A Taste of Roswell
Well, this is what I've been writing with Meghan. And this has given me a great idea for a novel (which I will persue at a MUCH later time!). SO, yeah... here it is. Think Britney Spears and Jessica Alba
******Bianca & Riley******
Riley walked into the darkened bar, slammed her bag in a stool and slid into the one next to it. "Rum and coke," she ordered in a nonsense tone, hoping that ID wouldn't be needed.
Bianca smirked at the girl who was now sitting next to her at the bar. She nodded to the bartender, who promptly fixed Riley's drink and sat it in front of her. The blonde smiled sweetly, lazily. "Damien, can I have another Kamikaze please? Thanks, Darlin'."
Riley's gaze immediately went to the face that held the most charming voice she had ever heard in her life. She realized the power this girl, more of a woman, held and raised her drink slightly.
Bianca smiled, raising her glass once Damien had set it in front of her. "Cheers," she said softly, closing her eyes as she let the cool liquid slip past her lips.
Riley smiled to herself and thought, 'And who says Roswell isn't interesting?' Raising one eyebrow she leaned over to reveal tanned cleavage and asked, "What does a girl have to do to dance with you?"
Bianca raised her eyebrow. "Well that depends, Sug. You tryin' to impress some stud, or are you tryin' to pick up on me?"
Riley's face broke into a confidant smile, "I'm just looking to have a good time here in Roswell and right now, you look to be the best thing this town has to offer, Mami." She paused for a second to let her words sink in before she continued with, "If you'd rather sit at the bar alone, be my guest."
"Oh no, it's fine," Bianca said, her charming smile returning. "I'd actually love to dance." She took another sip of her drink, her free hand toying idly with the diamond she wore at her throat.
Choosing to ignore the diamond, Riley quickly unzipped her leather jacket and set it on her bag, revealing a super tight wife beater that showed off her naturally dark skin and ended a full inch before her low rider jeans started. "Well, you just made my night, Bonita."
Bianca nodded, smiling again as she slid off the barstool. She wore a pair of skin-tight black leather pants and a cropped white silk shirt, only the two middle buttons done. She offered her hand to Riley gracefully. "Well, baby, you keep sweet talkin' me like this, and you're definitely gonna make my night." She lowered her gaze for a second, adding, "And if you dance half as well as you talk..."
Riley took the offered hand and quickly showed Bianca she knew what dancing was all about by gracefully dipping her and smiling greatly. When Riley pulled her out of the dip she said, "You were saying, Miss..."
Bianca gave Riley an impressed nod. "Morgan," she finished. "I'm Bianca." She slipped her arms around the girl's neck. "You gonna grace me with your name, Darlin'?" she purred softly.
Riley grinned at her, showing her flawless teeth and said in Bianca's ear, "If you play your cards right." Then the music started and Riley began dancing, her hips moving expertly to the beat enticing Bianca to dance with her.
Bianca matched Riley step for step. She moved her body closer, practically grinding up on the other girl. It was obvious, she had done this before, and knew how to use her body to her advantage.
Riley had never found a dance partner that was her equal, much less better than her. Needless to say she was impressed. When that song ended Riley gave Bianca an appreciative look, "Nice moves."
Bianca smirked. "I know," she said, shrugging slightly. "Not too bad yourself, baby." She leaned in, kissing Riley's cheek softly. "You gonna let me buy you a drink?"
Riley took Bianca's hand and kissed it courtly and said, "I can think of nothing more I'd rather do, Beautiful." After a second's pause she added, "And the name's Riley."
"Well then, Riley. The pleasure's all mine." Bianca bit her lip shyly. "Name your poison."
Riley's mouth curved into a slow grin and she replied, "Water with lemon. I've had my poison for the night." She winked at Bianca as she thought, 'Ay, she's so cute when she bites her lip!'
"If you insist," Bianca replied, turning and ordering two waters with lemon. She handed Riley's to her and nodded. "I take it you're new here in Roswell?"
Riley shrugged casually. She smiled winningly and said coyly "I'm here on business, but I might stay for pleasure."
Bianca traced the rim of her glass with her perfectly manicured nail before glancing up into Riley's eyes. "Pleasure, hmm?" she asked, her voice lowered seductively.
Riley leaned in closer to her and smiled, "You know where I could find some in this town?"
Bianca pursed her lips slightly. "I might... What kinda pleasure you lookin' for?"
Riley laughed softly, "For now, nothing would give me greater pleasure than if you would dance with me again. She held her hand out expectantly.
Bianca slid her hand into Riley's and set her glass down on the bar. "You really are quite the charmer," she said, her smile giving away everything and nothing at the same time.
Riley blushed a little before she told Bianca, "Only when I see someone I know I have to have."
"Oh? You think you've gotta have me, Riley?" Bianca grinned, sliding her arms around the other girl's waist. "You think a girl like me doesn't have someone waitin' for her at home?"
Riley brough her lips to brush against Bianca's ear and whispered huskily, "If there were, you wouldn't be here with me, Mami."
"Oooh, and she's smart too," Bianca purred, tracing her fingertips over the inch of exposed skin on Riley's back.
Riley grinned as she felt Bianca's touch. "Be careful, Beautiful," she told her softly. The music was fast and hard, the beat begging Riley to grind and thrash her body to the sound. Hoping Bianca followed her lead, Riley began to move.
Bianca smirked. Danger was always her favorite game. She closed her eyes, pulling Riley closer to her as she began to move with her.
'Damn," Riley thought, 'This girl can move.' She allowed herself to be pulled closer and even let her body brush against the other woman seductively.
Bianca swayed her hips, her body dripping with sexuality. Inwardly, she was becoming more and more enthralled with Riley, and she tried desperately not to let it show.
When the song ended, Riley felt her body groan. She was reluctant to give up her claim on Bianca. The song that replaced the fast moving beat was something much slower, much more sensual. Without waiting for permission, Riley pulled Bianca to her.
Bianca flattened her palms, sliding her hands up Riley's back until they griped the other girl's shoulders gently. She looked deep into Riley's eyes, biting her lip again.
"Ay," Riley whispered just loud enough for Bianca to hear. She tightened her hold on the other girl, wrapping Bianca in safety.
Bianca released her lip, leaning her head just a little closer to Riley's. Her hands dropped, just long enough to come up and wrap around Riley's neck again.
Riley sighed, angry with herself and stepped away from teh embrace. "I'm going to regret this, Beautiful, but I'm not this kind of girl. I don't just meet a girl in a bar and... That's just not me."
Bianca nodded. "I ain't either. I mean, I could be, but... Daddy's little girl can't be a whore now, can she?" She took Riley's hand gently. "How long are you gonna be in town?"
Before she could stop herself Riley blurted out, "As long as you want me to be."
Bianca couldn't help but grin happily. "Well, seein' as how I live here, that could be a very long time," she whispered.
Riley was able to breathe again, her mouth always caused her to wonder if she went to far. She smiled, "Well, since you live here, Mami, could you tell me how to get to a Motel? And then give me your number so I can take you to lunch tomorrow? Your choice."
"You sure you wanna stay at a Motel, Darlin'? I've got this penthouse apartment... Two bedrooms,and nobody's occupyin' the second room." Bianca stepped back, her tongue running over her lower lip. "Of course, it's up to you, but you're definitely on for lunch tomorrow."
Riley returned to her location slow-dancing with Bianca. "Mmm," she murmured, "You've only known me an hour, beautiful. How do you know I'm safe?"
Bianca's lips formed a slight grin. "The kinda work my Daddy does? You learn how to tell the good ones from the bad ones... Let's just say I've got a feelin' about you..."
Riley purred softly in Bianca's ear, "Well, you'd be right, Mami. I'm about as safe as they come."
Bianca felt an involuntary shiver run down her spine. "I already knew that," she purred back, her lips brushing very softly over Riley's neck.
Riley felt all inhibitions leave her body as she trembled at the touch. She took a deep breath meant to settle her feelings, instead she smelled Bianca's perfume and sunk herself further into desire.
"So, what do ya say, Sugar? You gonna crash with me?" Bianca purred expertly, her eyes closing as she felt herself get lost in the feeling of Riley's soft embrace.
Snapping back to reality Riley shook her head, "I'm not sure that's a good idea, Beautiful. I'm trying to treat you like a lady should be treated and if I were to crash with you..." Riley's words trailed off as she smiled winningly at Bianca. "I might not behave like I should."
Bianca shrugged slowly. "If the feelin's mutual, then does it really matter who's treatin' who like the lady?"
Riley didn't answer Bianca's question, instead she told the blonde, "You have the sexiest accent I have ever heard. I wonder, is it always like this?"
Bianca nodded. "Always," she said huskily. "Everyone back home always wanted to lose it, But I can't help it. I like it too much."
"Don't lose it," Riley told her, "It drives me wild." After a pause, "You want to dance with me some more so I can put that degree from Juliard to use, or are we calling it a night, Beautiful?"
Bianca thought about it for a second. "We could always call it a night, and I could take you back to my place... You hungry?" she asked playfully.
Riley took the bait and told her, "Depends on what you're offering me. If you suggest the right thing, I could be famished."
Bianca nodded. "How do you feel about Italian, expensive wine, and some... quieter, softer music?"
"Anything your heart desires, Beautiful," Riley replied. She smiled, "Just say the words."
Bianca smiled, kissing Riley's cheek before whispering, "Let's get outta here, Darlin'."
Riley laughed and told Bianca, "As you wish." She threw a twenty on the bar and grabbed her stuff. "Lead the way."
Bianca held out her hand for Riley, fishing in her pocket for her car keys. She walked towards her silver Porsche, grinning as she unlocked the doors. "Hope you don't mind ridin' in style?"
Riley's eyes widened as she asked, "What was Daddy's name again?" She felt herself falter a little as she thought, 'Is this girl what she appears to be?'
Bianca leaned over the top of the car. "Gianni Morgan," she answered. "What? So I'm a little spoiled," she teased.
Riley decided to let her instincts take over, "Well, as long as you are used to it, I should keep up the tradition, eh?" She slid into the car, her top riding up another two inches against the leather interior.
Bianca slid into the driver's seat and grinned. "I secretly have this thing for spoilin' other people," she admitted, starting the car
Riley laughed, "I've never been spoiled a day in my life, Mami. I don't expect it to start now." She smirked as the radio came on and a Britney Spear's song came over the speakers.
Bianca looked over at Riley. "Maybe you should get used to it," she purred. "Feel free to change the disc."
Riley held her hands up, "I wouldn't dream of touching your player, Beautiful." She sighed content as she looked over at Miss Bianca Morgan. That winning personality wrapped up in that hot body was just too good to be true. "It seems Roswell has a lot more to offer than I first thought."
Bianca smiled innocently at Riley as she sped towards her apartment complex. "Seems Roswell attracts the hotties."
Riley raised her eyebrow and told Bianca, "Thank you." With a sideways glance she whispers, "You aren't so bad yourself, and what I like most - you know it."
"I only call it like I see it, Sugar," Bianca replied. "I gota tell you, it takes a lot to attract my attention."
Riley grinned mischievously, "And what pray tell, Bianca, must I do to captivate you? And do be honest, I live for a challenge."
Bianca turned into the parking lot of her complex, parking the car. "You've gotta be smart. I don't take anyone's shit, so don't give me any." She traced her fingertip along Riley's jawline. "Treat me like a queen, but don't fall at my feet."
Riley leaned forward and pressed her lips to Bianca's. She gave the girl a quick, yet passionate kiss. "As you wish, your Majesty."
Bianca smiled, pulling Riley close and kissing her again softly. "You'll win me over quickly pullin' stunts like that..."
Riley nibbled Bianca's lip before pulling back. "I plan to," she told Bianca seriously.
Bianca closed her eyes for a second. "Good," she whispered. "Wanna go upstairs?"
Riley grinned wickedly, "Soft music and expensive wine upstairs? Or comfy bed for two upstairs?"
"Both..." Bianca grinned seductively. "If you play your cards right..."
"Mmmm," Riley murmured in her ear, "You sure know what to say to have a girl give you the world." With that said she planted a soft, nibbling kiss on Bianca's neck.
"Years of practice," Bianca said softly. "C'mon." She kissed Riley's lower lip gently, then slid out of the car.
Riley followed obediently, grabbing her stuff from the car and staring at Bianca's ass the whole time. "Is there anything about you that isn't perfect," Riley called out to her.
Bianca shook her head. "Honestly? I don't think so." She laughed.
Riley joined in the laughter, saying quitely to herself, "Ay, I don't see any flaws." When they reached the door, Riley inwardly became nervous. Her palms started to sweat, but that was teh only outward appearence of her sudden nervousness.
Bianca unlocked the door, opening it for Riley. "You okay, Darlin'?" she asked, genuine concern on her face.
Riley gulped, "I'm good, Beautiful. Why wouldn't I be? I've got the most beautiful girl in all of Roswell entertaining me tonight." She smiled charmingly.
Bianca shook her head. "No expectations, baby," she admitted. "Just thought you might want a nice dinner and a warm bed to sleep in."
Riley looked visibly relieved, "A warm bed sounds a sight better than the places I've stayed lately, Bianca. I'm very glad for it, not to mention lucky. You are by far the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen."
Bianca smiled, a very slight blush creeping to her cheeks. "Well, thanks Darlin'." She waited for Riley to walk into the apartment, then closed the door behind them.
"Do you have any idea how adorable you are," Riley asked her, catching the blush. She wanted to smack herself, 'I'm such a flirt,' Riley tells herself mentally ashamed.
Bianca nodded. "Sometimes. I ain't used to gettin' complimented by such beautiful girls though." She smiled, taking Riley's hands into her own.
Without thinking, Riley leaned forward and gave Bianca the sweetest of kisses. "You certainly should be."
Bianca felt the tingle of Riley's lips on her own and closed her eyes. "You should be too," she whispered. "You'll have to forgive me. I'm a little rusty when it comes to flirtin' with girls."
Riley raised her eyebrows, "Hmm, that's not the feeling I got from you, Princess, and I'm very seldom wrong. Why don't we sit and talk for a bit? I'd love to hear your story."
Bianca nodded. "Red or white wine?" she asked, motioning for Riley to sit on the leather couch.
"White," Riley replied, "It's softer." She took a seat on the couch, removing her boots and making herself comfortable.
Bianca smiled, walking into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with two crystal wine glasses and a bottle of wine. She set the glasses down, pouring Riley's glass first, then her own. She sat down, taking off the stiletto boots she was wearing, and smiled. "Where do you want me to start, Darlin'?"
"Well, Beautiful," Riley said coyly, "You can start of by telling me where you learned to dance like that, and then we'll move to why you decided to take a poor stranger like me home with you."
Bianca nodded, laughing slightly. "Every socialite knows how to dance like that." She took a sip from her wine glass, cupping it gently in her hands. "I took fifteen years of dance too." She looked at Riley gently. "I took you home because you've peaked my intrest."
Riley grinned, "And you kissed me because?" She sipped at her wine politely, not all that interested in it.
"I wanted to," Bianca replied without hesitation.
Clearing her throat Riley asked, "Kiss girls often on a whim?"
Bianca shook her head. "Try never."
Riley nodded, letting that sink in. She set her wine down on the table near teh couch and said, "I'm honored beyond words, then."
Bianca set her glass down and bit her lip again. "Can't quite put my finger on it, but I kinda feel like I'm drawn to you."
Riley moved a little closer to Bianca and told her, "I understand perfectly why I'm drawn to you, Princess."
Bianca raised her eyebrow. "Why's that, Sugar?"
Riley grinned, "Three reasons. One, you are drop dead gorgeous. Two, you have the softest lips I've ever felt. And three, you're a Slayer." ((i assumed))
Bianca's eyes narrowed. "How'd you know that last part?"
Riley immediately backed up, showing Bianca respect. "I know it because I can recognize my kind, Beautiful. How else can you explian the safe feeling you get with me?"
Bianca shook her head. "Okay, so that's one of the senses I haven't quite got down yet..." She looked down. "I'm sorry."
Riley reached out and brought Bianca's face back up saying, "Why are you sorry, Princess?" Riley slowly shook her head, "Nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who should say I'm sorry; I shouldn't have kissed you without permission."
Bianca smiled. "I'm far from bein' your Mistress. Kiss me anytime you want."
Riley complied, her lips softly brushing against those in front of her.
Bianca smiled into the kiss, and she felt herself leaning closer to the other girl.
"Mmm," Riley murmured, "For a straight girl you sure kiss divinely." She pulled Bianca closer to her.
"Nobody said I was straight," Bianca purred, leaning over Riley, kissing her a little harder.
"There I go assuming things," Riley said in between kisses, the added heat from Bianca spicing things up greatly. She slowly pulled back, "I'd still like to know more about this amazing girl I'm kissing."
Bianca smirked. "Start askin'..." She didn't move, and kept kissing Riley.
Riley found it hard to concentrate on being a lady with that beautiful body so close to her. It was possible however and she asked, "How long have you been in Roswell?"
"Two... years..." Bianca replied in between kisses. "Track scholarship..."
"Oh," Riley said, her mouth moving to kiss Bianca's neck wetly. She made her way up her neck and nibbled on Bianca's ear before whsipering, "How long you been a Slayer?"
Bianca's eyes fell closed, her body pressing more fully against the girl's beneath her. "Since that crazy witch did her spell... That's what they tell me."
"Do I sense some bitterness?" Riley reached up and caressed Bianca's face tenderly.
Bianca sighed softly. "It kinda puts a kink in my social life," she admitted.
Riley kissed Bianca's nose softly, "Is that the only reason?"
Bianca crinkled her nose a little. "I was never big on fightin'. I took all the martial arts classes as a kid, but this ain't the same."
Riley nodded slowly and told her sweetly, "I can help you out with the social part."
Bianca leaned down, kissing her lower lip. "Mmm, and how's that?" she asked, kissing along Riley's neck.
Riley gasped slightly before replying, "I could keep you company during the long, lonely nights...... Of patrolling, that is."
Bianca smirked. "Is that all you really want?" she purred into Riley's ear.
"Honestly," Riley asks, her hands lightly running across Bianca's back.
Bianca nodded. "Nothin' but, Darlin'. I want you to always feel like you can be honest with me..."
Riley kissed Bianca softly before telling her, "I'd love nothing more than to ravish you, right now. But I'm a lady, and not in the market for a quick lay. I want to fall in love."
Bianca laughed lightly, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. "Given my past, I think love is one of those dreams we never achieve. But I know what you mean... I ain't lookin' for just anyone either..."
Riley frowned slightly, "Love isn't a dream Princess. Give me time, and I'll show you." She kissed Bianca passionately.
Bianca whimpered softly, letting the passion in the kiss consume her. "I'll give you an eternity," she whispered breathlessly.
Riley let those words wash over her and the feeling in her stomach fluttered out of control. Her kisses became more urgent as her hands sought to meet contact with soft, Bianca flesh.
Bianca pulled back a little. "Can love really be based on lust?" she asked, her voice soft, yet full of desire.
Riley is taken aback. "You think this is simple lust?"
"No," Bianca said, shaking her head. "I think it's so much more... I'm just... nervous is all, Sugar."
"The connection between us, Princess, can't you feel it? Being what we are... We aren't made to love anyone else." Riley offered her a slight grin, "You can be nervous all you want. I'll just have to work hard and show you that it's real. If it's one thing I don't mind it's work."
Bianca laughed. "I'm certainly a challenge," she grinned. "But I'm willin' to learn, if you're willin' to teach."
"I'm always up for a challenge," Riley pronounced. She caressed Bianca's cheek and told her, "And I'll teach you anything you want to learn."
Bianca leaned down, kissing Riley with the tenderest of kisses. "I'll spoil you... Anythin' you want... You'll have..."
Riley shook her head, "The only thing I'll ever need is you by my side."
Bianca blushed, biting her lip. "you're too sweet."
Riley shruged, "I'm honest." She smiled at Bianca, "Is there anything I could ever give you that you don't already have?"
"Materially, no," Bianca admited. "But emotionally, there's a whole void that needs fillin'."
Riley swiftly told her, "And I've got a lot of that to give."
Bianca smiled. "You make me wanna fall," she whispered.
"And when you do I'll be the one to catch you," Riley gently told her in response.
Bianca leaned down and kissed Riley again softly. "We keep this up, we'll never get dinner, and this will move quicker than I think we want it to."
Riley nodded, "I think you are right, Beautiful." She cleared her trhoat and told her, "But I think I'm a little too tired for anything other than a shower and some rest. Hitch-hiking to Roswell from San Antonio will exhaust any girl, even a SLayer."
"San Antonio?" Bianca asked, grinning. "Born and raised Austin girl myself." She sat back, letting Riley up.
Riley grinned, "I thought it was Texan, but I couldn't be sure." She stretched before saying, "I was born in Mexico, but came to Texas after my family died."
Bianca gave Riley a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
Riley's face darkened but she said softly, "Thanks, Princess."
Bianca nodded. "If you ever wanna talk about it..."
Riley shrugged, "Nothing to say." She grinned, "I didn't stay in San Antonio long, though. I got a scholarship to Juliard. The only reason I came back to Texas is one of them stuff British clowns kidnapped me and told me to get my butt to Roswell."
Bianca shook her head. "I'm fuckin' sick of 'em." She smirked. "Why'd they tell you Roswell?"
Riley's eyes widened at the language but she didn't comment. "He said something about being a protection committee for the Witch. Who kno ws what else is going to pop up here," Riley told her, covering a yawn.
"Ahh... Yeah, I got a call yesterday that she was comin' to town." Bianca stood up, offering her hand to Riley. "Let me show you to your room? You'll have your own bathroom."
Riley nodded gratefully, "You are my Angel in disguise." She added coyly, "Even if I have to sleep alone."
Bianca smiled softly. "I keep my door unlocked... If you creep in durin' the night, I promise not to hurt ya."
Riley smirked, "If you're anything like me you keep a stake and a knife by your bed. What if you mistake me for something that goes bump in the night?"
Bianca shook her head. "Nothin' I've ever felt is as soft as your touch. I'd know it was you."
Riley felt her heart plummet into her stomach and she sighed. "You better watch yourself, Princess, or I'll fall in love with you."
Bianca smiled, taking Riley's hand and kissing it softly. "I thought that was the whole point."
Riley laughed, "Oh, yeah. Sometimes I forget these things." She reached out and pulled Bianca into a hug, this simple contact alone more wonderful than anything she had ever felt before in her life.
Bianca hugged Riley back, just holding her, not really wanting to let her go. "Take it one day at a time, Darlin'. If you need pajamas, there's silk ones in the top drawer of that dresser."
Riley laughed, "I would expect anything less from a girl like you, Angel. Thank you, but I brought my clothes with me in my bag. Pajamas have never been my forte, I'm more of a T-shirt and panties kind of girl."
Bianca laughed. "I'll actually haveta wear 'em now," she said, purring just slightly. "Kiddin'. I wear 'em, but they really ain't much, hope you don't mind."
Riley raised her eyebrow, "You actually think I'll mind?"
Bianca shrugged. "Didn't know if it would be too tempting," she grinned.
Riley laughed, "You're a big girl, and as I remember, you're the Queen. Anything you don't want to happen, won't happen."
Bianca nodded. "Gotta admit, it's gonna be hard to resist..."
Riley grinned, "I'll stay in my room, Beautiful." She kissed Bianca's cheek and said, "Sweet Dreams."
Bianca smiled, kissing Riley gently on the lips. "Sweet dreams, Darlin'. Sleep well, and I'll see you in the mornin'?"
Riley nodded, "Sure thing. What time do you get up? I'll try to have breakfast ready. That is, if I can use the kitchen."
Bianca nodded, smiling. "What's mine is yours, Darlin'. Except the car. She's my baby, and it's gonna take me a while to warm her up to you." She grinned. "I'm up at the ass crack of dawn... I usually go runnin'."
Riley nodded, "I don't drive anyway." She smiled and said, "I'm always up before teh sun, too. I just normally stretch instead of running." She cleared her trhoat before asking, "Is running an alone thing for you, or can new girls get an invitation?"
Bianca pretended to think about it. "Well, if you think you can keep up with me..." she trailed off.
Riley shrugged, "If I can't keep up with you I can find my way home."
Bianca smiled. "I'm kiddin'. I'd slow down for ya."
Riley took that in and stated, "You don't seem like the girl who would slow down for just anybody."
"That's because I'm not," Bianca agreed. "You ain't just anybody."
A blush creeped into Riley's dark skin and she mummbled, "That's good."
Bianca laughed. "Scoot, baby, or you'll never get goin' to bed."
"Buenas Noches, Bonita," Riley told her smiling. She turned and entered the room, slinging her bag down on teh floor and beginning to strip.
Bianca shook her head, overwhelmed. She carried the wine glasses and bottle back to the kitchen, cleaning up before getting ready for bed.
Riley crawled into the bed and thought, 'I will shower in teh morning, I'm way to tired now.' The silky sheets were foreign to her, but felt so wonderful. "Mmm," she whispered before closing her eyes and falling almost instantly to sleep.
Bianca slid into bed, a smile creeping across her lips. A smile that stayed with her as she fell asleep peacefully.
******Bianca & Riley******
Riley walked into the darkened bar, slammed her bag in a stool and slid into the one next to it. "Rum and coke," she ordered in a nonsense tone, hoping that ID wouldn't be needed.
Bianca smirked at the girl who was now sitting next to her at the bar. She nodded to the bartender, who promptly fixed Riley's drink and sat it in front of her. The blonde smiled sweetly, lazily. "Damien, can I have another Kamikaze please? Thanks, Darlin'."
Riley's gaze immediately went to the face that held the most charming voice she had ever heard in her life. She realized the power this girl, more of a woman, held and raised her drink slightly.
Bianca smiled, raising her glass once Damien had set it in front of her. "Cheers," she said softly, closing her eyes as she let the cool liquid slip past her lips.
Riley smiled to herself and thought, 'And who says Roswell isn't interesting?' Raising one eyebrow she leaned over to reveal tanned cleavage and asked, "What does a girl have to do to dance with you?"
Bianca raised her eyebrow. "Well that depends, Sug. You tryin' to impress some stud, or are you tryin' to pick up on me?"
Riley's face broke into a confidant smile, "I'm just looking to have a good time here in Roswell and right now, you look to be the best thing this town has to offer, Mami." She paused for a second to let her words sink in before she continued with, "If you'd rather sit at the bar alone, be my guest."
"Oh no, it's fine," Bianca said, her charming smile returning. "I'd actually love to dance." She took another sip of her drink, her free hand toying idly with the diamond she wore at her throat.
Choosing to ignore the diamond, Riley quickly unzipped her leather jacket and set it on her bag, revealing a super tight wife beater that showed off her naturally dark skin and ended a full inch before her low rider jeans started. "Well, you just made my night, Bonita."
Bianca nodded, smiling again as she slid off the barstool. She wore a pair of skin-tight black leather pants and a cropped white silk shirt, only the two middle buttons done. She offered her hand to Riley gracefully. "Well, baby, you keep sweet talkin' me like this, and you're definitely gonna make my night." She lowered her gaze for a second, adding, "And if you dance half as well as you talk..."
Riley took the offered hand and quickly showed Bianca she knew what dancing was all about by gracefully dipping her and smiling greatly. When Riley pulled her out of the dip she said, "You were saying, Miss..."
Bianca gave Riley an impressed nod. "Morgan," she finished. "I'm Bianca." She slipped her arms around the girl's neck. "You gonna grace me with your name, Darlin'?" she purred softly.
Riley grinned at her, showing her flawless teeth and said in Bianca's ear, "If you play your cards right." Then the music started and Riley began dancing, her hips moving expertly to the beat enticing Bianca to dance with her.
Bianca matched Riley step for step. She moved her body closer, practically grinding up on the other girl. It was obvious, she had done this before, and knew how to use her body to her advantage.
Riley had never found a dance partner that was her equal, much less better than her. Needless to say she was impressed. When that song ended Riley gave Bianca an appreciative look, "Nice moves."
Bianca smirked. "I know," she said, shrugging slightly. "Not too bad yourself, baby." She leaned in, kissing Riley's cheek softly. "You gonna let me buy you a drink?"
Riley took Bianca's hand and kissed it courtly and said, "I can think of nothing more I'd rather do, Beautiful." After a second's pause she added, "And the name's Riley."
"Well then, Riley. The pleasure's all mine." Bianca bit her lip shyly. "Name your poison."
Riley's mouth curved into a slow grin and she replied, "Water with lemon. I've had my poison for the night." She winked at Bianca as she thought, 'Ay, she's so cute when she bites her lip!'
"If you insist," Bianca replied, turning and ordering two waters with lemon. She handed Riley's to her and nodded. "I take it you're new here in Roswell?"
Riley shrugged casually. She smiled winningly and said coyly "I'm here on business, but I might stay for pleasure."
Bianca traced the rim of her glass with her perfectly manicured nail before glancing up into Riley's eyes. "Pleasure, hmm?" she asked, her voice lowered seductively.
Riley leaned in closer to her and smiled, "You know where I could find some in this town?"
Bianca pursed her lips slightly. "I might... What kinda pleasure you lookin' for?"
Riley laughed softly, "For now, nothing would give me greater pleasure than if you would dance with me again. She held her hand out expectantly.
Bianca slid her hand into Riley's and set her glass down on the bar. "You really are quite the charmer," she said, her smile giving away everything and nothing at the same time.
Riley blushed a little before she told Bianca, "Only when I see someone I know I have to have."
"Oh? You think you've gotta have me, Riley?" Bianca grinned, sliding her arms around the other girl's waist. "You think a girl like me doesn't have someone waitin' for her at home?"
Riley brough her lips to brush against Bianca's ear and whispered huskily, "If there were, you wouldn't be here with me, Mami."
"Oooh, and she's smart too," Bianca purred, tracing her fingertips over the inch of exposed skin on Riley's back.
Riley grinned as she felt Bianca's touch. "Be careful, Beautiful," she told her softly. The music was fast and hard, the beat begging Riley to grind and thrash her body to the sound. Hoping Bianca followed her lead, Riley began to move.
Bianca smirked. Danger was always her favorite game. She closed her eyes, pulling Riley closer to her as she began to move with her.
'Damn," Riley thought, 'This girl can move.' She allowed herself to be pulled closer and even let her body brush against the other woman seductively.
Bianca swayed her hips, her body dripping with sexuality. Inwardly, she was becoming more and more enthralled with Riley, and she tried desperately not to let it show.
When the song ended, Riley felt her body groan. She was reluctant to give up her claim on Bianca. The song that replaced the fast moving beat was something much slower, much more sensual. Without waiting for permission, Riley pulled Bianca to her.
Bianca flattened her palms, sliding her hands up Riley's back until they griped the other girl's shoulders gently. She looked deep into Riley's eyes, biting her lip again.
"Ay," Riley whispered just loud enough for Bianca to hear. She tightened her hold on the other girl, wrapping Bianca in safety.
Bianca released her lip, leaning her head just a little closer to Riley's. Her hands dropped, just long enough to come up and wrap around Riley's neck again.
Riley sighed, angry with herself and stepped away from teh embrace. "I'm going to regret this, Beautiful, but I'm not this kind of girl. I don't just meet a girl in a bar and... That's just not me."
Bianca nodded. "I ain't either. I mean, I could be, but... Daddy's little girl can't be a whore now, can she?" She took Riley's hand gently. "How long are you gonna be in town?"
Before she could stop herself Riley blurted out, "As long as you want me to be."
Bianca couldn't help but grin happily. "Well, seein' as how I live here, that could be a very long time," she whispered.
Riley was able to breathe again, her mouth always caused her to wonder if she went to far. She smiled, "Well, since you live here, Mami, could you tell me how to get to a Motel? And then give me your number so I can take you to lunch tomorrow? Your choice."
"You sure you wanna stay at a Motel, Darlin'? I've got this penthouse apartment... Two bedrooms,and nobody's occupyin' the second room." Bianca stepped back, her tongue running over her lower lip. "Of course, it's up to you, but you're definitely on for lunch tomorrow."
Riley returned to her location slow-dancing with Bianca. "Mmm," she murmured, "You've only known me an hour, beautiful. How do you know I'm safe?"
Bianca's lips formed a slight grin. "The kinda work my Daddy does? You learn how to tell the good ones from the bad ones... Let's just say I've got a feelin' about you..."
Riley purred softly in Bianca's ear, "Well, you'd be right, Mami. I'm about as safe as they come."
Bianca felt an involuntary shiver run down her spine. "I already knew that," she purred back, her lips brushing very softly over Riley's neck.
Riley felt all inhibitions leave her body as she trembled at the touch. She took a deep breath meant to settle her feelings, instead she smelled Bianca's perfume and sunk herself further into desire.
"So, what do ya say, Sugar? You gonna crash with me?" Bianca purred expertly, her eyes closing as she felt herself get lost in the feeling of Riley's soft embrace.
Snapping back to reality Riley shook her head, "I'm not sure that's a good idea, Beautiful. I'm trying to treat you like a lady should be treated and if I were to crash with you..." Riley's words trailed off as she smiled winningly at Bianca. "I might not behave like I should."
Bianca shrugged slowly. "If the feelin's mutual, then does it really matter who's treatin' who like the lady?"
Riley didn't answer Bianca's question, instead she told the blonde, "You have the sexiest accent I have ever heard. I wonder, is it always like this?"
Bianca nodded. "Always," she said huskily. "Everyone back home always wanted to lose it, But I can't help it. I like it too much."
"Don't lose it," Riley told her, "It drives me wild." After a pause, "You want to dance with me some more so I can put that degree from Juliard to use, or are we calling it a night, Beautiful?"
Bianca thought about it for a second. "We could always call it a night, and I could take you back to my place... You hungry?" she asked playfully.
Riley took the bait and told her, "Depends on what you're offering me. If you suggest the right thing, I could be famished."
Bianca nodded. "How do you feel about Italian, expensive wine, and some... quieter, softer music?"
"Anything your heart desires, Beautiful," Riley replied. She smiled, "Just say the words."
Bianca smiled, kissing Riley's cheek before whispering, "Let's get outta here, Darlin'."
Riley laughed and told Bianca, "As you wish." She threw a twenty on the bar and grabbed her stuff. "Lead the way."
Bianca held out her hand for Riley, fishing in her pocket for her car keys. She walked towards her silver Porsche, grinning as she unlocked the doors. "Hope you don't mind ridin' in style?"
Riley's eyes widened as she asked, "What was Daddy's name again?" She felt herself falter a little as she thought, 'Is this girl what she appears to be?'
Bianca leaned over the top of the car. "Gianni Morgan," she answered. "What? So I'm a little spoiled," she teased.
Riley decided to let her instincts take over, "Well, as long as you are used to it, I should keep up the tradition, eh?" She slid into the car, her top riding up another two inches against the leather interior.
Bianca slid into the driver's seat and grinned. "I secretly have this thing for spoilin' other people," she admitted, starting the car
Riley laughed, "I've never been spoiled a day in my life, Mami. I don't expect it to start now." She smirked as the radio came on and a Britney Spear's song came over the speakers.
Bianca looked over at Riley. "Maybe you should get used to it," she purred. "Feel free to change the disc."
Riley held her hands up, "I wouldn't dream of touching your player, Beautiful." She sighed content as she looked over at Miss Bianca Morgan. That winning personality wrapped up in that hot body was just too good to be true. "It seems Roswell has a lot more to offer than I first thought."
Bianca smiled innocently at Riley as she sped towards her apartment complex. "Seems Roswell attracts the hotties."
Riley raised her eyebrow and told Bianca, "Thank you." With a sideways glance she whispers, "You aren't so bad yourself, and what I like most - you know it."
"I only call it like I see it, Sugar," Bianca replied. "I gota tell you, it takes a lot to attract my attention."
Riley grinned mischievously, "And what pray tell, Bianca, must I do to captivate you? And do be honest, I live for a challenge."
Bianca turned into the parking lot of her complex, parking the car. "You've gotta be smart. I don't take anyone's shit, so don't give me any." She traced her fingertip along Riley's jawline. "Treat me like a queen, but don't fall at my feet."
Riley leaned forward and pressed her lips to Bianca's. She gave the girl a quick, yet passionate kiss. "As you wish, your Majesty."
Bianca smiled, pulling Riley close and kissing her again softly. "You'll win me over quickly pullin' stunts like that..."
Riley nibbled Bianca's lip before pulling back. "I plan to," she told Bianca seriously.
Bianca closed her eyes for a second. "Good," she whispered. "Wanna go upstairs?"
Riley grinned wickedly, "Soft music and expensive wine upstairs? Or comfy bed for two upstairs?"
"Both..." Bianca grinned seductively. "If you play your cards right..."
"Mmmm," Riley murmured in her ear, "You sure know what to say to have a girl give you the world." With that said she planted a soft, nibbling kiss on Bianca's neck.
"Years of practice," Bianca said softly. "C'mon." She kissed Riley's lower lip gently, then slid out of the car.
Riley followed obediently, grabbing her stuff from the car and staring at Bianca's ass the whole time. "Is there anything about you that isn't perfect," Riley called out to her.
Bianca shook her head. "Honestly? I don't think so." She laughed.
Riley joined in the laughter, saying quitely to herself, "Ay, I don't see any flaws." When they reached the door, Riley inwardly became nervous. Her palms started to sweat, but that was teh only outward appearence of her sudden nervousness.
Bianca unlocked the door, opening it for Riley. "You okay, Darlin'?" she asked, genuine concern on her face.
Riley gulped, "I'm good, Beautiful. Why wouldn't I be? I've got the most beautiful girl in all of Roswell entertaining me tonight." She smiled charmingly.
Bianca shook her head. "No expectations, baby," she admitted. "Just thought you might want a nice dinner and a warm bed to sleep in."
Riley looked visibly relieved, "A warm bed sounds a sight better than the places I've stayed lately, Bianca. I'm very glad for it, not to mention lucky. You are by far the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen."
Bianca smiled, a very slight blush creeping to her cheeks. "Well, thanks Darlin'." She waited for Riley to walk into the apartment, then closed the door behind them.
"Do you have any idea how adorable you are," Riley asked her, catching the blush. She wanted to smack herself, 'I'm such a flirt,' Riley tells herself mentally ashamed.
Bianca nodded. "Sometimes. I ain't used to gettin' complimented by such beautiful girls though." She smiled, taking Riley's hands into her own.
Without thinking, Riley leaned forward and gave Bianca the sweetest of kisses. "You certainly should be."
Bianca felt the tingle of Riley's lips on her own and closed her eyes. "You should be too," she whispered. "You'll have to forgive me. I'm a little rusty when it comes to flirtin' with girls."
Riley raised her eyebrows, "Hmm, that's not the feeling I got from you, Princess, and I'm very seldom wrong. Why don't we sit and talk for a bit? I'd love to hear your story."
Bianca nodded. "Red or white wine?" she asked, motioning for Riley to sit on the leather couch.
"White," Riley replied, "It's softer." She took a seat on the couch, removing her boots and making herself comfortable.
Bianca smiled, walking into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with two crystal wine glasses and a bottle of wine. She set the glasses down, pouring Riley's glass first, then her own. She sat down, taking off the stiletto boots she was wearing, and smiled. "Where do you want me to start, Darlin'?"
"Well, Beautiful," Riley said coyly, "You can start of by telling me where you learned to dance like that, and then we'll move to why you decided to take a poor stranger like me home with you."
Bianca nodded, laughing slightly. "Every socialite knows how to dance like that." She took a sip from her wine glass, cupping it gently in her hands. "I took fifteen years of dance too." She looked at Riley gently. "I took you home because you've peaked my intrest."
Riley grinned, "And you kissed me because?" She sipped at her wine politely, not all that interested in it.
"I wanted to," Bianca replied without hesitation.
Clearing her throat Riley asked, "Kiss girls often on a whim?"
Bianca shook her head. "Try never."
Riley nodded, letting that sink in. She set her wine down on the table near teh couch and said, "I'm honored beyond words, then."
Bianca set her glass down and bit her lip again. "Can't quite put my finger on it, but I kinda feel like I'm drawn to you."
Riley moved a little closer to Bianca and told her, "I understand perfectly why I'm drawn to you, Princess."
Bianca raised her eyebrow. "Why's that, Sugar?"
Riley grinned, "Three reasons. One, you are drop dead gorgeous. Two, you have the softest lips I've ever felt. And three, you're a Slayer." ((i assumed))
Bianca's eyes narrowed. "How'd you know that last part?"
Riley immediately backed up, showing Bianca respect. "I know it because I can recognize my kind, Beautiful. How else can you explian the safe feeling you get with me?"
Bianca shook her head. "Okay, so that's one of the senses I haven't quite got down yet..." She looked down. "I'm sorry."
Riley reached out and brought Bianca's face back up saying, "Why are you sorry, Princess?" Riley slowly shook her head, "Nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who should say I'm sorry; I shouldn't have kissed you without permission."
Bianca smiled. "I'm far from bein' your Mistress. Kiss me anytime you want."
Riley complied, her lips softly brushing against those in front of her.
Bianca smiled into the kiss, and she felt herself leaning closer to the other girl.
"Mmm," Riley murmured, "For a straight girl you sure kiss divinely." She pulled Bianca closer to her.
"Nobody said I was straight," Bianca purred, leaning over Riley, kissing her a little harder.
"There I go assuming things," Riley said in between kisses, the added heat from Bianca spicing things up greatly. She slowly pulled back, "I'd still like to know more about this amazing girl I'm kissing."
Bianca smirked. "Start askin'..." She didn't move, and kept kissing Riley.
Riley found it hard to concentrate on being a lady with that beautiful body so close to her. It was possible however and she asked, "How long have you been in Roswell?"
"Two... years..." Bianca replied in between kisses. "Track scholarship..."
"Oh," Riley said, her mouth moving to kiss Bianca's neck wetly. She made her way up her neck and nibbled on Bianca's ear before whsipering, "How long you been a Slayer?"
Bianca's eyes fell closed, her body pressing more fully against the girl's beneath her. "Since that crazy witch did her spell... That's what they tell me."
"Do I sense some bitterness?" Riley reached up and caressed Bianca's face tenderly.
Bianca sighed softly. "It kinda puts a kink in my social life," she admitted.
Riley kissed Bianca's nose softly, "Is that the only reason?"
Bianca crinkled her nose a little. "I was never big on fightin'. I took all the martial arts classes as a kid, but this ain't the same."
Riley nodded slowly and told her sweetly, "I can help you out with the social part."
Bianca leaned down, kissing her lower lip. "Mmm, and how's that?" she asked, kissing along Riley's neck.
Riley gasped slightly before replying, "I could keep you company during the long, lonely nights...... Of patrolling, that is."
Bianca smirked. "Is that all you really want?" she purred into Riley's ear.
"Honestly," Riley asks, her hands lightly running across Bianca's back.
Bianca nodded. "Nothin' but, Darlin'. I want you to always feel like you can be honest with me..."
Riley kissed Bianca softly before telling her, "I'd love nothing more than to ravish you, right now. But I'm a lady, and not in the market for a quick lay. I want to fall in love."
Bianca laughed lightly, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. "Given my past, I think love is one of those dreams we never achieve. But I know what you mean... I ain't lookin' for just anyone either..."
Riley frowned slightly, "Love isn't a dream Princess. Give me time, and I'll show you." She kissed Bianca passionately.
Bianca whimpered softly, letting the passion in the kiss consume her. "I'll give you an eternity," she whispered breathlessly.
Riley let those words wash over her and the feeling in her stomach fluttered out of control. Her kisses became more urgent as her hands sought to meet contact with soft, Bianca flesh.
Bianca pulled back a little. "Can love really be based on lust?" she asked, her voice soft, yet full of desire.
Riley is taken aback. "You think this is simple lust?"
"No," Bianca said, shaking her head. "I think it's so much more... I'm just... nervous is all, Sugar."
"The connection between us, Princess, can't you feel it? Being what we are... We aren't made to love anyone else." Riley offered her a slight grin, "You can be nervous all you want. I'll just have to work hard and show you that it's real. If it's one thing I don't mind it's work."
Bianca laughed. "I'm certainly a challenge," she grinned. "But I'm willin' to learn, if you're willin' to teach."
"I'm always up for a challenge," Riley pronounced. She caressed Bianca's cheek and told her, "And I'll teach you anything you want to learn."
Bianca leaned down, kissing Riley with the tenderest of kisses. "I'll spoil you... Anythin' you want... You'll have..."
Riley shook her head, "The only thing I'll ever need is you by my side."
Bianca blushed, biting her lip. "you're too sweet."
Riley shruged, "I'm honest." She smiled at Bianca, "Is there anything I could ever give you that you don't already have?"
"Materially, no," Bianca admited. "But emotionally, there's a whole void that needs fillin'."
Riley swiftly told her, "And I've got a lot of that to give."
Bianca smiled. "You make me wanna fall," she whispered.
"And when you do I'll be the one to catch you," Riley gently told her in response.
Bianca leaned down and kissed Riley again softly. "We keep this up, we'll never get dinner, and this will move quicker than I think we want it to."
Riley nodded, "I think you are right, Beautiful." She cleared her trhoat and told her, "But I think I'm a little too tired for anything other than a shower and some rest. Hitch-hiking to Roswell from San Antonio will exhaust any girl, even a SLayer."
"San Antonio?" Bianca asked, grinning. "Born and raised Austin girl myself." She sat back, letting Riley up.
Riley grinned, "I thought it was Texan, but I couldn't be sure." She stretched before saying, "I was born in Mexico, but came to Texas after my family died."
Bianca gave Riley a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
Riley's face darkened but she said softly, "Thanks, Princess."
Bianca nodded. "If you ever wanna talk about it..."
Riley shrugged, "Nothing to say." She grinned, "I didn't stay in San Antonio long, though. I got a scholarship to Juliard. The only reason I came back to Texas is one of them stuff British clowns kidnapped me and told me to get my butt to Roswell."
Bianca shook her head. "I'm fuckin' sick of 'em." She smirked. "Why'd they tell you Roswell?"
Riley's eyes widened at the language but she didn't comment. "He said something about being a protection committee for the Witch. Who kno ws what else is going to pop up here," Riley told her, covering a yawn.
"Ahh... Yeah, I got a call yesterday that she was comin' to town." Bianca stood up, offering her hand to Riley. "Let me show you to your room? You'll have your own bathroom."
Riley nodded gratefully, "You are my Angel in disguise." She added coyly, "Even if I have to sleep alone."
Bianca smiled softly. "I keep my door unlocked... If you creep in durin' the night, I promise not to hurt ya."
Riley smirked, "If you're anything like me you keep a stake and a knife by your bed. What if you mistake me for something that goes bump in the night?"
Bianca shook her head. "Nothin' I've ever felt is as soft as your touch. I'd know it was you."
Riley felt her heart plummet into her stomach and she sighed. "You better watch yourself, Princess, or I'll fall in love with you."
Bianca smiled, taking Riley's hand and kissing it softly. "I thought that was the whole point."
Riley laughed, "Oh, yeah. Sometimes I forget these things." She reached out and pulled Bianca into a hug, this simple contact alone more wonderful than anything she had ever felt before in her life.
Bianca hugged Riley back, just holding her, not really wanting to let her go. "Take it one day at a time, Darlin'. If you need pajamas, there's silk ones in the top drawer of that dresser."
Riley laughed, "I would expect anything less from a girl like you, Angel. Thank you, but I brought my clothes with me in my bag. Pajamas have never been my forte, I'm more of a T-shirt and panties kind of girl."
Bianca laughed. "I'll actually haveta wear 'em now," she said, purring just slightly. "Kiddin'. I wear 'em, but they really ain't much, hope you don't mind."
Riley raised her eyebrow, "You actually think I'll mind?"
Bianca shrugged. "Didn't know if it would be too tempting," she grinned.
Riley laughed, "You're a big girl, and as I remember, you're the Queen. Anything you don't want to happen, won't happen."
Bianca nodded. "Gotta admit, it's gonna be hard to resist..."
Riley grinned, "I'll stay in my room, Beautiful." She kissed Bianca's cheek and said, "Sweet Dreams."
Bianca smiled, kissing Riley gently on the lips. "Sweet dreams, Darlin'. Sleep well, and I'll see you in the mornin'?"
Riley nodded, "Sure thing. What time do you get up? I'll try to have breakfast ready. That is, if I can use the kitchen."
Bianca nodded, smiling. "What's mine is yours, Darlin'. Except the car. She's my baby, and it's gonna take me a while to warm her up to you." She grinned. "I'm up at the ass crack of dawn... I usually go runnin'."
Riley nodded, "I don't drive anyway." She smiled and said, "I'm always up before teh sun, too. I just normally stretch instead of running." She cleared her trhoat before asking, "Is running an alone thing for you, or can new girls get an invitation?"
Bianca pretended to think about it. "Well, if you think you can keep up with me..." she trailed off.
Riley shrugged, "If I can't keep up with you I can find my way home."
Bianca smiled. "I'm kiddin'. I'd slow down for ya."
Riley took that in and stated, "You don't seem like the girl who would slow down for just anybody."
"That's because I'm not," Bianca agreed. "You ain't just anybody."
A blush creeped into Riley's dark skin and she mummbled, "That's good."
Bianca laughed. "Scoot, baby, or you'll never get goin' to bed."
"Buenas Noches, Bonita," Riley told her smiling. She turned and entered the room, slinging her bag down on teh floor and beginning to strip.
Bianca shook her head, overwhelmed. She carried the wine glasses and bottle back to the kitchen, cleaning up before getting ready for bed.
Riley crawled into the bed and thought, 'I will shower in teh morning, I'm way to tired now.' The silky sheets were foreign to her, but felt so wonderful. "Mmm," she whispered before closing her eyes and falling almost instantly to sleep.
Bianca slid into bed, a smile creeping across her lips. A smile that stayed with her as she fell asleep peacefully.
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