Our Night In Vegas | Degrassi, Fimogen

Our Night In Vegas

It was the end of a fun night in Vegas for Bianca's bachelorette party with Imogen, Fiona, Katie, and Marisol. The night was filled with food, laughs, and crazy dancing. Throughout the night, Imogen was extra clingy with Fiona. She was a touchy-feely person naturally but felt the need to be close to her constantly that night. Whether it was brushing shoulders, grabbing her hand, or holding her thigh during dinner, Imogen wanted Fiona's touch and it didn't help that her girlfriend looked stunning in a dark blue button-up dress with soft curls cascading down her shoulders.

During dinner at the hotel buffet, Imogen dug around her plate of food, making it all one mush. Her ears tuned out the giggles and laughs from Fiona, Bianca, Katie, and Marisol. After taking a small bite of salmon, Imogen reached not that far and placed a hand on Fiona's leg, the girl didn't flinch at the gesture, as it wasn't the first time Imogen had put her hand there. She admired Fiona's side profile, the dimple in her cheek prominent when she laughed. How did she get so lucky? Imogen thought.

"Immy, you need to try this cheesecake," Fiona said, turning towards Imogen and bringing the fork to feed her.

Imogen opened her mouth to eat the bite of cheesecake. She giggled when there was too much and it stuck to the side of her mouth. Fiona laughed, wiping the cheesecake off with her thumb.

Marisol rolled her eyes but flashed a grin. "You two are so sweet, I'm getting a toothache."

After dinner, Fiona and Imogen swayed down the hotel's fourth-floor hallway, hands feathered together with no urgency to get to their room.

"That was such a fun night," Imogen recalled, briefly leaning her head on her girlfriend's shoulder. Lifting her head and looking at Fiona she added, "Are you as exhausted as I am?"

They were now a couple of feet from their hotel room, Fiona touched the door handle. "Mmm? Not really."

Imogen grinned, following Fiona into the room, her eyes on the back of her girlfriend's head. It wasn't until Fiona got out of her eye-line, Imogen stopped in her tracks, and her smile transformed. She separated her mouth slightly agape, and her eyes widened as she scanned the room up and down. Scattered on the carpet and trailing the bed were dark red rose petals that smelled fresh. Candles were lit on the bedside tables and the small round dining table near the mini kitchen. For a moment, Imogen was sure they had booked the wrong room. But when she looked over at Fiona who'd taken a seat on edge of the bed, she took note of the corners of her mouth curling upwards.

"Fions, you did this?" Imogen asked, her cheeks bulging and eyes twinkling. All words were wiped from her brain and the breath from her lungs got stuck in her throat.

Fiona nodded, bringing up a hand to her cheek, and tucking a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear. "You don't think it's too cliche?" Her voice grew nervous and she looked down shyly. Imogen's heart fluttered at how cute Fiona looked when she got shy. Her cheeks flushed a light pink and she shoved her hands under her legs.

Imogen locked in on her gaze at Fiona, making her way to the edge of the bed where Fiona sat. Standing a few inches from her, Imogen took the sides of Fiona's face. She leaned her head down, leading her lips down to Fiona's. They exchanged a passionate kiss. Pulling apart delicately, Imogen kept one hand on Fiona's cheek, stroking it with her thumb.

"It's perfect," she said, searching Fiona's eyes intensely. "Just like you."

Fiona smiled, kissing Imogen again. Imogen then sat beside Fiona on the bed.

"So what's the occasion?" Imogen beamed, clasping her hands together in excitement. "It's not my birthday or Valentine's Day."

Though seemingly clueless on the outside, Imogen had an inkling of what Fiona had planned. She'd thought about this moment for a while now, wondering when it would happen and if it'd happen in Vegas. I mean what a perfect place; a stunning city, a gorgeous view with a gorgeous girl, and a room decorated with romance. Imogen could feel her heart thumping hard against her pink tank top as she admired Fiona, taking in her beautiful wavy hair that settled against her shoulders and over her dark blue buttoned-up dress

"...we'll, I was thinking," Fiona spoke, bringing Imogen back to earth. She spoke in almost a whisper as she eyed the mattress behind them. "If you're ready, we could...you know..."

Imogen froze, eyes fixated on Fiona's. Her breathing hitched and her heart raced; suddenly she forgot how to say the word 'yes.' Imogen swallowed while keeping her gaze on Fiona's beautiful face which quickly drained of color.

"Unless you don't want to, that's totally okay. No pressure. Just wanted to ask, cause we've been dating for—"

Sensing Fiona's nerves, Imogen cut her off. "Fiona," she hushed.

Her girlfriend relaxed and softened her face. Imogen grabbed Fiona's cheeks, staring at her lips then back to her eyes.

"Yes," Imogen stated, hunger and lust filling her brown eyes.

Fiona grinned. "Really? Are you one hundred percent sure?"

Imogen nodded, breathless and world less; her hands still clutching Fiona's face. She inhaled deeply through her nose as the space between their faces closed, lips collided, and became one. Fiona slid her hand at the side of Imgogen's neck, caressing her soft warm skin. She pulled her in tighter, kissing her sweetly and passionately, her lips delicately capturing Imogen's s top lip. The sweetness of her strawberry gloss flavored her tongue and made Fiona smile as she made out with her girlfriend.

Using both hands and never letting their lips separate, Fiona reached behind Imogen's head to remove her two twisty buns so her hair was down and loose. Fiona didn't want to tell her, because Imogen liked putting her hair up in crazy styles, but she loved her long hair down; the way it framed her face and got caught in Fiona's fingers when she tangled and tousled her hair as they kissed.

Imogen slid her hands down Fiona's neck, passed her shoulders, and down to her hips, scooting the older girl closer. Breathing quickened, hearts raced and with every touch and every kiss, Imogen wanted to push Fiona down on the bed, but she contained her urges. Instead, Imogen took one hand to the collar of Fiona's dress unbutton it one by one, then slipped her hand inside. A jolt of electricity swam up her arm as her fingers touched her soft skin.

"Ooh." Fiona winced, pulling back.

Imogen froze, heart stopped for a second. "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"

Fiona giggled, shaking her head assuringly. "No, you did nothing wrong. Your hands are just cold."

Imogen looked down shyly, letting out a nervous laugh. "Okay, good. I'm just glad I didn't make a mistake."

Fiona smiled, lifting Imogen's head by her chin. "You're doing everything perfect Immy."

Their light and dark eyes stared each other down, both their bodies craving more touch. Fiona took the lead, grabbing Imogen by the waist, and kissing her as she sunk Imogen onto the mattress and leaned on top of her.

Fiona pulled apart briefly, faces still close enough to feel their heavy breathing. "I love you, Imogen." Fiona took a finger, swiping a strand of the younger girl's hair off her forehead, deeply looking into her beautiful eyes.

"And I love you, Fiona Coyne."

Their lips collided, legs tangled, and hands all over. They sunk deeper into the bed, the beginning of an unforgettable night.