Capture My
Heart
Part 3
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
Crystal rolled over onto her side, pulling Stacy back against the couch and resting her chin on the girl’s shoulder. “You know,” she mused thoughtfully, “we didn’t have anything in common last month either.”
It took Stacy a minute to work that one through, the low voice in her ear making it difficult to think clearly. Shaking her head, she turned around to look into sparkling eyes. “You are so bad. You just want to get me into bed again!” Her expression of righteous indignation was ruined by the smile edging onto her lips.
“I never said any such thing!” Crystal laughed. “I simply made an observation, that’s all. But if you want to go to bed, we can do that, too.” Dark eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
The blonde leaned over and stole a quick kiss. Crystal was just too close to her to keep from touching one way or another, and she wrapped her fingers around a strong forearm to maintain contact.
A heavy sigh escaped her and she ignored the tempting offer for the moment. “You like to jaunt around the world, I like to stay at home. You’re rich, I’m poor…”
“You’re blonde, I’m brunette,” Crystal cut in. “And you’re hardly poor, Stacy.”
“I have enough to make ends meet and that’s about it, Crys.”
This time it was Crystal who sighed. “You’re making this more difficult than it has to be.”
“I’m just trying to be realistic, that’s all,” Stacy returned. “We spent one night together and then you ran away. If it wasn’t for your sister, you wouldn’t even be here right now.”
Crystal had the decency to blush at that. “Yeah, well…I’d have found you eventually,” she mumbled, staring at the floor.
“Would you have? It’s been a month now. You probably never even gave me a second thought.”
Crystal’s head snapped up and she glared at the smaller woman. “That’s not true! I thought about you every day…every other minute. And when I slept I dreamt about you!”
“Then why didn’t you come back?” Stacy’s voice was thick with the grief and anger she’d kept bottled up for four weeks, and the tears she’d been holding back streaked down flushed cheeks.
Crystal swung over the edge of the couch and gathered Stacy into her arms, tucking the blonde head into the crook of her shoulder. Gently, she rocked the girl, her mind swirling with words she didn’t know how to say.
“I thought it would go away,” she whispered finally. “I didn’t know. I swear it. I just didn’t know.”
They sat like that for some time, until the shadows from the fading light touched their tangled forms and reminded them of the hour. “You should probably call your sister,” Stacy mentioned softly.
Crystal tightened her arms around the girl, then slowly got up without a word. Stretching a hand out, she helped Stacy up as well. Once they were both standing, Crystal shoved her hands in her pockets and looked aimlessly around the room. Nothing had gone the way she had pictured it earlier.
A
simple phone conversation: “Hi, this is Crystal. I’m the one who rocked your
little world last month. So sorry for the inconvenience. Hope you have a nice
life.” And that would have been the end of it. No touching of velvet-soft skin,
no running of fingers through silky blonde hair, no tasting of pink lips that
begged to be kissed. No....
Well, fuck.
The call to her sister didn’t take long; no doubt she’d been sitting impatiently by the phone. With that taken care of, Crystal found herself at a loss once more.
“I get off work at 5:00 tomorrow,” Stacy volunteered hesitantly.
A dark eyebrow rose sharply and Crystal pursed her lips in thought. “Do you, now. That’s handy to know.” Mist green eyes dropped to the floor, eliciting a sigh from the dark woman. “I’ll…umm…probably still be in town. You could give me a call, maybe. If you want.”
Much to the jetsetter’s dismay, she felt sweat dampening her hands and she sighed again. One night and one night only, with maybe the odd weekend thrown in here and there. That was her rule. Give ‘em anything more and they started talking about relationships and commitments. She shuddered in reaction. That was Emily’s bailiwick, not hers. What was the point of good looks and money if you tied yourself down and couldn’t enjoy it?
Her attention was drawn back to Stacy, who was busily straightening the cushions. The dark woman cleared her throat. “So…you’ll call, right?”
Stacy looked up and bit her lip anxiously. “Promise you’ll be there?”
Oh yes. Crystal Beaumont, playgirl extraordinaire, was going to be sitting by the phone waiting for a little slip of a woman to call her. There was something seriously wrong here.
“I’ll be waiting. I promise,” she answered softly, startled by the sudden wave of anticipation that washed through her at the words.
The smile that lit Stacy’s face was enough to make Crystal wish she hadn’t called Emily yet. But the harsh jangle of the buzzer let her know it was too late. Slipping her jacket on, she stepped closer to the door while the blonde let Emily know Crystal was on her way down.
“All right then,” she said with forced cheerfulness. “Guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow it is,” Stacy answered with a small smile.
“Right. Okay.” Crystal hesitated for a moment longer, causing the blonde to tilt her head questioningly. With a sheepish grin, she leaned down and gave Stacy a quick goodbye kiss, which left them both a little breathless.
They stared at each other for another eternity before Crystal went out the door and jogged down the steps, certain that if she lingered one minute more she’d end up doing something really ridiculous.
Like dragging the pretty blonde into the bedroom and locking them inside until she’d loved her out of her system.
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She didn't want to go.
Every step she took away from the small apartment and the woman within required all of her concentration to make. By the time Crystal made it to the outer doors of the building, her heart was pounding like a jackhammer and her head ached from the tightness of her jaw. The dark haired woman practically ran to the safety of her sister's Mercedes.
Trembling hands fought with the seatbelt before successfully engaging it. “Goddamned piece of crap car,” she snarled, crossing her arms defensively and sinking back into the plush leather of the seat.
“Things went well, I take it?” Emily asked cheerfully as she eased out into traffic.
Crystal shot her a narrow-eyed glare. “Peachy. Just peachy.”
Full lips twitched against a smile, but Emily managed not to speak for several more minutes. Then she couldn't take it any longer. “So, what happened?”
Crystal sighed heavily and stared out the window. “I apologized; she accepted,” she responded tersely.
“And?"
Another sigh. “We come from two different worlds...completely different wants and needs,” Crystal stated flatly. “A relationship would never work out.”
Emily choked on an aborted laugh, getting another narrow-eyed gaze thrown at her.
“What?” Crystal finally asked as their surroundings slowly changed to the rolling hills of the suburbs.
“So when are you going to see her again?” Emily grinned.
Crystal tried. She really did. But the twinkle in her sister's eyes was too much for her and she gave in to the smile threatening to burst out on her own features. “She's calling me tomorrow after work.”
“Yes!” Emily pumped her fist and yelled, somehow managing to turn into the driveway without wrecking the car. She barely waited for her laughing sister before dashing into the house.
“Michael? Michael! You got that spare ball and chain somewhere handy around here?” She was hollering loud enough to be heard down the block.
Crystal just shook her head and groaned in mock despair. Poor Stacy had no idea what she was in for.
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Stacy forcibly pulled her hand away from the cool metal of the doorknob, clasping her fingers tightly together and making her shaky way back to the couch. I will not follow her; I will not follow her. She sighed and buried her head in her hands. What on earth had she been thinking? Hadn’t they already decided they were too different to form any type of relationship? There was nothing but heartbreak ahead and the small blonde knew it. Well, that and great sex, but still.
“I can’t believe I told her I’d call,” she muttered aloud. “What am I, a masochist? Here,” she waved her hand through the air, “take my heart and crush it. Too far away, you say? No problem, I’ll just slip it under your boot for you.”
Standing up abruptly, she ranted her way into the kitchen where she grabbed a pint of ice cream out of the freezer. She propped herself against the counter and expelled a puff of air, digging her spoon viciously into the innocent carton. “She’s probably laughing at me right now,” she decided, before taking a huge mouthful and swallowing quickly.
The resulting instant headache left her dancing around the kitchen with the heel of her hand pressed against her forehead, and muttering curses she didn’t realize she knew. Once the pain eased, she put the offensive treat away and began scrounging for something safer to nibble on to distract her thoughts.
Nothing worked.
Despite every effort, her thoughts continued to go back to the raven-haired beauty and the memory of those long legs wrapped around her. Full breasts pressing deliciously against her back, fingers igniting strands of fire, lips devouring her with a hunger she’d never experienced before….
Stacy choked out a sob and stumbled out of the kitchen. God, she wanted that woman so badly her teeth ached. She snatched up the remote and resolutely pressed buttons. She’d submerge herself in mindless sitcoms. That’d do the trick, she was sure.
And it did work, after a fashion; the inane programs put the blonde right to sleep. On the other hand, her dreams sent her straight into the arms of her dark lover and when she woke a few hours later, she was more frustrated than before. Stacy forced herself to eat a little something, then stumbled into the bathroom for a nice hot shower. She was just toweling off when the ringing of the phone made her jump three feet in the air.
Wrapping the thick towel tightly around her torso, she sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the cordless. “Hello?”
“Hi.”
Green eyes blinked in shock until a small voice mentioned that Crystal wouldn’t possibly call her like this. “Emily? Is anything wrong?”
“Umm…it’s not Emily. It’s Crystal.”
Stacy slid off the bed, while her mouth worked silently. Finally regaining a bit of sense, she put the receiver back on her ear. “Oh. Hi,” she answered weakly. “Did you…change your mind about tomorrow?”
“No! Not at all.” Crystal rolled her eyes at herself and settled more comfortably on her waterbed. “I just wanted to…you know…say good night.”
Stacy felt a quick thrill of happiness run through her, then she frowned. “All right, Emily. Stop this right now. You know damned well Crystal would never call me to say good night.” She paused briefly as the towel slipped. “Damn! Hold on a sec.” The blonde rearranged the towel and got back up onto the bed.
“Stacy, come on. It’s me…really.” The noises on the other end of the line were driving Crystal crazy. “What are you doing?” She would never have asked if she could have seen the wicked smile cross Stacy’s face, much less what the woman was wearing.
One way to prove which twin I’m talking to, Stacy decided. “I just got out of the shower,” she purred softly. “My towel slipped so I had to fix it.” There was an extended silence on the other end of the line. “You still there?” she asked, trying desperately not to laugh.
“T–towel?” Came the slightly breathless response. “You mean around your hair, right? Not…you know. Your hair’s in a towel.”
“Nooo,” Stacy drawled out. “I mean my body is wrapped in a towel. And I grabbed one of the small ones by mistake.” What the heck. Might’s well do this up good, she figured.
There was an odd choking noise and when Crystal finally spoke, her voice was trembling slightly. “Let me get this straight. You’re standing there talking to me wearing nothing but a towel.” Wrapped around beautiful, silky-smooth, ivory skin, she added silently, increasing her own torture.
“Close.” Stacy stifled another giggle. “I’m not standing. I’m sitting on my bed.” Crack. The blonde jerked the phone away and rubbed her ear. “What the heck was that?” she asked.
“Sorry. Sorry. I dropped the phone. Not a problem. I got it.” A deep, quavering breath. “Maybe I should let you go so you can…ah…get dressed. For bed…I mean, sleep.” Tanned fingers ran through tousled, dark hair and Crystal swore Emily had cranked the heat up in her room.
“Crystal?”
“Yes?” she answered hesitantly.
“I don’t wear clothes to bed.”
“GoodnightSweetdreamsTalktoyoutomorrow!” Click.
Stacy gave in and rolled across the bed, howling with laughter. That was Crystal, all right. Nice to see it wasn’t just her libido and imagination working overtime. The blonde was still chuckling when she slipped into her flannel PJ’s and settled back for a peaceful night’s sleep.
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(c) 2000, Barbara Davey