Sleeping with Elodie (wlw)

CHAPTER SIX

They could have gone to sleep earlier if only they hadn't spent so much time looking at each other and talking. It was as if they were taking mental photographs to memorize every inch of one another. Every mole, every little freckle, every touch and every smell... every tattoo. They spoke of life lessons, wisdom, philosophy, art, and much more. They reminisced about the past, and eventually slept. The white sheets and red velvet covers covered them up to their lower backs, their hair messy from last night activities. Water bottles on their nightstands, an empty bag of chips on the floor and a couple pillows tossed around the room. Elodie woke up to the image of Ronit's sleeping face, her long neck and creamy tanned skin shining with the little sunlight that came through the windows. Elodie was starstruck that she wasn't regretting anything, that she wasn't disgusted by what had happened, yet she felt like she was still in a fever dream, a parallel universe. She ran one of her fingers up her spine, watching Ronit respond to her touch. Elodie saw how the goosebumps begun to rise all over her friend's skin. Soon she was welcomed with a pair of brown eyes looking at her sleepily. "Hey."

"Hey," Elodie whispered, sitting up. "How did you sleep?" Her hand kept trailing patterns on one of the brunette's shoulders.

Ronit turned around in bed, not caring that her chest was now exposed to Elodie, "Good. You?" It was admirable how she could be there, completely bare but completely confident.

"Me too." Elodie got closer to Ronit, "Do you remember the day we ran into each other at the train station?" She asked, because it seemed like something important to remember all of the sudden. She had the memory of thinking back then about coincidences, or better yet, destiny; an energy bringing them close for some reason.

She wasn't the kind to believe in those things, always made fun of Ronit when she did, but now she understood her more than ever in that department.

"Oh yeah." She nodded before rubbing her eyes. "I recall we looked at each other as if we had seen a ghost." Ronit giggled. It had been a shock to see her there after not seeing her for the whole day, wondering about her whereabouts.

"Yes." Elodie chuckled, "You had no idea what I was doing that day, and I had no idea what you were doing that day... yet we ran into each other."

"It was a good day." Ronit turned to her side to look at Elodie better. "So, will we address... this?" Elodie looked at Ronit for a silent second, waiting for the brunette to elaborate. "I mean, we had sex. Mind-blowing sex. Really good sex. We're naked as we speak."

The French woman sighed and looked away, biting the inside of her cheek in thought. It all seemed like the greatest idea of her life when they first kissed and desire took over her, but now that she thought about it, it was an impulsive decision. One that in her right mind she wouldn't had made, but Ronit had always been a weakness for her. She looked up to her, liked her, found things in her that were so familiar and so out of this world. It was strange how she wasn't bothered by the thin line of friendship and sex in their new dynamic. "I suppose it happens. I don't really have anything to say about it, only that I liked it."

"Me too." Ronit responded, "A whole lot." She giggled.

"Same. I actually have never had an orgasm that good in my life." She admitted, even if it made her feel a bit like a looser, Ronit had probably had a thousand.

"Really?"

"It was like you didn't even try."

"I did try!" The brunette said, "And you were pretty wet, so..." Elodie blushed at that statement, which Ronit took as a signal to stop talking.

"I usually fake it."

"What? Why?" Ronit seemed shocked.

"I don't know... I guess sometimes it's better than just stay in silence. It's awkward."