i was f*cking game

Vacation was jarring. Ophelia had expected frantic text messages requesting her presence in this conference call or that, anxious energy from employees regretting their requests once burdened with her attention, and fifteen emails a minute all marked urgent in the hope that she would click. She had turned her phone off on the second morning and the absence ached like a phantom limb. But the cabin situated squarely in a Midwestern wilderness sparsely populated by people who cared nothing for scandal, extravagant wealth, or fame had become a private haven for Ophelia and Eva to act out their spousal fantasies. She was finding the trade more than agreeable.

Ophelia noticed the coldness of the sheets first.Then her eyes opened to confirm that Eva was no longer resting beside her. Nude, she pushed back the duvet on their empty bed and stood up, balancing as her newly awoken brain adjusted to consciousness. She had not bothered to wear clothes in days. A rustle from the kitchen drew her down the hallway and towards the redheaded figure bent attentively over the stove.

“Look at you,” Ophelia’s hands encircled Eva’s waist lazily, taking the time to follow each curve and dip, “all you’re missing is the apron and the baby on your hip.” Though her tone teased, she enjoyed the picturesque domesticity. She had become accustomed to only receiving hours of time alone with Eva due to their conflicting schedules and the unwelcome need to hide their involvement. Enough to say hello before they parted again. Here she could slow down knowing there would be a later. “The view is almost enough for me to forgive waking up alone but…” without warning her hand swatted Eva’s ass, hard enough to produce a painless pop. She bowed her head and playfully dug her teeth into the freckled shoulder near her chin, making no effort to stifle a chiding laugh, “Bad girl.” 

The sharp ping of a timer drew Ophelia’s attention towards the fluffy omelette Eva had been pushing around a skillet. She was sure she had eaten somewhere between reruns of Fixer Upper and voraciously devouring every inch of Eva’s body but she could not say when. “That smells good.” Ophelia picked up a fork from the countertop and stabbed a stray chunk of egg and tuna from the corner of the pan, ignoring the temperature in the face of her sudden, intense appetite. “I hope it’s for me.”   

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Before meeting Fee, Eva had been touch starved for so long. Her work was her main priority and there was no room for women when having a woman was a danger to her career. She assumed that she’d be a spinster for the rest of her life, alone with her gay husband and her dream job. She knew the moment she signed up for the world of politics that she wasn’t allowed the luxury of romantic affection or lustful groping. She had to go through day-to-day life without the touch of a woman’s soft hands or smooth skin. Having Fee around now to touch her was something she had yet to get used to. She felt spoiled and like she was in some daydream that she had yet to wake up from.

“The fact that you’re into this without me even trying says everything I ever needed to know about you,” Eva teased before Fee smacked her ass. Her body straightened from the sting, then curved back a little before she was standing as she had been standing before. Her face was as red as her hair and she wanted to playfully swat her woman, but she knew she couldn’t turn around since she could potentially burn her food. “No one’s ever thought I looked sexy in my betty crocker apron. If it really gets you going, I think I could wear it again sometime - only with less clothes underneath.”

When the timer went off, she was going to pick up the omelet with her spatula but was beat to it by Fee’s fork. “This one is for me, actually,” she told her before gesturing toward the plate on the opposite side of the kitchen. “That one is for you. I tried to make it in the shape of a heart, but I failed miserably.” Eva laughed at herself, shaking her head. She then picked up the omelet from the pan and placed it on the plate settled beside the stove.

And once her mind was finally off the food, she happily turned to face Fee. She was naked and looked good enough to eat. And while Fee wasn’t gifted with curves, her body was one of the most beautiful bodies Eva had ever seen. “You look sooo good,” she said, pulling Fee naked body closer to her. With her clothes on, Eva felt like she was missing out, but it was still nice to have a woman pressed against her. “I can’t wait to have my way with you later. It’s been ages, or rather a night, but it still feels like ages.” Eva nodded her head slowly, moving her head forward so that she could gently guide her nose against Fee’s.

         “ If this is what it takes to get that repulsive excuse of a father out of your hair, then so be it, ” the woman in gold assured, giving her closest friend a gentle yet sternly phlegmatic pat on the arm. “ Besides, it’ll be just like old times, don’t you think? ” lips curved into that all familiar youthful smile, cracking her otherwise stoic disposition. “ ― Except, ”  she paused with a tender tilt of her head, “ With little Rory. ”

         By the time Cecelia’s arm fell back to her own side, she inhaled deeply with the realization of all the changes to come. The decision to marry was certainly emotionally impulsive, though it seemed perfectly reasonable at the time. Claudia’s ex-husband was absolutely horrid, a nightmare. Cecelia would have done just about anything to keep her closest friend safe, even if she wasn’t exactly in any physical danger.

         “ How is Rory, by the way? ” she inquired when the boy wasn’t present, merely concerned. “ How’s he taking all of this? ”

       The custody battle for her son was rough. It had stressed her out immensely, leaving her with sleepless nights, tossing and turning with the fear of losing her son in mind. Her ex-husband, a serial cheater and emotional abuser, didn’t even want her son and was using him as a ploy to get back at her. Claudia knew that if her son ended up living with him, he wouldn’t have an emotional support and could very well end up miserable. So when Cecilia agreed to marry her for the sake of her winning the custody battle, Claudia was beyond relieved and thankful.

          “Just like old times, yeah. Other than Rory, the only difference is that we’re both much older and wiser - more stubborn, ” she replied back, returning her pat on the arm with a firm shoulder squeeze. So far moving in Cecilia was alright. They butted heads a bit because they were both control freaks, but other than that everything was perfectly alright.

              Picking her coffee up from the counter, Claudia took a seat at the kitchen table, crossing her legs and resting her arms on the table. The mention of her son made her smile. “He’s doing alright. I think he’s just happy to be away from Jackson, to be honest.” She sighed. “At the moment, he’s spending the weekend with my father. They’re going fishing, and I bet he’s gonna hate it since he’s not outdoorsy at all,” Claudia laughed shaking her head. 

                  “I bet living with a teenager is weird for you, though. You’ve lived all on your lonesome for so long.” She took a sip of her coffee and looked up Cecilia, analyzing her expression. “So thank you for helping me out. You’ve made a huge sacrifice for me.”

“Sometimes I think like that about my job, but you must think about it more often than I do. But you don’t hate it right?” Dan asked while he began to walk towards the counter. He looked at the menu more intently than necessary to avoid stealing glances at Elisabeth.

“Well, I always get the same thing in any cafe because I’m too scared to try anything new,” he admitted. “I like sweeter coffees, mostly because I don’t love the bitter taste much. So I guess I’d recommend a caramel maachiato or anything caramel flavored to be completely honest with you.”

Dan shoved his hands into his pants pockets to keep from fidgeting, and he looked back at Beth to listen to her reply. She was still as beautiful as she was a few minutes ago and as she was in the courtroom that one fine day. He suddenly felt bad that she was wasting her time with an old divorcee like him. He pushed the thought away as he cleared his throat. “Uh–yep, that’s all I got,” he chuckled nervously.

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The fact that he didn’t take her hand bummed her out a little. She felt like it was the perfect first move for the perfect ‘not’ date. Beth didn’t beat herself up about it, however. She could try another time - hopefully with different results.

“No, I don’t hate it - I love it,” she told him as she followed him to the counter.  "But I’m the opposite of you.” Beth gave him a vibrant smile, suddenly much more comfortable than she was feeling a little earlier. From just their small conversation alone, she knew he was a good man and not some conceited fucker. “I like trying different coffees all the time. I also think it’s also fun to add that I like both bitter and sweet things, because I feel like they balance each other out. I do like the sound of caramel macchiato at the moment, so I think I’ll get that.” Her hands were clasped behind her back as she looked over at him. He was a little shorter than she was, but she didn’t mind it one bit. “And what do you mean ‘that’s all’ you had a lot to say.”

 Playfully, she bumped his hip with the side of her own. They both needed to loosen up and get out of the awkward part of their not-date-date, and in Beth’s mind, waiting in line seemed the best place to do it. “But back to jobs - what exactly do you do again? I know we talked about it before, but I’ve forgotten.” The Irish woman, perched her eyebrow and waited for his response. He was cute and she loved looking at him.