Enjoy. -L
5
Two days have passed. Tessa sits still on the couch, her hands at her sides. She allows Reyna to cup her face, kiss her deep as she sits silent. The woman is draped over her, her mouth warm and smelling like the rum she has ordered for Tessa to try. (Rum is Reyna's favorite.) After a minute of this, Reyna pulls back from Tessa's swollen, seldom-responsive lips and chuckles.
"Good? Or have you had better?"
Tessa's hand adjusts one of the thin suspenders on her high-waisted shorts. She does not know if Reyna is talking about the kiss or the rum. It is probably the kiss, but she'll die here in this hotel room before she tells Reyna that she kisses better than her wife.
"Hmm," Reyna inflects. "How does my wife kiss you, Tessa? Is she sweet or is she desperate? She's such a whore, she'd kiss anything, you know that? But I'm lucky she was kissing you."
Tessa frowns. She doesn't want to talk about Angie now. It almost feels disrespectful to talk about her with Angie's
'wife'
who doesn't love her. Angie's
wife
who has just finished kissing Angie's mistress.
"Come, baby," Reyna presses deep, pressing closer and closer to Tessa's mouth. "Show me how my wife kisses you."
When Tessa doesn't move, Reyna takes her chin into her hand, leans them close together until her breaths tickle Tessa's lips, until all Tessa can smell is the rum on Reyna's tongue. It is starting to infuriate her.
"
Show
me."
"
Fuck
you," Tessa spits.
"Ah," Reyna grins slowly. "Well, if you insist."
Tessa backs away from Reyna's playful lips. Pushes the arm that was holding her in place away. Last time, she let the woman kiss her, let her think that she could have more, but today is different. Tessa may be a homewrecker, this may be her third secret date with her girlfriend's wife, but she will not let herself be coerced.
"I have more
dignity
than that. I'm not going to let you fuck me in a hotel room like a prostitute."
Reyna chuckles again, resting her hand back in her lap and her head back on the sofa. She looks over to the muted television before responding.
"Baby, a prostitute wouldn't be in this hotel room. This is the largest suite this hotel has and the best hotel this city has to offer. Room service or massages or anything your little heart desires are all on my bill. Now, if you're saying that you'd like me to get you an apartment, that's a different story."
"
What?"
"If you'd feel more comfortable in your own apartment, let me know. Just know I will have the spare key."
"You're offering to buy me an
apartment
so I have
sex
with you?" Tessa asks wildly.
"I'm offering to
rent
an apartment so that you're
comfortable
having sex with me," Reyna corrects. "But I'm sure anything is more comfortable than that ugly, yellow couch Angie insisted on buying."
Tessa reminisces about the big, yellow couch in Angie's living room. Where they shared their first kiss...where she first felt Angie's tongue deep in her mouth and her face deep between Angie's thighs. Countless days, she has spent on that couch in her lover's arms. She misses it.
"I like that couch," Tessa says soft.
Reyna's face twists in annoyance; she has
seen
the security footage. "Never mind the couch, if you want an apartment, let me know."
"My parents would think it was a little weird if I moved out and they weren't paying for it. Nannying...is my only job, and they can't afford for me to live on campus," Tessa says softly. "I'm saving up for a new car so I can't--"
"Tessa, I'm not here to judge you. It will facilitate our time together to have an apartment, though, and it would also be less expensive than this hotel room. I'll look into them."
Tessa doesn't say anything then. She can't find the words. What is she supposed to say to her girlfriend's wife?
"Tessa," Reyna says.
Tessa's brown eyes raise to meet hers. A lock of hair is tucked behind her ear, a dangling earring jingles.
"I want you to know that you can leave here whenever you want. I told you I wasn't going to hurt you, and I was serious. I think that having you sit and bear it if you don't want me is worse punishment than I want to give you."
Tessa takes a deep breath in. She does not think Reyna is a bad person. Perhaps, a mean person, but her anger is just. Her wife stepped out on her; she is upset. "I can try," Tessa says. And it's because she wants to.
Reyna frowns.
"I don't want to leave," Tessa clarifies.
Nodding her head, Reyna stands.
"No? Then, come to bed with me."
Reyna extends her hand to Tessa's (to it, not to wait for it) and Tessa allows her to take it. Reyna leads her to the glass walls of the bedroom. This close, they are almost iridescent with color. Mesmerizing. Tessa frowns, watching the refracted light dance colorfully in the glass. But Reyna clears her throat to refocus her. Tessa looks at Reyna and her expression is unreadable. She doesn't look excited or guilty. She looks like Reyna.
"Come in and sit," says Reyna.
Tessa follows her into the room and eyes the bed. And then slowly, she approaches it. Tessa is reminded of how much she hates hotels. Hates hotel pillows and how they're so overstuffed that they're impossible to sleep on. Hates hotel floors and blankets that are always much dirtier than they look. Hotels remind Tessa of not affording rent and sharing a bed with her parents before her mother's parents died. Tessa sits on the bed and almost sinks into the mattress. She is not pleased.
"Sit pretty for me, baby," Reyna husks. "I think I want to look at you."
Tessa rests her hands at her sides to stop from fidgeting under Reyna's gaze. Today, she has dressed nicer (to look more at place in the expensive hotel, not for Reyna), and it is paying off. Reyna's eyes have become so hooded; her breaths are manually performed. Tessa's pursuer stalks closer and closer to the bed, her eyes a dark shade of black.
"Don't move."
Tessa doesn't move, breathes shallowly as Reyna looks up and down her form. Reyna breathes heavy and she is so close that Tessa can feel it on her lips. She shivers under the woman's cool gaze and the woman smiles.
"
Kiss?"
Reyna asks seductively, her tone like a serpent coiling around Tessa's thighs. And as if with a knife, she slices the thighs apart. (If her thighs open of their own accord, what makes Tessa different from a carrot?) Then, Reyna leans her back into the soft hotel bed that she hates and kisses her, which she likes.
The sheets are as impossibly soft against the nape of Tessa's neck, and she has to fight the strong urge to roll her eyes. And besides, Reyna is rolling like waves above her, tasting of her mouth again and again and over and under. The lips are plumper than Angie's and not disguised by lipstick and incessant moaning. They are soft and talented, do not need Tessa's assistance at all. For once, Tessa feels like a passenger and not the pilot.
After just a few seconds, Reyna's tongue is knocking at the door of Tessa's teeth. Less reluctant than she thinks she should be, Tessa accepts it into her mouth. The deep rumble of Reyna's moan vibrates Tessa to her core. Her moistening core.
Tessa begins to kiss back.
At this--Tessa's admission of desire--Reyna begins to graze her soft hands and smooth rings up Tessa's thighs. (One of them is her wedding ring, Tessa knows.) Reyna is very meticulous, her hands moving the same distance with every smack of her lips against Tessa's. Tessa flinches when Reyna's hands meet her hips, her lashes fluttering open.
Reyna's eyes peer down into Tessa's supine browns. "Do you like me touching you? You want me to fuck you, baby?" she asks.
Tessa reaches down to Reyna's hands and lifts them up to her breasts. "
Yes,
" she says. She does want Reyna, but she doesn't know why.