A Dying Legacy

Chapter 8

"Cat, get up -" a voice mumbled beside me. I grumbled something unintelligible and rolled over. My bed grew colder the further I rolled over to this side, and I didn't like it. I used what bit of my brain was awake to roll back over to the warmth in my bed. "Cat -" she giggled tiredly as I wrapped my arms around her waist and snuggled my head into her breast. So soft, so warm, so inviting. I started to drift back off to sleep. "-if I get woken up by your alarm, you're waking up to." I was finally scolded awake as she slipped out of the bed. Everything felt cold now, and with that, the sheets no longer felt welcoming.

"Do I have to?" I mumbled into the sheets my head flopped into when I lost the soft pillows of her breasts. Can you tell I'm not a morning person?

"Maybe if someone hadn't stayed up until midnight playing footsie." Lula reprimanded me. Of course, she was awake.

"I hate to break it to you, but they don't call what we did last night 'playing footsie'." I smirked into the mattress as I remembered her body trembling under my hands as she orgasmed.

"Cat?" Still enjoying the memory, I grinned wickedly at Rosalita standing over me. "Good. You're awake." The look on her face said she was ready to chastise me if I hadn't woken up. But how could I take that seriously when she looked so cute with her hands on her hips in all her naked glory?

"Or -" I took one hand off her hip and tried to pull her back into bed with me, "We could - hey!" She flicked me on the nose with her other hand. "That wasn't nice."

"Well, if you don't get up, you're about to learn that I can be mean when I want to be. Get up and go make breakfast for that Mate of yours, or you won't be seeing this -" she popped a hip and booped her breasts for a little bounce and affect, "-naked again"

How did we end up here?

  -  *  -   Yesterday  -  *  -

"Cat!" My head perked up at my name suddenly being shouted. I barely know anyone. Who in the hell - Noah and I looked back down the street we'd just walked through to find Rosalita. Her soft curls bounced with the breeze as she ran over to us. She wasn't dressed up, just faded torn jeans, an off the shoulder red sweater, and a black smock; but she still captivated my attention. Wait, black smock? "What brings you around here?" She asked with a huff and blowing a stray hair out of her eyes.

"I could ask you the same. Where'd you just run from?" I wondered, not noticing where she popped over from.

Rosalita beamed with pride as she pointed to a few shops down; one of the few businesses still open on this block. A sign of an art palette and a hair dyeing brush in place of a paint brush hung with the words 'My Canvas, Your Art.' "That's my salon. Which you just completely walked by without even saying 'hi', by the way." I swear, everything this woman did was cute. Including the way she narrowed her eyes on me playfully.

"I'm sorry! I didn't even notice!"

"So now I'm not noticeable?" She pouted.

"No! That's not what I meant. How could anyone not notice you!" I got flustered and started stammering whatever would come out of my mouth until she saved me from my misery with her laugh.

"I'm kidding you, Cat. I was in the back and just caught sight of you as you were walking by. So, what are you and Noah doing around these parts?" She asked, finally acknowledging my tour guide.

"Oh, uh...well, we were -"

"Oh my god, you have a crush on Rosalita." Lula teased.

"Is that what this is? This is what crushing on someone feels like? I don't like it." I'm not the blushing, embarrassed, and bashful one. I'm the one who knows what she wants and gets other women to crush on her.