CJ pulled Rae close to her and breathed, "I know just what you need, my dear."
"What is that?" Rae asked, her voice harsh with passion. Or inflammation. Take your pick.
"You need some chamomile tea," CJ decided. "Get on your warmest, sexy flannel nightgown and I'll bring you tea in bed."
Rae complied, feeling the flannel slide over her limbs, caressing them. She looked at her computer askance. Should she really be partaking in illicit hurt/comfort scenarios when she should be working? More importantly, how much could she sell the video rights for?
She looked over at the computer screen and a link caught her eye. She clicked on it, just to see what it was, and then...
[FIVE HOURS LATER]
"Wow... time really goes fast when you're browsing on the Internet," Rae murmured, tearing herself away from the erotic images of hirsute men in kilts. "Hang on... wasn't CJ going to bring me some tea?"
She wandered out into her backyard and found a proper English garden had suddenly supplanted what she had planed. (Or not planted, I really don't read seleneheart's journal. I'm totally making this up as I go along!)
"What in the...?"
CJ popped her head from around the corner and smiled, brandishing a shovel and muddy hands. "Your tea should be ready once I finish drying the leaves. And Ken will be over to help me install the water feature." She sidled closer to Rae. "And then, we can all take a nice herb-infused bath together."
Rae's brow furrowed. "But I don't have any herbs?"
CJ waved her hand in the direction of the front yard. "You do now!"
Rae sighed. "Whatever happened to the old fashioned lesbian quickie, eh?"
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Date: 2007-06-04 06:31 pm (UTC)"What is that?" Rae asked, her voice harsh with passion. Or inflammation. Take your pick.
"You need some chamomile tea," CJ decided. "Get on your warmest, sexy flannel nightgown and I'll bring you tea in bed."
Rae complied, feeling the flannel slide over her limbs, caressing them. She looked at her computer askance. Should she really be partaking in illicit hurt/comfort scenarios when she should be working? More importantly, how much could she sell the video rights for?
She looked over at the computer screen and a link caught her eye. She clicked on it, just to see what it was, and then...
[FIVE HOURS LATER]
"Wow... time really goes fast when you're browsing on the Internet," Rae murmured, tearing herself away from the erotic images of hirsute men in kilts. "Hang on... wasn't CJ going to bring me some tea?"
She wandered out into her backyard and found a proper English garden had suddenly supplanted what she had planed. (Or not planted, I really don't read
"What in the...?"
CJ popped her head from around the corner and smiled, brandishing a shovel and muddy hands. "Your tea should be ready once I finish drying the leaves. And Ken will be over to help me install the water feature." She sidled closer to Rae. "And then, we can all take a nice herb-infused bath together."
Rae's brow furrowed. "But I don't have any herbs?"
CJ waved her hand in the direction of the front yard. "You do now!"
Rae sighed. "Whatever happened to the old fashioned lesbian quickie, eh?"