Note: 99% of this chapter is girl/girl, but there will be instances of other kinds of sex. I figured it just makes sense for that to happen given Lia's bisexuality and the setting.
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There were lots of places I liked to chill at, you know? Mainly my apartment, I'll be honest, but sometimes whenever I went out to get groceries I'd sit down somewhere and just breathe for a little. Okay, fine. My options were severely limited by the fact that I was a massive introvert, but I did have places I thought were pleasant, even if I never actually went there.
A nightclub wasn't one of them though.
The invitation came when I was watching some random show on the Food Network in the morning. Someone (pretty obvious who at this point) knocked on my door. On my way to answer it, I noticed a smile naturally formed on my face. I sighed. Yeah, I was pretty screwed.
Once I got to the door, I found a beautiful (and now, familiar) smile looking back at me.
"Hi!" Lia waved and I felt my head get lighter. "I didn't make you anything."
"Wow," I replied. "I think this is the fastest I've been disappointed. I've been awake for like an hour.
"Let me finish." She put a finger up in the air. "I didn't make anything because I wanted to make something with you."
"Oh." My eyes widened as she walked inside. She left her sandals by the door and walked around barefoot, over to my kitchen. I noticed she had a jar of something in her left hand. "I mean, I can't really..."
"It'll be fun, just wait." She promised. "Now, come over."
The dish ended up being crepes. The jar she'd been holding was Nutella that she spread over some dough and after a long process that felt more like a lab experiment than an actual cooking session, the two of us sat down and got around to having what was lunch for Lia but breakfast for me.
"So..." She started.
"So," I said, crossing my arms as I put my fork down on the plate.
"Did you enjoy last night?" Lia asked me.
"Nope. In fact, as soon as I'm done with these crepes, I'm kicking you out."
"You're not funny," Lia replied with a smile, but I could see some worry sneaking into her expression.
"I loved it," I told her honestly. Truthfully, things did make me feel strange, but I did enjoy it in the end. "Kiya is... Really good at... You know..."
"At eating ass?"
"Goddammit, Lia." I laughed as she stuck her tongue out.
"You're too cute." She told me before reaching forward and taking my left hand in hers. "So, seriously, you liked it?"
"Yes."
"Good." She nodded. "Good."
"That said, uh..." I scratched the back of my neck. "I don't think I'd do something like that again for a while, anyway."
"Oh?"
"I mean, it was pretty new to me."
"Isn't the best way to get used to something to do it often?" She asked. I rolled my eyes and snorted.
"That doesn't apply to everything."
"Whatever. Well, I'm just glad you had a good time."
"I did."
"Good."
"Well, great."
"Perfect."
"Stop." I smacked her hand away lightly.
After that, we fell into what I thought was a comfortable silence. I just couldn't believe that I'd lucked out like this. With that being said, you might think I'd be okay with being where I was. Where she and I were, rather. But... I had to admit. Last night lit a bit of a greedy fire under me.
Now, I knew she was going to be with other people due to the nature of her job and maybe just due to her nature as a person and I was down to learn to respect that. My new issue was... I wanted as much of Lia as I could get.
That's what prompted me to ask the question that led to everything that happened today.
"So, are you doing anything later?" I asked without making eye contact. Lia's brows raised and she leaned in.
"Hm... Not really."
"Oh? You aren't meeting up with Kiya again or anything?"
"Nope." Lia shook her head. "She's a friend, yeah, but what we did last night was business, Alice. And I don't come cheap." She declared and I nodded. "So, yeah, I'm free today."
"Oh, um, okay." I looked away again.
"Is there a reason you wanted to know whether I was doing anything?" She asked with some humor in her tone. "Like possibly, maybe, you were going to ask me out or something?"
"What? Psh, of course not. I mean, not unless, like..."
"Ali." She reached down, under my chin, and tilted my head up so that I was looking at her. "It would be very cool to go do something with you."
"Oh... Well, cool."
"Mhm." She giggled and I blushed. "So, what did you have in mind?"
"Uh, to tell you the truth, nothing. I didn't really plan beyond this step."
"Really? Well, how about..." She twirled her fork in her hands. "We go out to a club nearby."
There it was.
"What?" I blinked.
"You don't like it?" She asked.
"No, I-I mean, I just don't really think it's my scene," I replied.
"Have you ever been to one?" She asked.
"I mean, no, but..."
"Then how do you know?" She smiled, but this time was different. It was more like yesterday's smiles. The kind that hinted that she knew more about something than she was letting on.
"Well, you don't have to touch a stove to know that it's hot."
"But you do have to go into the house to see where the stove is."