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Sunday Morning After

by Vilia Kinell

Feb 14th, 2007
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© - 2007 Vilia Kinell, all rights reserved.
May not be reproduced, in whole or in part, without written consent!

Disclaimer: None needed – These people are mine, I made them up. Please let me know if you wish to borrow them so that I don’t think they’ve been kidnapped and come after you with a shovel.

SEX WARNING: Adult situations between two adult consenting women hinted at. If this is illegal or otherwise frowned upon where you live, or by you – Go away!

NOTES: This is a small excerpt of the story The Whiter the Ashes, which have been in the works for the better part of two years now. It still stands incomplete (and unpublished) but this chapter may still be read without spoiling the 'bigger' story.

THANKS TO: Tintin for being my constant supporter, encourager, friend and Beta. My significant other, for forgiving my choice of activities on this Valentine’s Day… And Leigh – you know why. ;-)

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Marveling at the feeling of skin against skin, strong arms holding her close and the sound of a heart beating against her ear, Jenna gradually opened her eyes. A light rush of wellbeing lingered in her body as a gentle whiff of what had to be the best smell in the world graced her nostrils and tickled her senses. Slowly she took in her surroundings. Beneath her was a warm and firm bed. Behind her was an open window that let cool air swirl around the room. In front of her was… a woman?!

The thought sounded painfully load in her dull, aching head. Waking up completely, Jenna felt her own arms wrapped around, and her legs intertwined with, the sleeping form next to her. Not so much caring for the other woman, she bolted out of their embrace and off the bed, wrapping the covers around herself as she went. She stood, slightly wobbly, and stared back at the place she had just left. The other woman stirred.

Finding the edge of the tussled sheet, Claire swiftly pulled it up to cover her body as the sudden movement shook her awake. She peered across the sun filled room to see what had caused this ungodly disturbance. Jenna??

The blonde woman stood and watched with wide eyes as the midnight-brunette focused on her, her facial expressions reflecting her own.

"What happened here? Did we do something?"

"I... don't know... Did we?" Claire paused as her mind raced. "Just because we woke up together doesn't mean anything happened." She sat up, desperately holding on to the sheet, well aware of her naked skin beneath it.

"I've slept in the same bed as other people before and not woken up.... all.... tangled…” Jenna gesticulated wildly with her free arm as she sought the appropriate words.

"Okay, what happened last night?" Claire said more to herself than the woman across the room as she rubbed her throbbing head, trying to remember just how she and Jenna had left the bar last night.

"Well..." Jenna began as if she knew. Then she looked around. "Where are we?"

"My place,” the woman on the bed replied.

"Oh. Good. Might have been somewhere I had no idea where it was..." Jenna spat sarcastically, "and with a perfect stranger."

"I wouldn't go as far as 'perfect' but I'll settle for being a 'good enough' stranger..." Claire looked away with a faint blush, highly uncomfortable, yet pleased that it was Jenna standing next to the bed and not someone else. Jenna once again mirrored her expression.

"You're neither... That came out wrong... What the hell went on here?" The blond sat down on the bed, careful not to get too close to her dark haired companion but not wanting her to think she was completely appalled by the situation. They were both adults. Whatever happened, happened. Too late to change it now. They both sat silent for awhile before Claire reluctantly shared her last thought.

"I have a security system installed......" she paused. “There are cameras.”

Jenna’s eyes widened with fear as the slight suspicion of last night's activities grew stronger and a faint memory reared its head but she remained silent. She wasn’t sure if it was a fabricated memory, created by her vivid imagination or if there was truth behind it.

Claire froze as she too realized just what footage may have been recorded. Secretly she hoped for it to be true, then dismissed the hope for a wish that it wouldn’t be. For such a monumental happening I would have loved to have been conscious!

"Um... you do?" a dry mouth inquired as their eyes locked and both women held their breath. "You... wanna look? At the tape, I mean...?" Jenna continued as she fought back nausea and tried to kick-start her brain into gear. Did we…? Oh, God…If we did…she rambled internally. How could I have let this happen? I like Claire, I really do! This could ruin everything! What if she never wants to see me again? Does she think I’m easy?? What if she’s only pretending not to remember…? Was it that bad?

Claire didn’t have to look at her houseguest to feel the woman’s anguish. I do want to look at that tape, but alone. With the blinds closed and all windows and doors locked. I’m not one for modesty, but if I screwed things up by sleeping with her I do not want an audience as I find out!”

"I mean, we don't have to. But we could. To find out. We can always stop if..." Jenna’s voice trailed off. This is ridiculous! "What's the worst that could have happened?"

Claire suddenly found the cuticles on her left hand highly interesting and began to lightly abuse them with her thumbnail.

"And would it really be bad?"

Jenna caught Claire’s attention and she looked up. Would it?

"Not remembering would,” Claire offered cautiously.

"Agreed."

"Which is where the tape would come in handy..." Never ever thought the cameras would be good for anything other than possibly tell which of the dogs broke what lamp… Claire squirmed a little as curiosity mixed with dread. "But if we're gonna watch it I want a drink first!" She hid her face in her hands momentarily before looking back at Jenna.

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Both women sat idly on the couch, eyes fixed on the television screen. On it were two women looking suspiciously like themselves, but with manors as alien to their memory as grass being naturally blue.

"I didn't know I could do that!" Claire stated.

"You're telling me? If I had known - I would have asked you to do it sooner!" Both women laughed, now completely relaxed in each other’s company. The tape had recorded them as they stumbled into the house, nearly falling over in laughter and tripping over each other. A ‘quick’ stop at the living room bar had fuelled them with no less than two bottles of wine, half a bottle of Jackie D and a short train of shots.

"How can we not remember this?!" Jenna shook her head in disbelief, completely transfixed on the screen and slightly forgetting that the object of her new-found desire was sitting not one foot from her. "It feels weird... Knowing that's us, and still not recalling a blasted thing about it." ‘Course, with all that alcohol…she mused.

"Makes me wanna write the network begging for a rerun,” Claire snorted, immediately embarrassed at her own honesty but still didn't wish the comment unsaid. A wicked grin worked its way onto her face as she saw Jenna’s blush in the corner of her eye. ”You move pretty well for a drunk..." she offered, somewhat changing the subject.

"I'm amazed I don't have a bigger hangover..." And that I’m not walking like a newlywed…"How in the........"

Both women watched in amazement as last night’s activities took flight and brought them to an all-time-high in their still young relationship.

"Rewind!"

Claire fumbled slightly with the remote and they watched the clip again. "Wow!"

"Can I be honest with you?"

"After this I think you'd better be!"

Jenna smiled at her realization as she turned to Claire. "I find it an incredible turn-on to be able to sit here and watch this with you and not feel at all uncomfortable about it."

Neither of them moved to act on the admissions but Claire voiced her reply;

"Me too.”

THE END

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