What Did I Tell You?

Chapter 1

Hey, guys!  This is my newest project; as you can see, it's an attempt at a Tarlissa fic.  I know it's probably stupid, but I don't know Alissa all that well, so it's a little difficult for me to write her character.  Hope you like it anyway, and let me know if there's anything i could do better.  Also, a big shoutout to naomins and Lady_Darkness540 for inspiring this fic.  Love you guys!  You rock!

Tarja sipped her drink, listening to what Floor was saying. Suddenly, the brunette stopped talking and nudged her.

"What?" Tarja said, looking around.

"She's checking you out," Floor murmured, nodding toward a girl with blue hair and a leather jacket.

"No way," Tarja said, giving Floor a shove. "She is not!"

"Yeah, she was," Floor insisted. "She was watching you a moment ago." Tarja studied the blue-haired girl. "Her name's Alissa. I've met her several times. We get along pretty well. Go say hi," Floor said.

"No!" Tarja hissed. "I can't! I don't know her." Floor grabbed her arm and half-dragged her toward Alissa.

"Hey, Liss," she said, tapping the other woman on the shoulder. Alissa turned around.

"Floor, my partner in crime!" she exclaimed, hugging the brunette. "What's up?"

"Oh, you know, we're just hanging out and stuff. Tarja wanted to talk to you," Floor said, glancing at Tarja.

"Hi, Tarja. I'm Alissa," Alissa said, nodding politely toward Tarja.

"Uh...hi," Tarja said, discreetly stepping on Floor's toe with one of her high-heels. Floor yelped and gave her a less-than-discreet shove. Tarja stumbled and fell—right into Alissa's arms. "Uh..." Tarja said, her face flaming. "I'm...I'm sorry, Alissa, I didn't mean to. Somebody shoved me."

"She did," Alissa said, pointing at Floor.

"I know," Tarja muttered. Alissa grinned.

"What do you say, wanna dance?" she asked. Tarja stared at her.

"Me, dance with you?" she asked. Alissa nodded.

"Why not?"

"Well...okay," Tarja said reluctantly, and followed Alissa over to where several other couples were dancing to the music. Alissa started to dance on her own, and soon, Tarja couldn't help but join in. They held hands, doing some kind of a jig, and Tarja realized that she was actually having fun. And so was Alissa, judging from the smile on her face. Floor was watching them from a few meters away, where she was dancing with a dark-haired beauty. She winked at Tarja. Tarja rolled her eyes and turned to Alissa. The bluenette took her other hand and pulled her closer. Tarja's heart fluttered. Alissa looked tough, but she was actually very pretty, with her hazel eyes and electric-blue hair. The ring through her lip gave her smile an interesting touch. Suddenly, Tarja wondered what it would be like to kiss Alissa and feel that metal ring against her own lips.

What in the world am I thinking? she wondered. I'm not going to kiss her, just dance with her. Sheesh!  The next song was softer and slower, and Alissa actually slid her arm around Tarja's waist. Tarja liked that; it felt nice. Floor was watching them again, still dancing with the dark-haired girl, whom Tarja had realized was Sharon. She arched an eyebrow at Tarja as if to say, What did I tell you?

"You want a drink?" Alissa asked as the song ended. Tarja nodded.

"Yes, thank you, that would be lovely." Alissa went up to the bar and ordered two drinks. Tarja tasted hers. "Mmm, this is good."

"Yeah, that's what I usually get," Alissa said, sitting down on one of the bar stools. Tarja hopped up onto the one next to her. They continued chatting for a while, until Tarja was starting to feel sleepy.

"Hey, I'm gonna head on home, okay?" she said. Alissa nodded.

"You live with Floor, right? Mind if I walk you home?"

"Oh, no, that's fine," Tarja said. "Let me find Floor." She moved through the crowd, looking for her flatmate, until she found her chatting with Sharon over by the other end of the counter. Sharon was quite close to Floor, her face only inches from the taller woman's, and Floor was holding her hand.

Okay, so I dance with Alissa, and Floor finds herself a girlfriend, Tarja thought. Whatever. She tapped Floor on the shoulder. "Hey, I'm gonna head home. Alissa's gonna walk me back."

"Okay," Floor said. "I'll see you in a couple hours." Tarja went back to Alissa, and the two left the bar. Once they were outside, they started walking down the street toward the apartment building where Tarja and Floor lived.

"So you're the famous Tarja Turunen," Alissa said. "Wow, I would never have thought I would get to dance with her." She laughed. "That's pretty awesome." Tarja blushed.

"I'm only human," she said with a little laugh. "But thank you."

"No, thank you," Alissa said, turning to look at her. "Tonight was a lot of fun. I'd like to do that again sometime."

"So would I," Tarja said. Alissa gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze.

"Well, then, why don't we go out to a different place on Saturday? I would say Friday, but I've got plans. But Saturday would work. Maybe a movie and dinner, or something?"

"Okay, yeah, that sounds like fun," Tarja answered. "Oh, here we are."

"Okay, then, I'll see you Saturday evening, then. Can I have your cell number?" Alissa said. Tarja gave it to her. "Alright, I'll text you sometime tomorrow. See ya."

"Wait, Alissa," Tarja said. "Um...can I..." For some reason, she had the overwhelming urge to kiss Alissa, much stronger than it had been in the bar. Most likely it was just the alcohol, but the idea of Alissa walking away without Tarja kissing her first made her sad.

"Can you what?" Alissa asked, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her jacket.

"Can I kiss you?" Tarja blurted out.

"Yes," Alissa said without even thinking. Tarja put her hands on the other woman's shoulders and leaned in. Their lips met, and Tarja's heart did a flip. She'd kissed women before, but this was different. Alissa's lips weren't like anyone else's. And that little ring through the lower one made the kiss even more wonderful. She didn't want to pull away, but eventually she had to.

"Good...Goodbye, Alissa," Tarja said breathlessly.

"Goodbye. See you on Saturday," Alissa said. She waved to Tarja as she walked down the street. Tarja waved back, then disappeared into the building. Oh, how Floor would laugh when she heard this story...