The Day We
Met
By Ciarán Llachlan Leavitt
non-snail mail: llachness at gmail dot
com
Notes:
This
story is set in the same Universe as Jae and Reed, but does
not feature either character directly. The main character is Cait
Waters.
Rating:
R
If she hadn't been so hungry, Cait knew
she would have walked out of the restaurant the second she spotted her
best friend's ex-girlfriend. But having entered, she had made
the most of her Southern manners, and stayed. Despite her initial
discomfort, she had enjoyed her meal and the company. Had, in
fact, changed her whole life. Changed both their lives.
Breaking off from her musing, Cait
looked over at the woman sleeping peacefully next to her.
Becky had fallen asleep not long after they made love, seemingly
unaware of the tension that Cait felt. Since Becky was
nuzzled face down into the pillow, Cait couldn't read her face, but she
could see the blonde hairs plastered to an elegant brow, could see the
left arm thrown carelessly over the edge of the bed, and the right leg
extending out of the light down comforter to hook toward the middle of
the bed.
Becky was taller than she was, with
muscles long and lean from years of dance and ocean play.
Where Becky was tanned, her own skin was the colour of milk that meant
she never darkened, just burned. They were opposites in so
many ways: her eyes were light, more steel than blue, Becky's were
brown; Becky's hair was straight and at the moment it was light; her
hair was wavy, dyed black enough to be goth and not truly curly, but
kinky enough that any high humidity was a tragedy of epic
proportions. She was short, with curves, but only wore an A
cup; Becky's figure was more boyish but with the kind of breasts that
let her easily play the role of a stripper or hooker on any of the
ubiquitous crime procedurals littering the small screen these
days. And then there was the important one: she was married,
Becky was not.
She reached over and swept a damp lock
back into place. Becky's hair wasn't really blonde. Cait
would have described it as salt and pepper had it been darker, but in
this case, the pepper was blonde rather than black or brown.
Today was, she reflected, the first time she'd seen the other woman's
natural hair colour instead of the colour du jour.
And that was, she realized, the biggest
reason she hadn't noticed Becky when she had first opened the door to
the small sushi restaurant. The other was that she simply
hadn't been expecting to see her. Despite Becky being an actor and Cait
working in film production, they didn't work or socialize in the same
circles.
She felt Becky's weight shift,
and a waft of slightly cooler air along her now-exposed foot
as the blankets moved in response.
"Can't sleep?"
Cait shook her head, and let a small
grin speak for her.
Becky sat up and turned so that they
were facing each other, smoothly flicking the comforter so that it
covered both their legs again as she did so. "Regretting this?"
Warm brown eyes regarded her steadily,
and Cait was surprised to find that she had no difficulty meeting
them. She knew she should feel guilty, and on some level did,
but not about this: not about being in Rebecca Deveraux's
bed. "I'm sorry I made you ask the question. But no, I don't
regret this." Her words had the desired effect and some of
the intensity leached from Becky's gaze. "I should probably go,
but I didn't want to leave while you were sleeping."
It was Becky's turn to nod. They were
both silent for a moment, and then Becky spoke again. "Can I see you
again?"
She leaned back against the solid maple
headboard and thought about her answer. If she said no, then
at worst she'd be an adulterer. If she said yes, she'd be still be that
and at some point she'd probably have to explain it to Jae, or worse,
Jae's new girlfriend. It dawned on her that she was more
worried about the possible strain on her relationship with her best
friend than about the consequences to her marriage. That, in
itself, was answer enough. "Yes."
"Good." Becky leaned in to
close the distance between them, and Cait let herself sag against the
other woman. There was nothing gentle about the kiss. It was
hungry and demanding, leaving Cait feeling like she was being
claimed. Suddenly, she wanted to be the one doing
the claiming, wanted to pin the larger woman against the mattress and
wanted to open herself up to raw physicality of their earlier union.
Unfamiliar with her surroundings, she'd been at a disadvantage, and had
had to follow where Becky led. This time, though, she knew where things
were kept, had paid attention when Becky had casually snagged a dam
from a drawer in the nightstand. Had been mesmerized by the
way that she had made it seem sensual instead of clinical.
Using the firm mattress and the
headboard for leverage, she maneuvered until Becky was forced to slide
down and stretch out on the bed.
"I thought you had to go?"
Whatever teasing Becky might have meant to convey was undercut by the
hooded, hungry look Cait could read on her face.
She ducked her head and rolled a thick,
dark nipple between her teeth, then flicked her tongue over it before
she spoke. "Do you want me to go?"
"Christ, no."
"Good." With that, she moved a
little to improve her reach. She continued to let her mouth play over
heavy, yet soft breasts, one hand steadying the heaviness as she
nibbled and teased. With the other, she traced light patterns over
Becky's taut abdomen, reveling in the mix of sensations as her mouth
took in one set of softer stimuli and her hands felt the ripple of
muscles.
Cait dropped her hand lower still, and
let her fingers rake through the patch of curls several times, noting
with pleasure that Becky raised her hips on each pass. She
let her lips follow the path her fingers had taken. Carefully, she
tasted Becky's skin, able to detect the places where their scents had
mingled earlier. As she got closer to her goal, her sense of
smell augmented that of taste and touch. Her fingers ceased
their gentle tugs, and, instead, she began to concentrate on the swath
of smooth skin where leg met mons, mapping the shape of her new lover.
She let her thumb sweep closer to the
border and let out a slow, deliberate breath, directing its flow across
the swollen, glistening hood that had risen to meet her explorations.
"Cait..." There was question
and plea both in the low moan.
"I want to taste you." She held her
breath, waiting for permission. Cait looked up and met Becky's eyes. "I
need to taste you. I need to do this."
Becky propped herself up on her elbows,
eyes no longer half-closed in passion, but staring at her frankly.
"Why?"
"Why?" Cait knew she was temporizing,
but she also knew that her answer would decide whether she was going
home or staying. She just wished she knew which question it was safer
to answer: why the lack of desire for a barrier between them, or why
she was here with Becky and not home with her husband?
She watched as Becky watched her in
turn. Finally, the other woman spoke again. "Why this?" She waved one
hand in a semi-circle that took in them and the bed.
Cait took a breath, then let it out
slowly; it wasn't a cigarette but it would do. Strangely, she knew more
about what Becky was asking than she had any right to know.
Had the advantage of having listened to her best friend lay out every
mistake she'd ever made with the woman whose bed she was now in. Now
she remembered why it was a bad idea to sleep with your best friend's
ex-lover. She was struck by the uncomfortable realization
that she was also getting to know more about Jae than she really
needed, or wanted, to know. "Can I have a minute? I need to
retrack."
The other woman nodded and reached over
to the nightstand to her right. From inside a drawer she removed a pack
of cigarettes and a lighter. "Here."
She took the offered items.
"Thanks." After a second, she pulled out a cigarette and lit
it. It was stale but she didn't care: nicotine was nicotine. Taking the
smoke deep into her lungs, she held it a second then impishly released
it in a series of ever widening rings. "This is weird." Cait mirrored
Becky's gesture and smiled wryly.
To her surprise, Becky laughed. "Which
part?"
"In some ways, all of it," she said,
honestly. "Though some parts do have a higher weird factor than others."
"Care to be more specific?"
Cait pondered that for a few seconds.
Did she want to be more specific? "Well," she drawled, "I'm a little
intrigued by some of the things in your drawer." She looked at Becky
boldly, curious to see if her meaning would register.
"Ah." Becky rolled onto one side and
opened the drawer. "It is these?" She held up an assortment of gloves.
"Or these?" A black leather thigh harness and accessory dangled in the
air.
"The first. I, umm, hadn't noticed
this." She reached out and took the harness from Becky, then looked up.
Becky was watching her solemnly. "I'll
tell you what," she said softly. "You try not to think about what Jae
and I may, or may not, have done, and I won't think about what happens
when you go home to Thom."
"Nothing happens when I go home." She
hadn't meant to say it, it just came out.
She watched as Becky opened her mouth to
say something, but then stopped. Before she could ask what it was, the
blonde spoke. "I'm sorry to hear that."
Cait nodded, then decided to lighten the
mood and held up the harness. "I don't suppose this is new?" She could
tell by the suppleness of the leather and the faintly warm smell of oil
that the harness itself had been well-cared for and wasn't new.
"What do you think?" The hungry look was
back in Becky's eyes and Cait let herself sink into their intensity.
Out loud she said, "I think I don't
care." Inside she gave her friend one last thought. Jae, you are a
total idiot. Would it really have killed you to leave work on time once
in a while?
"Good answer," Becky breathed and closed
the distance between them again.
Groaning as Becky's tongue found hers,
she guided them back to a prone position and focused on the warm, full
lips that danced over the edges of her mouth. She lifted her
leg and pressed it firmly against Becky, signaling with the pressure
for Becky to open to her. The other woman complied and Cait
felt and heard another groan escape from both of them as she slid her
thigh across. She could feel the heat and moisture pooling
against her skin and she pulled back from the kiss, nibbling the
corners of Becky's mouth as she moved away and toward a delicate
earlobe. She paused her journey, spending some time tracing
the lines of Becky's jaw and ear before she whispered her question.
"May I?"
It was and wasn't where they had been
only a short time ago: it wasn't really even the same question anymore.
"Yes."
Cait hovered briefly over her lover
drinking in every detail, from the hitched breathing to the tell-tale
sheen on Becky's brow. She maintained their eye contact as
she lowered her body onto the bed and settled between Becky's thighs.
Slowly, she repeated her earlier ministrations, blowing a steady stream
of air across the wet skin. Her senses were filled with the look and
smell of the other woman as she dipped her head and brought her mouth
down on the smooth, hard, hooded flesh. The air grew muskier as Becky
squirmed under her touch. She swirled her tongue around the
nub once then abandoned it to swipe lower, wanting to dip inside, and
was pleased with the frustrated whimper and raised hips her actions
caused.
She took her time. Every time
Becky bucked her hips or her breathing quickened, Cait slowed down,
sometimes stopping altogether and let her breath caress her
lover. Her own breathing grew harder to control and she could
feel a tightness that let her know that Becky wasn't the only one on
the edge.
This time, when she brought her mouth
down she took as much of Becky in as she could, sucking gently and
flicking her tongue over the taut flesh.
"Cait...please."
That was what she had been waiting
for. Cait bit down gently and then increased the pressure of
her mouth. Becky bucked upward and instinctively, Cait arched
away, giving the other woman room to move as she found her
release. She touched herself and was surprised by how light a
touch she needed before her own orgasm swept through her
body. She laid her head on Becky's stomach and gave up trying
to sort out the electric mix of spasms, sounds and smells. It didn't
matter who it was: it was them.
It was later, that's all Cait knew; she
had no real idea how much time had passed. They were laying together in
a haphazard tangle of bodies, sheets and blanket, their breathing
having evened out, but sleep having not yet taken them. "We've known
each other a long time, so why is it that I feel like I just met you?"
"Because it is. The first time
we met we met we were other people. Today we were just ourselves."
Cait liked the sound of that. She moved
so that her chin rested on Becky's stomach and so that they could look
at one another. "Well then, Rebecca Deveraux, I'm
pleased to meet you."
"And I you, Caitlynn Waters. And I
you."
The end.
