"Nothing. I can't think of anything. I'll just have to take her to dinner and make it up to her later."
"That is so lame. How have you fucked this up so badly?"
Darcy growled, continuing with her sandwich. "Thank you for not helping at all."
"I tried. It's not my fault you're a terrible girlfriend. Come on, at least take her to dinner in...San Francisco or something. Make it at least a
little
special."
The scraping of metal on tile caught Darcy's attention. She glanced over her shoulder at a table to her left where a tall black-haired girl in heavy make-up and knee-high buckled leather boots dragged out a chair and sat down with her coffee and laptop. Her skirt rode high up her thighs, and the skin-tight band tee-shirt accentuated the prominent bulge of her breasts.
Darcy's gaze lingered; her attention drawn to the girl's jewelry. Studded leather gauntlets wrapped her wrists, and a broad black collar with shiny chrome spikes encircled her neck. Several links of heavy steel chain dangled from a ring in the center, teasing the top of her cleavage. She felt a sudden urge to reach out and grab it. Which triggered another urge in her gut.
"What did you say," she asked Shae, tearing her eyes away from the girl.
"I said at least make it special," Shae repeated. Darcy nodded to herself.
"I will. I gotta go. I'll call you later."
"Wait, what are you...."
Darcy stuffed the phone in her pocket and the rest of the sandwich into her mouth. Snatching up her helmet she took one last look at the girl in the collar and dashed out the door to her bike.
...
At 7:00 that night Darcy crossed the hall and knocked on Blair's door, the finely wrapped package from the jeweler tucked snuggly into the palm of the hand behind her back. She tried to constrain the grin on her face, but she couldn't force the corners of her mouth in any direction but up. Anxious, she shifted from foot to foot, her Chucks grinding the little rubber spikes of the door mat, freshly shampooed hair tickling her shoulders. She knocked again. The door swung open.
Blair smiled at her across the threshold. She draped her arms over Darcy's shoulders, planting a tender kiss on her lips and pulling her in close, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. Darcy held her, swelling her head with Blair's perfume. Anticipation prickled her skin.
"I ordered pizza," Blair offered, easing away, "so I hope you're hungry."
"Starving," Darcy replied. In so many ways.
Blair ducked into the fridge and emerged with two beer bottles clasped in her fingers. She thrust one toward Darcy. She paused, arm extended, head cocked to the side, examining the redhead's face. "What is it," she said. "Why are you so smiley?"
"It's nothing," Darcy replied, plucking a bottle with her free hand.
Blair frowned, looking her over. "What are you hiding?"
"What are you talking about," Blair shrugged, "I'm not hiding anything."
"Behind your back," Blair countered, pointing. "What is that?"
Darcy shook her head, fighting to straighten her face. Failing miserably.
Blair lunged for her, but she stepped aside, laughing, the box safely out of view. Blair's eyes lit up, mischief curling her lips. She swiped at Darcy's arm, chasing her round the kitchen island before finally pinning her to the refrigerator and holding her cold beer against a sliver skin exposed at Darcy's waist.
"Okayokayokay," Darcy gasped, writhing to get away.
Blair relented, stepping back and folding her arms, an impatient, expectant look on her face. Darcy skittered behind the island, wrenching her tank top down to cover the cold spot with her free arm. "I got you something," she said finally, "for your birthday. I was going to give it to you tomorrow, but I know you have to work, sooo...."
Blair's frown melted into a broad, giddy smile. "You remembered," she cooed, crossing her arms over her chest. "You, are amazing! What is it?"
Darcy set the box crisply on the counter and stepped back, clasping her hands behind her back. Blair's mouth fell open, eyes rounding in her head. "Don't panic," Darcy said, "it's not a ring."
Blair peeled away the delicate paper revealing a flat black paper box. Darcy leaned in as she lifted the lid and set it aside. Staring up at them from the white linen liner was the broad black band of a choker, spliced in the center by a slim silver ring circling a brilliant blue oval-cut sapphire. Blair clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling a squeal. Darcy's face warmed. "Do you like it," she asked softly.
"It's beautiful," Blair breathed. She reached out across the counter. But Darcy beat her to it, slapping her hand down over the box. Blair flinched, startled.
"It comes with a condition," Darcy whispered. Blair's forehead crinkled.
"A condition?"
Darcy slipped the band between her fingers, raising it slowly, the sapphire dangling like a pendulum below her knuckles. "Just one." She eased around the island, inching closer to Blair with each enunciated phrase. "If you accept this..., any time you wear it..., you agree...to allow me...," she stopped face to face, their eyes locked, "...to do anything I want...with you."
The corners of Blair's mouth creased upward, then fell when Darcy's expression didn't change. Her breathing deepened, lips parting with a hard swallow. "Anything?" she whispered, her voice dry.
Darcy rocked forward, their breasts touching. "
Anything
."
She felt Blair shiver, a silent sigh deflating her chest. Blair curled her fingers over Darcy's fist, pinching the choker and pulling it free from Darcy's grasp. By feel she twisted the clasp apart, slipped the band beneath her hair and fastened it around her neck. Arms falling to her sides, she watched. Waiting.
A surge of endorphins washed over Darcy. She brushed a lock of hair from Blair's face with her middle finger, tucking it behind her ear before tracing the edge of her jaw to the nape of her neck and around to the gem nestled over her throat. An audible gasp pricked Darcy's ears. She gave a gentle squeeze before lowering her hand and twisted the collar of Blair's red checkered button-down in her palm.
"I love this shirt," she growled. "Take it off."
Blair obeyed immediately, fingers deftly poking the buttons through the eyelets and sluffing the fabric off over her arms. She stood still, arms at her sides, her nipples telegraphing through her smooth white tank top. Darcy plucked the neckline, exposing more cleavage. "This too," she added.
Scrunching the hem in her fingers Blair peeled her top off and threw it to the floor, her breasts bouncing on her ribs. Darcy cupped them in her palms, rolling the bright pink nubs beneath her thumbs like tiny joysticks. A pitched groan escaped Blair's throat. Darcy snatched her hands away. Pursing her lips, she shook her head.
"Shhhh," Darcy whispered, her eyes narrow. "Not a sound."
Blair nodded, biting her bottom lip. Darcy stepped into her, walking her back against the counter, flattening her tits between them. She kissed the tip of her nose, then her lips, working back along her cheek to her earlobe and down to the nape of her neck. Blair's head lolled back, her arms wrapped round Darcy's waist. Stirred by the heat, Darcy knifed her hands between them and pinched Blair's nipples between her fingers.
Blair gasped, her muscles taught. Darcy glanced up, and Blair covered her mouth, stifling the curse on the tip of her tongue. An impish grin lit Darcy's face. She twisted her fingers, squeezing a little harder. Blair's eyes bulged, her body quivering beneath Darcy's weight. But she kept completely silent and made no attempt to escape. Darcy lowered her head, reaching for one with her tongue. The doorbell interrupted her.
She loosened her grip on the blonde, easing back, admiring Blair's heaving breasts. "Answer that," she said softly.
Blair obeyed. She skirted the island, padding softly toward the door, her gaze fixed on Darcy. Only when her fingers touched the handle did Darcy realize she would actually do it.
"Stop," she ordered. Blair froze, awaiting instructions. Enthralled, Darcy planted a tender kiss on her forehead and steered her behind the door.
She collected the pizza from the driver and sent him on his way with a generous tip. Setting the box on the counter she turned back toward her girlfriend, surprise accenting her expression.
"You were really going to do it, weren't you."
Blair nodded. "Anything you said, remember?"
Darcy motioned her over, wrapping her in her arms and kissing her again."
"Did you like it?"
Blair covered Darcy's hand with her own, guiding it down into the waistband of her yoga pants, pushing Darcy's middle finger through her freshly slickened slit. Darcy smiled. She circled Blair's clit several times before planting a dollop of grool on Blair's parted bottom lip.
"Let's play some more later."
...
Darcy rolled over onto Blair's pillow, the late-morning sun heating her face. She squinted at the clock distorted by glare. 10:45. Maybe. She tried to sit up but crashed back to the mattress with a muted bounce. Her arms and legs burned, a dull ache throbbing between her legs. She sighed into the pillow. Thank God for Saturdays.
Crawling out of bed she shuffled to the bathroom, stepping around crumpled clothes and used sex toys. She steadied herself against the vanity, waiting for her eyes to focus before looking in the mirror. Her breasts hung contented from her chest, her skin a warm beige, muscles lean and taught. Her hair was a disaster, but nothing a shower couldn't fix.
...
Wrapped tightly in a towel she padded across the carpet to retrieve her buzzing phone from the night stand. Maria's number greeted her when she picked it up.
"Hey Maria," she chirped, refreshed.
"Hi there," Maria replied, her voice hushed. "Just checking to see if you're still planning to come by the station later."
"I am, if that's still okay."
"Yes! Any time between 6:30 and 10:30 should work. Just text me when you get here and I'll come down and let you in." She paused a moment after a breath, then lowered her voice a little further. "This is a secret, right? I don't want to say anything I'm not supposed to."
"Yes," Darcy replied, "it's a surprise."
"Okay, my lips are sealed. See you tonight."
Darcy tossed the phone on a pillow and flopped onto the bed, wrapping herself in the comforter. The cake would be ready by 7:00; the flowers by 8:00. They would put a nice bow on the end of her birthday.
