TheCorsair
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- Dec 17, 2013
Sam slipped into the water, which was cooling but still pleasant, and began scrubbing herself off. She'd have liked to linger, but didn't have the time. Besides, she smiled, she'd just spent a whole lot of time lingering.
It was odd, though. Oh, not the tub. What had happened. She'd always thought she... well, hated was too strong a word. Disliked Anne Marie, intensely. For being everything she wasn't. Was it just jealousy that had driven that reaction? A longing to let down her guard and be more feminine? Or had it just been like Big Jim Riggins used to tell her, that she'd just needed to get laid good and hard?
Of course, that had been before she'd gone and broken his nose for him.
And... a woman? She'd heard of women who liked women, of course. But, she'd never really thought she was one. Kind of foolish to deny it, though. Not after the last hour. Still... did that mean she couldn't like men? As an experiment, she thought about Erik. Nope, she realized as she felt heat creeping through her belly at the though of him inside her, she sure seemed to like men as well.
Clearly, this sex and relationship business was more complicated than she'd ever really suspected.
Laughing and shaking her head, she reached for a towel. "Sam," she told herself, "y'all gotta stop worryin' 'bout things..."
It had taken a few tries to tuck her hair back together.
Oh, sure, they'd tried to be careful. But, especially towards the end, her hair had been the last thing on her mind. And, she thought with a pleased smirk, she was pretty sure it was the last thing on Anne Marie's mind as well.
Still, the hair wasn't the real problem. It was her clothes. Standing naked before the bathroom mirror, she held her dress in one hand and her underwear in the other. "One o' these things," she muttered, "is not like th' other..."
After a moment's hesitation, she tossed the underwear aside and slipped the dress over her head. Tugging the fabric around, making subtle adjustments, she turned and twisted and examined herself in the mirror. "Lookin' good, girl," she said. "Like a proper Samantha." A smile. "Reckon Ah'll 'ave ta do this a mite more often..."
The feel of the silk on her skin made her shiver deliciously. The thought that she was - for all purposes - entirely naked except for the dress itself brought a flush to her cheeks. "Reckon Ah'll also need ta look into th' kinda underthings a proper Samantha would wear, dressed like this." A smile. "An' Ah'll 'ave ta sit like a real lady tonight."
Finally, the bathroom door opened and Sam emerged. A bracelet and ring flamed on her right hand, and light flashed and danced from her necklace like a heart. "Ah surely do hate to impose further on your generosity, Anne Marie," she said, "but... would y'all have a purse Ah could borrow? Ah jes' realized Ah ain't got no... pockets... in... this?"
Her voice trailed away as she realized Erik was in the room as well. Cheeks pinking, she made a motion to tuck a nonexistant strand of hair back into her coiffure. "Uh... hi, Erik," she murmured, feeling unaccountably shy. "Y'all... you... you look... good."
It was odd, though. Oh, not the tub. What had happened. She'd always thought she... well, hated was too strong a word. Disliked Anne Marie, intensely. For being everything she wasn't. Was it just jealousy that had driven that reaction? A longing to let down her guard and be more feminine? Or had it just been like Big Jim Riggins used to tell her, that she'd just needed to get laid good and hard?
Of course, that had been before she'd gone and broken his nose for him.
And... a woman? She'd heard of women who liked women, of course. But, she'd never really thought she was one. Kind of foolish to deny it, though. Not after the last hour. Still... did that mean she couldn't like men? As an experiment, she thought about Erik. Nope, she realized as she felt heat creeping through her belly at the though of him inside her, she sure seemed to like men as well.
Clearly, this sex and relationship business was more complicated than she'd ever really suspected.
Laughing and shaking her head, she reached for a towel. "Sam," she told herself, "y'all gotta stop worryin' 'bout things..."
It had taken a few tries to tuck her hair back together.
Oh, sure, they'd tried to be careful. But, especially towards the end, her hair had been the last thing on her mind. And, she thought with a pleased smirk, she was pretty sure it was the last thing on Anne Marie's mind as well.
Still, the hair wasn't the real problem. It was her clothes. Standing naked before the bathroom mirror, she held her dress in one hand and her underwear in the other. "One o' these things," she muttered, "is not like th' other..."
After a moment's hesitation, she tossed the underwear aside and slipped the dress over her head. Tugging the fabric around, making subtle adjustments, she turned and twisted and examined herself in the mirror. "Lookin' good, girl," she said. "Like a proper Samantha." A smile. "Reckon Ah'll 'ave ta do this a mite more often..."
The feel of the silk on her skin made her shiver deliciously. The thought that she was - for all purposes - entirely naked except for the dress itself brought a flush to her cheeks. "Reckon Ah'll also need ta look into th' kinda underthings a proper Samantha would wear, dressed like this." A smile. "An' Ah'll 'ave ta sit like a real lady tonight."
Finally, the bathroom door opened and Sam emerged. A bracelet and ring flamed on her right hand, and light flashed and danced from her necklace like a heart. "Ah surely do hate to impose further on your generosity, Anne Marie," she said, "but... would y'all have a purse Ah could borrow? Ah jes' realized Ah ain't got no... pockets... in... this?"
Her voice trailed away as she realized Erik was in the room as well. Cheeks pinking, she made a motion to tuck a nonexistant strand of hair back into her coiffure. "Uh... hi, Erik," she murmured, feeling unaccountably shy. "Y'all... you... you look... good."