Chim - Tiny Dancer

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

"Are you comin' with me?"

Kimberley looked up. Her head was thumping, and she was nursing a cup of coffee between her hands. "Where?" she asked, eyeing up the girl. She didn't look hungover at all.

"B&Q. I'm goin' to paint me room."

The blonde shut her eyes, her headache getting worse. "Where's your hangover?"

"I'm not a lightweight," Cheryl laughed. "Do you wanna come?"

"I suppose. Give me two minutes, and I'll go and get dressed."

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"Cheryl! Slow down!"

The wind blew Kimberley's untied hair about, messing it up while the sicky feeling returned to her body.

"Aww babe," Cheryl said placing her hand in the girls thigh. "Still not feelin' good. I thought the air would of done you good." Turning she glanced at Kimberley before focusing her eyes back on the road ahead of her.

"It's makin' me feel fukin' worse!"

Pulling into the side, Cheryl stopped the car. "Sorry babe." Reaching out, she pressed a button, automatically the roof came back up.

* * * * *

"What colour are go goin' to paint the room?"

"Dunno," Cheryl replied, staring at the large colour chart. "Was thinkin' a browny colour."

Kimberley nodded. "Sounds good."

"Aye. Your helpin' me right?"

"Helpin' you what?" the blonde frowned.

Cheryl turned, her best puppy dog eyes on show. "Paint."

Kimberley shook her head. She couldn't paint. "I can't paint, and I'm ill."

"Aww please Kimberley! I can't paint either. All we need to do is put cellotape round the bits we don't wanna get paint on."

"Masking tape."

"What ?" Cheryl asked, puzzled.

Kimberley rolled her eyes. "You use making tape not cellotape."

"Same thing and see you know more than me! please?"

The older girl looked at the Geordie. How could anyone deny those eyes. "Fine but I need to eat something first. It might make me feel better."

Cheryl squealed. "Right I'll take you for lunch then." Taking hold of Kimberley's hand, she lead her to the aisle that housed the tins of paint. "Let's grab the paint and then we need to get brushes and all that stuff."

* * * * *

"You're a cheap date," Cheryl giggled, her eyes scanned Kimberley as she tucked into her burger.

"McDonalds always cures a hangover," Kimberley replied, chewing her food.

Cheryl laughed at the girls antics. She was honestly too cute.

"Are you feelin' better now?"

"I am actually," Kimberley smiled. Picking up a few chips, she shoved them into her mouth.

"I'm glad." Reching out, Cheryl placed her hand on the blondes arm. "Thanks."

"What for?" Kimberley frowned, confused.

The Geordie smiled sweetly. "For everythin' you have done for me."

The look on Cheryl's face made Kimberley's stomach flutter. "Well . . . thanks for trusting me," she replied with a smile.

* * * * *

After getting home, both girls changed into some old clothes, and got to work covering the furniture, and carpet with white sheets.

"F*ckin' hell! How the f*ck am I goin' to get this away from the wall," Cheryl shouted, her face was red as she tried to pull the wooden frame of the bed.

Kimberley laughed. "Wait and I'll help you." Walking over she grabbed onto one of the posts and began pulling aswell. "F*ck that is heavy!"

"I know!"

Together they pulled and pulled until they eventually got the large oak bed into the middle of the room.

"F*ckin nakkered!" Cheryl sighed, falling to the floor.

Kimberley laughed as she watched the Geordie collapse onto one of the white sheets. "Right come on missy," she said poking her belly. "Time to get painting."

"Glad to see your feelin' better!" Cheryl giggled batting the blondes hand away, and gettting up.

* * * * *

"Not bad!"

Standing back, both girls examined their handy work.

"Yeah," Kimberley agreed, cocking her head to the side.

After four hours of painting they had finally finished. It was now dark outside, and both of them were getting tired.

"You can't sleep in here tonight ya know?"

Cheryl turned and looked at Kimberley. "Ooh I forgot about that! I'll sleep on the couch."

"Don't be silly. You can sleep with me in my bed."

"Are you sure?" Cheryl smiled.

"Course!" Forgetting she had the, still wet, paintbrush in her hand, Kimberley accidentally flicked some paint onto her t shirt. "Sh*t!"

The Geordie burst out laughing. "Now who's the cluts?" she winked.

Kimberley laughed along. Lifting her brush up, she ran it along Cheryl's cheek. "Oops!"

"Kimberley!" the younger girl shreaked.

"Sorry," Kimberley winked. Placing the brush down, she then took off her t shirt. Just as she was about to pick it back up, she felt something wet run down her back. "Cheryl!"

"Oops!" the Geordie said, an innocent expression on her face.

"Ooh . . . " kimberley said, shaking her head. Lunging forward, she began a full attack on Cheryl. Swiping her arms and face with the brush.

"Kimberley! . . . Kimberley!" Cheryl giggled, falling to the floor. As the girl fell on top of her she continued to wiggle about. "Please . . . stop!" Letting go of her brush, she placed her hands on Kimberley's stomach, pushing her off.

Eventually the blonde stopped, and looked down at the brunette. Her whole face was splashed with brown paint, and her arms didn't have a visible patch of skin.

Both of them fell into a silence, their hearts racing from all the jumping about.

"I think you need a shower," Kimberley said breaking it.

"I think I do," the Geordie replied back, looking down at herself. Her gaze caught a glimpse of Kimberley's tanned, and perfectly toned torso. "You've got an amazing figure," she smiled, placing her hands on the girls waist.

"Thanks . . . I'd rather have yours though," Kimberley smiled.

"Why? I'd rather have yours. You're curves are to die for babe!" smiled Cheryl, her hands now running over the girls abs.

Kimberley blushed. She really didn't feel all to confident about her figure. Although she never let it show. "Come on," she said getting off the brunette. "You go for a shower, and I'll clean up."

* * * * *

By the time Kimberley had cleaned up, and had a shower, she found Cheryl already asleep in her bed.

Smiling she climbed in beside the girl.

"Goodnight sweetie," she whispered before kissing her cheek gently. Turning on her side, she began to let sleep take over. It wasn't until she felt the Geordie turn, and wrap her arms around her waist that she smiled.

"Goodnight," Cheryl whispered back, pulling her closer.