Sweet & Spicy Lesbian Short Stories (GirlxGirl)

Something in the Chocolate: Part 3

Jory makes a face. "Ew, I think some costume fluff got on the chocolate."

I start laughing.

"Stop it. It's disgusting." She goes to wipe the fluff out of her mouth, looks at her paw, and moans. "This costume is the worst."

"Who's the fun-hater now?"

She tries to bat my nose, and I flinch away.

"Don't touch me with that," I say, laughing. "The bunny suit freaks me out."

"I noticed." She casts me a teasing smile. "What, you don't like giant fuzzy paws touching your face?"

She reaches for me, wiggling her fingers, and I back away with my hands out defensively.

"Don't you dare," I say—but my playful tone gives me away.

She puts the bunny head on the table with a mischievous expression, then advances on me with both paws up. "Hide your kids, hide your wife."

"You're ruining the Easter bunny for the children!" I back into the corner of the tent, trapped. She closes in and rubs the fuzzy paws over my face, not letting me escape. And secretly, or maybe not so secretly, my heart is doing flips. I fend her off, and she responds by trying to tickle me.

"You don't know who rented this costume before you or what kinds of things they touched with those paws!" I say, maybe a little too loudly.

We struggle, giggling, until I win by grabbing her wrists. Nose-to-nose, we catch our breath, and I can smell the sweet chocolate I just fed her. She's flushed and clammy, and I'm prickling worse than ever beneath my sweater. I think the temperature just went up ten degrees in here.

I bite my lip. She gives me her signature little smile, which puts dimples in her cheeks and always makes me melt like a chocolate egg in the sun.

Footsteps get closer outside the tent, and Trish from HR shouts to someone about finding the photographer.

Jory and I step apart.

Trish pokes her head into our refuge. "Jory, it's picture time. Good, Emma, can you bring out the lights and backdrop?"

"Sure," Jory says cheerfully.

"Yep," I say, trying not to sound disappointed by the interruption.

Trish leaves, and the two of us plunge into silence.

Okay, the time is now. How can I ask out Jory while also not making things awkward at work if her answer is no? Even though she obviously likes me, we're coworkers, and dating a coworker is pretty much never a good idea. Asking her out could go very badly.

The safer option would be to do nothing. We would continue flirting and not dating, and I would continue pining. Forever.

But she's standing in front of me, her cheeks flushed, her hair a mess, smiling sheepishly in a way that makes my knees weak. There's no misinterpreting the way she's been acting around me. So I have to make a decision, one way or another.

She grabs the bunny head, ready to put it on.

"Jory, wait."

My mouth is dry.

She stops. Her eyes are a little wide, like I've startled her. Does she know what's coming?

At the hesitation, she steps closer. "What?"

"Um—" I draw a steadying breath. The step closer is encouraging. Do I tell her I like her? Do I ask her how she feels? God, what words do I choose?

The silence has gone on for too long. She's searching my face, her brow furrowed.

"Do you want to go out sometime?" I say, the words coming in such a rush that I'm not sure if they were intelligible.

There's a pause that seems to last forever. My heart stutters.

Jory's face breaks into a wide smile. Somehow, even though she's in a ridiculous bunny suit that sometimes shows up in my nightmares, she manages to look gorgeous.

And then—I must be dreaming—she steps even closer.

She takes my hand in her bunny paw. And you know what? I'm not even creeped out by the feel of the fuzz against my palm.

We're a breath apart. She inclines her head.

My stomach swoops.

I lean in, and our lips touch in a gentle, silent kiss. She's soft and sweet, leaving me wanting more before it's over.

"Yes," she whispers, her breath tickling my lips.

My heart is doing the bunny hop. Forward, back, hop, hop, hop.

With a glint in her pretty brown eyes, Jory puts on the bunny head. She leaves the tent, leaving me staring after her.

I draw a shaky breath, my whole face stretching into a huge smile.

I guess it was worth joining the fun committee, after all.

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