The Unwritten Chapter - LingOrm

THE TENSION

The door clicked shut behind her, and Orm let out a weary sigh. She didn't even bother to change clothes. She just tossed her purse on the floor with a loud thump and flopped onto the bed, feeling completely drained.

A choked sob escaped her lips, Just when she thought she'd finally managed to bury the past, to convince herself she was moving on, Lingling had appeared. A reminder of the love that she had tried so desperately to bury. The ache in her heart, a constant throb, intensified, a confirmation to the fact that Lingling still held a powerful place in her life, a place she couldn't seem to escape, no matter how hard she tried.

Lingling leaned against the cool windowpane, a glass of Teso La Monja warming her hand. The city below was a sparkling mosaic, a sea of twinkling lights reflecting off the cobbled streets. Cars snaked through the narrow lanes, their headlights like fireflies in the darkness. Below, the murmur of Spanish voices rose and fell, a gentle hum against the backdrop of laughter and music spilling out from a nearby tapas bar. She took a sip of her wine, the rich, earthy flavors echoing the vibrant energy of the city.

She savored a moment of quiet contentment, a wave of euphoria washed her as she traced her lips with her fingers, replaying the kiss with Orm in her mind. After a year of yearning, she was proud of her boldness in confessing her feelings. The memory of her lips against hers, the taste of strawberry and the softness of her touch, lingered vividly. A playful smirk curved her lips as she bit her lower lip, shaking her head at her own foolishness.

Despite the younger woman's lack of a clear answer, she felt a surge of happiness. She interpreted Orm's words as a green light, and she was determined to follow through on her promise. She might not be a great speaker, but she always keeps her promises.

The first rays of dawn, like fingers of light, gently nudged her awake. She stretched, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face as it streamed through the window. A smile bloomed on her lips. Today is a good day. A day for productivity and Lingling is determine to make it a special one.

She hopped out of bed, her feet barely touching the floor before she was already moving. The kitchen beckoned, promising the aroma of a delicious breakfast. Today, she would prepare something special for Orm, a Spanish dish that would surely brighten her morning.

She was chopping vegetables really fast, like she's done it a million times.  She cooked onions and garlic, and the whole kitchen smelled amazing. Then she added chopped tomatoes, some paprika, and a little bit of saffron.  While the sauce was cooking, she imagined Orm's face, smiling happily while tasting her cook.

She prepared some chorizo, and the smell of it mixed with the sweet and sour sauce was amazing. She put the chorizo on top of a big pile of fluffy rice, poured the sauce over it, and added some parsley. It was a beautiful Spanish dish called paella, and she was going to give it to Orm for breakfast. She carefully put the paella in a container.

The steam from the shower made the bathroom feel warm and cozy. The cool water felt good on her skin. She put on comfortable black sweatpants and a plain white shirt, which made her look stylish and relaxed. She tied her hair up in a ponytail, showing off her bright and happy face, ready to go.

Lingling grabbed the breakfast she had prepared and placed it on the passenger seat of the guest's sleek car. She slid behind the wheel, the leather cool against her skin. With a final glance in the rearview mirror, she started the engine and pulled away, heading towards Orm's hotel. The city was just waking up, the streets alive with the sounds of bustling activity.

Orm took a deep breath, and her heart beat fast. She was on the treadmill, and the machine made a steady noise as she worked out. Every step, every push, every drop of sweat made her think about last night. She remembered kissing Lingling, how passionate it was, and the promises they made to each other. It felt like that night was a part of her now.

The black sweat jeans, molding to her toned legs, felt like a second skin, a constant reminder of the way Lingling's fingers had traced the curve of her hips. The white sports bra, barely containing the rise and fall of her chest, mirrored the breathlessness that the woman touch had ignited.

Every time she breathed in, she saw her face in her mind. Lingling's eyes were sparkling and expressive, and her lips were red like cherries, inviting Orm to kiss her. She kept remembering their kiss, how hot and passionate it was, and it made her want to keep going with her workout.

"Damn it." She muttered irritably as she turned off the treadmill and walked over to the table. She grabbed her water bottle and downed its contents in one go, feeling the cool liquid flow down her throat. Placing both arms on the edge of the table, she closed her eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her.

A sense of unease crept over her as if someone's eyes were fixed on her, prompting her to open her eyes and scan the room.

She was startled, her eyes slightly widening in surprise as she saw Lingling standing at the door, watching her workout. The presence, unexpected and captivating, momentarily stole her breath away.

She swallowed nervously as Lingling approached her. The younger woman felt a surge of unease as if she is standing on the edge of the cliff as the older one drew closer.

Taking a hesitant step back, she stammered. "W–what are you doing here?"

Lingling's confidence widened as she sensed her growing nervousness around her. She moves closer, the space between them shrinking with each step until she could feel the warmth of her breath fanning against her own. Her gaze dropped to her lips. The proximity makes the younger woman close her eyes, bracing herself for what has to come.

Something within Orm was shifting right at this moment, her usual strength giving way to a new kind of surrender. Even in her dreams, she found herself revisiting the kiss from the night before. Now, a part of her was tingling with anticipation at the thought of being kissed once more by the same woman.

She was lost in a hazy world, her mind adrift, until a gentle touch brought her back to the present. Opening her eyes, she found Lingling calm and focused, wiping her sweat away, a gentle hand trailing down her face and neck with a clean towel. "You seem to be sweating quite a bit." Lingling uttered as she continued wiping her neck. Her hand moving lower, a gentle caress brushing across the younger woman's chest.

Orm's face fell, once lit with anticipation replaced by a flicker of disappointment as her expectations were dashed. Her hand clamped down on her wrist, halting the towel's progress across her chest. "You think I wouldn't be sweating after a workout?" She retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She then moves away and resumes her working routine. Lingling sighed, the air escaping her lips in a soft puff. She settled onto the long chair. "I brought you breakfast" but the younger one remained focused on her thing.

"You should eat this before it gets cold." Lingling added, her voice a gentle murmur, but Orm didn't even turn her head.

She had been watching her for almost thirty minutes, and she'd be lying if she said the urge to attack the woman wasn't growing stronger with each passing second. The way Orm's muscles rippled with every squat, the way her skin glistened with sweat, the way her hair fell across her face as she focused on her form - it was all incredibly captivating, almost infuriatingly so. Lingling found herself wanting to reach out, to touch, to disrupt the perfect rhythm of the girl's workout, to break the spell she'd cast over her with every powerful movement.

The desire to rush things was strong, but she knew she had to be patient, to be a good girl, if she wanted to win Orm's heart and build a future with her. But it was a struggle. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the way her grip on the chair tightened, the way her throat constricted with each swallow.

Orm, however, was consciously aware of the intensity of Lingling's stares. She could feel it, like a tangible
presence, a heat radiating from those eyes. She saw it too, in the corner of her vision, the way the older woman's breaths grew quicker, the way her jaw clenched.

Orm sighed, deciding to break the tension. She finished her set, grabbed a towel, and draped it over her shoulders, her back to Lingling, a silent invitation to break the charged silence.

She then turned to meet her eyes. "Let's go to my room and warm up that food."

A smile broke out on Lingling's face as she shot to her feet. "Absolutely!" she said, her voice brimming with excitement.