Vancouver Nights

by Blythe Stone

  “I sent you some stuff I’ve been working on,” Farrow said. “If you still care at all you’ll love it.”

  “Of course I care.”

  “You know what I mean. Life is too short to be buried by work but your technical side might go nuts with this. And I know you’ll fix my cracks.”

  “That so?”

  “Mhmm.”

  “How’s Wynn?” I asked, needing to not think about how he was right. We worked best as a team. Letting go of my role in that was challenging and it gave me some fear. At least with Farrow I always belonged. Changing tides couldn’t offer such security but I had nothing to lose. I’d been at my bottom.

  It was smarter for me to choose to be his friend now, ignore work, and ask about his life.

  “Hangin’ in there,” Farrow sighed. “We’re trying not to get too excited. Everything seems to be going well and all the tests are positive. That’s what the doctors say.”

  “Wait. The tests?”

  “For the baby,” he reminded.

  “Oh Farrow,” I sat up and blinked a little, taking my sunglasses off and pinching the bridge of my nose to try and get myself not to cry. “That’s so great, congratulations!”

  “Thanks,” he said honestly. “Everything we read warns us of how quickly things can go south. Wynn’s parents are so excited and her sister is staying with us now. We’re both just trying to do the right things and not think about it.”

  “Sounds familiar,” I laughed.

  “Yeah,” he chuckled. That’s how we started our company, always growing, never slowing. “Anyway,” he said. “I’ll put out a few offers and see what comes back. Can I call you later?”

  “Sure,” I said, thinking about things.

  “Let me know if you need anything.”

  “I’m fine,” I said.

  “Okay,” he sighed. “Have fun.”

  I let the phone go dead. Perhaps it wasn’t the worst thing to do, starting over.

  Clouds parted again and I laid back on my chair, closing my eyes and resting to feel the warmth everywhere.

  After a little while I heard the pitter-patter of feet and felt wet drops drip down onto my warm skin before Nat’s body slipped in over mine and she stole my sunglasses away, kissing me deeply with her wet cool skin pressing in against my warmth.

  “Mmm!” I moaned, unable to fight her. The chill was sudden and jarring but then her tongue was nice and the kissing calmed me into a happy state.

  “Are you done with your work?” She asked.

  “Mhmm,” I nodded.

  “Okay good. That was annoying. We hate when you ignore us for work.”

  “You don’t care,” I beamed and laughed.

  “Okay, maybe it’s fun to mess your shit up. You got me.”

  “Mhmm,” I nodded, letting her kiss me sweeter this time.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, just… Farrow’s pregnant.”

  “That’s some futuristic science,” Nat teased.

  I rolled my eyes. “His fiancé. His fiancé is pregnant,” I relented.

  “Right,” Nat said, rubbing her wet forehead up the side of my neck. “And what’s it mean to you, Miss Holbrook?”

  “I dunno,” I said, laughing a little. Nat got up and tugged me up to stand. I was led a few steps over and then Nat pushed me into the pool. I fell in, not at all surprised or annoyed. It felt good to get a fresh start, to feel the cool water as it swallowed me whole.

  Avery swam over and pulled my body up onto hers, making me wrap my limbs around her so she could carry me easily upon her back. In the water that was so quickly possible. I clung to her collarbone and kissed at her sensitive neck.

  On the side of the pool Nat lowered her body into the blue and walked closer to me with her mixed drink in her hand. “Farrow’s pregnant,” she told Avery. I watched as Nat stared down at Avery’s lips and tilted her cup to feed Avery a bit of the icy drink she’d fetched off a side table.

  “What kind of stuff are you guys dabbling in at that company? Tsk, men getting pregnant,” Avery teased.

  “Oh, you're so funny,” I mocked. “Yes, actually, that's all we work on. We're obsessed with it.”

  “Eww, why would you even say that?” Avery said.

  I laughed and play-bit her skin. “Calm down.”

  “Mmm, how can I be calm when you're biting me?!” She asked with a grin.

  “Just do it,” I bullied.

  “Mmm. You know how she gets,” Nat said to her, teasing us.

  “Enlighten me,” I said, staring her down.

  “Mm no. You're already enlightened,” she judged.

  “I think that's supposed to be a compliment,” I laughed.

  “I'm just saying we both know you're a little devil so there's no point in pretending it isn't true.”

  “Am I a little devil?” I whispered in Avery’s ear while staring seductively at Nat.

  “You're pretty devilish when you have the mind to be,” Avery said.

  “You think that mind has actual control?” Nat teased. She walked close and led Avery's chin up, looking and then kissing her. “I'm not so sure,” she confided.

  “A fine vote of confidence,” I said. “And I probably deserve that.”

  I rested my chin on Avery’s shoulder. Nat wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged us both against her. “Aww, pouty baby,” she soothed.

  It was quiet in the pool and I couldn't help but think how great they both felt.

  “I'm not pouty,” I lied. “And I just had to outsource myself. Picking my own replacements.”

  “For the pregnant man?”

  “For the pregnant man,” I repeated. “This is all really starting to set in.”

  “How do you feel?” Avery asked.

  “Happy,” I confessed. There was nothing to find and pick at, no problem to undo, no budget to balance, no address to change. I'd made a decision that pretty much gave me my freedom. “The world is finally open to me,” I said. “I don’t remember ever feeling this way in my entire life.”

  “Well then, I’d say it’s high time. And I know what you mean,” Nat muttered softly. “We’re all so used to working too hard for everything. At least one of us learned how to calm down.”

  “Is it bad, I’m glad it’s me?” I laughed, happy tears springing to my eyes.

  “No,” Nat laughed. “It’s not bad at all, we just need to catch up.” When she stared at me all I saw was love. Maybe that was the main reason I missed her so much.

  “You both have to come see my house this year. I don’t care when. It’s so nice there, you’ll love it.”

  “Yes, I’m sure all of your neighbors are billionaires,” Nat teased.

  “Famous billionaires that will invite us to sail on their yachts,” Avery added.

  “Okay nevermind. I can already tell you're going to like them better.”

  “You know we're kidding. I'd love to see your home, Livia. I always wanted to before…”

  “I'm sorry,” I said, moving to free myself. It wasn't right that I got to be so loved after how idiotic I'd been. “I never really thought you’d like to come see me. I thought you hated me. With good reason.”

  I walked to the pool wall and leaned back on it, watching as Nat climbed onto Avery like I had done and kissed her neck.

  “Well, now we can both see it. I don't want to go on a yacht anyway. Too afraid I'd end up like Natalie Wood,” Avery joked.

  “Sad,” I said, staring at her.

  “So does this all mean you've finally done it,” Nat asked.

  “Done it?”

  “Decided to stay.”

  “I decided a long time ago,” I answered. “Making it happen was just a little difficult.”

  “Well, I'm glad,” Nat said. “That it's all done now. And you won't be stressed out.”

  “Me too,” I said, wanting to cry happy tears.

  “Uh oh, she's getting weepy,” Nat laughed, talking to Avery. “We better take her ou
t and get some food in her.”

  “I'll be fine,” I lied. I’d have to cry like some delirious person at some point today. I just didn't want to do that right now.

  Nat stood and came over to me, using a hand at my face to tug me in close so she could stare. “You're not fine,” her eyes searched mine. “You need to relax and we’ll help you.”

  Her other hand found the other side of my face and I was taken up by her suddenly, cool skin against mine, tongue sliding into my mouth, nose so close to mine that it gently brushed it.

  I couldn't believe this was happening. Not any of it. It was all such a dream.

  “Mmm. Don't cry baby. It’s okay.”

  Nat wiped a stray tear, adoring me closely, holding me close and dipping her nose into my hair. “Are you okay?”

  “I've never been this happy,” I realized. “Not ever. It's a lot.”

  “I love you,” Nat whispered earnestly. “This is happening okay? This is real.”

  “Okay,” I whispered. It was just so hard to believe it. Every day, I had to learn it again.

  “I love you,” she said again, stroking my skin with her hands and hugging me to her body to force me to feel it.

  Touch starved for so many years, I felt drunk with lust when she did this to me. I whimpered when she spoke of love and treated me like some precious thing. Her words and actions made me ache in ways I only vaguely remembered aching before. No memories could ever feel this visceral.

  “If you don't mind, we'd really like to borrow you for a little while,” Nat whispered sweetly. That meant they planned to touch me and love me and make me feel. And I was more than okay with that happening.

  I laughed, tears spilling out of my eyes though I never asked for them. Nat’s thumbs swept the tears away and she pulled me to her, kissing my forehead again.

  “Come on baby,” she whispered, pained and stricken with ache just as well. There was so much sorrow and sickness in me. She wanted to expel it, train it out of me, make me believe her, make me calm.

  Perhaps this was my life now. Perhaps this was really the way that we'd forever be. I never knew I could be so very blessed.

  We walked out of the pool together, the silence in the yard was some living breathing thing.

  “You're shaking,” Avery said, taking my hand and bracing to help me walk more carefully.

  “Um. Yeah. Sorry,” I huffed out a laugh. “It keeps feeling like the first time. Every time.”

  “That’s good,” Nat said. They were both leading me into the house and their room. Taking me to their bed where I always wanted to be.

  “One day you are going to believe me,” Nat said. It wasn't a threat, just a guarantee. She’d sat me down on the bed and now she was kneeling before me and staring straight up at me earnestly.

  Avery crawled up onto the bed and slipped her body behind mine, hugging me tight around my stomach and collarbone and burying her face into my neck like I’d done to her in the pool. “You'll believe us both,” she muttered adoringly.

  I wanted to burst with the joy and the love that I felt. Avery's body had mine in all ways and Nat sat just at my feet staring up at me and waiting for me to look down on her again. It was almost like my job was to knight her.

  As her hands came up to take my bikini bottoms down her eyes remained locked on mine and her stare was all sultry and moist. “Do you even know how much I love tasting you?” She asked, out loud, surprising me.

  My sex clenched and relaxed. The beat of my heart pounded hard. I was already wet for her and wondering how one person could be so perfect for me.

  Her lips placed purposeful kisses up my inner thigh and then I felt it, her tongue in my center, her lips pressing in against my sex. The motions were practiced.

  I whined and Avery held me, kissing my neck and sending sparks all through my body. I whined more and panted, working myself up like that first night when I had that panic attack before, from being too loved by these same two.

  “It’s okay,” Avery whispered. One of her hands squeezed my breast and my fingers sunk into Nat’s hair, tightening their grip.

  Nat tugged my lower body more to the edge, taking more liberty in tasting me and driving me nuts.

  “Mmm,” Nat hummed into my sex, vibrations attacking every nerve in my clit. My toes pointed, muscles tensing as my heels rest strong against Nat’s back. “I love it,” she huffed into me, all the while teasing me with that threat of driving me over.

  I groped for Avery’s neck, needing her lips on mine and her tongue in my mouth. I couldn't breathe otherwise.

  When I tugged and pulled, she fell in and allowed me to kiss her. “Fuck you're so hot,” Avery muttered. Right into my mouth, that low guttural tone. I could fuck just that, honestly, her voice like sweet honey. And I should, that might teach her to at least hide how sexy she was. Instead, I gasped and she kissed me back, knowing how. Nat’s hands tightened, fingers pressing into my thighs as she buried her tongue and her face inside of my sex. Her lips found their way around my clit and then out of nowhere she began to start sucking on me. It was everything. Instant bliss. My eyes were no longer able to see, instead I saw darkness.

  I gasped and Avery laughed sweetly inside of me, kissing me calm again but feeling how hard it was for me to breathe or kiss normally.

  Nat kept sucking and Avery kissed me back, stealing me. Within ten seconds of their power-team treatment I came so hard, I heard liquid begin to rapidly drip down onto the carpeted floor and I knew it came from me, from inside me. I’d cum so hard you could collect it with a measuring cup.

  “Good girl,” I heard Nat pant. She bit my thigh playfully and wiped her face on my skin. Pretty soon she’d be next to me, inside me. So very perfect, I would literally scream.

  The best thing though was that I knew. For once, this was only the very beginning for me. A life of my choosing. A place that made complete sense for me.

  Avery’s hand laid right over my chest. As she kissed me she was feeling my chest rise and my heart pound beneath it.

  As my eyes slowly opened I stared at her. Her own gaze mirrored mine, neither of us needed to say what we were feeling, it was written all over us, in our breathing and the way we rest, touching each other this way.

  Her eyes unlocked things for me, hidden things, thoughts I never allowed myself to think, positive things.

  “I- I love you,” I said, feeling it deep inside.

  She laughed a little and smiled, unable to look away.

  “I love you too,” she said. I think she was surprised by me, that I still would just randomly say it.

  It was really hitting me here. Every day was going to be this way. Coffee and writing in the morning, helping Natalie go over her lines, trips to new places but with people I cared about, people I actually wanted to see. Walks in the forest. Cooking with Avery, fighting about the best recipes and laughing too hard. Inventions only in moments of inspiration, no spinning brain needing to be tapped and tapped until it was dry from all motivation and questioning why it even tried at all.

  And then we'd kiss and we’d dream and we’d lay together when we were hurt sad or sick. Hold each other on the hard nights, mend each other’s wounds. We’d swim naked together at night and feed each other berries and we’d have a lot of sex. But mostly we'd be happy just like this. Every day, we were going to be happy this way. Together.

  Tears kept drifting out of my eyes. Avery carefully caught them and smoothed them away.

  “You're smiling,” she noticed.

  There wasn't anything else I could even think of to say. This place was my actual heaven.

  The End

  Author’s Note

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