Chapter 10
Jane
Jane stumbled backward as the door opened behind her, Rosalind’s lips pressed hard against her own.
Jane probed Rosalind’s lips with her tongue, and dropped her bag onto the floor, kicking the door shut as they both came inside.
Rosalind allowed her access, and Jane kissed her hard, plunging her tongue deep into Rosalind’s mouth.
Heat flooded through her, and she pressed her hands to Rosalind’s cheeks.
The room seemed to spin around her as she gave in to the heat, the desire, the glorious touch of Rosalind’s hands across her back.
Rosalind finally pulled back, though not without effort and asked her again, “Jane, what are we doing?”
Jane stumbled several times, trying to come up with any sort of coherent sentence, but everything seemed to stick to the back of her throat. She forced herself to pull away from Rosalind, and the cold seeped into her skin where Rosalind’s touch faded.
“Would you… Would you like another margarita?” Jane finally said, and Rosalind’s countenance fell. Jane fought against the urge to kiss her again. The disappointment in Rosalind’s face burned through Jane.
“Um, sure,” Rosalind answered, though she wouldn’t lift her eyes from the floor.
“I don’t know the answer to your question,” Jane said as she went into the small kitchen attached to the living room.
“I don’t know what you’re doing, or what you plan to do.
” Jane pulled a bottle of silver tequila out of her cabinet along with some salt and two glasses.
She rimmed the glasses with the salt and added ice.
Then she added the tequila and some orange liqueur before topping them off with the sour mix in the cabinet.
“You do this often?” Rosalind asked, and Jane realized that she’d been watching her.
“Uh, yeah, probably more often than I should. I like trying different things, different ways of mixing drinks, it’s interesting.” She couldn’t read Rosalind’s expression. It was something between curiosity and amusement.
“Why?” Rosalind asked.
“Why what? Why do I do it?”
“Why do you like it?” Rosalind lifted an eyebrow.
“Do you not like cocktails?” Jane asked with a slight smile. Despite their strange date, she felt comfortable.
“I don’t know,” Rosalind answered honestly. “I haven’t really had the option, when we’d drink it was usually something locally distilled that tasted like ether.”
“Yikes,” Jane said with a laugh. “I don’t think I could do that.”
“I didn’t either,” Rosalind said with a chuckle, though her eyes turned dark.
Jane looked at her, more closely this time, gauging her thoughts. She couldn’t begin to imagine the things Rosalind had seen.
“I’ve seen some awful things,” Jane said, her words weighted.
“Things that make me question everything. I’ve seen young mothers get sick and die, I’ve seen children killed in accidents, both preventable and not.
I’ve seen accidents and disease that have no rhyme or reason, but I’ve only caught glimpses of the brutality of humanity, an abused or neglected spouse or child, things of that nature.
I can’t even comprehend some of what you’ve been through. ”
“It doesn’t make sense, and questioning whether it should will only lead to dark places,” Rosalind said, a faraway look in her eyes.
“But it makes you appreciate things, small things, like taking the time to make a fancy cocktail.” Rosalind lifted her eyes, and the gaze pierced through her.
“You learn to recognize that today is really all you have, there’s no time to take things for granted, because it probably won’t be here tomorrow. ”
Jane couldn’t think of a response to that, so she lifted the glasses and walked them to the couch. She handed one to Rosalind, and excitement swept through her as Rosalind’s fingers lingered over her own when she took it. Rosalind sipped it tentatively.
“This one is better than Maria’s,” Rosalind said with a smile that started to crack the tension.
“I use better tequila,” Jane said with a slight purse of her lips.
Rosalind laughed and the atmosphere seemed to change completely.
She took another couple of sips and her eyes drifted around the room.
Jane suddenly became self-conscious about the small apartment.
She rented it because of its proximity to the hospital and because of the cheap rent.
It was sparsely decorated, but it was hers.
She’d made sure of that after Leslie left.
Now that Rosalind was taking it all in, she looked at it with a new perspective.
She wished she could read Rosalind’s mind.
“I like you’re place; it fits you,” Rosalind said, and Jane felt heat creeping into her cheeks. “You seem to fit here.”
“I don’t know what that means,” Jane said, slightly flustered.
“It reflects you—tasteful, thoughtful, beautiful,” Rosalind’s eyes turned back to Jane, and Jane’s heart started pounding. “Tell me, Jane, what do you want?”
“You’re going to have to be a lot more specific,” Jane said. Warmth pooled through her as Rosalind leaned closer.
“Right now, right in this moment, what do you want?” Rosalind asked again.
Jane wet her lips, and Rosalind’s eyes flicked toward the movement before landing on hers again. Rosalind lifted a hand and brushed Jane’s hair behind her ear and electricity danced on Jane’s skin.
“Whatever you want, I’m here for it,” Rosalind whispered and kissed her cheek, then traced her lips down Jane’s jaw. Desire burned through Jane and settled deep between her legs.
“I want you,” Jane whispered as Rosalind’s lips found the curve of her neck.
“I want you, too,” Rosalind whispered back.
Jane’s breath caught, and she struggled not to drop her margarita.
Rosalind sat up and set her glass down on the table, and Jane did the same.
She stood up and took Rosalind’s hand. Her heart was pounding, but nothing else mattered in that moment.
Rosalind’s sharp eyes were penetrating her as she led her back into the bedroom.
Rosalind followed with a slight smile, her cheeks were flushed slightly, which only made Jane more excited.
Rosalind kissed her again, softer this time, slipping her tongue slowly into Jane’s mouth with languid strokes, and Jane’s hands found the hem of Rosalind’s shirt.
She pulled it over her head and pulled back to look at her.
Scars knotted in places on her skin, a testament to the hells she’d endured, and Jane lightly traced her fingers over them.
The puckered skin was beautiful, meaningful.
Rosalind’s jaw tightened as Jane touched them, and suddenly she felt self-conscious.
Maybe Rosalind wasn’t comfortable with the touch, but she continued anyway.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jane said softly, looking into Rosalind’s eyes.
“So are you,” Rosalind said.
Jane’s hands slipped down to the clasp on Rosalind’s trousers and unhooked them, letting them slip to the floor.
Rosalind stepped out of them, gently moving Jane toward the bed as she stood in her underwear.
Jane gasped at the sight. The muscles in Rosalind’s legs rippled with tension, taut and defined.
Rosalind reached behind her and unclasped her bra, allowing it to slip to the ground.
Jane reached out and touched her collarbones, tracing her fingers slowly across Rosalind’s chest. She pulled her close and kissed her again, running her fingers up the warm skin on Rosalind’s back.
The room started to spin again as desire flashed through her, and suddenly she couldn’t get close enough.
She needed Rosalind’s skin against her own.
She needed the friction between her legs that she desired so heavily.
Before she realized it, Rosalind’s hands were all over her, lifting her dress above her head and then removing her bra.
She fell back onto the bed wearing panties and heels, and Rosalind dropped to her knees on the edge.
She slipped Jane’s panties down her legs, caressing each thigh as she did.
Jane pulled at her, she wanted to feel her against her skin, her weight on top of her.
As though Rosalind could read her mind, she climbed onto the bed with her, spreading her legs wide and settling herself between them.
Jane pulled Rosalind’s panties down over her thighs and Rosalind kicked them to the floor.
Jane wrapped her legs around Rosalind’s waist and ground herself into Rosalind, needing her close.
As Rosalind kissed her, Jane reached over into her nightstand and pulled out a long silicon shaft with a strap, Rosalind pulled back and looked between the erotic toy and Jane with a grin.
Jane lifted an eyebrow and Rosalind caught the hint.
Jane took the opportunity to caress Rosalind’s breasts as she attached the shaft to herself, and Jane assisted by slipping the smaller secondary shaft inside Rosalind, and when she felt how wet and ready Rosalind was for her, fire shot through her veins.
Rosalind slowly pushed the shaft inside Jane, gasping with pleasure as it rubbed against her as well.
Rosalind took a handful of Jane’s hair and sunk the shaft into her as deep as she could.
Jane gasped and moaned at the pressure, at the stretch the shaft created, at the excitement of having Rosalind’s fingers buried in her hair.
Rosalind pulled back and thrust again, and Jane released a moan of pleasure that only urged Rosalind deeper.
She pulled Rosalind close, creating contact with her skin as much as possible.
She clawed at her back as Rosalind thrust into her again and again, gasping with pleasure.