Thunder and Lightning || Dodie Clark

VII. To Pass The Time

One of Dodie's hands found themselves intertwined in my hair. I let out a sigh as her other grazed down my spine. Her lips left mine and she mumbled something but I couldn't quite hear it. It didn't matter as she trailed kisses across my cheek and bit at my jawline.

"Murphy?" At the sound of a voice, I jumped awake. Dodie's arm was draped around my waist. Moonlight poured through the little space there was between the curtains which gave her face a goddess hue. "Are you okay?"

"Oh. I'm alright," I smiled, but wished I was still sleeping.

"Are you sure?" Her ghost like touch traced my face and I was taken back into just a few moments ago. I wanted to document that dream before it escaped my memory, but I could feel the tendrils of details drifting away.

"Yeah," I kissed her cheek. I pet my hand atop her head. "I'm doing just fine."

"You were looking like you were hyperventilating and I got worried."

"I'm okay. What time is it anyways?"

"Six in the morning."

"Early," I groaned and curled closer in Dodie's warmth. I didn't remember how I ended up sleeping in her bed.

I got texts throughout the day, all from a person I had no interest in speaking to ever again. Even if I was happily spending time with Dodie, it didn't mean that it still stung that Lance threw away what we had.

And I wasn't sure what Dodie and I even were, and I was too anxious to ask. It wasn't like I was talking to anyone else. "So are we girlfriends?" sounded childish and "Will you go steady with me?" was more of a joke. I couldn't even think of ways to bring it up.

"Are you okay?" Dodie asked as her arms wrapped around my waist.

"Mhmm," I nodded. "I'm just mildly bothered by Lance's insistent texting. I don't want to talk to him, why doesn't he get that?"

"I wish I could tell you that." She grew quiet before saying, "I'm not some rebound girlfriend right?"

I smiled and turned around. She had this face of worry stitched on where her eyebrows scrunched together.

"What?"

"You said girlfriend. There is no way in hell that you are just some rebound, Dorothy Clark. You had me smitten for awhile." I grabbed the sides of her face and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

"Really?"

"Utterly."

"For how long now?"

"More than I'd like to admit."

Dodie smiled and kissed me again. "What time do you have to be at work?"

"Not for a while. I'll probably be bored out of my mind."

"I have a way to pass the time," she whispered into my ear in a way that sent my heart reeling.

"That is?" I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as her face grew closer. We had shared moments similar before, but nothing like my dream.

Dodie grabbed the sides of my face and kissed me. It was soft, gentle even. Not really what I was expecting in the moment but I gladly accepted. Her lips began moving faster, hungrily.

I ranked my hands into her hair, tugging gingerly. This caused Dodie to sigh into my lips. My breaths were trapped in my lungs as I forgot how to breathe.

I rolled her over where I was hovering over her. My hair was wildly annoying. It kept getting in the way to a point where I grabbed a hair tie from the bed side table.

"In a hurry?" Dodie teased and I rolled my eyes. I kissed her  and pilled back with a smirk.

"What? No."

She laughed and kissed my cheek. Then my jaw. Then my neck.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Nope. Just mildly infatuate."

~.~.~

I was in an amazing mood for work, to say the least. Not even doing the nasty dishes could damper my mood.

"What has you so happy?" Alexander asked as they tossed the last of the dishes into the sink.

"Can't I just be happy?"

"In London's eternal dreariness? No. As someone who has only lived here for a few months, you should know feel that. Where'd you live before here anyways?"

"New York. Not even the fun parts of New York. I basically lived in Canada with how far north I was." I laughed at the inside joke. Alexander didn't find it as funny as I did. They laughed and shook their head.

"Seriously though? Something or someone special make you happy?"

I felt my cheeks get hot and I shrugged.

"Is it that girl you always seem to be talking about. Jodie or something?"

"Dodie."

"So it is her? She seems nice." 

"She is," I smiled. "Hopefully I'll get to meet her sister next week."

"Her sister?" Alexander peeked up. "Is she my age? Because I've been single forever and-"

"Don't even think about it."

"Aw," they crossed their arms against their chest. "That's too bad."

"Hopefully we'll get to see her school play, which will be fun. I'm a hoe for theatre."

"Did you just..."

"I won't ever again. The meme felt wrong on my tongue. I'm going to head the register, you my good person." I patted their shoulder and took to the counter.

I was nervous about meeting Hedy and there was the possibility that I would be meeting Dodie's mom. That would be interesting and cool and was utterly nerve racking. I wasn't even sure if Dodie had told people about me, about us.

I daydreamed about the possibilities that could happen. Maybe he mom would like me so much that she would ask me to marry Dodie right on the spot. And then there was the not-so-great thought that her family would hate me so much that I would have to change my name and leave the country.

Either way, I was no way in hell ready.