π| FIFTY SEVEN
***This woman asks something that I fear to give...***
~RACHEL~
It was past six when the knock came at the door.
You made a mental note to give her a spare key as you headed towards it, tying your robe tighter.
The entire place smelt like the vanilla choco cookies you had been baking since the past hour.
You hoped she would like them.
That was because Carmen didn't seem to you to be someone who might have a sweet tooth.
"Hai," you greeted her the moment you threw the door open.
She flashed you a half smile, filled with exhaustion, and angst.
Your excitement dimmed.
Something was wrong with her?
Why did her face look like that?
"What happened?" You asked, stepping to the side so that she could pass by and come in.
She did.
"Nothing," she replied, taking off her shoes as you locked the door.
Your brows lifted.
"Nothing?"
She shrugged.
"Yeah," she answered you without even a quick glance at you.
Your brows furrowed.
She was lying.
You knew it.
But you said nothing as you quietly followed her into the living room.
She crashed into one of the sofas with a deep sigh of relief.
Seemed like she had had a tedious day at work today, you guessed as you crossed your arms over your chest with a piercing gaze.
You stood there, studying her, waiting for her to tell you what exactly was wrong with her because you definitely knew something was.
When she opened her eyes, she seemed a bit surprised to meet your steady, focused gaze on her.
She titled her head.
"What?" She asked while leaning forward with a small smile.
"Something happened. I can tell Carmen," you said to her.
It was an accusation.
She didn't deny it.
"Rachel."
She stood short.
Time passed.
She sighed, again.
"Fine," she said leaning back again, arms spread wide. "I had a really rough day at work, today, better?"
It wasn't.
Yet, you nodded.
"I could tell," you said, going to her and settling yourself onto her lap.
She looked at you.
The corner of your lips started to curve and you touched her face.
"Rachel?" She mused.
You said nothing while rubbing your thumb tenderly over her luscious lips, needy.
"Maybe you need a little something to take all of that edge off."
She was still for a second.
Then, she chuckled.
The vibrating sound was soft and kind of melodious to your ears.
The laugh lines around her face morphed into a master piece.
She was beautiful.
The thought causes your clit to tighten, throbbing below.
"Rachel," she drawled.
You rolled your eyes.
"What?" I demanded.
"I'm tired," she whispered, "and possibly famished too."
You pursed your lips.
"Fine," you snapped, slightly annoyed, attempting to get off her thighs.
But she didn't let you, her hands wrapping tighter around your waist and holding you put.
"I'm tired," she started. "Yes. But not too tired to hold you little kitten."
She leaned in closer, her nose sniffing as it dug into your neck.
Electric sensations travelled down the length of your spine.
"You smell heavenly," she complimented with a purr.
A grin stole your visage.
You were glad that she had noticed all of the scents you had put on in preparation for her arrival.
"I bet I'll taste heavenly too, if you are willing to try it," you added.
She halted.
There was a small pause.
"Maybe after a meal, Rachel. My mind is too occupied with what went down today," she said.
"What exactly is that?" You urged her.
She leaned back to look at you.
"I really don't want to talk about any of that Rachel," she began.
Your watched her swallow.
"And if I touch you now, I might loose a grip on my emotions."
A sinister smile lifted the corners of your lips at that instant.
"I don't mind."
Her eyes widened.
"You can loose more than your grip with me, as long as it makes you feel better after," you mused.
Her brows lifted.
"You do know what you are asking for right, Rachel?" She asked.
You nodded.
"Yes Carmen, yes I do."
...OmaPhinaPhire🔥
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