The Girl From Spain (girlxgirl)

Day 1/93: Sally

Sally was bored.

Unlike Mila, she wasn't a long sleeper. Determined to let her rest, she occupied herself with her phone and lazily browsed through the stack of books on Mila's nightstand. Seeing the tiny, red bus next to them made her smile. Sally had almost forgotten about it.

After two hours, she began to try to accidentally wake Mila. She used voice messages to answer texts and then streamed Netflix on her phone. After an episode of a show that was far less interesting than the woman next to her, Sally turned off her phone and glanced over to Mila. The black curls were sprawled all over the pillow, her naked shoulders and back were on display. She was both snoring and drooling. Without a doubt, this was the most perfect view in the world.

Sally smiled and leaned over, pushing a strand of hair away from Mila's face and gently shaking her shoulder. Mila groaned very loudly before finally opening her eyes. "It better not be earlier than 10," she mumbled groggily.

Sally checked her phone and frowned. "In Spain it isn't," she offered.

Mila snorted. "Nice try."

In her usual, direct manner, Mila scooted closer and snatched Sally's waist with her arms, resting her head on her chest whilst letting out a hearty yawn.

She grinned and wrapped her arms around her. With that version of sleepy Mila, she could live. It took some minutes until Mila began to speak. "Good morning, love."

Sally giggled, the new nickname being like music to her ears. And to her heart too. "Morning," she whispered. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very well." Mila finally lifted her head as she said, "Your accent is hot, have I ever told you that?"

"Is that so?"

Smiling, Sally cupped her face, stroked over the smooth skin of Mila's cheeks, and traced her bottom lip with her thumb. She then leaned in, closed her eyes and-

"Wait."

Begrudgingly, Sally opened her eyes. Mila broke the embrace, grabbed the purse next to her bedside, and popped a mint into her mouth. "Now!"

Sally rolled her eyes - never having given less of a fuck about morning breath - grabbed Mila's neck and finally, she kissed her. With her legs, she pushed the blankets away and pulled herself on top of Mila with nothing around separating them.

Mila sighed against her lips, her hands tangling up in Sally's hair. Sally let her hands trace over Mila's body, exploring it again and again because she would never have enough.

Sally simultaneously tried making up for lost time and creating moments memorable enough to keep her warm during the coldest of days. But later, she would be only to recall flashes of what happened between them.

She'd remember the pleasure, the emotions, the need. She'd remember how their bodies rubbed together, how they hungrily crashed their lips together. She'd remember gasping whilst rolling her hips and tightening her hold on Mila. She'd remember what pure desire looked like on Mila's face. She'd remember thinking that every single day of her life should start like that.

At noon, they were still in bed, considerably sweatier and hungrier than before. "Deep question of the day," Mila announced and lifted her head from Sally's chest to look at her.

Sally snickered, remembering how these questions had used to make her feel. Uncomfortable because of how much she had needed to share and flattered that someone cared enough to want to know all that crap about her. "We haven't done that in a while," she commented.

Mila nodded and, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, stated, "I didn't need it anymore. You started trusting me and telling things without it."

Having expected Mila had simply forgotten about it, the explanation made her smile. They had truly come a long way.

"You really want a relationship with me? You are sure?"

Sally raised her eyebrows. Hadn't she made that quite clear? "Yes."

"It's just a little hard to believe," Mila added. "You have been very adamant once about how you don't want all this."

Sally thought for a moment. Then, entirely honest, she simply said, "I guess you reminded me how much I do want it."

Mila smiled at her and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. They were quiet for a while until Sally asked, "How did your parents take it? Moving and stuff..."

"Pretty okay, I guess," Mila answered, drawing little circles on Sally's skin. "They were more shocked about me wanting to date a woman than me wanting to go back to England."

"Really? Have you never introduced them to any girlfriends?"

"I never had a girlfriend."

"No?" Sally asked, genuinely surprised.

Mila shook her head. "I've been on-" she took a moment to think "-five dates with two women and hooked up with another."

Suddenly, Sally felt a lot less unsure. Their relationship was a first for both of them. A less significant first for Mila because she had been in several relationships with men, but a first nevertheless.

"They knew I'm bi but I think they considered it a phase or some crap like that..." Mila added.

They spent the next hours like that. Talking, cuddling, kissing. Sally was weirded out about how disgustingly soft and sweet she was becoming but it just felt too good. She felt lighter than she had in years, never having known how much she had been burdened by keeping her heart locked up.

In the afternoon, they parted their ways as Mila had a couple of appointments to look at apartments. When Sally arrived home, she immediately searched for Jake. She found him in the living room on the couch. Not caring that he was in the middle of a phone call, she proudly announced, "I have a girlfriend now!"

"One moment please." Jake removed the phone from his ear and offered her his fist. She bumped hers against his and giggled when he hugged her to his side as she sat down next to him. He then placed a kiss on the top of her head and whispered, "Congrats," before resuming his phone call. A couple of seconds later, he spoke to her again. "Paul says, good for you."

"Thank you," Sally said happily. "Paul?" she silently mouthed to Jake.

"High school," he mouthed back.

If Sally had one regret - well, she actually had many - but one of them was that she hadn't started hanging out with Jake earlier. He had befriended her in high school but they hadn't shared the same group of friends till college. Undeniably, his choice of friends had been better than hers.

She leaned her head against his shoulder and waited for him to finish the call. "That was one long date," he commented a couple of minutes later. "I assume it went well?"

Sally sighed happily. "It went just perfect. I have a girlfriend now."

He chuckled. "Yes, you said so."

Sally grinned sheepishly. "I just really like to say it." She tested the word, "Girlfriend."

She told Jake all about the last 22 hours of her life, expecting him to become as excited as she was. Instead, he grimaced. "Another deadline? Really?"

"But maybe she'll stay!"

"Maybe?" he asked, pity on his face that Sally didn't want to see. "Are you sure that's enough for you?"

Sally shrugged, trying to appear unaffected. "It's all I can have right now. Maybe is better than no chance at all."

Jake studied her for a few long moments before he smiled weakly. "Okay then," he said. He hugged her again, finally saying the words she had expected from him. "I'm happy for you."

"Thanks," she mumbled back. "But now a genuine question: Relationships - how do they work?"