Take it Slow (Bananun)

Chapter 12

"Oh mon Dieu, Lana..." Isabelle panted as she was getting down her high. The redhead was one of the reporter's regular hook-ups. They had met a few months ago, in a bar. The brunette was, as always, with Grace and Shelley, but for once, someone else had caught her eye.

Lana had found a job in France, she was now a reporter for Le Monde, a newspaper in which she had her own section, in English, about the woldwide news. Since she and Shelley were living at Grace's, they wanted to help to pay what they needed, that was one of the reasons why the brunette had taken the job. The second one was that she desperately needed to write. It was the only way for her to get rid of thoughts which would just invade her mind, and stay until she had chased them away.

The reporter had other ways to kill time : she was a player, and enjoyed spending time with lots of different girls. Some would stay by her side, and become her friends-with-benefits, but most of them would just be one-night stands. The only girls that Lana had kept close to her were Isabelle, Françoise, and Catherine. They, of course, didn't replace Grace and Shelley, but they were a good company to the brunette, and were keeping her from having any bad thoughts about the asylum, and particularly about Mary-Eunice. She hadn't had any news from her since Jude had announced her that she had been exorcised. She was dying to know what was new, how the blonde was doing... but nothing ever came.

"Lana, chérie, tout va bien ?" (Lana, Sweetheart, is everything alright ?) Isabelle asked her, in French. That was their way of communicating : the redhead would speak French, and Lana would reply in English. It was a way for them to learn eachother's language.

"Yeah... yeah..." Lana shrugged, stroking her red locks. "I... I guess I'm fine." She seemed to be zoning out.

"On ne dirait pas. Qu'est-ce qui te tracasse ?" (You don't look fine. What's on your mind ?) She insisted, her fingers absentmindedly caressing the reporter's bare chest. "C'est l'asile, n'est-ce pas ?" (It's about the asylum, isn't it ?)

Lana sighed. "It has been half a year, now, Isabelle... I want to know how she's doing, what's new... but I never got a call..."

"Est-ce quelle a un moyen de te contacter ?" (Does she know how to contact you ?) The redhead questioned.

"Yeah, Jude gave her Grace's address... I don't know why I haven't received anything by now... Could she be ignoring me ? And if yes, why ?" She took a drag of her cigarette, then slowly released the smoke, watching as Isabelle played with the arabesques it had created in the air.

"T'es complètement folle d'elle, n'essaye même plus de le nier." (You're completely head over the heels for her, don't even try to deny it.) The younger girl giggled, taking a puff of Lana's cigarette as well.

The reporter blushed slightly, then shook her head, smiling. "I'm not."

"Et c'est reparti. "Je la vois que comme une amie, Isabelle, enfin !" Eh bien, je sais pas si c'est une coutume Américaine, mais en tout cas, ici, on a d'autres manières de rendre hommage à ses amies qu'en en faisant des rêves érotiques !" (There she goes again. "I only see her as a friend, Isabelle !" Well, I don't know if it's an American custom or anything, but here, we have other ways to pay homage to our friends than having wet dreams about them !) She teased.

"Oh, shut up !" Lana chuckled, gently pushing the redhead's shoulder. She stuck her tongue out, and the brunette pinched her cheek. "Let's get dressed. I have to go back home, the girls are waiting for me." She got up and put her clothes back on. Isabelle enjoyed the view, then followed the reporter to the front door, hugging her goodbye. "See you soon." Lana kissed the younger girl's forehead, then exited the apartment.

The brunette had one rule, concerning her hook-ups : she never kissed them on the lips. It was something she only saved for her official girlfriends -even though she hadn't dated anyone since Wendy. It was something she gave a lot of importance to, and every involved girl perfectly understood it.

Since Lana's birthday was coming, Shelley got the idea to throw a surprise party. She had invited the reporter's three girls as well, and Catherine came up with an interesting gift idea : a ferry ticket to the United States. The five girls knew how much the brunette missed her beloved nun, and a way to see her again was probably the best present she'd ever receive. They organized the whole trip to Briarcliff but didn't buy any return ticket, letting Lana all the time she wanted to find Mary-Eunice again.

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"Call us when you get there !" Shelley said, hugging Lana.

"Silly, you can't reach France by phone, when you're in the US !" Grace teasingly laughed at her.

The girls were at the docks, Lana was about to get on the ferry. She was delighted with her gift, and couldn't wait to see Mary-Eunice again. Maybe will she even be able to take her home, and show her the country in which she had been living for six months ? She was eager.

The brunette hugged her friends one last time before getting on the boat. The trip was going to last a few days, but she was ready.

For Mary-Eunice, she could wait forever.

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Hey !!

How do you expect the Bananun reunion ? Will it go as expected ?

We'll see about that👀

xoxo,

-A.