Dreamcatcher (FreenBecky)

Chapter 12: When fate gives a second chance

Present time...

When Freen's third day at the loft arrived, Becca realized that this was it - life was regaining its brightest colors. The girl became so happy that she completely forgot about everything that had happened to her up to that moment. It seemed that all the troubles and suffering had disappeared deep, deep under the heart: where they could never be reached or touched, only some physical marks would remind of this, but with the hope that it would be rare.

Girls begin to build themselves from the beginning. Brick by brick, drop by drop, day by day, they learn something new about themselves, something that could have happened to them during six years of separation. It can't help but be reminiscent of their first meeting and their falling in love with each other.

Becca buried the memories of six years deep in her mind, and more. She's grateful that Billy took care of the box of things and hid them somewhere in the loft, Becca hopes, deep.

It rained in New York this evening, and strong drops of summer rain persistently hit the loft windows, making the atmosphere especially peaceful. For the first time she feels as if she is protected from the outside world. Only her and the peace of this house.

"Becca, your coffee is waiting for you" Freen shouts as she enters the room with cups so that the brown-haired can hear her from the bathroom.

Freen sets the cups on the table and plops down on the bed, stretching out on the pillows.

"You're fast" the bathroom door opens, and Becca comes out in a towel, heading straight to the chest of drawers with her things.

Freen smiles, looking at the brown-haired girl. So beautiful, so homely, dear. The same as before. Becca hasn't changed at all in six years, except maybe her hair, maybe her attitude towards people and a slightly heightened sense of danger and adrenaline. Freen saw this when Becca decided to go flyboarding in Miami, or when she momentarily caught fire with a mechanical bull.

"You don't like cold coffee" Freen rolls her eyes, stating the obvious fact about Becca.

The brown-haired smiles as she takes a T-shirt out of her dresser, still standing with her back to Freen.

"That's right" Becca replies, with the towel still tied around her waist, putting on her panties "but I love you, and maybe I could forgive you for such a mistake as cold coffee" the girl grins, taking off her towel, remaining in only her panties, still standing with her back to Freen.

"Maybe?" Freen raises an eyebrow with a smile, and, standing up on the bed, crawls closer to Becca, and then gets up from her and stands behind the girl.

The brunette begins to look at the body opposite. This straight back, the tattoo she remembered all this time. Becca suddenly froze, holding the T-shirt she never put on. She only feels Freen behind her and clearly hears her breathing. A little uneven, but so warm on her skin.

Freen places her hands on Becca's stomach and wraps her arms around her, holding her close to her. The brown-haired girl's body seems so beautiful in the light of the night lamp and the rainy night coming from the windows of the room. Freen nuzzles the back of the girl's head and sucks in a breath. She feels the damp skin under her hands, the ragged breathing opposite, she feels the brown-haired girl's chest heaving raggedly. Freen kisses the girl's neck and hugs her a little tighter, causing Becca to close her eyes and let the brunette hug her.

"Six years is a long time" Freen whispers quietly, barely touching the girl's ear with her lips, "but I almost don't feel it anymore."

"I understand" Becca smiles weakly, turning her head to the side, causing Freen's lips to touch her cheek.