Upper Six (Completed, Being Edited)

Twenty Four: An Unexpected Birthday Present

"You have to hold out your hands, Laura," I tell her.

"I... let's go back!" she says, the nervousness plain in her voice. I chuckle to myself. We're at Hope Zoo; it's my birthday. I didn't really feel like having a big celebration this year. I just wanted to spend the day with the people I love the most: my girlfriend and my mother. Mummy decided to take me here, saying that it's her day too.

"I pushed you out nineteen years ago," she pointed out in the car a few moments ago. The car that she bought me and surprised me with. We're in the budgie enclosure right now. We're supposed to be feeding them, but after seeing the way that the birds descended on my mother and myself when we opened our hands filled with bird feed, she got cold feet.

"No," I tell her as the birds eat from my hands. "It's fun, I promise!" Funny how she's supposed to be the more dominant one in our relationship, but she's scared of feeding budgies.

"Fiona," she whines. It's similar to the way that I whine whenever I want something from her.

"Remember when you wouldn't let me have any chocolate last night?" I ask smugly. She's been doing a hell of a lot better over the last few weeks. The old Laura is coming back.

"It was late!" she shouts defensively. "You aren't supposed to eat chocolate that late."

I chuckle to myself. "Well, you're not supposed to be scared of budgies."

"So this is revenge," she mutters. It's not a question, but I respond anyway.

"Yes," I say smugly. "And it's my birthday. So make me happy and open your hands."

She gives me a wicked look, a look that tells me she's going to get back at me for this. I can see the anxiety and fear in her eyes, but also that hint of wickedness that she has whenever she plans something that will make me beg.

"Alright," she says, before opening her hands. The tiny birds fly down and cover her hands.

"F*ck! Shit! Ouuuuu, oohhh my God," she shouts loudly. She eventually drops the seeds and starts shaking her arms to get rid of the birds. I start laughing at her, and I know that it will bite me in the ass later. But is it worth it to see her like this? So fucking worth it.

***

She sits on the edge of my bed, sending death glares at me. Now, I'm wondering if pressuring her into feeding those birds was really worth it. I gulp, and blink nervously, which makes her smile wickedly at me.

"Feeling contrite?" she asks me.

"A bit," I admit. She chuckles.

"Well, you'll be felling a hell of a lot more contrite when I'm done with you."

"I'm sorry," I say, trying to do some damage control.

"Are you really?" she asks, raising one brow at me. 

"No," I admit. 

"I know," she whispers, before taking her shirt off. Her nipples are hard, and I can't help but want to suck on them. My clit gets swollen, my pussy wet. I'm scared and excited as to what she's going to do to me.

"Strip," she commands, "and lie on the bed, knees bent and spread."

I do, and almost instantly, her lips latch on to my clit. I cover my mouth to stifle my cries of ecstasy, but of course, just as I'm about to come, she stops. 

"What the f*ck," I shout, but I was expecting it. Orgasm denial is the one thing she can always use to punish me. 

But this time, I cannot even get mad. I'm too happy to see her back to her normal self. Well, close to it, anyway.

"Hey," she says when she sees tears in my eyes, "what's wrong?" she asks.

"I just... you're getting better. I like it when you aren't depressed, whey you aren't broken."

"You've been getting emotional a lot recently," she points out.

"Well, I've seen you improve a lot lately. I love it. Seeing it firsthand."

"Well," she says, getting up, "It's because of you." That only causes me to be even more teary eyed. She grasps my chin. "I love you, Fiona, with everything in me. I'm so happy to have you as mine. You gave me a reason to keep going, to not give up. The past few months have been... unpleasant to say the least. But at least I've had you." She kisses me deeply, and even though I can taste myself on her, it's not about sex. It's sweet, and loving, and in that moment, she is all that matters.

***

I told myself that no matter what I saw when I logged onto this website, I'd not let it get to me. So why am I so displeased? 

CAPE results are out. Came out on my birthday, of all days. Laura got four ones. But me? I got three ones, and a three in literature. I feel like I want to cry.

"Babe," she whispers when she looks at me, "it's fine."

"No," I say, getting up from where I'm seated on the bed. "It isn't."

She sighs deeply. "These grades will get you into UWI, yes or no?" she asks.

"That's not the point," I say in frustration. I should have done better." I look at Laura, at her concern for me, and in that moment, I feel like shit. She's been through so much, having a suicide attempt, being raped, and after all of that, she's looking at me with concern as I tear up over exam results. I got a f*cking car, and I'm crying about one mediocre grade. That causes me to actually start crying. 

"Babe," she says.

"I feel like shit," I grumble, wiping the tears from my face miserably. "I shouldn't be miserable about shit, after everything you've been through, but here I am." I chuckle darkly.

"Just because I've been through stuff doesn't make what you feel invalid," she tells me, wiping new tears from my eyes. "It matters to you, snd there's nothing wrong with that." I desperately want to believe that, but I can't help but feel pathetic. Still, I nod my headband she smiles, embracing me.

"I can't wait to go to UWI with you," she says, a smile on her sexy lips. "It's going to be so much fun."

This thought cheers me up. Maybe we can be roommates. We'll finally be able to have some privacy: just the two of us sharing one room. From now on, I'm determined to make happy memorial with the girl I plan on spending the rest of my life with.

"Yeah, it will be," I respond. We will have a good time. I am hers and she is mine, and right now, that's what matters the most.

***

AN:
The epilogue is next. I know my writing hasn't been the best recently, but I'm trying to finish this book. Perhaps I will come back and edit in the future.