Then Came Blue_ girlxgirl.

chapter 3.

We haven't been able to see each other again because of our schedules. She's kind of busy with all her super woman works and I think we are both trying not to be in each others faces so soon. She works at the palour during the day and works on her art in the evenings while I'm usually free during the day and study in the evenings. So when I'm free she's working and when she's free I'm studying. We've texted a lot though, a lot! She will text me in the morning before she goes in to work so she's on my mind every morning. We'll text all through the day while she's at work, in between clients, while I'm in class,  though not so much when she's working on her art, and in the late evening until way late in the night. She's way chatty and she always has a come back for everything and she's funny too. We have just been texting mainly so you can imagine my surprise when my phone rings and its Blue. I feel a smile already tagging on my lips.
"Why are you calling me?" I ask immediately I pick up.
"Wow, charming Riley, real charming as usual," she says but she's laughing. "Anyway, what are you doing this weekend?"
I feel a flash of excitement go through me. I know I usually have class every Saturday morning but right now I really don't care. One Saturday won't kill me.
"I don't know, do you have anything in mind?"
"We'll I was hoping I could see you?" She says it like a question.
"Where did you have in mind, because I'll have you know, club isn't really my thing." It really isn't but I know if she wanted to go, I'd go.
  "Babe, I'm sure everyone who was at Venus last Friday knows that," she says with a laugh. I like it when she calls me babe. "But I was thinking my place."
Her place? The excitement is immediately shadowed by nerves, but only just a little. If I get to see her again, I'll go just about anywhere. "Your place, huh?"
   "Yeah, we stay in, watch a movie or something, order pizza, eat it in our pyjamas, you know." I like what she's saying and I've always been a simple date kind of person.
"Only on one condition," I reply.
"Anything for you," she says, making her voice smooth and sultry. Even over the phone her voice gives me butterflies..
"Oh yeah? I want to see if you'll still be saying that in a few years," I say, but then I start backtracking, "not that I'm already planning our future or anything because that wouldn't be weird or anything_" beginning to rumble.
"Riley, its okay," she cuts in gently, calmly and soothing. We are quiet for a second or two until I decide to fill the silence.
"Anyways, on condition that there will be ice cream eating too," I say easing us back to earlier conversation.
"Oh, thats okay, ice cream can be arranged."
"Okay then, I guess I could hang," I say, trying to sound all nonchalant about it while feeling so far from it. I don't know if I'm more excited or nervous.
"Oh, don't be so excited about it," she replies, the sacarsm in her voice clear as day.
"I'll see you Saturday then, I'll pick you up at around 11:00am, that okay?" she asks.
"Yeah, 11:00am is fine, I'll see you."
"I'll be counting the hours,"she says in a low soft voice. It goes straight to my heart. She hangs up.
* * *
Her place is spacious, big and I repeat, spacious. Its a studio apartment so if you stand in the middle of the living room space you can see pretty much everything. Her small kitchen area, her bed that is up on some kind of isle, her closet, a door that I think leads to the bathroom and where there's supposed to be a forth wall is a large glass door that pours so much light into the room. From there you have a view into the neighbors prestine home.
Her place is cool, black leather couch, clean white tiles, an entertainment system directly in front of the couch, two bean bag chairson either side of the couch, a bright green and the other is royal blue. They add some color to the place. On the isle where I can see her bed, its big, not queen size big with a red and black checkered duvet with a set of matching pillows and it sits on a ruggy cream carpet. Her closet on one side and on the other is the door I'll assume leads into the bathroom.
Her little kitchen is just a basic modern kitchen with too much steele, white, and mable counter, with three stools. It all looks so clean.The whole place looks clean, well except for maybe where you'll see a random paint brush or drawing pads here and there.I've been so busy taking in her place for a moment I forgot I wasn't in the room alone.
"You about done there inspector?" her voice cuts through my perusal. She comes to stand beside me putting her arm around my waist and her chin on my shoulder.
"Just a moment," I turn my head to look at her. "Nice place."
"Thanks, its one of my dads buildings so I get to live here rent free." She isn't bragging, just telling. With her chin on my shoulder, she's talking directly into my ear and her breath keeps washing over my neck making me shiver.
"Sweet." I whisper.
"Yeah. You wanna sit? I'll get you a drink," she says as she plants a chaste kiss on my shoulder and walks to the kitchen. I've never sat in a bean bag, they are just something I've only ever seen on TV so I take the chance. This one is soft and pillowy like it's been used and folds around your body. She comes back with two glasses, hands me one plops down right next to me on the floor, Indian style. She sits so close I can smell her all around me.
"So," I say, "I was promised a movie marathon, pizza in my pyjamas, oh, and icecream."
"And provide I will," she turns to me with those brown eyes I love so. "I'm not quite sure if I want to see you out of those clothes yet. You look good."
"I do, don't I?" I say, winking at her. I'm wearing demin shorts and a pale yellow spaghetti top. I might have noticed her gaze on my thighs a couple of times in the car. I move my hand to the shell of her ear, its as soft as it looks, she has two piercings on it, one on the earlobe and the other is at the top. I've always had this thing for ears, like a fetish of some sort. Weird, I know and now I have this incessant need to nuzzle hers or bite on her earlobe.
"We've got to choose what we are going to watch first though," she says as she crawls away towards the TV, searching for the remote. "Let's see what's on... There's Empire_"
"Too much singing," I interupt. She shoots me a glare over her shoulder.
"Okay. How to get away with murder?" she winks at me and I know she's talking about Connor and Oliver. I smile. We've talked about how we find Connor and Oliver hot.  She crawls back to where I'm seated. "Then Neighbours, Breaking Bad, and my personal favourite, Shameless_"
"That's it! What season? I love Shameless," I close my eyes as I say this.
When I open them again, she's looking at me with a dopey smile. She leans forward so fast and kisses me on the cheek. "You're adorable sometimes you know," she says as she draws back.
I know I'm blushing and she's polite enough to turn back to the tv and let me blush in peace.
"Shameless it is then, and its season five, you okay with that?"
"Yeah, I'm okay with any except six."
"Six, huh? Can I know why?" She raises one eyebrow in question.
"Simple, Mickey isn't in it." I reply with a fake pout. Her eyes immediately drop down to the pout of my lips and she chews on her own bottom lip and my eyes follow the movement too. My mouth suddenly goes dry. I bring my eyes back to hers and she's looking back at me. Her eyes are intensely focused on me that my heart begins to beat a mile a minute. She moves from where she has been crouched on the floor swiping through the movies and leans forward into my personal space, arms planted on the bag on either side of my body. I can feel her breathe on my face. Her eyes move from my eyes to my lips and back, the bottom lip she's been chewing on looks soft and pink. I've long stopped breathing, waiting, hoping, anticipating. My body is shaking. She moves closer so her lips are just inches from mine. I've never felt this before, the heat flashes going through my body, I've never been in this position, I mean where I'm about to kiss a girl but I want it so bad right now. My breathe is now coming in quick shallow puffs, I can see the way my chest rises and falls, she looks down at my lips again and I part them a little, waiting, hoping. I don't want to close my eyes incase I miss something. We are practically breathing the same air right now, when she let's out I take in. Its so surreal.
I want to just put my arm at the back of her head and press her lips to mine already but I can't, I've been rendered immobile, I can't seem to move my hands and then the tingles going on in the pit of my stomach.
"Let's get you naked..." She talks directly into my face, her voice so low it goes straight down between my legs. I think I'm going to pass out. I hear an embarrasing whimper slip through my lips. This time I close my eyes, I can't keep them open. What is wrong with me? "...and get you into some comfortable pjs."
My eyes snap open. She has moved  an inch away or so and she's smirking at me, looking pleased with herself. She didn't kiss me. Why didn't she kiss me? And she's smirking, fucking smirking.
"You fucking tease," I say, pushing her off me. She laughs as she gets up off the floor.
 "Come on, I'll get you a comfy night shirt to change into." She takes my hand and helps me up, leading me to her 'bedroom'. I plant my ass on her comfy bed as I watch her go through one of her drawers. I want to rest my head on her pillow and I see if it smells like her but I resist the urge. Seconds later she throws me a white night shirt. It has been washed so many times its almost thread bare and so soft. I lift it to my face and inhale. It smells like Blue and softener. She comes to stand between my spread legs,hands cupping my face.
"Get comfortable, I'm going to go bring our food and I'll be right back, okay?"
"I'll be here," I say bringing my hands to wrap them around her waist. It's funny how somehow without even talking about we've agreed that touching each other is okay. She plants a chaste kiss to my forehead before she walks off toward the door. I love the way she walks, there's a boyish gait to it. I also love the way we have become comfortable with each other, the little touches and the simple kisses. My eyes follow her to the door and she turns back to look at me with a bright smile.
"Don't start without me," she says, walking out the door. 
Hhhmmm...I sigh contentedly and lift the shirt back to my face.
Vanilla and Blue.
* * *
We are cuddled in on one bean bag, with her leaning into my side, going on with movie commentary. Usually I don't like it when people talk during a movie but I don't mind it when this particular person does. She's gets so animated its adorable. We drew the curtains on the large window and made our own darkish haven. She delivered on the pizza so we had pizza for lunch. She brought two boxes, apparently she can share anything but food. No complaints here ma'am. Now she holds the bowl of popcorn and I the ice cream tin. She keeps feeding me from her bowl. It all feels so coupley and I like it. I'm loving my weekend so far.
"You know, I think I'm going to agree with you, season six sucks without Main," she says.
"Mian? Really?" I laugh. 'Main' is a name fans came up for the couple of Mickey and Ian.
"What, do you have anything against it?" She turns to mock glare at me. It's so adorable her trying to look fierce is adorable and I tell her as much.
"My fierce look is adorable?" She throws her hands up in mock outrage."I'll show you adorable." She puts down her popcorn and springs at me. I yelp, trying to dodge her but she's fast. She's on me in a flash, tickling my sides and now I hate that she knows that. I'm squealing and squarming beneath her, off the seat onto the floor.
"How adorable do you find me now?" She asks triumphantly from where she's seated on top of me.
"Not... so...much," I manage between peals of laughter.
She stops and just sits on my hips, looming above me, her hands now just resting on my sides. I open my eyes and look up at her. I'm  lying on the cold  floor with her straddling me and I there's no place I'd rather be.
"You have the prettiest eyes," I say.
"Yeah?" She asks. It seems like a genuine question, like she really is asking for an answer.
"Yeah." I assure her. I go on. "They are like this pale brown, bleached maybe, they look kind of eerie, cold but you give them warmth when you smile, and the eye liner you wear, it frames them and makes them pop." I can hear the reverence in my own voice as I talk. I really do love her eyes.
"Wow, someone has been paying attention,"she says. She brings her hand to cup my cheek, her thumb skimming over my lips ever so lightly. The moment changes and her eyes bore straight into mine. I feel a warmth pool in my tummy. She leans forward, close, her lips are now where her thumb previously was, lightly brushing against mine.
My breath hitches. Her eyes are still glued to mine.
"No one has ever said anything remotely that good about my eyes, or even me," she whispers against my lips. When she talks her lips move against mine ever so tauntingly. I whimper. She smiles. She knows exactly what she's doing to me. I want to tell her other people are fools for not seeing her eyes, for not seeing her but I can't. I think a few of my brain cells have been fried.
Instead I say,"Blue?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you shut up and kiss me already?"
And kiss me she does. Her lips moving firmly and purposefully against mine, the wet warmth of her mouth moulding against mine. It starts slow and gentle and keeps building, I can hear myself moaning softly, her own soft moans blending in with mine. I can feel my whole body coming alive, getting all hot and tingly, all the warmth pooling between my legs.She nips on my bottom lip prompting me to open up for her tongue. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth and I let up a desperate whimper.
This is not at all what I thought kissing would be. There's nothing gross about this. My hands move around her back to draw her closer. I want to feel the weight of her body on mine. One of her hands moves under my night shirt, gently caressing my tummy. The touch of her hand against my bare skin makes me shiver. It feels so good. I slip my hands inside her night shirt to be able to feel her skin too. I want to touch her, feel her, feel her skin against mine.
I tear my mouth away from hers, our breaths coming out in soft pants. She moves her her face in the crook of my neck, kissing me there. It feels good. I didn't know it could feel good to be kissed in the neck. I arch my back and press my hips more into her.
"Can we take these off?" I ask, tagging at her shirt.
 "Babe, let's_"
I don't know what she's going to say but I don't want that. I want the layer of clothing between us gone. I want her skin. "Please?" I interrupt her.
She lifts her face from my neck to peer at me with that silly smirk of hers.
"Oooh, I intend to please you," she says smugly.
"Then get on with_" I don't get to finish. She cuts me off with another searing kiss, this one different from the last. Where the other one was gentle and seducing, this one is bruising and punishing. She kisses me like a woman possessed and I love it. I love the fire it egnites in me, the need. I want this. I cling to her, panting and moaning shamelessly.
"Babe lift up," she commands. I lift up my arms and she takes off my shirt. It feels like her hands are every where in a flash, her lips following the trail of her hands. My body is a flame.
"Yours too," a voice that should be my own but sounds different to my ears says. She takes it off and I immediately pull her down to lie flash against my body. We let out a simultaneous groan of pleasure. There's only just one piece of clothing between us now, our panties. The warmth of her skin feels good against mine, the mounds of her soft round breasts pressing against mine isn't bad either.
"Oh god. That feels so good."
"Touch me," she whispers, taking my hand from her back and resting it on her breast.
Those two words have me feeling like there's molten lava in my stomach. I've always thought them intimate and erotic words I've fantasied about saying or being told in the heat of love making. Said in her voice, it's such a turn on. My hips buck involuntarily, bringing our groins together. "Mmhhhh". 
The one hand I have placed on her breast squeezes and the other I'd wound into her hair I use to press her tongue deeper in my mouth.
I groan. She growls.
Then someone bangs on the door.
"Shit!" She wrenches her lips from mine, buries her face in my neck again. She seems to like doing that.
"Maybe if we ignore it they'll go away" I say. Please go away!
"May_"
The bang on the door comes again. This time accompanied with a shout.
"Bluueee...I know you're in there so open or we'll break down this door! You know I will."
"I'm so going to kill her," she mumbles against my neck, her lips ticklish against my skin. Her weight is pressing me to the floor and I don't want her to move. She moves to get off me but I don't want to lose our connection, I don't want to let her up. If I could stay in this position forever.
"A minute please?" I put my arms around her back to hold her to me and we are just lying there, my arms around her, hers somewhere on the floor, her face buried in my neck.
"Mmmhh, this is nice," she says.
"Bllluuueeee...!!???" More banging at the door.
"I better go get that," she says and sits up, lifting my weight with her off the floor.
"Who ever is at the door, I'll never like them, just so you know," I say, each of us putting our shirts back on.
She laughs. "You won't have to, I'll have killed them." She says to me. "Coming!!!" She screams at who ever is at the door.
She gives me one last lingering kiss as she rushes off to open the door.
"Ugghhh!"