The two women walked up the stairwell in silence. Giselle felt the urge to walk up to her own door and unlock it. She was curious. Was Ian really there? Annie unlocked her apartment while her neighbour hesitated. "You coming?", the blonde smiled and turned on the light in the entrance area. The smell of incense pushed into Giselle's nostrils. Memories flashed before her eyes. She almost squirmed. Almost.

Overcoming her fear and doubt, she followed her neighbour into the apartment. Whether it was a good idea remained to be seen, but Annie did have a point about Ian. The thoughts left her hurt and even if she managed to set her mind to the future, the bitter taste in her mouth remained. A confrontation was inevitable, too. Maybe today was a bad day to have that fight. Giselle exhaled when she pushed the door into its lock behind her. Her friend was already in the bathroom, probably relieving herself or removing the makeup. Dim lights were turned on in the living room. She remembered them from last time. Nothing had changed in the apartment.

Shoes and coat were left in the entrance area. The brunette fell onto the small sofa and sighed. Her head tilted and her vision turned to the ceiling. Then she closed her eyes and tried to make up her mind. "Why is this so fucking hard!", she whined in a whisper. Her body relaxed after a minute, her breathing went shallow, her pulse went down and the adrenaline subsided.

Showing no reaction to anything until Annie sat down next to her, her eyes finally opened and turned to look at the blonde woman. A smile crept onto her lips. Their lips met and both got swallowed by a kiss. "You okay?", the other woman asked her gently and brushed a lonely curl out of her face. "No, I don't think I am", Giselle responded softly. This time the smile seemed fake. It felt fake. Annie knew it was fake, too. "I'll grab some snacks, a cold coke and then we'll check your messages. How does that sound?". Reluctantly the brunette nodded. She had pushed her phone out of her mind completely, but she did need to check it. Tell Ian that she wouldn't be home.

Annie fed her a chunk of chocolate and kissed her afterwards. Both were settled on the sofa, next to each other and stared at the screen when a press of a button turned it on. Two messages and one call. Her mother had called earlier, probably when they were at The Pink Apple. She'd call back tomorrow. One message was from Ian.

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Ian: "Hey. Where are you? Didn't think you'd be out. I'm back from Gary's and went shopping, too. Text when you'll be home"

The text message had been sent at 4:35pm. The other message was from Laury.

Laureen: "Imagine! I got complimented today! Everyone at dinner told me that they liked my new look. That never happened before! OMG, I love it! :heart:"

Laury's message lit up her face and she immediately typed a text.

Giselle: "I am so happy for you! I told you it suits you!"

"Laureen's your coworker right? Did she change her style?", Annie wondered curiously. Giselle nodded and explained, "Laury's style has been a little bit trashy and I finally got her to tune it down a bit. I'm happy that she likes it". Both women giggled and when the message history from Ian opened up at the press of her finger, both sighed. Slowly, she composed a response.

Giselle: "I'll be home tomorrow. Noon maybe. Thanks for grocery shopping."

Before her finger hit the send button, she turned to get Annie's approval. "Don't you think he'll ask where you were?", the blonde inquired and she nodded again. "And what will you say then?". "I'll tell him that I was with you and didn't feel like coming home", she said decisively, but her face betrayed her uncertainty. Annie looked worried, "Then you'll be fighting...". "Yes, then we'll be fighting. And he can go fuck off and be with Cel. I'll need to fight this battle no matter how long I wait. Might as well do it for the right reasons".

Giselle chewed on her lower lip and hit send. She was worried. Her friend was worried, too. "Your offer still up?", she grinned over, distracting herself successfully. "Offer about what?", Annie was confused and glanced at the snacks and coke. "You wanted to fuck, remember?". "Oh. Ooooooh".

The blonde climbed on Giselle's lap and kissed her gently. The beep of the phone was easily ignored as their kisses intensified. Fingers tugged at fabric, graced gently across soft skin, gasps and sighs fired the flames of desire. A couple of minutes after the first kiss, a naked Annie pulled Giselle into the bedroom. Her surprised expression got soon replaced by a gasp of pleasure when the brunette knelt down in front of the bed and ran the tip of her tongue along the inner thighs. Soon her neighbour was moaning loudly under her kisses and the pushes of her fingers in just the right spots. She had missed this excitement and she enjoyed every moment of it now. Once waves of pleasure rushed through her, she had forgotten all her worries. Her phone started ringing. Between her own panting and the noises Annie now made between her legs, Ian's ring tone didn't get noticed. Not the first call. Not the second call. Also not the third call. Then the phone stayed quiet.