Tomorrow Never Dies

Chapter 46 - "I think she still likes you"

Auditions for the cruise jobs were over. I'd been interviewed by the big bosses, and I'd gone through two rigorous rounds of auditions, the dances covering my body in bruises. When I returned home from the third day of the audition process, I got into my dorm room and collapsed onto the bed.

"Alright there babe?" Grace asked without looking up.

"Exhausted," I sighed, pulling off my sweat soaked socks and leggings. "I need a bath."

"Make sure there's hot water left for me," she turned round to see me battling to get my top over my head. "You stuck?"

"Fuck off, if you wanted hot water you should have gone earlier," I told her, wrestling the top off. "I'm fine." I wandered into the bathroom and started running the bath, dropping a bath bomb into the water and watching it fizz as I turned the radio on. I pulled off my underwear and stepped into the bath, stretching out my body and submerging my head under the bubbles. The radio played soft music, and between the calm notes and the warm water I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

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"Wake up!" I swore as I jerked awake to Grace banging on the bathroom door. The bath water was cold, and my body was covered in goosebumps, my hair standing on end. "There's someone here to see you."

"Alright, give me a minute!" I clambered out of the bath and threw a towel around my shoulders, dried off my hair a little and then wiped down the rest of my body. I pulled on a dressing gown and stepped out. "Who is it?"

"Hey," said the girl sitting on my bed, and I turned to face her, my hand firmly pressed on the bathroom door in case I needed an escape route, which was looking increasingly likely.

"Megan?" My ex girlfriend nodded, giving me a smile, the same smile that had won her a place in my heart. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you're doing well for yourself, I came to catch up." She stood up and took my hands gently, the same way she had when I was in hospital all those years ago. Her strawberry blonde hair fell just short of her shoulders, and the ends brushed my skin as she leaned in for a hug.

"Uh, okay," I hesitated. "Can I just get dressed first?" She nodded, giving me another smile, and I grabbed an outfit from my wardrobe and retreated back into the bathroom, where I collapsed onto the toilet seat and shook my head, breathing hard. She couldn't be here. I'd not seen her since we broke up when I was 16, and we'd barely spoken since my 18th birthday. And since I was now twenty, that was a long time. I pulled on my clothes, steadied my breathing, and went back out to face her.

"Hi," she smiled, patting the bed next to her as if to invite me to sit. "So, how's life?"

"Good," I said, not caring to elaborate. "You?"

"Yeah," she replied. "I heard about the ballet company, and the cruises."

"How?"

"I have connections." She shrugged. "Well done, I always knew you would do well."

"Thanks," I said, frowning. "Look, Meg, it's really nice to see you, but can we not do this now? I'm tired, I wasn't expecting to see you, and my boyfriend is supposed to be coming in a bit."

"Boyfriend?" She looked hurt.

"Yeah, Michael," I said. "He's due any minute now, and I might introduce you some day but today is not the right day for that."

"Okay," she whispered. "Can we meet up sometime?"

"Yeah, text me," I replied, standing up, trying to hint to her that I wanted her to leave. She walked over to the door, shook her head, and walked out without saying goodbye. "What did I do?" I turned to face Grace.

"I think she still likes you," she said. "Not gonna lie."

"What? No." I frowned. "She broke up with me four years ago."

"And now she's realised what she's lost," she replied, pulling out her phone. "I'm going out." She was out of the door before I even had a chance to say goodbye. I shook my head and set about making myself look semi-decent for Michael, starting by drying my hair. About halfway through this there was a knock at the door and Michael promptly let himself in, not even waiting for me to call him inside.

"Hi, gorgeous," he said, leaning down to kiss me before he sat on my bed.

"Hey, hotstuff," I replied, laughing at myself as soon as I said it. I went over to the bed, straddled his lap, and started kissing him properly. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, baby," he whispered, putting his hands softly on my hips, covering me in goosebumps. My body was cold, but his hands were warm, and it felt right.

"I love you." I kissed his nose. "I need to tell you something."

"Shoot."

"You know Megan?"

"Nope."

"My ex girlfriend," I explained. "From when I was sixteen."

"Yeah?"

"She came to visit me, and Grace thinks she still likes me."

"Fuck her, you're mine," he smiled.

"I did." He looked at me, his eyes growing wide.

"You had hot lesbian sex?" I nodded, breaking our eye contact and snuggling into his chest. "Shit, the images I'm getting."

"Horny bastard," I whispered, running my nails down his chest and his stomach until I touched the elastic of his boxers.

"I'm not," he said, his voice strained. "Definitely not."

"You're lying to me." My hand slipped into his underwear, rubbing gently at his semi until it got harder.

"Flora," he groaned, his back beginning to arch. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Do something," he pleaded, and I saw in his eyes he was begging. I grinned as I realised the amount of control I held over him in that moment. I slowly started circling my hips over his, our clothes still separating us, and I watched as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. I started to take my top off, after ensuring he had his eyes open, and continued to strip slowly, imagining a soft, sensual song playing, and he grabbed his own jeans and boxers and pulled them hastily down his legs. He went to pull his top over his head, but I grabbed the hem to stop him before letting my hand drop slightly, and everything happened as incredibly as I knew it would.

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what the actual fuck America you've fucked everything up I have zero sympathy for trump supporters (as a queer female I cant exactly say I like any of his actions or words)
Ive been awake for 15 hours now and I have another three at least pray for me

adios