Different Worlds (wlw) Editing

T W E L V E

"Aww, look at you!" I hummed when I saw it: a picture of young Raye, probably when she was five or six she held up to me and I beamed, a greater sense of admiration bubbled inside of me when I looked at her. "You were such a cutie," I praised, taking the photo from her hand to examine it further. Her cute self was dressed in a superhero's costume and she stood looking calmly into the camera flashing that signature smile of hers but with a few teeth missing.

"Shh, don't let the whole world know," Raye tossed and I tried not to laugh.

"You've always been this laid back and chill person haven't you?"

"Yeah, I guess. I always tried to be. Why?"

"Even as a child you seemed so relaxed and focused like you already knew what you were about," I said and she shrugged. "I did. I grew up around very dangerous people. Basically, all of the men and women in my family were already apart of the mafia way before I was born, so as I grew up I was thought how to conduct myself."

"What was that like? I could only imagine how it must've been,"

"It was challenging at times and it still is. People were afraid of my family and me, especially when they found out through a friend or a neighbour who I was and what my family did." Raye answered. There was sadness pulling the curtains away in her eyes, and it took a peek outside.

"They usually judged you before they got to know you, right?" I asked, still watching as she stared at the floor. I realized it was the very thing I did the first time I met her and I couldn't help feeling repentant.

"That's a flaw that every human has whether they acknowledge it or not. Judging people before getting to know them is something we do and that's not the issue for me. It's when persons can't see past all of my imperfections, to notice that I'm still human. I hate that in people."

"I understand and I'm sorry people are so judgy. Can I ask how it affected your dating life as well if I'm not stepping out of bounds?"

"It's alright, you don't have to worry you can ask me anything," Raye said. "You'd think that people would be afraid, like all of them and they'd try to stay away from me for good but no. Girls flocked me in abundance when they learned that I had the potential to be dangerous, I guess some women are like that— we love the thrill. But that's all they ever wanted, the thrill and the fast life."

"Although," she continued after capturing my attention. "Although I had women flocking me like that I remained grounded, I always tried to be. I'm only interested in having one person at a time you see and it's why many times I chose to be alone over having someone because people think that just because I'm like this I'm wild in everything I do and I tend to attract girls like that—girls who weren't serious at all."

"Gosh, I had no idea it's like that for you, I'm sorry," I replied and she smiled weakly. "It's fine. So what about you, why don't you have anyone?" She asked.

"Well," I sighed. "I fail miserably at relationships," I confessed and she frowned at me.

"I bet that's not true at all,"

"Oh but it is. I fail miserably in the sense that I never know when to give up." I replied and Raye regarded me quietly.

"You consider that as being a failure?"

"Yeah because my pride is usually my biggest downfall. I don't know when to let go even after seeing that there is nothing worth holding on too, it's why I always end up being hurt." I replied and it seemed like she understood my point.

"Well, I pity the girls you've let into your life in the past that left without trying to give you there all, you're an amazing girl. You're beautiful, smart, and headstrong— if only they saw what I see in you they would've stuck around." Raye muttered, allowing her fingers to brush my cheek. She caught one of my loose curls in the process and twirled it around her finger before letting it go. I could feel the heat emanating from her body as we sat considerably close on the couch. It felt great being there with Raye and having conversations about our lives because it made me realize further that she and I had so much in common yet we lived completely different lives. I got lost though, in her eyes and in the way she brushed the pad of her thumb against my cheek. I couldn't deny it but it did things to me. It reanimated thoughts and feelings I tried hard to ignore ever since she and I started talking. I honestly had no idea how I was going to hide it when she was sitting right next to me. She must've noticed the way I tensed— not because of her touch but because I was getting aroused and she stopped abruptly. Her hand fell to her side.

"Is everything alright, Brie?" She asked tilting her head to the side, eyes fixed on me with. I cleared my throat. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," I replied, toying with the hem of my pyjama shorts.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I answered and she moved closer to me. "So, if I were to take this from you, would it be alright?" Raye asked, touching the photograph of her that I didn't realize I still held.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I still had it." I giggled. She didn't say anything after that, she merely stared at me and the longer she did the worst of an effect it had on me. My mind was inundated with what could be possible; I envisioned her lips on mine in a passionate brawl. It was something I thought about quite often ever since she and I become acquainted. I wanted to feel what it would be like to have her lips on me, to have her taste linger on my tongue. How it would feel to have the heat of her skin against my own, were all the thoughts that ran through my mind.

Slowly, I retracted the thoughts because I was certain it was obvious I was flustered and just when I began to gain control over my body and mind, Raye leaned forward. Her face was merely inches away from mine, I sat still, my limbs rigid— not from fear or discomfort but because she slowly brought her hands to my face again. Laying her fingers and palm around my cheeks with one hand, the other gripped the back of my head softly and then she pressed her lips gently to mine. Instantly my eyes flung shut out of disbelief and pure joy that she finally kissed me.

The kiss was light and feathery and I was a combination of nervous and excited that I barely parted my lips. I wasn't sure if it was happening or my mind was playing tricks on me. It was until the warmth of her tongue against my lips that I quickly allowed myself to melt and it escalated rather quickly. Now, her kiss was firm, but her mouth was soft as it brushed against mine. A sound of joy escaped from deep within my being when I felt the zing I incessantly felt around her.

It was passionate, our first kiss. Filled with lust and excitement as we discovered more of each other we hadn't since the start of our relationship. And although I wasn't expecting her to kiss me that soon I was delighted, too much so that the tension of our intimacy accumulated between my thighs. It was the result of the hunger I felt towards Raye. It was driving me to the edge, and every second I spent with my lips on hers I had a clear vision of how I wanted her to have me and likewise. That is until she smoothly ended our kiss, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

"Was that too much?" She questioned and I heard a hint of frustration in her voice although her body language remained impassive. I on the other hand did a horrible job at masking mine. "No, not at all."

"I'm sorry if I seemed thirsty but I couldn't help myself. I've been meaning to do that for some time now," Raye confided and I blushed. "It's fine I wanted to do the same but I didn't want it to seem as if I couldn't wait although I kinda couldn't."

My confession caused her to smile and if I was correct she actually blushed and it was cute seeing her like that.

"Well then, we're both two thirsty hoes, to be honest." I heard Raye say. She got up from the couch and I snickered. I knew she was being humorous and making light of the situation so there would be no awkwardness between us and I loved that she did that. My lips still felt somewhat flushed after the kiss making me fully aware that it happened.