Lisa Turpin (confideinme) wrote in thecellardoor, @ 2018-03-16 07:02:00 |
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Lisa had woken up far too early that morning. Thoughts of Dominique and her laugh and the way she danced when she walked and her her hair and her lips... They needed to talk. Lisa had to know what was going on between them, and to make sense of it all, and so she had woken up after a particularly vivid dream and started a list of things she wanted to talk to Dom about. That list had been reworked several times over the following hours as she considered what Tonks had said and what she wanted. Beyond kissing Dominique. Because, yes, that was very important, but was not the only reason for this chat. This would be so much easier if they had alcohol. Finally, Lisa thought that her list of points was in good order, and then she just had to wait for Dominou to come over. She spent the time waiting, pacing in the living room and thinking of the list upstairs that she had definitely memorized by now. When the knock at the door came, Lisa was convinced she had driven herself mad. She all but ran to the door and flung it open, an excited grin pulling at her lips. “Hi!” Everything in Lisa felt like it was alive, her skin tingling, and she couldn’t stop herself from hugging Dominique because she knew she could get away with it. People hugged all the time! “We can go up to my room.” Because that wasn’t suggestive at all... but this conversation needed to be in private. For various reasons. With linked hands, she led the woman she fancied to her bedroom. A sentence she never thought she would ever think, but one she wasn’t bothered with in the least. “Sorry there's only the bed," she pointed out, as though it hadn't been one of the only things she had thought about while thinking about where she would want to talk to Dominique. She was nothing, if not a planner. |