Capella frowned as she felt movement on her thighs. She sleepily opened her eyes. Rhapsody was stretched across the couch, with her head in Capella’s lap. She watched in frozen amazement as her left hand slowly brushed tender fingers through Rhapsody’s long hair. The Traitor, as she privately referred to her left hand, was never nice to other people. At best, it would leave them alone. She made a point of never being in the vicinity of sharp objects.
She was ready to chop the stupid thing off, after last night’s groping session. It wasn’t like she could use it anyway; at least then it wouldn’t be a nuisance. The only reason she hadn’t amputated it yet was the hope that she might meet Aria someday and have it healed.
Rhapsody’s face was beautiful and serene as she slept with deep, even breaths. The corner of one side of her mouth was slightly upturned, as if it wanted to smile.
Capella felt so silly and clumsy in Rhapsody’s presence. The green-eyed goddess was driving her crazy with all of the adorable emotions cycling across her expressive face. She would have been a horrible poker player. She smiled as she relived the previous day’s events in her head. She hadn’t had so much fun in her entire life. She had been sure everything was ruined when her treacherous hand started groping Rhapsody. It was still hard to believe how calmly Rhapsody hat taken the entire experience. She felt a desperate need to keep Rhapsody in her life for as long as possible. Letting something this good disappear would be sheer stupidity.
Of course, there was still one more major hurdle to cross that might still ruin everything. She’s from Seattle; they’re more open-minded there. She won’t care if I’m a lesbian.
She repeated that thought regularly, hoping the repetition would eventually be enough to brainwash herself into believing it. Rhapsody had dropped several hints that made her think the green-eyed goddess was more tolerant than her own bigoted parents, but that might have just been desperation clouding her judgment.
At least I can enjoy looking, she thought with a smile as her left hand continued combing Rhapsody’s hair.
She felt herself nodding off after fifteen minutes of studying Rhapsody’s flawless face. I could SO get used to this.