I Don't Belong To You

Chapter 11

She runs her fingers over her smooth, flawless face, as if in utter disbelief.

It's so hard to believe that Becky is here in front of her now, after everything that they've been through.

Which, in the grand scheme of things, isn't much really.

They've had sex, or fucked if you asked Becky, for 6 six months. And sometimes hung out in groups.

That was it. And yet, it had felt like nothing short of an uphill battle for Freen.

Getting here had taken so much work and so much of her energy.

But...where are they now anyway?

Sure, Becky had come over.

Sure, Becky had told her she missed her.

Sure, she told her she wanted to try. To take things slowly.

But what did that even mean?

Sex? No sex? Same amount of sex, slightly more talking? Less sex, more talking?

She felt like, though she wanted to agree to whatever Becky could offer, she needed to know more.

She needed to know exactly what she was agreeing to.

She watches as Becky breathes in and out slowly and cannot tear her eyes away.

This is what I'm agreeing to, she thinks to herself.

She runs her fingers across Becky's face and she stirs.

"Mghhh," Becky groans as she begins to awaken.

She's instantly met with green eyes that flash open and dart around the room quickly to take in all of their surroundings before she settles on Freen's soft smile and visibly allows herself to relax.

Freen can't help herself. She reaches out to cup Becky's face and has to ask, "Who made you like this? So guarded? So on edge all the time?"

Becky squints, first as if she doesn't understand the question, but then her eyebrow lifts in surprise.

"Wow, that's what you start with?", her voice is still husky from sleep. "I wake up from a nap and you're just ready to dive right into my insecurities?! Who starts there?" Becky's tone is sharp enough to tell her that the question is inappropriate, but she follows it up with laughter. "Who does that?!"

Freen has to laugh as well, realizing how inappropriate the question is.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I just..." she stares into her eyes, heart rate speeding up just looking at her, "I just want to know you."

Becky sighs and rolls onto her back. And just as she fears she's ruined things between them, Becky speaks.

"I get it. I want to know you too."

"Great, so then," she scoots a little closer, cuddling into Becky's body, "Let's get to know each other a little. I'll go first and you can respond with whatever information you're comfortable giving me."

"And if I don't want to answer something?"

She kisses her sleeved shoulder gently. "Then you don't have to. I'm not trying to push you, I agree with you. We should take things slowly. There's no need to rush."

"Yeah, there's no need to rush," Becky repeats as if reassuring herself.

"Exactly. So...let's see here. Uhh, we'll start slow and simple. My favorite food is enchiladas. What's yours?"

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed that!" Becky laughs at little as she turns towards Freen, resting her head on her hands.

"Yeah, my mother is Italian, but my father was half Hispanic and he made the best enchiladas."