SS:TIE 009

Gleaming tableware clinks softly under soft lights. Spotless waitstaff glide in silence between tables. Plenty of people are laughing, but something about the acoustics makes everything seem quiet.

Ro bursts out laughing at something that Lili says, and Chica leans over and kisses her head. Lili’s longtime girlfriend, Sun, holds up her glass so that the waiter can pour more wine. Rey is still getting to know Elsa’s partner, Max, but they’ve been together well over a year.

Rey smiles over her wine glass. It’s funny; this is the first time that she’s felt like this, being so conscious of being alone.

After dinner, she pulls Chica aside while the valet goes for her car. Rey throws Ro an apologetic look, then leans in.

“There’s heat on us. Glynda called me this morning. Someone took a run at her, looking for Cheese. I followed up, and Major Crimes is on the biker.”

Chica takes that calmly. “Could be worse. I’m the one who’s never been arrested. I’ll be the hardest to find. Buys us time, but we need to take precautions. We shouldn’t be meeting in public.”

“I know, but I figured if I canceled tonight, Ro would make you sleep in the backyard.”

Chica nods. “I appreciate that. But we have to be smart. Get this done and get out of Miami. Nothing extra.”

“Nothing extra,” Rey promises.

SS: TIE

Shelby takes photos rapidly; Chica Flores is only one possible suspect for being the ‘Cheese’ that their lead is pointing to, but Shelby has a good feeling about this. She slouches down in the seat of her car, still shooting as the women disperse. An all-woman crew? And now this suspect is hanging out with a big pack of ladies?

And those are some nice cars that they are driving. She gets out her phone.

SS: TIE

Popcorn covers the floor; the light of the TV flashes on the overturned bowl. Tracy’s robe is open and askew. Her toes curl, and she whimpers as Sally kisses her hard. Sally’s hand works busily between her wife’s legs. Her fingers rub deep inside her, and she softly tugs Tracy’s hair.

When it’s done, Tracy is a breathless mess.

“You think,” she gasps. “That doing this makes me forget all the shit you pull.”

“Makes you forget for a minute.” Sally shuts Tracy up by feeding her wet fingers into her wife’s mouth. Tracy moans and licks them off. Sally gets to her feet and starts to undress, but as she’s slipping out of her panties, her phone rings.

“No,” Tracy says, sitting upright, but Sally’s already bending to pick it up. Frowning, Sally swipes, her face lit by the screen.

“Hang on,” she says, walking away from the couch.

Tracy scowls.

Sally pulls her laptop out of her bag and sits at the dining room table, hardly noticing how cold the chair is on her bare skin. She opens the computer and gets into her email to have a better look at the photos that Shelby has just sent her.

She stares at the screen for a moment, stunned. Then she licks her lips.

“Holy shit,” she mutters.

SS: TIE

“That’s an interesting thing to bring to a second date,” Kayla says after a long, wine-flavored kiss. It’s late, and she seems a little self-conscious about her humble apartment, but Rey doesn’t care about that.

“Am I wrong?” Rey asks, lifting the strap-on out of her bag and ripping the wrapper off a condom with her teeth. “Curious straight girl?”

Kayla blushes and rolls her eyes. “I mean, no.”

The busty redhead’s moans when Rey has her on all fours on the bed sound oddly heartfelt. Rey runs her hands over Kayla’s soft back and hips as she fucks her gently. She doesn’t think it’s the dildo that Kayla is finding so deeply satisfying. Kayla is just so lonely.

And Rey has not tightened the straps properly, so each thrust means that the base of the dildo rubs against her. She’s soaking wet, and her clit can’t take much of this. She knows that she should slow down or stop, but she can’t.

Rey grunts and squeezes Kayla’s waist, leaning into her as she clenches her teeth and shudders through it.

A blushing Kayla looks over her shoulder, and she’s pretty enough to make Rey’s heart skip.

“Did you just cum?” she asks, a little light of amusement in her eyes.

“Maybe.”

“Oh!” Kayla yelps as Rey pulls her upright and roughly squeezes her breasts. She kisses her neck, then slides a hand down to finger her as she fucks her. Kayla’s clit might as well be a volume knob, but Rey isn’t worried about Kayla’s neighbors.

Later, it’s different. Their first night together, Kayla was almost standoffish, as though being too affectionate might seem clingy or be unwelcome. Now, she snuggles so tightly that Rey would have to fight her to get out of bed. Her belly is still fluttering from her orgasm.

“No one’s ever done anything like that to me,” she mumbles into Rey’s breast.

“You’re really sexy when you’re having a good time.”

Kayla is silent for a long time. Maybe she’s embarrassed. “You make it a good time.”

“Any good CCL girl knows her way around a woman’s body,” Rey says in the obnoxious voice that they used to use to mock the president of CCL.

Kayla just squeezes her tighter. She’s so sweet.

And Rey will be leaving Miami forever in a couple of days.

Should she invite Kayla to come with her? Or stay quiet?