That One Letter. Larissa Weems x Reader

Chapter 66- No Fighting

   "I hate this place you're working at," Larissa grunted, gripping the steering wheel harder with each thought about you being harassed at the bookstore. "What are you saying?" Even tho Mark made you feel uneasy at work, you didn't hate working there. "I don't want to upset you, darling, but perhaps it would be best if you just..." "Quit?" Your words came settled, slow, quiet, almost disappointed. It was a thought that had crossed your mind a few times, but you hadn't considered it fully and never expected Larissa to suggest it to you.

   "I don't know... seems overboard, don't you think?" "He's been harassing you, Y/n! I don't want that happening to you anymore." She replied. The tone of her voice grew louder with each word, she said, truly expressing her anger toward that place. "Hello? It's not easy finding work around here, Larissa. And I will most definitely not live off your charity, no thank you." You crossed your arms in defense, maybe even a little jealous that she had such a powerful job while you worked at a stupid bookstore.

   This was the last month of winter, and it seemed like spring was coming in early, so to escape Larissa's angry eyes that most definitely were already starting at you because of the comment you made, you turned your head away from her to enjoy the winter melting away before your eyes. "Y/n..." In reality, Larissa for a second was lost for words because she wanted to suggest a somewhat similar idea to you. "You don't want me to be your sugar mommy? Hmm?" Her hand slid on the uncovered part of your thigh as she herself didn't know what else to do. "If you would have asked me a few years back, I would have agreed without hesitation, but now, no." Even tho you knew Larissa meant it as a joke, you were in no mood to joke around.

   "All right..." She focused herself completely back on the road, letting go of your leg while you kept staring out of the window. You hated whenever some stupid incident came between you two because it was awkward afterward as both of you didn't know what to say or do. So, for the rest of the car ride, both of you said a single word.

   When Larissa pulled up in her driveway most of the tension had already disappeared, but still, you didn't know what to say, so you just awkwardly smiled towards her. "Come, let's go inside." When you had stepped out of the car, she grabbed your hand and began leading you towards the house.

   Larissa went to her bedroom to change while you stayed in the kitchen to grab a glass of water when you heard the woman's silvery voice call out for you. "Y/n! Could you come to the bedroom please?" Without a single question, you abandoned the glass filled with water on the table to go see what your beautiful girlfriend wanted from you.

"Yes, Rissa?" You peeked through the door to see her standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself, hands propped on her hips as her body was turned slightly to the side. "Is there something wrong?" Judging from how she was standing, you thought she disliked the way she looked in the dress she was wearing even tho she looked marvelous. "You know you look beautiful, right?" You weren't lying. She did indeed look breathtaking in that beige-pink dress. The fabric was so beautifully hugging her waist that it made you believe that it was hand-crafted just for her and only her.

   "What?" She looked at you confused. She had been expecting a compliment from you, but not one where you thought you needed to make her question if there was actually something wrong with how she looked in the dress. "I know I look good... just come here. I need you to zip the dress up for me." She turned to show you the unzipped bit of the dress on her back. Quickly without saying a word, you walked up to her and gently began to zip up the dress while admiring her from the backside.

   "Has anyone told you that you have a beautiful back?" "No...can you please explain to me what for you is a beautiful back?" Larissa, in fact, wanted to hear what was it that made you make such a specific comment because her entire life she had had some insecurities about it. "Well..." You hadn't yet zipped up the dress fully, so you took the chance to run your finger down her spine, which made goosebumps appear on the older woman's skin.