...I'm not sure I should tell you
Who: alice and Rachel When: A few days ago What: Talking about dreams Where: Summers Residence Status: complete rating: PG-13 for nudity and freckle kissing
Alice had dressed up nice, in a blue blouse and faded jeans. She hadn’t seen Rachel in quite awhile after all and she wanted to make an impression. Which was silly, she’d already made her impression, hadn’t she? Enough for the red-head to open her eyes to the world of ‘hey girls are nice.’
She was still unsure how things would eventually turn out for her, but for now she was content to call herself questioning. After all, her father had always taught her to be willing to try new things.
And new things today had led her back to Rachel’s place, and her nice faded jeans were in the hallway and her hair was a mess of curls on Rachel’s heaving chest.
Ending up this way hadn't been Rachel's plan exactly, either, but Alice had told her to keep her plans open. She was grateful for that in a number of ways... who wouldn't be grateful to get the chance to sleep with someone like Alice? Though it wasn't just how special Ms. Kingsleigh was or how mind-blowing things had ended up being. Rachel wanted - no, needed to know that after the dreams she was having she could still enjoy something like that.
She'd made a promise to herself, and to that Lara woman on the internet, after all. And to Kitty, too. That everything that was happening wouldn't erase who she was.
So far, that promise was working out great. She let out a purr as she ran a hand up and down Alice's back.
Alice stretched. Rachel had been her first. Her first first and after that she'd gone right out and tried a few other things to see what she liked. Jury was still out, but the feel of Rachel's hand on her skin was making her lean one way more than the other right now.
"Mmm. New horizons. I think that's gotten better. Yes. It's gotten quite better." Play it cool, Alice. No one likes a clinger.
"That, Ms. Kingsleigh, is a very British compliment," Rachel observed, still purring a bit. She glanced around the bedroom, noting the mess and the clothing strewn everywhere, and smirked. It wasn't very polite to gloat, but she couldn't help but gloat a little inside.
"We're all mussed up like it was quite a bit better, at least," She added, after noticing the state they were in. There was probably makeup smeared all over the bedding, too, but she considered that a badge of honor.
The only thing that would make today any more awesome would be if her Dad came home and noticed Alice's jeans in the hallway. She wasn't doing her job if she didn't do things to shock him sometimes.
"Mmm," Alice repeated, blinking her eyes slowly and lazily. She was certain her own make-up was pretty smeared too, and lifted her head to look at Rachel's face. "I was hoping for this. Never expecting it, but hoping. Hope is a good emotion, you know. Keeps one going."
She tilted her head and furrowed her brows. Then she stroked one of the marks on Rachel's face.
"That's what I've always admired about you. Me, I never dreamed that a day might come where I'd get to be with you again. Our first meeting was just so 'fly by night', you know? But you, you don't think anything's impossible at all."
It was a very refreshing perspective. Rachel thought there probably needed to be more people like Alice in the world. They were the ones that were going to keep everyone else going.
She winced a bit as Alice stroked the mark, then shivered. The marks didn't hurt anymore - they'd healed very quickly after the initial shock - and Alice's touch made them feel unnaturally good. It made her brows pucker a bit, "Hello..."
“I believe in at least six impossible things before breakfast,” Alice remarked, continuing to stroke lightly at the marks. “Is this why you gave me a raincheck?” She smudged more of the cover up to reveal more marks.
"Do you really count them off?" Rachel quipped, trying to keep the mood light. But then Alice was removing more of the cover up, and rubbing at her face. The feelings were extremely dissonant. Pangs in her chest, shivers of pleasure, shame, sadness. She almost reached out to grab Alice's wrist and stop her.
Something in her didn't, though. Instead, she bit on the inside of her lip a bit to keep from tearing up, and nodded, "Yeah, it is. They're all over... Three on each cheek, some across my forehead, and on my chin."
Alice placed soft, warm lips on Rachel’s chin. “Should I stop? We haven’t had breakfast yet, this should count as an impossible thing.” Her tone was light, but there was seriousness and weight behind it. “Do you know what they mean?”
"I don't know," Rachel's voice was a bit hoarse, and it nearly cracked as she added, "I don't know if I want you to stop. I know what they mean."
But did Alice really need to know what the marks meant? Did Alice need to know about the horrors of the dreaming world, ones that might even be awaiting her friend? So far, Rachel hadn't dreamed of anyone named Alice Kingsleigh, and that was probably a good sign, but she hadn't dreamed of Kate yet either.
"...I'm not sure I should tell you."
“You tell me when you’re ready, love, and not one moment before,” Alice replied. She tilted her head, curls bouncing off of her shoulders and spilling onto Rachel’s skin. “These things can’t be rushed, a story comes on it’s own time and when it means to.”
The curls were so soft that Rachel briefly pondered whether or not they might have actually been spun from angel down or something. It was ridiculous, but she'd never managed to get her own hair that way. Probably because of all the processing she did to it. They felt wonderful against her bare skin, and Rachel found herself purring again, in spite of the serious of the moment.
"...There's a strange phenomenon here, which is a good place to start. People who stay here for a little while start dreaming of other versions of themselves. You'll probably find that intriguing."
Alice found herself brushing her curls along Rachel’s skin, smirking to herself before she started to kiss her way along Rachel’s freckles. “That sounds really interesting. I wonder who I am? Will I be me, or another me? Maybe I’ll be someone else entirely. It’s rather exciting.”
"I hope you still find it exciting if it happens. It would be great if you dreamed of some wonderful place, or dreamed of another you who was really amazing or had a great life that was different from yours. I know you love experiencing new things," Rachel said. Her tone was encouraging, but her eyes were slightly sad. She wished those things for Alice greatly, because Alice was an amazing person. A good person, who really didn't deserve to dream about the horrors that she herself dreamed about.
Her breath hitched a bit as Alice kissed a more sensitive spot, and she let out a little gasp in pleasure.
"If you keep that up our conversation is going to be a lot shorter," She warned.
"I'm already amazing, but even I know there is only one way to go but up." Alice's tongue made little trails along her freckles.