Half Of 100 Million: Women, Parallels, and Harsh Realities (girlxgirl)

Later On that Night

Violettes POV

An oversized, over cushioned, overly comfortable bed is where I lied as I watched the first woman I ever loved debriefing herself from the hectic day she had endured earlier. She sat hunched over at her vanity that looked as if it were from a classic Cinderella story, removing her makeup that had became one with the swollen eye and bruised face she had been "gifted". Despite the fact that she had practically begged me to stay her demeanor towards me had still been unpleasant. Every few seconds I caught her green darts piercing me through the mirror, without even the slightest attempt to hide it. "Uhmm...Is there something I did?" I finally asked as I had became overly irritated. If she was going to do this the entire time I could have just left. "Hell, what didn't you do?" she riposted, her eyes becoming sharp and her face stern as she looked at me through the classy glass. My mouth scrunched and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. She was still mad about her dad which was understandable, but I said sorry and I had no idea that was even her dad in the first place. "June, I said sorry. What more do you want me to do?"I plead. Juniper turned completely around and gave me a structured look as if I already knew the answer.

I don't know if it was intended but she was guilt tripping the hell out of me. "You don't love me" Juniper whimpered, shaking her head before looking down and shedding a tear. "Baby you know that's not true" I said looking at my girlfriend with sad eyes. But honestly I couldn't tell if she were serious or just being spoiled. "It's hard to know if anything is ever true with you Violette" Juniper replied in a discerned tone. I could tell. I could tell that I was losing her. And that's the last thing I wanted. She was all that I had left. I had to do what I had to do. Slowly I got myself out of her bed trying not to make too much noise. I walked over to her door and closed it softly, it was so nostalgic, bringing my mind back to when I first met the girl who lit up my everyday. Walking up behind the hunched over girl I began runnings my fingers through her luscious gold curls, causing her once tense shoulders to relax a bit. I then leaned over and stole a kiss from her plump pink lips, it felt quite eccentric, but there was a transfer of pain, fear, and sympathy.

As I pulled out of the deep sensual kiss, I stared in the Rosewoods Princesses warm eyes. Like expected I saw anger, but also visible in those large eyes was hope. Possibly, hope that I would turn out different, different than the others who had allowed such hurt to come into her life. Steadily I guided my right hand up to her cheek and cupped it gently with my hand. "When I say I love you I really do mean it" I mumbled, not knowing what kind of reaction I might bare. Juniper was very observant of my every move, and watched me feverishly. I planted a kiss on the shorter girls forehead as I waited for even a short response. Nothing was received but a lusty stare. But I didn't want to. I mean, I couldn't. I wasn't ready yet. I went forward to put a hand under junipers shirt, right on her waist as I gently kissed her again, but I hesitated. Juniper acquired a sad look. She pulled me down to her seated level once more and whispered into my ear "If you "hold" me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did".

My theory that she was trying to rewrite whatever happened that night was verified. Was that even a good idea? The thought of it terrified me honestly. I couldn't even fuck a client without thinking about Brian, better yet give head to her without thinking about all the rough and hateful men I had done it for prior to her. The word "please" was shot at me while I was lost deep in thought. Pushing my thoughts quickly aside, I put two hands on the lower half of my small girlfriend and gently picked her up. Energy in the room became hot as she began kissing on my neck, which she knew would usually drive me insane; but today something was off. It was different. I felt nothing but fear. I carried the bashful girl to her contrasting bed and lied her down with her lips locked to mine. I couldn't fuck anything up. Although Juniper was two years older than me, she was much more childlike. She was damaged, much like I was, but in many ways she was still finding herself. I could only hope I wasn't just an experiment.