Title: Between Us
Author: Michelle K. (CageyGrl@yahoo.com)
Summary: Being forward about the signals.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
Notes: For Maeve. And anyone else who misses Ginger.
Between Us by Michelle K.
Ginger knows that Donna's invited her out to drinks because everyone else was busy. They're acquaintances, not friends, but that doesn't mean that they can't get drunk together.
She'd say this to Donna if she thought it wouldn't embarrass her. But oh, would it. She can almost see the bashful stuttering, the "Well, I don't know." It's kinda cute, which almost makes her reverse her position.
"What do you drink?" Donna asks.
"Just a beer," Ginger shrugs.
"Two beers," she says to the bartender. Turning back to Ginger, she says, "So. How are things?"
Donna has a more detailed list of current things than Ginger. The conversation twists and snakes, until Donna's talking about her lack of a sex life.
"I just broke up with someone," Ginger offers.
"Had your rebound affair yet?" Donna smiles and leans forward. An offer?
"If I didn't?"
"I'd say you should. Another beer?" When the bartender returns, Donna is overly flirty with him, speaking in whispers and touching her neck.
Still could've been an offer.
"Josh really should get over Amy," Donna declares on beer number three. "Nothing against her, but it'll never work out. There's this....I'm boring you, aren't I?"
"No. But I was thinking that you should get over Josh."
Her forehead crinkles, eventually smoothing out as she smiles. "Might as well, considering being under him wasn't that fun."
If Ginger were the type to giggle, this would be the time. "Why didn't I know about this?"
"I didn't tell a lot of people. It was a...huge mistake. Even relative to my horrible choices." She sighs. "I should just stick to women."
And if Ginger were the type to do a spit take, this would be the time. Instead, she swallows her beer. "I'll drink to that."
Donna clinks the neck of her bottle against Ginger's. "Me too," she smiles.
"Am I attractive?"
Ginger's thinking that Donna was definitely making an offer; this is innuendo number five of the night, and she thinks she might be underestimating. "I think so."
Donna smiles. "Really?"
This can't go on for much longer.
Ginger slides forward in her seat. "Do you want to go home with me?"
Donna looks down, then back up. "Um...that's a little...forward, isn't it?"
"Being upfront? Just another thing that New Jersey encourages in its citizens."
Donna smiles. "Is there anything that isn't encouraged where you come from?"
"Yeah. But I'm not in the mood to make jokes at my home state's expense."
Things are quiet until two drinks later. Then, in a whisper, "I do want to go home with you."
"I'm not going to have couch sex," Donna mutters between kisses. "It's so...high school."
"We can go to bed--"
"No, not yet. Just wanted you to know that I'm not going all the way with you here."
"Going all the way? You don't think that's too high school?"
Ginger's learned a lot about Donna tonight. Like: She sighs every time her neck is kissed. If it's in the right place, she *really* likes being pinched. She has a birthmark on her stomach. She's a good kisser. And she looks really good partially nude.
Ginger's fingers slide over the waistband of Donna's panties.
"I told you I'm not having couch sex."
"Thus bringing about history's second utterance of that sentence."
Donna kisses Ginger's chin. "It's been said more than that. Believe me."
Donna slides her panties down and reclines on Ginger's rose colored comforter, her knees close together. "Aren't you going to join me?" she giggles nervously. "I'm feeling a little naked and alone here. Literally."
Ginger removes the last of her garments and kneels by Donna's body. She leans forward, kissing her as she cups her breasts. Donna bites Ginger's bottom lip, drawing out the parting of their lips.
Donna rocks her hips against Ginger's hand, groaning. Ginger licks a bead of sweat off Donna's neck, moving her tongue up until her lips are over Donna's. Donna pulls Ginger to her, letting her orgasm be lost in Ginger's mouth.
"Definitely should stick to women," she mutters, and Ginger smiles.
Donna flicks her tongue against Ginger's clit as she slides her hands over Ginger's stomach to cup her breasts. She squeezes Ginger's nipples as she sucks the tiny nub resting at the tip of her tongue into her mouth.
Donna should definitely stick to women. She'll tell her that when she can form sentences.
Part of Ginger wants Donna to leave. This second. She's not sure where it comes from; maybe this wasn't the right time to have a rebound fuck.
"Should I stay?"
"Yes," Ginger says, but at least it's slightly true.
At least they're not good enough friends for this to ruin anything.
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