Use Me

Frost

Choking. That's what Rebecca has been feeling these past few days. Like there's this constant lump stuck in her throat that she couldn't cough out. Then there's this persistent ache in her chest feeling a lot like an exposed raw wound with bits of flesh hanging out

She has only ever experienced heartbreak once in her life and that was caused by the same person bringing about her current torment. Rebecca couldn't help but feel rage towards her. Becca would close her eyes and she'd see her, her long immaculate legs spread out widely as far as it can go while she's pleasuring herself by Becca's command. Burning. Becca would go to sleep and her dreams would be plagued by sensations of her enveloping Rebecca with her soft velvet. Fuming. Becca would be alone one second then her mind would conjure up her voice, whispering in her ear, begging her to go faster and deeper. Raging.

Rebecca had to physically shake her head to get these invading thoughts and images out of her. They weren't just thoughts though, as Rebecca is so harshly reminded. They weren't mere dreams or made up musings. They are her memories, her vivid recollection of what she shared with Freen, of what she longs to relive with Freen again and again but just could not.

"Freen," Becca hushes out. Becca had to call out her name even inaudibly just to taste the bitterness on her tongue as the name rolled off of it.

"Use me? Really? what a huge idiot," Becca says to no one in particular with a resentful laugh.

And use her Freen did. Rebecca was used and used good, and she left that hotel room feeling thoroughly debauched. Becca just could not fathom what has gotten into her to put herself in this mess. She might as well have volunteered to be slaughtered than to subject herself to this torture that would go on indefinitely. She already has to deal with the heartbreak from being rejected, and having an uncontrollable oppressive craving for Freen after having one taste of the woman is not helping her at the slightest.

As fate would have it, the woman currently making Rebecca's blood boil has appeared before her and is walking towards her.

Rebecca already has half the heart to jump off her seat and dash out the door, but she really wouldn't want to bring attention to herself in this hushed and dim dining area in one of the best and most expensive rooftop bars in Bangkok. But the other half of her heart really wants her to jump off her seat and come running straight into Freen's arms painfully so.

"What are you doing here?," Becca seethes out as Freen makes her final approach and takes the seat opposite the younger woman without even asking for permission.

"I was looking for you," Freen replies, her voice flat, emotions unreadable.

"I don't wanna see you," Becca says bluntly.

"I kind of figured that since you haven't returned my calls and messages," Freen says quite defeatedly.

"Then why go here?," Rebecca asks, raising one of her eyebrows in question.

"I just wanted to talk to you," Freen says imploringly. She tries to reach for Rebecca's hand casually laid out on the table, but quick with her reflexes, Rebecca pulls that hand away and raises it to wave at the bartended for another round for herself. Putting her hand down, Rebecca makes sure to place it safely on her lap and away from the dangers of Freen's touch. Despite being able to maintain a calm façade up to this point in their interaction, Becca knows that Freen can so easily stir the turmoil bubbling within her.

"What is there to talk about?," Rebecca asks harshly, not once looking straight at Freen since the other woman arrived.

"A lot, actually," Freen says. Her eyes are trained on the younger woman opposite her. Never once has she been intimidated by Rebecca, her quiet, introverted, bubbly and warm Becky. The person in front of her right now though, with her tight neat bun, dark eye make up and warm autumn lipstick, dressed in a short black dress, and an apathetic steely look in her eyes, is giving Freen shivers. Rebecca is serving her ice and Freen was never one for the cold.