamelessly over her body, and her earlier fears of whether or not Sharon would find her attractive dissipated as she watched the other singer's eyes darken.

"How are you so beautiful?" Sharon whispered. She reached for Tarja's bra, but Tarja pushed her back down and went to work on the zipper of her dress. Once she had gotten the bodice undone, she pushed it down over Sharon's hips and took her tights with it.