Uninhibited (Cheers, Rebecca/Carla, PG)
Even though the last time she asked Carla for advice resulted in her spending the night with Sam on the floor of Robin’s apartment hiding from laser beams (and waking up the next morning to discover that somehow he had managed to remove her bra without waking her) there was no denying the fact that Carla knew more about how to be uninhibited than any other woman Rebecca knew.
Not that she knew very many women well enough to ask for sex-related advice (okay, there was her sister, but Susan never shared her secrets with anyone, and she’d probably step in and steal Robin away anyway).
They were in Rebecca’s office, and once again Carla had brought up the infamous airport sex. Which aside from being embarrassing probably had to be quite painful, Rebecca thought. A carousel was just not a bed, no matter how you looked at it.
“Carla, I’m not going to have sex in a public place! Forget it! There has to be another way to really turn him on! You have eight children, you must know these things.”
Carla shrugged. “Most of those are Nick’s. Nick was permanently turned on. Of course, Nick spent most of his time with other women, so…”
Rebecca was not about to discuss Carla’s creepy ex-husband. She had met him only a handful of times, but the hairiness was enough to put her off.
“What really drives men wild?” Rebecca interrupted.
“Well,” Carla said, looking thoughtful, “there is one thing. But - nah.”
“What? What is it?”
Carla shook her head. “Nah. You’re too repressed. You’d never go for it.”
“Hey! I can be unrepressed!”
Carla looked sceptical. “I don’t think you’re ready for this, Rebecca.”
“I can do it! Really! Oh, please, Carla, just tell me.”
“You really want to know?”
“Yes!”
Carla beckoned for her to come closer, even though they were alone in the office.
“Ever heard of this chick Sappho?” Carla asked.
“Yuh-huh.” Rebecca was thinking back to a literature class she’d taken to fulfil a requirement in her freshman year of college, and of how she hadn’t actually read anything that wasn’t connected to her job or the company in some way in about ten years, so it took her a while to make the connection. “Oh.”
Carla just nodded.
“Oh, Carla, I couldn’t do that, that’s…”
“That’s what?”
“Icky!”
“I bet Robin doesn’t think so.”
“Robin is a gentleman. I’m sure he doesn’t ever think about women in that way.”
Carla snorted. “Sure.”
Rebecca sighed. “I’m not into that sort of thing, Carla. There’s got to be something else.”
“I knew you were too uptight.”
“I am not uptight!” Rebecca said, although her high-pitched tone seemed to disprove that statement.
Carla smirked. “Whatever you say.”
“Hey. I will have you know that I have done plenty of non-uptight things in my time.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Like - like -” Rebecca couldn’t actually think of anything. “Like this!” she finally declared, and flung herself at Carla, attaching her lips to the other woman’s.
Carla was a good kisser. Rebecca could understand how she had ended up pregnant so many times. If she were a man, she probably would have wanted to take things to the next level, too. Even as a woman she probably wouldn’t object to a few items of clothing being removed. It wasn’t like you needed to be a man to get in some under-the-bra action, after all.
She tried not to find it slightly depressing that Carla’s hands on her breasts were the only hands, apart from her own, that had ventured into that territory in over three years.
It was just as well Carla was really, really good with her hands.
So good, in fact, that it took Rebecca at least five minutes to realise that Robin had walked in.
Carla had been right. This girl-on-girl thing really did drive men crazy.
She decided what would really work would be to keep it going for a little longer. Just, you know, to see.