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The show was emotional and Vic found herself crying freely and Julia was also crying. Vic rarely ever cried about real life but a film or a show about animals and Vic was sobbing her heart out.
When they made it back to the palace it was 11.30pm and everyone was in bed. Vic had a room in the palace where she could stay whenever she wanted to, and Julia had a permanent room there. They were still holding hands; they literally hadn’t let go all day.
Vic walked with Julia to her room, wondering what next? What was this? What was happening?
Julia’s casual shirt was open at the neck and Vic wondered if she had spent the day staring at Julia’s fabulous breasts and she thought perhaps she had.
Fuck, I want her so much.
Vic was careful not to push anything. She didn’t want to mess things up. She didn’t know what she wanted. She knew she didn’t do relationships and she didn’t want to push anything on Julia on her dead wife’s birthday.
Julia led Vic into her room, sat on the ornate couch and Vic sat down next to her, and it was Julia that leaned across and kissed her.
The electricity that had been bubbling between them all day was released in Julia’s kiss. Her lips were full and pillowy as they kissed Vic so tenderly, so lovingly, that suddenly nothing else mattered. Vic lost herself in the kiss, releasing the desire she had felt so strongly from that moment that Julia had been lying on top of her in the zombie escape. Julia’s breasts had been pressed into her and Julia’s thigh had pressed against her clit. There were a million naked things that Vic had been imagining ever since.
Their kiss became hungrier, and Vic felt Julia’s desire as she kissed her. Julia’s hands moved to the waistband of Vic’s jeans and she felt Julia’s lovely fingers against her skin and the desire was huge.
Julia kissed her more and pushed her back on the couch laying on top of her as she had in the zombie tunnel, still fully dressed, this time kissing her passionately.
Vic felt alive. More alive than ever, as though kissing Julia breathed a life into her that she hadn’t realised was missing.
Julia’s mouth was insistent and determined.
Were they going to fuck?
Fuck, I want to, so badly.
Vic could feel her clit throbbing beneath Julia’s denim-clad thigh. Vic could feel desire rushing through her body with more excitement than she had ever known.
I can’t. Not tonight. Not on Helen’s birthday. Not when she is this vulnerable. I need to be sure it is what she wants. I don’t want her to regret anything.
Vic sat up, bringing Julia with her and breaking the kiss. Julia’s lips glistened wet.
“I can’t, Julia. Not tonight. Not on Helen’s birthday. I don’t want to take advantage of you. I need you to be sure it is what you want.”
Julia looked at her eyes full of lust beneath long eyelashes. “I want to.”
Vic took her hand. “I need to be sure. We both need to be sure.”
Julia nodded and she looked so sad that Vic felt terrible.
“Okay, so I am going to check on Hyzenthlay and change into my Pyjamas. Then I am going to come back and sleep in here with you. I don’t want you to be alone tonight. Do you think that would be okay?”
Julia nodded, thoughtfully.
“You had better have some fucking unattractive pyjamas you can sleep in tonight to make it easier for me to be able to resist you, okay?”
Julia smiled. "I’ll see what I can do.”
Back in her own room after checking on a happily sleeping Hyzenthlay, Vic stripped off and stepped under a cold shower. She was so turned on from kissing Julia. She needed to be a lot less turned on if she was planning to platonically share a bed with Julia.
What the fuck am I doing? I care about her. I don’t just want to fuck her… Although I do definitely want to fuck her.
Vic felt her head spinning. The cold water helped drown her sexual thoughts. Her body rushed with goose pimples under the shower. Her breasts felt full and had leaked in the pads she had had in her bra. Thank fuck they were working well though to deal with the issue.
Vic realised she didn’t have any pyjamas as such in her stuff at the palace. So she made do with underwear and an oversized old t-shirt.
She padded back down the silent palace corridors and let herself into Julia’s room, locking the door behind her. Julia was in bed, her hair wet from the shower. She wore traditional silk pyjamas. Vic didn’t say anything and Julia didn’t either. Julia looked so much younger suddenly. The motherly Julia was gone and here was this vulnerable Julia. Vic just wanted to care for her and help her. She slid into bed next to her and opened her arms to Julia. Julia clung to her and nuzzled into her and Vic buried her face in Julia’s damp hair. She kissed her hair.
