Woso FanFics

L.Williamson: Moving On?

Nothing really surprised you when it came to Leah. The 3am phone calls after another event that you weren't invited to, the delicate whimpers of your name in your ear after she'd spent an entire night pretending not to know you, or waking up to an empty bed just hours after she'd sworn that she wouldn't take off this time.

But the ghosting... well, that was the last thing you had expected.

At first, you thought she was waiting for you to make the next arrangement, knowing that you'd spent the last few times making jokes about her ignorance of you being nothing more than a booty call. So, you did reach out, but nothing.

Days turned into weeks, then into months. Frankly, you got tired of crying yourself to sleep over her, and your friends got tired of listening to cries that told them she's not what you think.

That's what led you to this night—this blind date. You'd arrived fashionably late—ten minutes of sweating for the nameless person waiting for you. The restaurant was elegant, and the staff members were suited and booted for a night of wining and dining people who were so far removed from your normal societal status. The inaudible chatter, the clinking of cutlery, and the music filling the air seemed so much louder as you contemplated turning around and walking right back out that door.

But then you saw her.

Blonder than you remembered, her hair cascaded like golden sunbeams, illuminating the room with a mesmerising glow. And oh, her arms, sculpted to perfection, had become even more alluring, enticing your heart to skip a beat. But what truly captivated you was her timeless ability to steal your breath away, just like she always had, leaving you utterly speechless. There she was, all alone, her fingers anxiously dancing on the table.

She was waiting for someone, was she waiting for you?

"Miss?"

You internally cursed the waiter for interrupting your fairy tale, flashing them a wondering smile as you waited to be shown to that table.

"Follow me, your guest hasn't arrived yet."

Heart sinking at the realisation that your date wouldn't be Leah, you followed the waiter towards your table, which was cruelly located in the perfect spot for you to watch Leah stand to her feet and welcome her own date. This person appeared to be everything you weren't: confident, tall, loud, and most importantly, obviously not a secret.

"Can I get you anything to drink while you wait?"
"A glass of wine, please. Red."
"We only serve by the bottle."

Of course they did. Of course they only served by the bottle in the place Leah took her dates.

"That'll do."

You weren't sure how long had passed or how many times you'd poured more wine into your glass when you decided your date wasn't coming. The problem you had was her. The place had filled now, and your only exit route led you right into her path.

Asking for another menu, you held it in the perfect position to cover your face, determined that she would not see your pathetic attempt at moving on. The waiter flashed you a sorry smile the third time he came to take your order, and you told him you weren't ready, tears threatening to spill from your tired and weary eyes.

From behind your menu-shaped mask, you could hear Leah's laughter echoing around the room, bringing back memories of the nights that laughter came from your bedroom as she tried to touch you after one too many orgasms and you shot across the bed. You couldn't help but wonder how you'd managed to fall so blindly in love with someone who had given you nothing more than sex and the occasional cuddle.

But you had. You were.

Maybe that's how you knew it was her fingers that now had a hold on the top of your menu. Maybe that's how you knew it was her perfume that was filling your nostrils and seemed to be working its way into your heart. Maybe that's how you knew that the second your eyes looked upwards, you'd fall all over again.

But they did. You did.

"Were you going to hide until I left?"
"Yes." You whispered so softly you weren't sure she'd hear you.
"Did you think I hadn't noticed you from the second you walked in here?"
"I... I didn't think you had. No. No, I didn't know you knew I was here." You fumbled.

You wondered what her game was, standing there speaking to you in that same dominant tone, that same stance that reminded you that she was the boss. You let yourself look closer, and that's when you noticed that glint in her eyes—something different that you hadn't seen in her before. Not allowing yourself to dream any longer, you accepted that Leah was in love, and it wasn't with you.

"Who are you waiting for?"
"No one."
"You came here alone?" She raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
"Yes."
"I don't believe you."
"Well... you should." You internally sighed at your crappy response.

Leah's delicate fingers glided sensually across the menu, her touch sending shivers down your spine. The mere contact of her pinky finger caressing your knuckles ignited a fire within you, causing your eyelids to flutter shut in a moment of bliss.

"Leah." You warned, flinching your hand away.
"What?"
"Your date is right..." you finally removed the menu to see her table empty.
"My date?"
"Oh, I thought, I should go." You were flustered now, she hadn't been on a date.
"Come home with me." Leah's hand moved to your arm, gripping it tightly like she thought she could hold onto your heart through your arm.
"What?! Are you insane? You ghosted me! And now you think I'll just go home with me because you told me to?" You whisper-shouted.
"I thought you liked me telling you what to do, no?" Leah smirked down at you.

Your breath hitched. Body tingled. Mind went blank. Suddenly, in a restaurant filled with people, your mind was replaying those fantasies that you'd played out with her. How she guided you, watched you, told you, and moaned with you. You hated how much control she still had over your sex drive.

"Just tell me one thing?" You finally found the courage to ask the question you hoped would help you get over her.
"What?"
"Did I do something wrong? Is that why you just left me?"

Anticipation filled the air as you braced yourself for her reaction, knowing all too well that she had a tendency to flee when faced with challenging discussions. She didn't hesitate this time, the response effortlessly escaped her lips just seconds after you had sealed yours shut.

"Yes."
"What was it? What did I do?"

You prepared yourself for a confidence knock. You wondered if she'd tell you that something you did had completely turned her off or that you drooled sometimes in your sleep. Your entire being tingled with anticipation as her gaze locked on yours, penetrating your soul. The gentle touch of her hand on your arm, once guarded, now relaxed ever so slightly.

"You made me fall in love with you."

You realised three things in that moment: she still was, you still were, and you were totally going home with her because she told you to.