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When gentle lips pressed against her own, the trainer's reciprocation came far faster than her thoughts. The contact was light, and practically fleeting. It made her chest tighten, though in a way that was completely different than past relations. Her eyes fluttered open, leaning back slightly to try and search Lena's eyes for some sort of answer or explanation. Though they were talking of intimate subjects, she hadn't expected the dancer to kiss her.
"What was that for?" She asked, voice dropping to a whisper; she didn't think it could carry any louder. By no means was she upset or angered, but confusion shone in her eyes as she looked at the dancer.
She pulled away after Natalie did and licked her lips. The question brought forth a smile and a shrug before Lena responded.
"Admittedly not as smooth as I thought I was but um...I've wanted to know what that felt like since we met. I just...didn't think you'd have appreciated it back then."
It sounded a little callous said out loud but Lena had always just been curious. They'd developed such a familiarity with each other that Lena couldn't help but want to step into the next phase with Natalie.
It just seemed like the most natural progression.
"Unless...you don't want this. I'll stay in my lane if you don't. Just say the word."
Since they had first met? Natalie's eyes grew wide as an explanation filled the air around them. She still remained within close proximity, her breath dusting the dancer's lips as she exhaled. They'd known each other for years now; the idea to hold it in for so long had her mind buzzing. Then again, so did the alcohol. She had always considered Lena to be a friend, but this was something else entirely. But why had she waited so long?
Nat reflected back on the last kiss she had; a few weeks ago and it had made her sick to her stomach. It was nothing like the way she felt with her current company.
"I don't know." Natalie confessed, feeling like she deserved to give Lena an honest answer. Still, she leaned in a little closer, catching the dancer's lips again lightly.
With a small smile, Lena pulled Natalie closer, tilting her head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss. Lena was thoroughly enjoying the soft lips on hers and now that the animals were elsewhere, it made things a lot easier to maneuver.
In hindsight, Lena supposed she should have prefaced this with the fact that she was sleeping with someone else. But would it even matter? It wasn't like her and Damian were together.
Maybe that was for later.
She let her fingers run through Natalie's soft hair, catching it at her neck as she swung her leg over Natalie's, straddling her. "Is this okay?" She asked.
What had started with gentle progression quickly turned a little more heated when Lena deepened the kiss between them. Her hands slowly wrapped around the dancer's waist, settling there, even as she chose to shift on top of the trainer. By the time their lips broke apart, Natalie felt herself short of breath and chest pounding. It'd like she'd just gone for a run without having to move a muscle.
Her mind was racing, and it was too fast to catch up with in a moment like then. Briefly, her eyes fluttered open to catch Lena's - and with a brief moment of eye contact between them, she hoped it was enough to say what her voice couldn't manage. To confirm it, her arms wrapped tighter around the dancer.
Had she been just a little bit more sober, Lena would have had the sense to let Natalie know what she would have to expect. Or not expect from this. She would happily give into her urges with anybody but she always wanted her partners to know where she was at.
But she wasn't sober and things were just getting good. Tomorrow was going to be another think coming.
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Waking up with a familiar scent so close to her nose was comforting but Lena did not feel like she was in a familiar place. Her legs were tangled in the sheets while her hand was wrapped around a warm body. She opened her eyes and saw Natalie tastefully covered by her pets while Lena had Leo's butt in her face.
Licking her lips, she carefully got up, letting her hand drag across Natalie's bare stomach. She pulled her knees up to her chest and pressed the heel of her palm against her browbone, groaning at the buzzing in her head.
She turned to look at Natalie who was still sleeping peacefully. God she was really beautiful, wasn't she? Lena couldn't help but lean down to press her lips against Natalie's.
Sighing, she got out of bed, careful not to kick Johnny out as she tip toed out of the room to grab her toiletries bag to start washing up.
Fortunately, white wine didn't often cause a hangover for Nat, but she had a tendency to sleep a little heavier after a night of it, and given that the course of events had kept her awake far later than she could have expected, the trainer remained sleeping soundly even as the morning sun filtered in through the cracks in her curtains. Animals had made her way into her large bed, insuring that there was little space to actually move.
Fingers trailing across her skin were the first thing to register on her mind, slow as it was to come out of slumber. A small hum escaped her before she felt pressure against her lips, the prior nights events falling into place.
And suddenly, she was gone. Her eyes squeezed shut more tightly before finally finding the strength to open. The trainer pulled the blankets up around her shoulders, easing herself up without disturbing the large dog beside her. Glancing down at all the pets, her eyebrows furrowed. She had been sure she closed the door. Clearing her throat, she tried to peer into the bathroom to follow where she assumed Lena wandered off to. "Good morning."
She was done brushing her teeth when she heard Natalie calling out. "Morning." The Aussie responded a small smile on her face. She zipped up her toiletries bag and opened the door to find Natalie on the other side covered in her blanket.
She looked down at her own bare body and gave Natalie a cheeky grin before moving towards the clothes she had abandoned from last night. Pulling them on, she turned to Natalie. "Have a good sleep?" She asked before approaching her to give her a peck on her cheek.
With the first sound of voices, all the animals in the room started to stir. Immediately, Oz's tail started to wag and Natalie let out a little chuckle at the dog's instant energy. She wished she could borrow some of that. Her hand lifted, running through long, dark locks before letting it settle over her shoulders. When Lena neared, she smiled softly. "Yes, did you?" She asked, eyebrows quirking upward as she started to shift out from under the covers and towards her closet.
There were four dogs in there, after all. It was morning ritual to wake up and let them out. She slipped a t-shirt on over her form.
The pups and Leo were still snoring away, unfazed by all the moving and the sounds. It was a good thing for Lena because she liked to sleep in.
"Yeah. It's nice waking up with a person beside me instead of just the animals." She chuckled, tying up her hair in a messy ponytail. She walked over to Natalie, slipping her arms around the other woman's waist and kissed the back of her shoulder.
"Hey, can we talk?" The redhead asked after a beat. She was suddenly very nervous, something she didn't often feel around Natalie.
Before she could step into her garments, Natalie felt a set of familiar arms wrap around her once again. It drew a small laugh out of the trainer as she turned her head to try and catch sight of the dancer. The most she caught was locks of bright red hair, given their closeness. Though Natalie was slow to pick it up, the quick question from her dog had her eyebrows furrowing. They had a far better sense of the human spectrum than the brunette did.
"Yes. Of course." Natalie turned properly this time, hands settling on Lena's shoulders. "Is something wrong?"
Lena shook her head, even though she was still unsure how this conversation was going to end. As she looked at Natalie, a small twinge of guilt settled in the pit of her stomach.
She walked back to the bed and sat on the edge, patting the space beside her. "Last night...whatever I remembered, was really great but...I didn't get to tell you what I usually tell my partners?"
This was already starting out a little bad but Lena stuck to it. There's no reason for her to not get it out.
"Full disclosure, you're not the only one I've been sleeping with. I'm seeing a few other people but...like not...we're not a couple. It's...strictly sex."
She looked up at Natalie with a sheepish smile. "I would have told you last night but we hit the booze a little hard."
Only when she could properly look at Lena could she register that something was wrong. Natalie's eyes grew wide as she waiting for what could possibly be the worst, that the dancer had regretted the prior nights events. At least she was telling her now; the trainer did just explain how she'd rather know people's feelings up front. She sucked in a short breath, waiting for the blow to land before something else came entirely.
Confusion quickly settled into her features, a crease forming between her eyebrows. Though they had gone through a bottle of wine together, the evenings events remained clear with the trainer. It wasn't the sort of thing she would be quick to forget.
As Lena continued her explanation, Natalie felt a shot of tension run through her spine, forcing it to straighten a little as she did her best to hear the woman out. Her tongue crossed the length of her lips before she thought to speak. "That - um. That makes sense."
When Natalie finally responded, it wasn't with the full strength of conviction that Lena believed the other woman actually believed what she was saying. She turned to face Natalie and gingerly reached out to take her hand.
"Natalie, I won't lie to you, that much I can assure you. If you're okay with that, I want you to know that I want this. Us." She gestured the space between them before looking at Natalie's face for any signs.
What felt like a promise not to lie seemed as if it came a little too late. Good intentions poured out of the dancer, but they fell flat. Her hand hands slowly withdrew, abandoning the connection as she took a step back. She said she wanted this. Them. She reached down, drawing a garment out of the drawer and stepping into it, pulling the fabric up to her waist before she searched for a pair of jeans.
"You said you'd wanted to do that since you first met me." Natalie started to slowly voice her thoughts, though quietly. She could feel the tension of several minds all at once, none of which were the one that she actually wished she could hear. "That was years ago." She secured a pair of jeans, slipping them on as she continued to talk. "Are you sure that you hadn't just gotten what you really wanted last night?"
