The weight of their forgotten history lingered on air. It smelled so much like a spilt Don Perignon soaking up on a century-old carpet - too strong, just too hard to resist. Cate closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. She wanted to evict herself from her narrative, wanted to run away and take a secluded place where she could let herself rot in feelings she couldn't fathom. But how could she when a naked Sandra got her head buried on her chest?
To: Manager
Hey, sorry for not informing you earlier. Got sick, but I'm feeling fine. I just need an off from today's taping.
Sent 12:49 PM
She carefully placed her phone back to her bedside table. As soon as her phone touched the wooden mahogany, Sandra moved and snuggled sleepily even more to her. Times like this, she wanted so much to savor the moment, but she knew she should not savor it. She couldn't even feign to pretend she deserved the warmth of the brunette's naked skin, couldn't even pretend she deserved her breathy sighs and moans so instead of wrapping her arms back around her, she laid there like a dead log.
Sandra kissed her. It was something that she did not anticipate, but it happened. The kiss was ephemeral, like a quick touch, an electrocution that the brunette pulled herself away too quick. The women locked eyes as the words failed to come out of each other's lips. The blonde, who was so shocked, almost have uttered all the apologies in the world but she stopped. Why would she say sorry when she did not kiss her? It was Sandra. It was Sandra who kissed her.
"I'm sorr ---" Cate paused as the realization hit her, as the phrase fell short under her tongue, her eyes started to unite against Sandra's brown eyes; the stare being shared was a question of why and on that moment, Cate with all her bravery, waited.
But the silent why was never answered. Instead, with all the waiting Cate endured, Sandra did what the blonde least expected. The brunette kissed her again. Not a quick peck on the lips. Not an accidental kiss, but a kiss of hunger. Sandra claimed her lips for the second time and it pushed Cate back away from earth for when the brunette's lips touched hers, she felt like Persephone being sucked by Hades into the underworld.
The kiss turned into fiery touches; the room was then transformed into a portal that only them knew about. Both of them couldn't hear the outside world anymore - for all the hush, the moans and the whispers were enough to shut the whole world off.
A thug was heard as Cate's back hit against the cold wall of her kitchen, "Fuck..." The blonde cussed as the coldness of the wall hit her back.
"About to." And those two words were enough to shut Cate off; Sandra then started to unbutton her blouse but the shock on Cate's face illuminated and it made Sandra stop, made her realize what was about to be done, "I'm sorry." The brunette mumbled as she looked at the blonde apologetically, "I...I got carried away. I..."
Cate cut her off as she pulled the brunette's hips towards her, "Fuck me." The bravery slipped out of the blonde's lips like a poison ivy, "Fuck me, Sandra."
That was the consent the brunette needed and with that, a smug smirk hung on Sandra's lips. Without hesitation, she peeled off Cate's clothes off her body and when Cate stood there, on the kitchen, wearing nothing but skin, Sandra paused. It was a liberation. A testament of bare honesty and beauty and the brunette felt greatly happy and overwhelmed to be seeing Cate in her glory like that.
"You're..." Sandra took off her stare from the blonde's body as she looked at her, "You're such a beauty."
Cate gave her a shrug, "Take me to my room." She then wrapped her arms around the brunette's neck before whispering, "...please."
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