Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 42

           

Ally had been waiting, sprawled on her bed as the clock hit six o'clock. She was still there waiting when it hit six fifteen. Then she started getting impatient and was about to get pissed when there was a knock on the door.

"I know. I'm sorry. Traffic was ridiculous." Meg explained to Ally as she opened the door and the apprentice walked straight in with purpose. "So, how about we just get right into this."

"I want to start." The Latina cut her off in probably the softest voice Meg had heard her use. It took her back.

"Okay. Sure."

Ally waved for her to sit at the table in her room and took the seat across from her. "I did what you asked and took today to really think about things...deeply and in detail." Meg nodded, still a little uncomfortable with this calmness. "What my thing is with you... I know how this type of thing works and always ends up. Sex is something I would do just for fun until someone screws it up by getting all sappy and then I have to get rid of them. I just never expected to be the sappy one. You caught me off guard. Gave me something that I had never experienced before and it confused me. It's like you threw me in the middle of the ocean and said find your way back to land. I had no idea what direction to take."

"Ally, I-"

"Hey. You said I could go first, so listen to me." Meg tweaked her eyebrow but restrained her attitude, waving her hand for the other woman to continue. "Camila had asked me a really good question the other day, and it got me thinking. She asked me if it was the mystery I was into or all of you. She wanted to know if my 'passion' for you was just about having great sex or if it carried over to things like your values, your likes, dislikes, dreams, passions, all that stuff that defines you."

Meg nodded her head slowly as Ally slouched back in her chair and furrowed her brow slightly.

"Then I realize...I have no frickin clue what your last name even is." The apprentice laughed as the feistiness returned to the Latina's personality. "I mean, I don't know anything about you. I don't know why you are doing what you are doing with your student position thing with Laur."

"Apprenticeship."

"Whatever. I don't know what pisses you off or what makes you happy. And then I realized that, no offense, I really didn't care. I mean, I kinda do because I really don't want to see what you act like when your pissed knowing what you act like when you're not pissed." The apprentice blushed and dropped her eyes to the table. "But that wasn't what had my attention, and if I was in love with you or even had deep feelings for you, it would have been. But, I can't lie and say that I'm not interested in getting to know those things now. Not like, lets lay in bed and bare our souls type shit. But, you know, keeping in touch when I go back to Miami. Because there was also what you had said about being away from each other for up to three months while you're doing your thing with Laur, and us not being able to have sex...I didn't like thinking about that. I like sex and I really don't believe I could go without it for three months, but you're good enough that I would have actually considered trying to be faithful if it meant we could have sex again."

The older woman arched an eyebrow. "How romantic."

Ally shrugged. "I'm not the one for romance. I'm not the one for a relationship beyond what I have with Harry and Normani...yet. Seeing that there are people who can affect me like you have, makes me think that one day I could be ready for that commitment, but it's not right now."

Meg just continued to smile and nod her head, shifting her weight in her chair and causing Ally to get a little nervous.

"You weren't, like, coming here tonight and planning to tell me you were interested, were you? Because if you were I would have at least tried to let you down a little bit gentler than that."