"Do you regret it" Becky says quietly, lying on the bed. Her gaze was directed at the silhouette of a girl sitting with her back to her.
Freen just sighs softly, burying her face in her hands. She bites her finger, directing her gaze somewhere in front of her.
"I don't want to talk about it" she replies, getting out of bed and looking for a T-shirt to throw on. Becky just looks at her shadowy silhouette, and how the rays of the sun barely illuminate her blonde locks.
"So we'll pretend again as if this didn't happen?" the brunette continues to repeat her words with a hint of steel. Continues to look at her wife's back. The blonde just rubs her eyes and answers
"We both needed this" she turns her head a little to the side "it was just a..."
"Don't bother yourself" Becky waves her hand, immediately getting out of bed, picking up the clothes lying on the floor "I understand everything. Yes, fuck, I knew it..." she continues to hiss under her breath, putting on a T-shirt, and then starts looking for her pants. Freen still has her back to the girl, lightly biting her finger. "You don't have to say anything" the brunette continues, pulling on her trousers "I know this scheme. Sex and everything. Thank you for giving yourself to me" she elegantly waves her hand and bows, and then simply leaves the room.
Freen continues to face the window. Her hands tremble treacherously, and an unpleasant feeling hangs in her heart. It became very painful that tears almost came out of her eyes.
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"Do you want to eat?'' the brunette asks, without even looking at her wife who has just come down, spreading jam on her toast.
"Yes" she answers hesitantly, looking straight at Becky's impassive face. She comes to the counter and sits down opposite the girl.
"Here" the brunette holds out the plate, still not looking at it, turns back, taking the cups of coffee, and turning back to her wife, hands one to her.
"Where are you going?" Freen asks, taking a sip of her drink, looking at the brunette from under her brows. She just looks out the window, drinking coffee.
"I have a meeting now" she only answers, holding a cup in her hand and thoughtfully fiddling with the ring on her finger with the other. Freen glances at her hands, continuing to leer at her actions.
A little less than a week has already passed since that night. Every day passed at this pace for the girls. They communicated, but not like before. They couldn't even fight with each other anymore. Everything was dead to some extent. Calm as it is now. They speak practically to the point, and try to appear in public less in order to avoid unnecessary touching. Tenderness is the least they need now.
But despite the way they act, Becky still allows Freen to hug her. She knows that she needs it. And she just endures it. But it's hard for her. Very much, and she is sure of one thing, soon she will not be able to stand it...
Becky sighs and blinks, removing the veil of thoughts, puts the cup on the counter, and heads towards the door. Starts to get dressed.
"We're supposed to be at a party tonight" Freen says, still sitting at the bar. She casts a sidelong glance at the already dressed brunette.
"I know" she only answers "go without me. I can't" she takes the bag from the table, and, straightening her coat, leaves the loft.
Freen just exhales in annoyance, throwing the toast all over the counter. She crosses her arms, resting her forehead on them.
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Against The Law (FreenBecky)
RomanceTo save and benefit the business, Freen and Becky enter into a fictitious marriage. And everything would be fine, the girls would calmly live out the time allotted to them, but it will be more difficult than it seems. They will have to live under th...
