CHAPTER 25
Samara turned, and when the light from the window hit her face, her eyes shot open.
The sun was up, and they hadn’t closed the curtains the night before.
At least, she was up on the tenth floor, so it wasn’t likely anyone who even knew she was here would have been able to get a photo of her lying in bed with another woman; her co-star, no less.
Checking the bedside clock, she saw that it was only just after five.
They were shooting the first love scene tonight and didn’t need to be on set until the afternoon.
Stella and Bray were in the majority of the scenes in the film, but there were a few with just their friends, setting up for one of them to enter the scene later, so while the rest of the cast were working that morning, she and Dana wouldn’t have to be in until around one.
That meant that Samara could go back to sleep.
She stood slowly so as not to wake Dana and closed the curtains, trying to give them a little more darkness and some privacy, too.
Then, she slipped back into bed, and Dana rolled to face her, stretching her arm out a little, telling Samara silently that she wanted her to snuggle into her side.
They had had a great dinner together, with Dana eating way too much food, or so she’d said, and they had fallen into bed and watched a movie together before Dana had passed out from exhaustion.
Samara had woken her up to give her some clothes to change into and called downstairs for an extra toothbrush for her.
Dana had fallen right back to sleep then, and Samara had lain there, next to her, smiling because this was a step.
Falling asleep next to a woman she liked was a step.
They hadn’t exactly snuggled because Dana had been out like a light, and Samara hadn’t been sure how to snuggle up next to a woman who’d been asleep facing her, so she had rolled away and fallen asleep not long after Dana, and it had been some of the best sleep she had had in a long time.
She only woke up early because she was used to waking up early.
She usually sat in bed and read whatever emails her team had sent or reviewed contracts or scripts.
Then, she would take a shower and get dressed, leaving her hair wet for the hair team to take care of for her later.
Now, she was sliding into Dana’s side and wrapping her arm around Dana’s waist, and she was still smiling because this felt good.
“Morning,” Dana said in a groggy voice.
“Morning. You can go back to sleep. It’s early, and we don’t have to be up yet.”
“It’s okay. Some woman was very demanding about her breakfast, so I got used to waking up early to go to work to make it for her and deliver it.”
Samara pinched Dana’s side, causing Dana to laugh.
“Why are you up so early?” Dana asked.
“Used to it,” she said.
“Waking at five?”
“Sometimes,” she said. “But I rolled over and realized that the curtain was open. I didn’t close it last night, and the sun was killing me already.”
“What’s the temperature?”
“Seventy-two,” she said. “Way too hot.”
Dana kissed her forehead and said, “Yes, you are.”
“That’s a nice line,” Samara teased.
“Not a line. I mean you’re actually hot. What are you, a furnace?” Dana laughed a little and tightened her arms around Samara’s body.
“Why do you think I’m picky about the temperature?” she asked, laughing a little as well.
“You’re going to make me sweat,” Dana stated, kicking at the blankets.
“Hey, don’t put them on the floor. I doubt they actually vacuum this room every day.”
“You’re in the fancy hotel now, babe. I’m sure they do. Hey, do you mind if I just get up and shower?”
“You don’t want to go back to sleep?” she asked, feeling a little disappointed that Dana wanted to get up.
“I’m up, and your voice sounds like you are, too,” Dana said. “Besides, I bet your breakfast will be delivered around the same time it normally is, and you probably don’t want anyone to see me here.”
“Oh,” she let out, realizing that Dana was right. “Sure. Yeah. Hop in. I’ll get ready for my morning workout while you shower.”
Samara sat up, but Dana held on to her.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“To get dressed to work out,” she said as if it should’ve been obvious.
“You won’t kiss me good morning first?” Dana asked, running a hand through Samara’s hair.
Samara smiled down at her and gave Dana a quick kiss.
“Not what I had in mind, but I guess it’ll do.”
“You can use whatever you want in there,” Samara said and got out of bed. “I’ll just stay out here and change.”
“Okay,” Dana replied, sounding like she wanted to say something else, but she didn’t. “I’ll leave your clothes on the counter in there, if you want, or I can take them with me and wash them.”
“No need. They have laundry service here,” she said and walked over to her suitcase, which she had yet to unpack into the drawers.
“Okay,” Dana said, still sounding a bit weird, before she climbed out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
Samara waited a few minutes, but she really had to pee.
Thankfully, the toilet was in its own little room, so she was able to take care of that and wash her hands while it sounded like Dana was getting in the shower.
When Samara returned to the bedroom, she sat on the side of the bed and rubbed her hands together.
It was awkward now. She’d made things awkward between them.
Dana had wanted a real kiss, but Samara hadn’t known how to just kiss another woman following a night of sleeping next to each other, so she’d given her a peck.
She’d also made Dana worry that she wouldn’t want anyone to see them together in a hotel room in the morning when obvious conclusions could be drawn.
For a second, she thought about changing into her gym clothes, grabbing her phone and headphones, and just leaving Dana a note that said she’d decided to run down to the gym instead of waiting, effectively running out on one of the most awkward mornings of her life, which was saying something because she’d had more than a few, but she couldn’t move.
The thought of Dana being hurt by that note got to her.
The concern in Dana’s voice earlier that Samara had been going cold on her again had been almost too much for her to hear.
She didn’t want to go cold on Dana again.
She wanted to go hot. She wanted them to be hot together.
She wanted to be able to talk about this with Dana without a meal between them or her rambling about how tofu didn’t have flavor on its own, but when paired with something that did, it elevated it somehow, while Dana had stared at her in disbelief because she’d just asked Samara if she was going back to LA or somewhere else for the holiday break.
Samara stood up then, deciding to stop being this way because she knew what she wanted.
She’d known since she first saw Dana and had been fantasizing about it ever since.
She’d already taken so many steps since coming to New Orleans.
She was twenty-five years old, bisexual, attracted to the woman who was currently naked in her shower, and she was ready to show that woman that she was into this in the same way Dana was.
So, she took a deep breath and stripped down to nothing, leaving her clothes on the floor by the blanket that Dana had kicked off, and opened the door that led to the bathtub and shower.
The shower door was frosted, so she could only make out Dana’s form but couldn’t actually see her, and Samara wanted to see her.
She leaned back against the door and licked her lips, seeing that Dana had her hands on her chest, cleaning her breasts or maybe massaging them, because surely it didn’t take that long to clean them.
When the door clicked, indicating that she had leaned back hard enough to close it all the way, Dana stopped moving, and Samara could tell she was looking right at her.
“Samara?”
“Yeah, hi,” she said in a soft voice.
“Um… What are you doing in here? I’ll be out in a minute. And I’m not using too much of–”
Samara took five steps and pulled open the door of the shower, walking in as Dana moved back in surprise.
Then, she closed the door behind her and wrapped her arms around her chest, just standing there as the water from the shower hit her hair and skin.
Her eyes were closed because she hadn’t exactly asked Dana’s permission to see her naked for the first time.
“Babe?” Dana said softly. “Are you okay?”
“I want you,” Samara replied. “And I don’t know how to act around you because I do.
So much. It’s like I can’t think about anything but wanting you, and I wanted to really kiss you just now.
I didn’t know how, without ending up on top of you.
Then, things would probably start, and I didn’t know how to start them and stop them because I want you. ”
“You’d want to stop them?” Dana asked. “Can you look at me, please?”
“You’re naked.”
Dana laughed and said, “Yeah, so are you, by the way. Did you not think this through?”
“No, I did. I thought it through.” She opened her eyes and moved a little out of the water, looking at Dana’s face and not the rest of her body. “I just surprised you, so I wanted to make sure you were okay with me seeing you first.”
“I am,” Dana said. “You can see me whenever you want. Now, can we talk about you wanting to start and stop things?”
“I don’t want to stop them, but I probably would have because I’m… God, I’m so nervous right now, Dana.”
“Can I touch you?” Dana asked.
“Touch me?”
“Hold you.”
“Oh, yeah,” she replied.
Dana’s arms wrapped around her waist, and despite the shower being large enough for the two of them, they were pressed together, and Dana was moving them until Samara’s back was against the wall.
“Your legs were wobbling a little. Better?” Dana asked.
Samara nodded and said, “I want you. I wanted you to know that.”
“Okay. Well, I know that now,” Dana replied.
“Do you… want me?”
“Are you kidding?” Dana said and ran a hand over Samara’s cheek and down to her neck before she took Samara’s hand. “I absolutely want you.” She leaned in and whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Samara. You have no idea how wet you make me. I’ve been dying to touch you for days.”
“Oh, fuck,” Samara uttered, and her forehead went to Dana’s shoulder.
Dana moved into her more, and her thigh pressed into Samara’s center. Before Samara could stop herself, her legs parted enough to let Dana press into her even more.
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” Dana told her before her lips landed on Samara’s neck. “We can make out and pretend like we’re not naked in the shower together.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“We should,” Dana began and rocked her thigh. “Talk about this.”
“We’ve talked a lot already,” she replied, wrapping her arms around Dana’s neck.
“But not about this,” Dana noted, leaning back a little to be able to look into Samara’s eyes.
“I want you,” Samara said.
“Bed?”
“Here first,” she said and spread her legs farther apart.
“You’ve never done this before. We–”
“Do you know what all my fantasies have been about?”
“What? No,” Dana said.
“You taking me against a wall. You fucking me until I come so hard, I bite down on your shoulder because I can’t hold back.”
“Fuck,” Dana said, and her hand moved between Samara’s breasts. “Are you sure? Babe, I need you to be sure. I want you, but–”
“I’m sure,” Samara interjected and took Dana’s hand, moving it down between her legs. “God. Please. I need it. I need you.”
She closed her eyes when Dana grunted a little as if she needed this, too.
Dana’s lips were on hers next, and her hand moved between Samara’s folds, with her thigh pressed against the back of it, giving Samara all the pressure she needed. Well, for now. Samara was already about to burst, and if Dana didn’t touch her soon, she would need to make herself come.
“You’re soaked, baby,” Dana said before she kissed her again.
“Yes, I am,” she replied, pulling out of the kiss and putting her lips on Dana’s neck instead.
Dana stroked her clit softly at first, but Samara nibbled at her neck, telling her that she didn’t want soft.
She wanted hard. She wanted Dana to claim her, to make her feel like she was the only woman Dana wanted in the world right now.
Dana stroked harder then, rocking against Samara, her own wet sex pressing into Samara’s thigh, turning Samara on even more.
“God, that’s so…”
“Can you feel how wet I am for you?”
“Yes,” she replied, and when Dana’s hand lowered, she tensed, expecting what was going to come next.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Dana whispered into her ear, realizing it. “We can just do this. This is perfect.”
She moved her fingers back to Samara’s clit.
“Yes, but more,” Samara told her, nudging Dana’s hand back to where it had been. “I’m okay. Please, go inside.”
Dana moaned, and one finger slipped into her.
“More,” Samara requested.
“I can make you feel good with only one,” Dana replied, curling inside her.
“I know you can, but I want more,” she said.
Dana pulled out and finally, finally, she entered her and went instantly deep, filling Samara up and nearly making her topple over in the slippery shower.
“This?”
“Yes!” Samara let out on a gasp. “Fuck me!”
Dana’s thumb found its way to Samara’s clit while her other hand cupped Samara’s breast, holding it in place. Then, Dana dipped her head and took the nipple with her mouth.
“Yes!”
Dana sucked hard, and Samara knew what she’d want next. Dana’s mouth was hot and wet and perfect. She knew that already because she’d kissed those lips and had had that tongue in her mouth, massaging her own.
“Harder,” she said.
Dana pushed in harder and grunted, thrusting over and over until Samara’s orgasm built, and she brought Dana’s face to hers and kissed her through her orgasm.