Learning To Trust Again

Chapter 6

They walked into Freen's room, Becky was holding her by her waist. Turning the lights on, the brunette saw pictures in front of her: landscapes, portraits, the people, the world around through the eyes of an artist who painted at different times and tried different styles.

"This...Well, I was very carried away"  Freen said a little embarrassed, seeing Becky's wide eyes. 

"It's incredible" Becky said in awe.

"Really?" Freen said, turning around slightly in her arms.

She saw the brunette swallowed before their eyes meet each other again. And when that happened, the warmth of the sun appeared inside, it felt like a mental hug.

"Never doubt the sincerity of my words. Please" Becky said and moved towards the large bed, neatly tucked in with a soft blanket. At the head of the bed there were many pillows of various shapes. Two of them were standard size and a few more were small.

Becky helped her to sit on the edge of the bed carefully.

"Let me see you ankle" the brunette  pulled her hand to touch Freen's leg.

"It's nothing, really" Freen stopped her before she could reach her. 

"Do you.. do you want me to carry you to the barhroom?"  Becky carefully asked and affectionately straightened a few dark strands, passing them through her fingers. Freen closed her eyes, taking a shattered breath. 

"If you don't mind" finally answered Freen  after few seconds, trying to calm her pounding heart.

Helping Freen stand Becky held her by her waist again, helping her to the bathroom.  She behaves decently, without violating boundaries. Freen's shirt rose up a little exposing her skin, and Becky's fingers touched the skin, holding her gently.  Her breath became rapid, her blood pulsated under her fingertips where her fingers have the opportunity, without any obstacle, to feel the delicate skin, along which goosebumps ran. And Freen seemed  to like it. She clung to her fiercely, letting her arms wrap around Becky's neck, which led to more of a hug. 

Becky was the first to break the contact, clearling her throat.

"I'll call you when I'm done," Freen said in a slightly lower tone. The pain in her ankle was long forgotten.But she wanted Becky's help, she craved the brunette's attention.

Becky just nodded and quickly left. Her hands were shaking a little. Her body needed a cold shower. 

Half an hour later, Freen pulled out of the water. She called for Becky, signaling that she was done.

Becky tried not to look at Freen, who was now wrapped in only a towel. Taking a deep breath she moved towards Freen, holding her again by her waist.  Her ears were ringing, her heart was pounding almost in her throat. The closeness were driving her crazy. It would seem easy to simply throw off the wrapped towel with a slight movement and satisfy her inner hunger.

Helping Freen to the bed Becky distanced herself a little,  but  looked at Freen with a worried eyes, when Freen winced in pain moving her ankle. 

"I'm okay.." Freen suddenly said, noticing Becky's reaction.  Her voice were drowned in heavy breathing somewhere right at her throat,  she  closed her eyes, looking away, hiding her dilated pupils, which were darker than necessary.