Capture My
Heart
Part 2
by PatsBard
Disclaimers: This is a work of original erotic fiction copyrighted by the author. The characters within may not be borrowed for use in another story without the express consent of the author.
Sex Disclaimer: This story involves graphic, consensual sex between two women. If this is illegal in your part of the world, or if you are underage, please do not read any further.
Comments and Constructive Criticisms: May be sent to the author at barbd@peganet.com.
Copyright March 2000 by Barbara Davey
Chapter 2
Bass thumping, guitars twanging, and a high tenor warbling heart breaking lyrics accompanied Stacy as she bustled through her apartment in a cleaning frenzy. Sometimes she used rock and roll, sometimes she used alternative rock, but this time she needed to exorcize her pain and the best method for that was classic country. Hank Williams Senior knew how she felt.
“I’m walkin’ the floor over you. I can’t sleep a wink that is true…” she sang along with the CD. Of course, she was crawling across the floor at the moment, but the thought was the same. After tossing and turning for half the night, Stacy had given up and began to clean her apartment from top to bottom. When she was angry or upset it was the only thing that seemed to clear her mind, but she was almost finished and she could still feel the tears ready to fall.
The ringing of the phone caught her attention and she rushed to turn the music down, then snatched the receiver before it could ring for the fifth time. “Hello?”
“Hello. Stacy? This is Emily Brandt.”
Stacy stared at the phone for a minute then brought it back to her ear when she heard her name coming from it in louder and louder tones. “I’m here. Sorry, I just had to catch my breath for a second,” she finally replied.
“Am I interrupting?” Emily asked, concerned.
“No, no…just finishing up some housework, actually. What can I do for you?” Even though her entire body was trembling, the blonde was pretty proud of the fact that her voice was polite and even. She had this horrible feeling, though, that if Emily started whispering she’d fall over in a dead faint. She sounded entirely too much like her.
“Well, I was just wondering…if you’re not too busy and all…if you’d mind if my sister and I stopped over.”
A muted voice in the background protested. Stacy caught vague snatches. “But you said… I didn’t know I’d… Dammit, Emily!”
“Emily? What’s going on?” Stacy’s heart was pounding furiously in her chest. She knew who Emily’s sister was, she had thought of nothing else since the woman and her husband had dropped her off the day before. But she never thought in a million years that she’d be coming to her house, or anywhere close to her, this soon.
There was a hushed conversation, then Emily came back on the line. “There,” she stated smugly. “All settled. We’ll be over in an hour, is that all right with you?”
Stacy had a feeling that she had little choice in the matter. She nodded mutely and blushed when she realized Emily couldn’t see her. “Y-yes. That’s fine. I’ll be here.”
“Wonderful! Crystal and I will see you shortly, then. Bye-bye!”
A click and Stacy was staring stupidly at the phone, wondering what the hell had just happened. “Crystal.” She tried her mystery lover’s name out and it tasted sweet on her tongue. Hugging herself, she drifted in memories for a long space of time.
“An hour!” The soft smile gracing her lips disappeared as Stacy lunged to her bedroom to begin the arduous task of picking out what to wear. What exactly did one wear for the woman who took your heart then disappeared without a trace?
Fifty-five minutes later Stacy was pacing in front of her door, comfortably dressed in a forest green sweater and a pair of her favorite jeans. Shoes had given her pause, but she’d finally decided to wear white Reeboks. It’s not like they were going out anywhere, after all. She could only imagine the types of high-class restaurants the Brandt’s frequented and highly doubted she’d ever see the interior of one.
The buzzer rang, interrupting her rambling thoughts and she quickly pressed the button by the door. “Come on up.” Stacy released a sigh at the audible tremor in her voice. Good start, wonder child, she chastised herself, tugging gently at the hem of her sweater and nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Soon enough, a knock came at the door and she took a deep, calming breath before opening it to receive her visitors.
Emily entered first, taking Stacy’s hands in hers and depositing a gentle kiss on her cheek. “How are you feeling? Better today, dear?”
“Fine, thank you,” Stacy replied, a light blush tinting her cheeks, and she couldn’t help her smile. Something about Emily Brandt comforted her and made her feel at ease, even though other emotions were roiling through her. “Come in, please.”
Emily took two steps forward, then looked back over her shoulder and sighed. “I swear…” she muttered softly. A long arm reached around the door jam and pulled a black leather jacket and its owner into the apartment.
Stacy’s breath caught in her throat as soon as Crystal stumbled into the room. Identical twins, yes, but where Emily was softly curving and radiated a soothing warmth, her sister was all angles and planes, unease fairly pulsing off her. For the briefest second emerald and amber met, and Stacy was back in that hotel room with her body on fire, desperate for this dark haired savior to bring her home.
Then Crystal dropped her gaze and the moment was lost.
Not trusting her voice, Stacy waved the two women to the over-stuffed couch in the center of the living area. Emily gave her a bright smile and looked around in approval. “Nice place you have here, Stacy.”
The apartment was modestly decorated with a few paintings hung here and there. An entertainment center lined with bookshelves took up most of the left wall, while the right had a closet, a hallway leading to the bathroom and bedroom, and then the entrance to the kitchen just visible in the far corner. Sliding glass doors, hidden now by pale blue drapes, led to a small balcony outside.
“Thank you,” Stacy responded shyly. She couldn’t help noticing that Crystal was looking everywhere but at her, and she slowly sat down in the recliner. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she clasped them together in her lap.
The silence in the room was almost unbearable and Stacy had the fleeting wish that she’d thought to leave the stereo on. Then again, she had no idea what type of music these two women liked. The only music in the hotel room that night had been the music she and Crystal had…
The blood rushed to Stacy’s head so quickly she was left with tears in her eyes. Mumbling something about drinks, she escaped to her small kitchen where she leaned against the counter and struggled to get her breathing under control. She could hear the two women talking in the other room and when they fell silent, she hurried to retrieve the coffee cups.
“Let me help you with that, Stacy.” The blonde jumped a foot in the air, startling a laugh out of Emily. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to surprise you.”
Stacy gave her a faltering smile back and sighed. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” she admitted.
Emily favored her with a steady gaze and shook her head. “I believe you and Crystal met last month, didn’t you?” she asked delicately.
Concentrating on pouring the coffee, Stacy took a moment to reply. “Yes. In a manner of speaking, that is.” She squared her shoulders and looked directly at her guest. “Somehow I don’t think your sister remembers it at all, Mrs. Brandt.”
“Please, Stacy, call me Emily.” The dark haired woman gave a pained smile. “My sister isn’t known for her subtlety, but trust me…she remembers you.” She took a deep breath and leaned against the counter. “Crystal left New York the day after the party. Yesterday was the first time I’ve spoken with her since then.”
“Why are you telling me this? Why are you even here?” Stacy cried, fighting to keep the tears at bay.
Emily wrapped the smaller woman up in a hug and sighed heavily. “I’m here because I saw how you reacted to me yesterday and I knew my sister had to be involved. When I called her, she confirmed it. I don’t know you, Stacy,” she leaned back to look the girl directly in the eye, “but I know Crystal hurt you and I won’t allow that to happen.”
The sound of a throat clearing drew them apart. Stacy finished with the coffee and composed herself while Crystal and Emily glared at each other. The trio was silent again as they went back into the living room.
Emily took up the monumental task of getting the ball rolling. “Odd as this is,” she began with a wry grin, “Stacy McAllister, this is my sister, Crystal Beaumont.” When neither woman seemed to want to say anything, she sighed and continued. “Stacy, I believe Crystal wants to say something to you.” She nudged her sister hard with her elbow.
‘Dammit, Em, you don’t have to poke me!” Crystal hissed viciously.
Stacy couldn’t help it. She laughed. The absurdity of sitting in her own living room with two identical gorgeous women who were snipping at each other was just too much. She laughed until tears streamed down her face, while Crystal and Emily gaped at her. “I’m sorry,” she finally gasped out. “You two are just too much. One of you trying to defend the honor of a woman you don’t even know, and the other trying to figure out how to get the hell out of my apartment without being noticed.” She shook her head and wiped at her eyes.
“Yes, well…” The chirping of a cell phone interrupted Emily’s words and she politely excused herself.
Stacy leaned back in her chair, hiding her face behind her hand. She didn’t want to risk looking at Crystal. That one time in the doorway had been quite enough to know that she’d still walk through fire for just one glimpse of her smile. It made no sense.
Emily breezed back into the room and patted Crystal on the shoulder. “I have an appointment I forgot about, Crystal. Do you mind staying here while I go take care of it? I thought so,” she continued, not giving her sister a chance to answer. “Stacy, just give me a call when you want me to get her out of your hair, all right? Good! Bye then.” And she was out the door so fast, neither Stacy nor Crystal could get a word in.
Two intimately acquainted strangers sat staring at each other in stunned amazement.
•••
Crystal snapped her mouth shut and glanced uneasily around the room, before bringing her attention back to the small blonde who lived in her dreams. “My sister has delusions of knighthood,” she explained quietly. Long, slender fingers picked up the coffee cup and gently swirled its contents. “She’s a sucker for beautiful maidens in distress.”
“And you’re not?” Stacy asked.
Full lips twisted in a wry grin. “I usually cause the distress.”
Stacy’s eyes dropped as she was filled with keen disappointment. “I see. So you run around picking up women, while your sister follows along and tries to put the pieces back together again when you’re through with them.” She laughed bitterly. “Is her ‘appointment’ with another one of your conquests?”
Crystal flushed uncomfortably. “No. I don’t know what the deal is with that. And she’s never gotten involved in my…affairs…before.” She shrugged. “The women I get involved are pretty happy to get whatever piece of me they can. When it’s over, it’s over.” Even as she spoke, she was wincing internally. She didn’t want to talk about all this. Especially to this girl. Christ, Stacy was the only one she….
Not going there. No way.
But she couldn’t keep herself from following the small blonde with her eyes. Watching as her hips swayed under the tight jeans she was wearing. Hands twitching as they remembered the firm swell of the girl’s behind in their grasp. Then drawing in a sharp breath when Stacy turned around and showed her the teardrops glistening in mist green eyes.
“Why are you here?” the girl demanded hoarsely. “You took my body, you had your fun with me. What the hell else do you want from me?”
Everything.
“Nothing.” Crystal stood up and towered over the smaller woman, so close she could see flecks of brown floating in the girl’s irises. “Emily told me to apologize to you. So there,” she took a deep breath and heaved it out in a sigh, “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I just wanted… Damn!” She turned and stormed to the door.
“No! You wait just a minute!” Stacy ran after her and pulled her back around. Crystal swept a trembling hand through her hair and kept her gaze fixed over Stacy’s shoulder. “Just wanted what? Dammit, look at me, Crystal!”
“I just wanted…” Their eyes met and Crystal was lost again. This was why she ignored every other beautiful woman in the room that night. This was why she left that morning. This was why she hopped on the first plane she found and left the country.
Her head dipped down and she touched the soft lips that mesmerized her, with the barest hint of pressure to remind herself of their heat. Then more as she leaned further into the girl and drank greedily from her, arms sliding effortlessly around Stacy’s trim waist, exulting as the blonde’s hands tangled in her hair, groaning as her tongue was met by another and they tasted each other’s souls.
Slowly she drew back, strong hands keeping Stacy’s hips tight against her own. “I just wanted…to see if you tasted as good as you looked,” she finished, swallowing hard and trying to stop her knees from buckling. “You were so beautiful,” she added in a whisper. “I couldn’t stay away from you.”
Stacy searched the woman’s eyes for the truth. A deep, endless expanse of wheaten gold gazed steadily back at her, aching with need. She buried her face in the warm silk of Crystal’s shirt and breathed in the musky fragrance of her perfume. “Why did you leave me, then?” Her body trembled with the onslaught of memories. “It felt so special…so right. And then you were gone without a word or a note or anything.”
“That’s what I do, Em.” For the first time in her life, Crystal was ashamed of her cavalier attitude toward women. She had tried—God knows she had tried—to lump Stacy in the same category as every other woman she had loved and left. Gorgeous, empty shells placed on Earth simply for her pleasure, and she had taken what she wanted and went on her merry way never thinking of them again.
Until Stacy.
Until one small blonde with eyes that swept from forest green to the aquamarine of the Caribbean Sea all in a matter of moments. Whose blonde hair shimmered with streaks of sunshine, and whose fresh-faced innocence made her heart clench in her chest with a longing so fierce she couldn’t breathe. One tiny woman who left her more frightened than when she dangled from a mountainside by her fingertips with nothing but air between her and the boulder-strewn ground two thousand feet below. Why did she leave, indeed.
She pressed a kiss into Stacy’s hair and slowly led her over to the couch. Arranging a small pillow against the arm and stretching full length along the cushions, she beckoned for the girl to join her. Anxious to be wrapped up in the heat of those long arms again, Stacy hastened to comply.
Crystal valiantly ignored the sparks of desire coursing through her veins. Instead, she concentrated on lightly massaging Stacy’s shoulders with one hand, while the other rested on the pert upsweep of her cute backside.
“I didn’t want to leave,” she finally admitted on a soft exhalation of air. “And I thought that if I left the way I did, then we’d never see each other again and my life would get back to normal.”
Stacy frowned in confusion. “You mean meeting a complete stranger and sweeping her off her feet isn’t normal for you?” A chuckle rumbled through the chest beneath her.
“Oh, that’s normal, all right. What isn’t normal is for me to want the night to never end.” A finger traced the blonde’s earlobe. “Emily’s the settling type, not me. She’s always wanted a home, a family…the two point five kids society demands of women. I just wanted to be free. To go wherever I wanted to, whenever I wanted to. Just hop on a plane or in a car and take off without having to check in with anyone.”
“What did meeting me do to threaten that?” Stacy wondered out loud, intrigued with a small bump that formed under the silk of Crystal’s shirt. She kept herself from touching her tongue to it, but it was a close thing.
Suddenly she was lifted in the air, amber eyes burning into her own. “Because when I saw you…when I touched you…I never wanted to let you go again.” Just as quickly, she was pressed back into the pillows of Crystal’s breasts, long arms hugging her tightly while her lower body was wrapped in the iron strength of Crystal’s legs. “I don’t know if I could live like that.”
Stacy tried to see the world through Crystal’s eyes, but it was completely foreign to her. She had worked hard to earn this apartment, to have a place she could call home. Her job might not be much in the grand scheme of things, but she gave it her all and she’d met her closest friends there. She’d even gotten a second job in order to keep the sense of security living in one place gave her.
She sighed heavily and untangled herself from her warm nest. She couldn’t bring herself to go far…only to the floor with her back against the couch. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she leaned her head on her crossed arms, steadfastly ignoring Crystal shifting positions behind her.
A lone tear leaked from her eye at the soft question. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“We don’t have much in common, do we?” she answered sadly.
“No,” came the equally sad reply. “We don’t.”
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(c) 2000, Barbara Davey