Chim - Tiny Dancer

Chapter 42

Chapter Fourty Two

"Hey, baby," Kimberley greeted as she answered her phone, for the tenth time that day, to Cheryl.

"Alright, sexy!" came the reply.

"You sound happy," Kimberley giggled, relaxing back into the sofa.

"That's because... I've just hired a car for us," Cheryl chirped. "In two and a bit days you'll be here with me!" she then squealed.

Kimberley couldn't help but smile at how cute her girlfriend was being. "What kind of car did you hire?"

There was a pause. "A convertible."

Rolling her eyes, she let out a giggle. "And what kind would that be?"

"A convertible convertible," Cheryl cheekily replied.

"You know what I mean."

Again, there was a pause before the Geordie spoke. "A mercedes."

"Figures," Kimberley sarcastically replied, expecting nothing less from her.

"Hey! I didn't want me gorgeous girlfriend drivin' about in a banger! I had your best interest at heart!"

"Ooh no... I won't be drivin' the thing, not with that 'steering wheel on the left, drive on the wrong side of the road' thing!"

Cheryl giggled. "It really isn't hard to grasp, you know."

"I don't care," Kimberley said, adamant she was, in no way shape or form, getting beind the wheel of the car.

"You're such a big spoil sport!" wined Cheryl, showing the perfect example of how childish she could be a times.

"Last time I checked..." Kimberley started as she got up from the sofa, turning the television off before heading for the stairs. "You also have a drivers license."

"Aye, but you know how I like being the passenger," Cheryl quickly replied.

"Laziness."

"You just wait until you get here, Walsh!"

Walking into their bedroom, Kimberley's lips curved. "Is that a promise?" she flirted.

"If you want it to be..." Cheryl giggled, her mood suddenly changing.

"Well... that depends now, doesn't it?"

As she got changed into her pyjamas, Kimberley couldn't help but feel an emptiness as she walked around the room on her own, a loneliness as she looked over at their bed.

"On what?" Cheryl asked, her tone seductive.

"On how much you've missed me."

Cheryl sighed. "It's unbelievable how much I've missed you," she responded.

"You like make up sex," Kimberley began, slipping under the covers of her bed. "I think reunion sex is the best."

"Reunion sex?" Cheryl pondered. "I like the sound of that."

"You know what we should do?" Kimberley asked.

"What?" Cheryl replied, thinking she was going to get a saucy suggestion.

"We should fall out before I arrive and bobs your uncle! We'll be havin' make up sex and reunion sex all in one! Guaranteed to be the best 24 hours of our lives."

"Not forgetting holiday sex!" added Cheryl. "Ooh... 24 hours!? You must be gaggin'!"

"If you can last that long..."

"Of course I can! I'm just worried about you."

In mock offence, Kimberley let out a gasp. "I'll outlast you, cheeky chops!"

"We'll see," Cheryl laughed.

Yawning, Kimberley snuggled further under the cover.

"Are you tired?"

"Very," she answered.

"Aww... ok then. I better let you go, so you can get some beauty sleep. God knows how much you need it!"

"Oi!" Kimebrley giggled. That was something she loved about the girl, her sense of humour. It wasn't the big things she said, but the little insignificant things that made her laugh.

"I'm kidden, gorgeous! You're absolutely, positively, the most amazingly stunnin' woman that has ever walked the planet."

Even now, Kimberley still found herself blushing at the compliments Cheryl paid her. "You're too kind."

Cheryl let out a chuckle. "Alright angel, I'll let you go."

"I don't want to go, though, but I can barely keep one eye open," Kimberley replied, here half shut eyes a testament to that statement

"Don't worry about it. I'll phone you tomorrow, ok?"

"Ok. I love you lots."

"Love you too," responded Cheryl. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."