Becky looked up from where she sat in the corner of the pub, out of the way of everyone and able to see whoever walked in. The paper was spread out in front of her, giving her something to do as she waited, but she wasn't really taking the articles in. A half-empty vodka, lemon and lime sat sweating on the TV guide, and she lazily traced a finger through the condensed water coating the outside of the glass. It was a hot overcast Sydney evening, summer was here and it was Friday.
The lights were dimmed as the pub moved from afternoon beer o'clock into the evening proper, and Becky looked around again, then down at her watch, back up to the door, then down at the article on some celebrity she had been trying to read. Nikki was late. Again. Just the thought of Nikki made Becky's focus waver and she stared into middle distance. There was something about her, Becky thought, something different and so, so sexy. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, but Becky was sure going to try!
Becky smelt her before she saw her. That lazy citrus scent that Nikki wore permeated the air around her, and it took a few seconds before Becky realised why her heart had skipped a beat. She looked up quickly and saw Nikki standing before her, grinning down at her, obviously pleased to see her. Becky made a show of looking at her watching, tapping the dial, "And what time do you call this?"
"I'm so sorry. Got held up at work. You right for a drink?"
"Vodka, lemon, lime, thanks." And with another disarming grin, Nikki turned on her heel and strutted to the bar. Becky could not take her eyes off Nikki's retreating form, her gaze sliding like honey from Nikki's shimmering long blonde hair cascading all the way to her waist, down to her pumping round arse, to her pointed tall stiletto heels, clopping with each sexy step. Becky just sighed, and stared.
As Nikki stood at the bar, waiting for the drinks, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror of the bar, her face lopsided with a wry little grin. She knew Becky was watching her. Loved to feel the strong gaze of the woman on her body. Becky was a truly beautiful woman, Ruben-esque, feminine, with gorgeous long dark curls, big blue-green eyes, lashes like Bambi, and lips like Angelina Jolie. Nikki had waited her entire adult life for a woman like Becky, a woman who would turn any woman to the dark side.
As Nikki wended her way back to the table in the corner, she saw Becky folding up the paper and smiled. She really was gorgeous. Nikki slid onto the long bench seat Becky had taken, pressing her thigh against Becky's as she set down the drinks.
"So. How was your day? And cheers!" Nikki raised her glass, her eyes meeting Becky's, both women happy in each other's company.