Micki Wall, Matchmaker. (Lesbian)

On Second Thought

The next morning, I woke up to Chez caressing my face. She giggled softly when she realized I was awake. "It's only 5:30. Go back to sleep." she whispered softly. I was confused as to why she wasn't asleep. "What are you doing up?" I asked her in a gravelly voice. She strokes my cheek. "Couldn't sleep. So I wanted to look at you." she says. "What's wrong?" I ask, hoping to finally hear what had her upset last night. She just sighed. "I don't wanna burden you with my problems when you're supposed to be getting your beauty sleep." she says. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was much too tired to do it. "Obviously, you need to get it out. So, get it out. You need your beauty rest, too." I say. "Tell me what's going on." I blink slowly, trying to stay awake. She giggled. "Go to sleep, baby." she whispered again, smooching me on my lip. "We gon' continue this conversation later." I say, looking her dead in her face. I didn't even feel like arguing about it. She smiled. "That's fine."

When my alarm blares a while later, I noticed that I barely had any feeling in the whole right side of my body, as Chez had claimed it as her own. She was sleeping, seemingly peacefully, atop my chest. I shut off the alarm as quickly as I could. After she felt me stirring around, she tightens her grip on me, preventing me from even sitting up. "Don't go." she whispers. I chuckle at her. "I gotta go to work." I told her. I couldn't keep the cheesy smile off my face, though. She now nuzzled her face in the crook of my neck and threw her leg over me. "I need you to stay. Please." she begged. I went from being happy to concerned.
"Okay, I will." I replied. Fuck it, it wasn't like I wanted to get up, anyway. I opened up the work portal in my phone and took the rest of the week off. Luckily, I had plenty of paid vacation time at my disposal and it was automatically approved. I then turn my attention back to Chez, wrapping her in my arms and staring ahead.

Later that morning, I opened my eyes and checked the time. It was only 10:30. I look down to see Chez still asleep. I was glad she had at least caught a couple hours of rest. I didn't know what kept her up at night like this. The thought of it actually stressed me out. Lack of sleep messes with your emotions, and I wondered if this was the root cause of Duchesne's emotions sometimes getting out of control. As I looked at her, I realized I could probably count on one hand how many times I'd seen her asleep. Most of her soft, jet black hair was somewhere on my numb, extended arm. Her head laid just under my armpit. I softly chuckled. She must've slid off of me. She wore a blank expression. I noticed her eyebrow hairs were starting to grow back in. Her piercing jewelry was different now, though. Instead of the black jewelry, she now wore silver, making it stand out against the brow. Even with all these piercings, she looks so innocent. It was a nice break from seeing that smirk of hers, no matter how much I liked it. The calmer, softer version of Chez was almost just as alluring as her typical self, for completely different reasons.

I manage to carefully get her off of me with no fuss, and head to the bathroom. When I finished, I heard some stirring around and assumed maybe Chez was up. After washing my hands, I started to run the shower. I turn the nozzle to 'hot'. I stripped myself of my clothes before I realized I didn't get myself a towel, yet. I walked into my room and hear Chez's alarm going off. I guess she still had to go to work. I hear the alarm stop abruptly, while I dug around in my linen closet. I snatched a few towels and matching rags, so I could put them on my towel rack. In that time, Chez had made her own run to the bathroom. When I was walking back in, I noticed she had been brushing her teeth, with her travel toothbrush. I giggle at how stupid it looked. "Note to self- go home and bring my shit here." she says out loud. I giggle again. "What time you gotta be at work?" I ask. "Noon. So, I'm gonna hop in the shower with you. Cool?" she asks. "Okay." I reply, placing the towels on the rack. Then, I step inside the shower. I sigh in delight when the water starts to hit my body. I take my loofah and squeezed some of my favorite invigorating body wash on it— some Citrus Circus. I put it under the water and start to put the soap all over my body. Chez had stepped in, too. I had moved out of the water so she could do what she needed to do. "What you gon' do today?" she asks me, clutching a rag, and getting it wet. I just kept on lathering myself in soap as I thought. "I don't know. I only stayed home because you didn't want me to go but you're going." she chuckled, lathering herself in the same soap. "Yeah, I would've gone crazy if you'd have left. I knew it was just safer for me, if you were around." she admitted. "Safer?" I repeat. "What do you mean?" I ask. She sighs deeply. "We'll get into that another time."
I rolled my eyes. I didn't understand why she didn't think she could talk to me. What did she think, I wasn't able to handle it? I have what felt like a pending threat against me because of her, yet never considered leaving. I think I can handle a few more personal details.
"Whatever. Get my back." I demand, handing over the loofah and turning my back. She talks as she rubs the loofah on my back. "I just feel like sharing stuff like that always bites me in the ass. I've been proven right, twice. I'm just trying to protect myself." I could feel my jaw tightening. How could she keep important information from me because of other people? Instead of losing my temper, I just sigh. "I'm not them, Chez. You can't move like that just 'cause you're afraid of what other people did to you. You think I wanna hear that you're hiding parts of yourself from me 'cause of people who don't fucking matter anymore?"
"I know, I know, baby." she begins, speaking softly. "I hate that I'm like this, and I strongly feel like you'd never throw it in my face, but the only way I know for sure is to not tell you." She finishes getting my back and turned around so I could wash hers. I take her cloth and gingerly rub it into her back, in silence. She chuckled. "Quit playin', 'fore you make me late." she said, looking back at me. All I was doing was washing her back, I wasn't trying to start anything. I raise a brow. "Make you late, how? You ain't gettin' none of this." I said, with disdain. She thought she could just piss me off one second, and touch me the next! The sheer amount of audacity she had, floored me.
She took it as a challenge and pinned me to the wall. "What? What was said?" she asked. I giggle wildly as I feel the tile make contact with my wet skin. "Get off me!" I screeched, trying to prevent her from starting anything. I wanted her to learn that she couldn't just touch me whenever she wanted. The problem with this was, I was still willing to let her go as far as she wanted and she knew it. When she comes in for a kiss, I sucked both my lips in and held them in my mouth to protest what she was trying to do. "Mm-mm." I quipped, every time she tried to kiss me on my face. She only chuckles lowly, taking bits of the skin on my neck in between her teeth. I release my lips, in spite of myself. She sucked my neck again, causing me to moan softly. I could feel her smiling, which made me giggle. She had won this battle and she knew it. She stares at me with her usual devilish grin, before her eyes fall to my lips. She leans forward once again, joining her lips with mine. I feel myself getting more and more excited. I felt like I was literally going to burst. Just then, she brought her hand to my essence and massaged it. She felt me and realized I wasn't wet solely from being in the shower. She played with me some more and let go of my lips to talk more shit to me. "What happened, huh?" she taunts as she goes back to sucking on my neck. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, but I whimpered anyway. I struggle to keep still as she works me with her hand. When her fingers made an entrance, I gasped. My face was frozen for the first couple strokes, giving Chez the ammo she needed to talk more shit. I panted with each move she made. "Shhhhit." she seethed, going in and outside of me slowly. Once I was ready to climax, I tensed up. Chez fought right through it. I felt the liquid expelling as soon as she pressed on through my orgasm. She held onto me as I cursed my way through, and placed a light kiss on my cheek. "Don't ever fucking try me like that again." she declared. I couldn't help but laugh. "Fuck you." I counter, breathlessly. "Now we gotta clean ourselves in this cold ass water. Move!" I snapped, pushing her aside. I struggle to stand on my own, extending my arm to the wall to keep myself up. "You get on my damn nerves." I say, scrubbing myself once again.

A short while after, I laid in the bed, staring at the ceiling. I was recovering from the session that took place, and from the bruise to my self-esteem. Was it really that easy for me to give into temptation? Seriously? I couldn't go more than a couple days without sex? I was serious about minimizing that part of our relationship to maximize our romantic connection. All I wanted to do was prove to myself that it wasn't just sex keeping us together. That's it! My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of Chez's voice. "I'm outta here. I'll be back a little later tonight 'cause I'm grabbing some of my stuff." I could see that she was in her work uniform and had pulled her hair into a ponytail. She hovered over me for a kiss. My lips meet hers for a second. Even after, Chez stayed in the exact same place, her eyes scanning my face. "You still mad at me?" she asked. I rolled my eyes. "I'm annoyed but... I understand." I admit. "I'll make it up to you, okay?" she replied. I rolled my eyes. "Have a good day." I said. "I love you." she said to me, smiling. I couldn't help but smile back. "I love you, too." I replied, and finally I have my personal space back.

As she left, I immediately thought about the Slim thing. I cursed under my breath. Friday would be here in no time, it seemed. I still hadn't decided what to do in that instance. I picked up my phone and went to Slim's Instagram. Her last picture was posted two weeks ago. It depicted a woman with olive skin, probably at least three shades darker than Chez's. This woman had no piercings anywhere except on her lobes. Her dark brows were bushy, but somehow still arched. Her eyes were hazel this time, which made me raise my eyebrows. She's still wearing colored contacts? Hmph. Her nose was a little big, but it fit her face perfectly. Her lips were painted black, which made me laugh. Nothing physically had changed on Slim since I'd known her. She's worn the same exact shade of dark purple hair and smokey eye makeup to this day. I liked it, though. She was a breath of fresh air to me in high school—she was one of the only people that embodied the whole goth thing. Naturally, I got curious and hung out with her. All this time later, I had never once thought of our encounter. The thought that she was willing to harm me on the stalker tip five years later, confused me. Why would she be stuck on me now? Maybe it was true that she was after Chez, but that made even less sense. Why would she be stuck on somebody who fucked her brother? I get being angry, but not still being in love. These letters were from someone who was probably in love, and probably with me. Slim being the stalker was seeming less possible by the second. She just doesn't fit the bill. I hated to admit it, but if I were Slim I'd never talk to Chez ever again, let alone scare her damn girlfriends off. Plus, Slim and I still follow each other. If I were to threaten somebody, I wouldn't be tied to them in any capacity, least of all on the Internet where the average Joe could make that connection. It clearly isn't Slim that's behind this. So, I had about four or so days to figure out who is.