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3: THREE

IF you were to have put a name to the feeling that was spreading through your body at the time that it was, it would have been nothing but want, raw primal want. The type that was both intoxicating and unhindered. You say nothing to her even after a while and only just focus on the empty cup in your hands. You are doing this because you do not actually know how to say yes to her after she has put the liaison of losing yourself in a stranger's arm like that. She makes it sound as if it would matter to her and you wonder why and if she actually knows that.

'So, what is your take?' Jess says to you, staring at you through teasing eyes that looked rather serious to you. You say nothing, once again. 'Oh forgive me, are you straight?' she suddenly ask you with sorry eyes. That gets you. You burst into laughter at her words, mirthful and totally uncontrollable. Wait, she had actually really been hitting on you without being sure if you were straight or not? It was hilarious, the expression on her face when she realized that she could be barking up the wrong tree. You instantly turn away from her and laugh to your fill before you finally turn and look at her.

'No Jess,' you say. 'I am proudly a lesbian. Well actually, I'm bisexual. I date both sex,' you clarify. She looks at you and nod as a strange light comes into her eyes. You stare at her and begin to wonder why.

'You darling, are perfect,' she drawls. You only smile at her without any understanding of what she is actually saying to you.

'Another serving of rum and vodka, or a bottle and a room?' the waiter ask both of you with impatient eyes. Both of you turn to look at him, probably contemplating. You turn to look at Jess.

'It's your choice April or shall I help you decide little bird?' she asks you. You are about to shake your head at her but suddenly stop.

'How?' you say. 'How will you do that?' you ask her, certainly curious about that.

'Do you really want to know that April?' she says to you with an amused smirk.

'Yes,' you say to her alongside a slight nod of your head. She beckons you closer with her hands. You lean towards her with curious eyes and an unsuspecting stance. And that is why you are taken aback when she presses her lips to yours.

This is sweet. That is actually the first thing you realize when she does so. The second is that her coloured lips isn't at all lipstick. She draws back when you do not respond to the kiss to look at you and also to raise a questioning brow at you.

You actually let her stare all she wants as you collect yourself and the light emotions her soft kiss had aroused inside of you. As she makes to speak, you take her by surprise and kiss her this time. She makes a small sound of surprise as you devour her mouth without any of the gentleness with which she had claimed you before. Your hands go around her to hold her head back as you stand to be able to taste every inch of her mouth.

Fire and Brimstone. That is the two words you can use to describe the torrent of emotions the kiss is conjuring between both of you. You let your tongue slip into her mouth and she moans slightly.

When you draw back for a moment, you both stare at each other for a short while as want cackles all around you. You have no idea why your body is reacting like that, to a total stranger, but it is definitely not because you are ovulating and ovulation horny can be a huge pain in the ass. The clank of a glass cup on the counter cause both of you to turn towards the sound. It is none other than the battle tender who is calling both your attention by hitting the cup lightly on the hard surface. He stares at both of you with a tired impatience in his eyes.

'Well well ladies, which is it? Shall I get you both the vodka and rum or shall both of you go and-' He doesn't complete the sentence but successfully implies just exactly what he wants. When both of you say nothing after a few seconds, he sighs and speaks again. 'Just choose already, although it is obvious that the room and a bottle would do both of you much more good than a mixture of vodka and rum.'

'Well, I guess so,' Jess says to you with a small smile. 'Shall we?' she urges you as she gets to her feet, supporting herself with a hand around your waist. The moment she is successfully on her feet, standing to her full height, you realize then that she is more than a foot taller than you. You have to look up properly to even gaze into her eyes.

'Yes, let's,' you reply her. The both of you giggle a bit at your cheesiness, clearly amused.

'It is a nice night,' she says as she guides you away from the counter with a hand around your waist and you tucked away protectively in her chest. You discover then that she is ripped beneath her clothes. You can feel it and somehow you find yourself admiring what you haven't seen, already yearning to see and touch. You look down at your handbag in your hands and her purse in her own hands. You suddenly begin to wonder just who she is. She is definitely very rich, mayhap a hidden daughter of a tycoon or probably a mistress of some rich sugar daddy or even possibly, a hidden wife? What?! That was hilarious but it could be true.

But now, you cannot pry so much into her and even if you do, the exclusive will certainly be all about you and her. And if there is one thing that you hate the most in the whole wide world except having your period which brings along a severe case of dysmenorrhea, it is to appear on the pages of anything, in a sandal whether it be true or false.

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