MSC - 17/?
Her dilemma started with what to wear. She still had the dress Callie had loaned her before, but she couldn’t wear that again, especially not when they were going to the same place. Pawing through her closet, her hand fell on an unfamiliar item. Pulling it out, she realized it was the black dress her mother had bought her the last time she had visited. Her mother had even labeled it a ‘date dress’, telling Erica she should wear it when that ‘nice boy’ finally asked her out. That ‘nice boy’ had been Neil, whom Erica’s mother had decided had a crush on her, and also who she had decided would be a suitable match for Erica. Erica laughed quietly at the memory. Somehow Callie just didn’t fit into those ‘nice boy’ expectations her mother had. The dress, however, with it’s deep v neck and fitted waist, did tick off all the boxes that made it a highly suitable ‘date dress’.
Slipping into the soft material of the dress and pulling the ties at the back to tighten the bodice of the dress, she couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty. Knowing she wasn’t into guys was nothing new to her, and part of her felt that she should at least have the courage to tell her own parents. But if she did that, then they would ask too many questions, they would want to meet Callie. And neither of them was ready for that. Settling herself with the thought that she would tell her parents someday, she decisively tied the ribbons of her dress behind her and stepped forward to look at herself in the mirror. Even thought her mother had bought the dress almost three years ago now, it still fitted perfectly. The v of the bodice showed just enough of her cleavage, and the shape hugged her curves well. The dark colour against her skin contrasted well, and made her hair look even more golden as it hung in tidy curls around her face. She allowed herself a slight smile, feeling that she had successfully managed to overcome her first dilemma of the night.
Callie’s preparation was a far less ordered affair. Clothes littered her small apartment, in which she currently stood only in matching underwear and a pair of black heels. She had been on dates, but if she was honest, never with anyone she really cared about. They had been good company for a couple of hours, but Callie had never really wanted an actual relationship with any of them. With Erica, however, what she wore seemed to be important. She did actually care what Erica thought of her, and tried to be a better person for her. She sat down heavily on the edge of her bed and put her head in her hands. Did it really matter what she wore? She had turned up half drunk, mascara run, soaked to the skin, and still she had pulled her to her, given her every indication she still wanted her. She smiled to herself. Erica liked her as she was. As she really was. The unsure, unpredictable, neurotic, geek. Turning on the bed, she rummaged in her pile of clothes for her favourite pair of jeans, and the deep purple top her father had paid far too much for, but that she loved. Changing quickly, she came to stand in front of her mirror, smiling widely. She saw herself reflected there. Not someone she was pretending to be.
*
Callie had another sudden rush of nerves as she pressed the call button on her cell. It was already past seven and she knew Erica would be (im)patiently waiting.
“Hey,” came Erica’s voice, slightly more high pitched than usual.
Callie smiled. “Hey. I’ve called a cab, it’s going to come by here first and then yours, so I should see you in about fifteen minutes.” Pausing for breath, Callie realized she may have said her previous sentence a little too quickly to be understood.
“Great,” came the unexpected response from Erica. “I’ll be waiting downstairs.”
“Great,” Callie grinned, “I’ll see you then.” She waited for Erica to respond and then hang up before doing the same herself and going to stand in front of her window, watching for the cab.
*
Callie’s breath was taken away as the cab stopped outside Erica’s building. In the dimming light and with the slight wind, Erica looked like she was stepping out of a movie scene. She was wearing a dress Callie had never seen before, but hoped she might be seeing again. It fitted the blonde’s figure like it was made for her, and showed just enough cleavage to remind Callie that yes, she was definitely into women. At least, this particular woman. Pushing open the cab door for Erica, she could still do nothing but stare as Erica stepped into the cab, coming to sit next to her. She blushed violently under Callie’s scrutiny, but still the latina just couldn’t look away. Erica’s makeup, while simple, made her look truly stunning, her eyes lined with black liner, and her eyelids shimmering silver. Her lips were darkened with the shade of lipstick she had chosen, and drew Callie in before she could stop herself. Pulling back, she finally forced herself to speak, starting to fear Erica may think she had gone mute. “Hey you.”
“Hey,” Erica said gently back. “You look gorgeous, Cal.” The compliment fell so easily from the blonde’s lips, in a fashion most unlike her.
Callie had forgotten all about what she was wearing the moment she had set eyes on Erica, and quickly glanced down at her own outfit, which somehow paled in comparison to Erica’s. “You look amazing,” she breathed, and watched as Erica’s cheeks darkened further in a blush.
“Thank you,” Erica replied almost as quietly. “I wasn’t sure-“
“You can be sure,” Callie smiled. “Really, you look, just, well, amazing.” It still amazed the latina how Erica could go from being beautiful, as she always was, to stunning, just by a quick change of outfit and a little bit of makeup. She saw her so often, she thought she really should be used to the sight of her by now, but somehow, the blonde always managed to surprise her.
**
Despite their nerves, neither could stop themselves smiling as they sat opposite each other at the table. Every so often, Callie would glance up from her menu, still undecided as to what she wanted. It was stupid, but she couldn’t decide. And she felt as if what she chose mattered. “Nothing has to change, right?” she asked suddenly, putting her menu down.
Erica looked at her over the top of her own menu, eyebrows raised in surprise. She wasn’t quite sure where Callie was coming from. “Er, I,-“
“I mean we’re still friends right?” Callie was becoming painfully aware that what she was saying was a verbal account of what was going on in her head, and therefore, unlikely to make sense, but she couldn’t sit there and not say anything. “I mean with friends not being able to decide what to order, or wanting to order a little bit of everything is like a quirk, but in a relationship it becomes a niggle, and I can’t decide on anything, and I don’t want that to be a niggle, I just wa-“
“Callie!” Erica interrupted loudly with her name, ceasing the blonde’s rambling. “I want us to be friends, first and foremost, above everything, okay? And I don’t care what you order. I am not one of these weird calorie counting girls, and neither am I one to bother about what you eat! Order what you like. If you want to order what you ordered the last time, then fine, just make sure you order more barbeque wings this time.”
Callie couldn’t help but relax as a wide grin spread over her face.
“Some things don’t have to change. I still want you to be you, I just want to be able to be with you too,” Erica smiled gently.
Callie reached forward and took her hand across the table. “I like that some things don’t have to change. But I like that some things have too,” she smiled, making sure her eyes met Erica’s, who returned her smile. Then the blonde lay down her menu.
“So, you ready to order for us?”
Callie’s grin grew impossible wider. “Only thing left to decide is cocktails or no cocktails?”
“I didn’t think that was the sort of question you asked, Torres,” Erica grinned back.
*
As the waitress brought over their cocktails, she had to dodge Callie’s articulating hands as she spoke to Erica. “Someone’s excited,” she laughed, carefully placing the drinks down.
“I’m allowed to be,” Callie smiled back, boldly taking Erica’s hand across the table. An action which clearly surprised the blonde, who could only smile back. If the waitress was surprised, she didn’t let it show.
“Well I hope you have a lovely night,” she smiled. “Just give me a shout if you need anything.”
“Thanks,” Callie smiled back, looking over to Erica as the waitress left. “What?” she asked, not recognizing the expression she saw.
Erica looked away, shaking he her head.
“Tell me,” Callie coaxed, her tone gentle.
Erica finally looked back up, toying with her napkin. “I didn’t think you’d be like this in public. I thought you would try and act like we were just friends so that people wouldn’t…” she trailed off, seeing the slightly hurt expression on Callie’s face.
“I already tried that Erica, and all it did was hurt me. I did a lot of stupid things in realizing where I want to be, and now I have, I don’t want to make the same mistakes again,” she smiled. “And I think after Friday night there might be quite a few people who might know where I headed…” she trailed off, aware Erica hadn’t really known where she had been before she appeared at her door, drunk and soaked through.
“After Jake,” Erica said, lowering her gaze. Callie watched as she gripped the napkin.
“Jake?” she repeated. “Erica, I need you to look at me.”
Erica complied, blue eyes meeting brown.
“You need to look at me so you can believe me when I say nothing really happened with Jake. I was scared, and I was confused, and he kissed me, okay, but I didn’t let him do anything else. I pushed him away, and I left,” Callie said honestly. “And if it makes you feel any better, his kiss made me sick, literally.”
Erica smiled a little at the end. “And my kiss.”
“You were there,” Callie smiled back.
“You cried,” Erica said quietly.
“Happy tears, Erica,” Callie said, once again reaching for her hand. “I couldn’t believe you didn’t try to push me away.”
“As much as I might have wanted to, I couldn’t. I’d missed you too much,” Erica smiled, happier now. It hadn’t been something she had wanted to bring up, but now that she had, and they were both smiling, she felt more secure in knowing that Jake hadn’t touched what was now hers to treasure.
“Sorry to interrupt, but the longer I hover the colder it gets,” the waitress smiled, putting down the plates she was carrying. “I’ll go grab you a couple of more drinks.”
They both smiled at the waitress, watching her go, before turning back to each other. “Erica, please trust me when I say I do want to be with you. It’s going to take a bit of figuring out, but I want this, okay?”
“Okay,” Erica smiled, meaning it.
*
Callie couldn’t stop herself laughing as she watched Erica try and fail to get a particularly messy spoonful of the sharing ice-cream dessert they had ordered into her mouth. Half of it fell of the spoon fell back into the dish before it even made it near her mouth, and the remaining half dripped dangerously close to the edge of Erica’s dress, on her exposed cleavage. She quickly wiped it away with a napkin, but not before the deliciously naughty thought of licking it off occurred to Callie. She bit her bottom lip, smirking to herself before digging her own spoon into the dessert and holding it out to Erica. “Seeing as you seem to have so much trouble doing it yourself.” She was surprised when Erica didn’t have any snarky response, but rather, leant forward slightly, letting Callie feed her the spoonful. Callie felt her teeth dig into her lip a little harder as she watched the torture that was Erica closing her eyes as she slowly put her mouth around the spoon and ate the ice-cream, pulling back opening her eyes once more. But not before she licked the chocolate sauce from her lips. Not for the first time, Callie thought Erica may not be quite so innocent as she first presented herself as being.
*
“Come home with me,” Erica blurted as they stood outside the restaurant waiting for their cab.
“I, er,” Callie’s mind went back to earlier that day, with Erica, in Erica’s bed. As good as it had been, she wasn’t ready for that.
Erica saw Callie’s panic, and gently took her hand. “I told you I’d wait. And I will. I just don’t want to let you go so soon after just getting you back.”
Looking at Erica, Callie couldn’t say no to the cute expression on her face. “Okay then,” she smiled back, entwining their fingers easily. “My place looks like a bomb hit anyway,” she laughed.
“I could give you a hand with it tomorrow,” Erica suggested. “I haven’t been to your apartment in weeks.”
“You’re offering to help me tidy?” Callie asked, her face the picture of disbelief. Helping her study was one thing, this…
Erica dipped her head close to Callie’s ear. “I’m fishing to spend time with you,” she said in a whisper. “Is it starting to sound desperate yet?”
Callie couldn’t help but laugh. “Not even close,” she grinned. “Now when you start doing my laundry, that might be desperate.”
*
Callie had changed quickly, and now sat perched on Erica’s bed, her knees drawn up to her chest as she pretended to flick through her phone, while actually watching Erica change. She tried not to make it obvious, but ever since she had seen Erica in the dress, her mind had begun imagining Erica out of the dress. The reality was so much better than the thought, she realized as Erica pulled the bow loose on the ribbons that held the bodice in place. Callie watched the material slide down her shoulders, and then down to her waist, revealing pale skin only broken by a black silk bra. As Erica reached for her tank top, Callie was able to appreciate the gentle swell of the blonde’s breasts, and the curls that fell around her shoulders. Still with her back to Callie, Erica slid the dress to the floor, picking it up and putting it back on its hanger, leaving her standing in only the vest top which barely met her panties, black silk, matching the bra. Turning slightly, she reached for her pajama pants, sliding them on, and allowing Callie to see the length of her legs, which to the young latina seemed to go on forever. Pants on, Erica moved to unclasp her bra with one hand behind her bag, shrugging the garment off under her tank top and throwing it over the chair in the corner. Finally turning back to Callie, she saw the blush on her cheeks, and only then realized she may have been being watched. The thought actually calmed her slightly, that Callie was looking, that she was interested in her physically.
She came to sit next to Callie on the bed, silently admiring the way the latina filled her pajamas. Maybe she could start buying slightly more revealing nightwear for the latina to borrow… “Thank you for suggesting dinner tonight,” she smiled. “And for not shying away from this.” She placed a gently kiss on the latina’s bare shoulder. “And thank you for finally letting me pay my half!” she laughed, scooting off the bed once more to go and brush her teeth.
The latina followed suit, taking her own toothbrush (which Erica had bought quite soon after Callie had started staying over) out of the cup and gathered her hair up into a loose ponytail, which she held in one hand as she brushed. Standing next to her, Erica had a perfect view of the expanse of caramel skin which was exposed when Callie pulled back her curtain of hair. Forcing herself to concentrate, and not think about kissing that skin, Erica finally gave up and rinsed her brush, throwing it back in the cap and retreating to the relative safety of the other room. She stood in front of her window, brushing her hair through when she heard Callie’s gentle voice behind her. “You coming to bed?”
She turned with a smile, reaching to turn the lights off before crawling under the covers, and into the space Callie had created with her arms.
“I’m glad you asked me to stay,” Callie breathed, kissing the top of Erica head.
“I’m glad you agreed,” Erica smiled into the darkness, laying her head on Callie’s shoulder, and draping one arm across her stomach.
“Did you really mean what you said about helping me tomorrow? With the tidying?” Callie asked after a few moments of silence.
Erica laughed lightly. “I don’t say things I don’t mean, Cal. I might regret them, but I hold myself to them, so yes, I will help you tidy.”
“Yeah, when you see the state of my place you will definitely regret saying that,” Callie laughed, hugging Erica close and placing another kiss on the top of Erica’s head. “It’s the place of nightmares at the moment.”
“Sweet dreams, Cal” Erica laughed. “Sweet dreams only here.”
Slipping into the soft material of the dress and pulling the ties at the back to tighten the bodice of the dress, she couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty. Knowing she wasn’t into guys was nothing new to her, and part of her felt that she should at least have the courage to tell her own parents. But if she did that, then they would ask too many questions, they would want to meet Callie. And neither of them was ready for that. Settling herself with the thought that she would tell her parents someday, she decisively tied the ribbons of her dress behind her and stepped forward to look at herself in the mirror. Even thought her mother had bought the dress almost three years ago now, it still fitted perfectly. The v of the bodice showed just enough of her cleavage, and the shape hugged her curves well. The dark colour against her skin contrasted well, and made her hair look even more golden as it hung in tidy curls around her face. She allowed herself a slight smile, feeling that she had successfully managed to overcome her first dilemma of the night.
Callie’s preparation was a far less ordered affair. Clothes littered her small apartment, in which she currently stood only in matching underwear and a pair of black heels. She had been on dates, but if she was honest, never with anyone she really cared about. They had been good company for a couple of hours, but Callie had never really wanted an actual relationship with any of them. With Erica, however, what she wore seemed to be important. She did actually care what Erica thought of her, and tried to be a better person for her. She sat down heavily on the edge of her bed and put her head in her hands. Did it really matter what she wore? She had turned up half drunk, mascara run, soaked to the skin, and still she had pulled her to her, given her every indication she still wanted her. She smiled to herself. Erica liked her as she was. As she really was. The unsure, unpredictable, neurotic, geek. Turning on the bed, she rummaged in her pile of clothes for her favourite pair of jeans, and the deep purple top her father had paid far too much for, but that she loved. Changing quickly, she came to stand in front of her mirror, smiling widely. She saw herself reflected there. Not someone she was pretending to be.
*
Callie had another sudden rush of nerves as she pressed the call button on her cell. It was already past seven and she knew Erica would be (im)patiently waiting.
“Hey,” came Erica’s voice, slightly more high pitched than usual.
Callie smiled. “Hey. I’ve called a cab, it’s going to come by here first and then yours, so I should see you in about fifteen minutes.” Pausing for breath, Callie realized she may have said her previous sentence a little too quickly to be understood.
“Great,” came the unexpected response from Erica. “I’ll be waiting downstairs.”
“Great,” Callie grinned, “I’ll see you then.” She waited for Erica to respond and then hang up before doing the same herself and going to stand in front of her window, watching for the cab.
*
Callie’s breath was taken away as the cab stopped outside Erica’s building. In the dimming light and with the slight wind, Erica looked like she was stepping out of a movie scene. She was wearing a dress Callie had never seen before, but hoped she might be seeing again. It fitted the blonde’s figure like it was made for her, and showed just enough cleavage to remind Callie that yes, she was definitely into women. At least, this particular woman. Pushing open the cab door for Erica, she could still do nothing but stare as Erica stepped into the cab, coming to sit next to her. She blushed violently under Callie’s scrutiny, but still the latina just couldn’t look away. Erica’s makeup, while simple, made her look truly stunning, her eyes lined with black liner, and her eyelids shimmering silver. Her lips were darkened with the shade of lipstick she had chosen, and drew Callie in before she could stop herself. Pulling back, she finally forced herself to speak, starting to fear Erica may think she had gone mute. “Hey you.”
“Hey,” Erica said gently back. “You look gorgeous, Cal.” The compliment fell so easily from the blonde’s lips, in a fashion most unlike her.
Callie had forgotten all about what she was wearing the moment she had set eyes on Erica, and quickly glanced down at her own outfit, which somehow paled in comparison to Erica’s. “You look amazing,” she breathed, and watched as Erica’s cheeks darkened further in a blush.
“Thank you,” Erica replied almost as quietly. “I wasn’t sure-“
“You can be sure,” Callie smiled. “Really, you look, just, well, amazing.” It still amazed the latina how Erica could go from being beautiful, as she always was, to stunning, just by a quick change of outfit and a little bit of makeup. She saw her so often, she thought she really should be used to the sight of her by now, but somehow, the blonde always managed to surprise her.
**
Despite their nerves, neither could stop themselves smiling as they sat opposite each other at the table. Every so often, Callie would glance up from her menu, still undecided as to what she wanted. It was stupid, but she couldn’t decide. And she felt as if what she chose mattered. “Nothing has to change, right?” she asked suddenly, putting her menu down.
Erica looked at her over the top of her own menu, eyebrows raised in surprise. She wasn’t quite sure where Callie was coming from. “Er, I,-“
“I mean we’re still friends right?” Callie was becoming painfully aware that what she was saying was a verbal account of what was going on in her head, and therefore, unlikely to make sense, but she couldn’t sit there and not say anything. “I mean with friends not being able to decide what to order, or wanting to order a little bit of everything is like a quirk, but in a relationship it becomes a niggle, and I can’t decide on anything, and I don’t want that to be a niggle, I just wa-“
“Callie!” Erica interrupted loudly with her name, ceasing the blonde’s rambling. “I want us to be friends, first and foremost, above everything, okay? And I don’t care what you order. I am not one of these weird calorie counting girls, and neither am I one to bother about what you eat! Order what you like. If you want to order what you ordered the last time, then fine, just make sure you order more barbeque wings this time.”
Callie couldn’t help but relax as a wide grin spread over her face.
“Some things don’t have to change. I still want you to be you, I just want to be able to be with you too,” Erica smiled gently.
Callie reached forward and took her hand across the table. “I like that some things don’t have to change. But I like that some things have too,” she smiled, making sure her eyes met Erica’s, who returned her smile. Then the blonde lay down her menu.
“So, you ready to order for us?”
Callie’s grin grew impossible wider. “Only thing left to decide is cocktails or no cocktails?”
“I didn’t think that was the sort of question you asked, Torres,” Erica grinned back.
*
As the waitress brought over their cocktails, she had to dodge Callie’s articulating hands as she spoke to Erica. “Someone’s excited,” she laughed, carefully placing the drinks down.
“I’m allowed to be,” Callie smiled back, boldly taking Erica’s hand across the table. An action which clearly surprised the blonde, who could only smile back. If the waitress was surprised, she didn’t let it show.
“Well I hope you have a lovely night,” she smiled. “Just give me a shout if you need anything.”
“Thanks,” Callie smiled back, looking over to Erica as the waitress left. “What?” she asked, not recognizing the expression she saw.
Erica looked away, shaking he her head.
“Tell me,” Callie coaxed, her tone gentle.
Erica finally looked back up, toying with her napkin. “I didn’t think you’d be like this in public. I thought you would try and act like we were just friends so that people wouldn’t…” she trailed off, seeing the slightly hurt expression on Callie’s face.
“I already tried that Erica, and all it did was hurt me. I did a lot of stupid things in realizing where I want to be, and now I have, I don’t want to make the same mistakes again,” she smiled. “And I think after Friday night there might be quite a few people who might know where I headed…” she trailed off, aware Erica hadn’t really known where she had been before she appeared at her door, drunk and soaked through.
“After Jake,” Erica said, lowering her gaze. Callie watched as she gripped the napkin.
“Jake?” she repeated. “Erica, I need you to look at me.”
Erica complied, blue eyes meeting brown.
“You need to look at me so you can believe me when I say nothing really happened with Jake. I was scared, and I was confused, and he kissed me, okay, but I didn’t let him do anything else. I pushed him away, and I left,” Callie said honestly. “And if it makes you feel any better, his kiss made me sick, literally.”
Erica smiled a little at the end. “And my kiss.”
“You were there,” Callie smiled back.
“You cried,” Erica said quietly.
“Happy tears, Erica,” Callie said, once again reaching for her hand. “I couldn’t believe you didn’t try to push me away.”
“As much as I might have wanted to, I couldn’t. I’d missed you too much,” Erica smiled, happier now. It hadn’t been something she had wanted to bring up, but now that she had, and they were both smiling, she felt more secure in knowing that Jake hadn’t touched what was now hers to treasure.
“Sorry to interrupt, but the longer I hover the colder it gets,” the waitress smiled, putting down the plates she was carrying. “I’ll go grab you a couple of more drinks.”
They both smiled at the waitress, watching her go, before turning back to each other. “Erica, please trust me when I say I do want to be with you. It’s going to take a bit of figuring out, but I want this, okay?”
“Okay,” Erica smiled, meaning it.
*
Callie couldn’t stop herself laughing as she watched Erica try and fail to get a particularly messy spoonful of the sharing ice-cream dessert they had ordered into her mouth. Half of it fell of the spoon fell back into the dish before it even made it near her mouth, and the remaining half dripped dangerously close to the edge of Erica’s dress, on her exposed cleavage. She quickly wiped it away with a napkin, but not before the deliciously naughty thought of licking it off occurred to Callie. She bit her bottom lip, smirking to herself before digging her own spoon into the dessert and holding it out to Erica. “Seeing as you seem to have so much trouble doing it yourself.” She was surprised when Erica didn’t have any snarky response, but rather, leant forward slightly, letting Callie feed her the spoonful. Callie felt her teeth dig into her lip a little harder as she watched the torture that was Erica closing her eyes as she slowly put her mouth around the spoon and ate the ice-cream, pulling back opening her eyes once more. But not before she licked the chocolate sauce from her lips. Not for the first time, Callie thought Erica may not be quite so innocent as she first presented herself as being.
*
“Come home with me,” Erica blurted as they stood outside the restaurant waiting for their cab.
“I, er,” Callie’s mind went back to earlier that day, with Erica, in Erica’s bed. As good as it had been, she wasn’t ready for that.
Erica saw Callie’s panic, and gently took her hand. “I told you I’d wait. And I will. I just don’t want to let you go so soon after just getting you back.”
Looking at Erica, Callie couldn’t say no to the cute expression on her face. “Okay then,” she smiled back, entwining their fingers easily. “My place looks like a bomb hit anyway,” she laughed.
“I could give you a hand with it tomorrow,” Erica suggested. “I haven’t been to your apartment in weeks.”
“You’re offering to help me tidy?” Callie asked, her face the picture of disbelief. Helping her study was one thing, this…
Erica dipped her head close to Callie’s ear. “I’m fishing to spend time with you,” she said in a whisper. “Is it starting to sound desperate yet?”
Callie couldn’t help but laugh. “Not even close,” she grinned. “Now when you start doing my laundry, that might be desperate.”
*
Callie had changed quickly, and now sat perched on Erica’s bed, her knees drawn up to her chest as she pretended to flick through her phone, while actually watching Erica change. She tried not to make it obvious, but ever since she had seen Erica in the dress, her mind had begun imagining Erica out of the dress. The reality was so much better than the thought, she realized as Erica pulled the bow loose on the ribbons that held the bodice in place. Callie watched the material slide down her shoulders, and then down to her waist, revealing pale skin only broken by a black silk bra. As Erica reached for her tank top, Callie was able to appreciate the gentle swell of the blonde’s breasts, and the curls that fell around her shoulders. Still with her back to Callie, Erica slid the dress to the floor, picking it up and putting it back on its hanger, leaving her standing in only the vest top which barely met her panties, black silk, matching the bra. Turning slightly, she reached for her pajama pants, sliding them on, and allowing Callie to see the length of her legs, which to the young latina seemed to go on forever. Pants on, Erica moved to unclasp her bra with one hand behind her bag, shrugging the garment off under her tank top and throwing it over the chair in the corner. Finally turning back to Callie, she saw the blush on her cheeks, and only then realized she may have been being watched. The thought actually calmed her slightly, that Callie was looking, that she was interested in her physically.
She came to sit next to Callie on the bed, silently admiring the way the latina filled her pajamas. Maybe she could start buying slightly more revealing nightwear for the latina to borrow… “Thank you for suggesting dinner tonight,” she smiled. “And for not shying away from this.” She placed a gently kiss on the latina’s bare shoulder. “And thank you for finally letting me pay my half!” she laughed, scooting off the bed once more to go and brush her teeth.
The latina followed suit, taking her own toothbrush (which Erica had bought quite soon after Callie had started staying over) out of the cup and gathered her hair up into a loose ponytail, which she held in one hand as she brushed. Standing next to her, Erica had a perfect view of the expanse of caramel skin which was exposed when Callie pulled back her curtain of hair. Forcing herself to concentrate, and not think about kissing that skin, Erica finally gave up and rinsed her brush, throwing it back in the cap and retreating to the relative safety of the other room. She stood in front of her window, brushing her hair through when she heard Callie’s gentle voice behind her. “You coming to bed?”
She turned with a smile, reaching to turn the lights off before crawling under the covers, and into the space Callie had created with her arms.
“I’m glad you asked me to stay,” Callie breathed, kissing the top of Erica head.
“I’m glad you agreed,” Erica smiled into the darkness, laying her head on Callie’s shoulder, and draping one arm across her stomach.
“Did you really mean what you said about helping me tomorrow? With the tidying?” Callie asked after a few moments of silence.
Erica laughed lightly. “I don’t say things I don’t mean, Cal. I might regret them, but I hold myself to them, so yes, I will help you tidy.”
“Yeah, when you see the state of my place you will definitely regret saying that,” Callie laughed, hugging Erica close and placing another kiss on the top of Erica’s head. “It’s the place of nightmares at the moment.”
“Sweet dreams, Cal” Erica laughed. “Sweet dreams only here.”