Wanderlust [Lesbian Story]

VI

One night when I saw her in front of the clinic late at night, I wasn't sure what I need to do with her.

With a wry smile, I found her sitting in front of the clinic door, blood all over her white inner shirt. She looked at me with a small and gentle smile. "Buonasera, il viaggiatore," she said, which roughly translate to 'good evening, traveler'.

"Magandang gabi, estranghera," I said in my native tongue which earned a wide grin from her. Rolling my eyes, I fished the keys from my messenger bag. "I'm no doctor, you know."

She laughed softly and slowly stood up, cradling her right sides. "Heh, I know. But you still treated my injuries."

I didn't bother to ask further and just opened the clinic and assisted her to the examination table. A routine we already have.

"Sit there and remove your upper clothes," I told her while gathering the items I need to clean whatever hurting the stranger.

"Oh? Wanting me to strip already?" she said, chuckling a bit. "Take me out on a date first," she teased, wagging her brows.

Carrying the usual cleaning items, I showed the stranger a teasing smirk. "If I want you to strip, I would've dragged you to my bedroom, and rip those clothes off of you," I replied smoothly which earned me a humming response from her. Her grin was still there but I could see how she looked at me with a slight darkened gaze. 'Now those eyes... they looked like they're ripping my clothes off,' I thought, feeling slight shivers down my spine.

Shaking my head away of those heated gaze, I checked her body for what's her new injury was. Hoping it doesn't involve any stitches. But my breath hitched as soon as I gazed upon her semi-naked body.

She was fit. Like 'am I drooling right now?' fit.

She had these well-toned abs that I would love to lay my palms on and rake my nails over them, eliciting a pleasured moan from her soft-looking lips. Arms, despite having a sling, that I wouldn't mind being wrapped around me, giving me a 'safe' feeling. Bra-coved breasts that's blessed by the goddess Frejya herself.

Her overall body screamed 'sexy demi-goddess' and I must admit, I'm very much tempted to run my lips and hands on every inch of her body and allow her to do the same to me.

"My eyes are up here, dear," she teased.

Even without looking at her face, I knew she was smiling teasingly at me. Ever since she first came to the clinic, this woman had been teasing me as if we're close friends. I ignored every line she threw at me before, every teases or innuendos, yet today...

With a teasing smile of my own, I stepped closer to her and laid my right palm on her abs. It felt good; touching them and tracing them with my fingers. She shuddered at my touch and I bit my lower lip as I looked up to her–to her eyes. "Aking sinta, I'm looking at them now," I whispered huskily.

I wasn't sure who made the first move.

I can't remember if I treated her wounds.

I'm not sure how I ended up in bed.

All I could remember was her naked–not injured–body that's shaped to perfection, her lazy grins that made my heart needing a pacemaker, and her gentle touches all over my body. How much she softly moaned at every touch I did to her.

Every low growl when I ran my lips and tongue on her sensitive spots. At how my fingers decorated her body to hear more of her moans and growls.

I could never forget those memories as if they have been carved into my brain. As if my brain permanently filed it to my long-term memory, along with my childhood memories, my family, and my travels.

I could never forget how she moaned out 'traveler' that made me shudder and claim her harder. How she enjoyed such roughness from me, which a few appreciated.

My memories were clear about such night filled with mingling bodies, whispered passion, and warmth all over.

But what I couldn't remember... Was why I was in my bedroom, clothed, and alone. Why the other side of my bed felt warm yet cold at the same time. Why the smell of smoky yet light perfume filled my sheets and pillows, yet the owner—missing.

I couldn't remember the last few minutes before I woke up from my relaxing slumber. But I could remember the pain that's akin to a frozen glass, slowly cracking due to the intense cold weather like of the North Pole.

I could remember the feeling akin to a glass, cracking slowly and excruciatingly, leaving nothing to feel but the swift slices on my chest.

I could fucking remember how I woke up, the wind knocked off my chest, upon realizing that once again, that stranger left as soon as the sun was up.

A groan escaped my lips, burying my head on my pillow. "Stupid libido! Stupid smirk! Stupid charming stranger!"