Red Queen Fan Fiction - Red Huntress

Chapter 9

Giselle offered her to take a bath at her home. As eager as Diana was to agree, embarrassment rose in her like the colour to her cheeks. She'd neither bothered to change clothes since her arrival, nor about the impression she gave, travel-worn as she was.

Giselle chuckled as she read Diana's awkward expression but showed no irritation herself. So, Diana took her up on it and never let go of Giselle during the walk to Giselle's home, closing in and stepping aside again only to feel the pull of their linked hands.

Giselle and her family – her parents and a little brother – rented two attic rooms in a larger farm and were allowed to share bathroom and kitchen with the farmers.

"Usually, we share the hot water, going one after the other in the evening," Giselle explained "It'll only be a little earlier today." She winked. "We have running water and an oven to heat it," she went on, explaining the tabs and the luxury they offered. She took her time with that, lingering on instead of leaving Diana alone as water filled the tub.

Diana wasn't sure if she wanted that. She craved for Giselle's smile and hands and –

Then Giselle stood still in front of her. For the longest moment, they just looked at each other. When Giselle grasped her shoulder to urge Diana to sit down, Diana obeyed without thinking about anything else but the girl in front of her.

Giselle knelt down, lifting her eyes to Diana's. She fumbled with the hems of Diana's shirt. "We could wash your clothes, too," she said, and Diana nodded.

There was nothing but Giselle's green-brown eyes.

"Should I help you taking them off?" Giselle said, and Diana nodded again. She also whispered her agreement as her hands cupped Giselle's concentrated face. She worked slowly, taking her time to open each button of Diana's plaid shirt one after the other. Diana's breathing slowed, quickened, and became a gasp when her shirt was finally unbuttoned and she felt a shiver going over her skin.

Diana pulled away to throw off the shirt and Giselle grinned up to her, just before she laid her hands on Diana's waist, shoving up her chemise centimeter by centimeter.

Diana kissed her brow as Giselle rose to a crouch and snapped Diana's bra open. Both the bra and the chemise were gone in one fluid motion and Diana stood, opening her belt and pushing off her trousers, to let Giselle look her over.

It was different from the many times they'd casually changed in front of each other. Intense. Intimate. Yet she felt no awkwardness, or rather just a tiny bit of it, which turned this into a strange kind of challenge she couldn't withstand.

Giselle breathed audibly. She touched Diana's neck, startling her. But Giselle only loosened Diana's braid, letting the long yellow waves of her hair fall down.

As Giselle's fingers played with Diana's tresses, brushing the skin on her back and shoulders, they kissed again. "You're so pretty," Giselle whispered.

Diana took her face in her hands. "So are you," she said, locking her eyes with Giselle's.

Giselle blushed, casting her gaze down for a second. When she lifted her eyes, she smiled. "Yes," she agreed, and opened the bodice of her dress. It fell down, the skirts forming a circle around her feet. "There's place for two in the tub," she said. "Can I join you?"

"Yes," Diana breathed, and squeezed Giselle's hands, wishing they'd never stop touching.

Wrapped in towels and hushing their giggles, they rushed up the stairs to Giselle's room under the roof. She shared it with her little brother, but now, in the afternoon, no one was disturbing them in the whole house. They fell on Giselle's narrow bed, Diana with her back to the slanted roof; Giselle facing her.