It's just after six; 31st of December 2007. The ground is frosted over and the entrance to Victoria Wine has frozen shut. A few strong jolts later and Mac slipped her slight torso through the small gap between the shutters and the door and walked to the counter.
"Bottle of red, please. Any red." she smiled.
"We've got this?" the cashier held up a bottle of red wine with an Australian label on the front, "£10.89?"
"That'll do. Cheers." she handed over the money and slipped back out onto the street.
She was freezing; winter Scotland. Not at her usual, she had opted to dress up for the occasion; although she was pretty convinced her efforts would go unnoticed. Her 'little black dress' was in fact the only dress she owned, and was indeed very 'little'. Her short, punk hair was blonde with a black streak through the fringe, past her ear and round to the nape of her neck. Never anything other than a styled-as-you-like dyke spike. She liked it that way. Spit and it's up; no messing about.
Walking down the street with just the bottle of wine in her hands, she watched her feet to avoid the black ice. Her knee high New Rocks buckled from toe to shin; glistening in the bitter winter air. She had decided it wasn't her best decision to wear only a small leather jacket after all, although nothing would have matched with quite the same kick.
The flat was only down the street, so she sucked it up and walked a bit faster. Once at the porch she found a flight of red carpeted stairs inside that lead to the front door. She quietly ascended, almost nervous. 'Knock knock, here I come' she thought with a grin.
The door opens. The body disappears back into the bedroom which is directly across the hall. Not one for pleasantries, Charlie turned to look at her.
"What are you wearing?" she laughed.
"Fuck up, I thought it'd be nice." Their friendship wasn't exactly common. Charlie looked at the wine Mac had placed on her bedside table.
"What's that for?"
"Drinking." Mac looked unamused. So much for trying to be romantic. Obviously it wasn't ever going to be that kind of friendship.
"I don't like red wine", Charlie said plainly as she sat on the bed.
Mac shrugged and started to remove her jacket and shoes when Charlie made a move towards her. She pinned her up against the closed bedroom door, lifting her little black dress up to her navel and revealing little black French knickers underneath. Charlie's fingers slid them delicately down her smooth, slender legs and off onto the floor. Mac felt her weight double as the shock of Charlie's warm tongue sliding over her clit made her legs melt like snow drops. Definitely not one for pleasantries.
Charlie held Mac's hands against the door and let her dress fall over her head. Her lips and tongue working their way around and inside Mac's wanting cunt. Although Charlie was taller, she certainly had no issues getting comfortable on her knees. After only a short time, Mac gave out and collapsed down on top of her unlikely lover, straddling her legs and finding her lips. Charlie's where the most intense kisses she had ever felt.
