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“Where did you want this again?”
Linda turned around to the familiar voice. “Oh over there.” She pointed to an empty corner of the apartment. Susan nodded and carried the box to that corner.
Linda had called Susan in a mist of a crying meltdown, telling her that she was leaving Felix and moving to Hurricane and she asked Susan to help her pack. Even though Susan had just gotten off work, she said yes, and drove her here.
And now here they are…
All alone in an apartment she rented.
Damn it, it wasn’t even a good apartment.
She could hear everything her neighbour’s did, the bathroom was the most disgusting thing she ever saw, and it smelt horrid. But it was something in her budget and allowed cats, so she couldn’t complain.
She suddenly felt a fluffy present rub against her leg. “Ah, speak of the devil…”
A red fluffy tom-cat mewed at her. Linda smiled and picked him up. “Hello Todd~” she scratched his head. Todd purred in response.
“How’s the little weirdo?” Susan walked over to where Linda was holding Todd, noticing the tom cat.
“He is doing fine!”
“Well, he threw up in my car, so I hope so.”
“Heh- yeah, sorry about that-“
“Eh, I forgive him.”
Susan scratched his ear as well. “He is too cute for me to be upset with~”
Linda looked up at Susan. They had quite a height difference, with Susan being the taller one. And… she was close to her. She noticed Susan had an arm around her shoulder, almost pulling her closer to her. It made her feel a certain way-
She pulled away from her grip. “Anyway-“
She let Todd go to get used to his new temporary home.
“We should take a break! Well, mostly you-“ she chuckled. “You… did the majority of the work..” Susan scoffed playfully. “I try, I try.”
Linda felt the temptation to straighten her hair under Susan’s gaze. Just to look nicer. She held her arms together, not knowing what to do with her hands.
“Well, we can get some alcohol! I stole some of Felix’s collection.” She pulled out a box full of alcohol.
“Linda Thompson!” Susan laughed. “I never met this part of you! Stealing alcohol from your ex?”
“He deserves it.” She said matter-of-factly. “Now: pass me the corkscrew.”
The other woman rolled her eyes and looked through the boxes of utensils. “Christ were is this damned thing-“
“It’s under the steak knives.” Linda said; pulling out a Charles Shaw red wine.
After a few moments of searching, Susan FINALLY found the corkscrew. She mumbled a mixture of swears under her breath and got up to sit by Linda, handing her it to her. “Thank you.” Linda responded.
She placed the screw part into the cork of the red wine, making sure it went in deep, and pulled.
“Holy moley-“ this was harder than she thought.
“You need help?”
“No im go-“ with that: she pulled off the cork, making a huge mess on her shirt. She scoffed. “That was my favourite blouse! Agggggh…” Susan chuckled.
“Quiet you.” Linda sighed. “You pour the glasses. I’ll be back.”
“K. Can do.” Susan gave her a playful wink. It had no romantic and especially sexual hint to it, but it made her face feel warm still.
Linda speed walked to her bedroom. It was messy, still having boxes unpacked. She didn’t trust the wardrobe. She had noticed mold on the bottom of one of the drawers, and she wasn’t going to risk ruining all her clothes so they wouldn't get wrinkled.
She grabbed a red blouse out of a box labeled “shirts/blouses” on it with black marker. Obviously. Linda sighed and took off her ruined blouse, and replaced it with the new one.
She walked out, and Susan was waiting for her with a glass of red wine. She smiled.
Linda sat down beside her. They both deadass decided to just drink on the floor, on a dirty ass yellow mat. She looked over at Susan’s half empty wine glass.
“Christ, you drank all that in a few minutes?”
“It’s good wine! You should have a sip” she passed Linda’s glass to her.
“Oh. Okay..”
Linda placed the glass to her lips, taking a sip. It… tasted like wine. Honestly; she could never tell the difference between any types of wines. It all just tasted the same. But Susan waited for her response.
“It’s… wine-“ she laughed nervously.
Susan gave her a hearty laugh, downing her glass right away. “You’re adorable, you know that?”
Linda's face turned even MORE red. “Um I guess-“ she played with a lock of her hair. “Why-why do you ask?” Susan shrugged. “You just look cute.”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
Linda downed her glass immediately, hoping if she got drunk it would make this experience less weird for her-
Susan laughed at the face she made.
“I’m not used to wine, okay??” She passed her glass to her to refill it. “Felix usually drinks it all-“
It felt weird to talk about Felix, but it also made her feel better, in a strange way.
“Years of being married to an alcoholic asshole! God, I wasted my life. Remind me to never do that again-“
Susan laughed again. “Heh. I'll try.”
Linda took a swing of her glass. “Oh boy the shit I have on him!”
“Do tell~”
“Okay so-“
The two women shit- talked about Felix for about 5 minutes. Both of them had years of shit on the man, and hoo BOY DID THEY NEED TO RELEASE IT. Both of them became drunk, laughing and clinging onto each other. They slowly got more… touchy with each other.
It was mostly Linda leaning onto her in a sort of romantic way. Like holding onto Susan's arm while settling her head on her shoulders.
“You know…” Linda sighed. “I don’t even remember the last time Felix kissed me… And sex, that was non existent-“ She laughed to herself, taking another sip of wine. This was her fourth glass. Susan just listens to her, having her own fourth glass.
“……” Linda looked up at her. Gosh… Susan was so nice… she was smart, kind, honest, and..
“You… you are handsome.”
It was time for Susan to get flustered. “Wha-“
She traced her strong cheekbones with her thumb, and Susan seemed to melt in her hands. She even grabbed Linda's hands, and kissed them gently. God this was making both of their stomachs flutter.
Then Linda decided to rip off the bandaid and pulled Susan into a kiss.
The kiss only lasted a few moments.
Linda finally let her go, holding Susan’s shoulders tightly. They spent a few moments just looking at each other. Red lipstick smeared on Susan’s lips.
“…….”
“OHMYGOODNESSIDIDNTMEANTODOTHATIMSOSORRY-“ she let go of Susan’s shoulders and almost fell backwards. Her face was fully red, but it wasn’t like you could tell: she hid her face in her hands, too ashamed to even look at her.
Though Susan was in a state of shock.
“I- um-“ that was the only thing she could say. Her brain was fried, while Linda was apologizing over and over again.
“I’m so so so sorry I don’t know what want through me that why I don’t drink I guess heh but seriously I’m not gay or anything you are just really handsome and everything and sweet and you were so close-“
She only stopped by Susan kissing her again.
Linda’s hands hovered over Susan’s waist, not being able to move her body. Her face felt on fire- Thi-is was wrong-
But despite every nerve in her brain telling her to stop, she kissed back. She felt hands go through her curly hair. Her own hands were wrapped around Susan’s lower back.
The mixture of the wine and Susan’s own taste made it seem so much more pleasurable.
But slowly, it started to get more passionate. Hands would claw at hair and skin, trying to get as much of skin friction.
It slowly got… erotic. But Linda didn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop it. It got so far that Linda had let her into her bedroom.