The Glory ( Freen❣️Becky)

30 ( I want all of you )

Freen walked slowly through the empty store, touching bare shelves as she went. They were almost through with the inside a couple more weeks at best. She and Sam would have their official walkthrough with the contractor then, but she found herself here nearly every night, checking their work.

The food court turned out exactly as she'd envisioned and the angled shelves on each side of the store added a different dimension to the standard grocery store aisles. Her gaze traveled from side to side; she was again overwhelmed by the space. They would need a lot of inventory to fill it. Panic set in for a moment. Maybe it was too big. What if it didn't go over? What if no one in Surat Thaini was interested in natural foods?

"I love it."

Freen turned, startled by the voice. Becky was the last person she expected there.

"It's big."

"Not too big."

Freen walked on, heading to the back where the coolers were. She felt Becky following her.

"How did you know I was here?" she finally asked.

"I saw your truck out front. And you probably should lock the doors if you're here alone," Becky said with a smile.

"Yeah. Never know who might walk in off the street," she teased. Her smile faded as their eyes met. "About the other night," she said. "I should apologize."

"And what exactly would you apologize for?"

Freen looked away. "I didn't invite them here. And Heidi and I...there's nothing between us, Becky."

"You don't have to explain to me."

Freen met her eyes again. "Don't I?"

Becky was the first to look away. "She seemed...very possessive of you," she said. "She made it clear you were more than friends."

"That's just it. We're not really even friends," she said. "Nam told her about you, about us- our past. I think her curiosity was piqued more than anything."

"And she wanted to let me know that you two also had a past," Becky stated.

Freen turned to her. "Heidi likes to play games. I don't."

Becky walked closer, her hand reaching out to Freen's, their fingers entwining. "Good. Because I'm too old to play games."

Freen tugged her closer, their eyes holding. "What do you want from me?"

Becky tilted her head. "I think the question is... what do you want from me?"

Freen squeezed Becky's fingers, pulling her ever so closer. "I want what I've always wanted. But what I could never have," she said, dipping her head down, brushing Becky's cheek with her lips.

"I want all of you," she whispered. She slid her hand up Becky's body, pausing under her breast. "Not just your body," she said, letting her hand finish its trek, seeing Becky's eyes darken as she raked her thumb across her nipple. "Your body, your soul...your heart."

"You've always had my heart, Freen," Becky murmured as her lips moved to Freen's mouth.

Freen let the kiss deepen, her tongue tracing Becky's lower lip before slipping past, meeting Becky's tongue in a hungry battle. She pressed her against the cooler door, her thigh nudging Becky's legs apart. Becky clung to her, tiny sounds of pleasure eliciting a reciprocal moan from Freen.

Freen pulled back slowly, smiling against Becky's lips. "Why does this always happen?"

Becky leaned away from her, their gazes locking together. "Because we're in love with each other."