Page 100 of House of Bass

“I wasn't avoiding you,” Scarlett said looking at her drink, “I was giving you space.”

“Everytime we have a disagreement, you pull the same thing. I just want you to talk to me.”

Scarlett rubbed her face with her hands. “This isn’t a disagreement. You had your sister to deal with and I didn’t want to pressure you into something that you didn’t want.” Harley lets her continue as she seemed to be leading somewhere, “But the thing is, It’s been driving me fucking crazy. I hate being apart from you and when we’re not together, all I ever wonder about is what it is you’re doing, who you’re talking to and why I’m not with you. It’s like you’re etched somewhere in my soul and there was no way to get you out.

“You were avoiding me too and I get it you don’t feel that way about me, not like I do about you. I have had time over the last couple days to accept it. I’m okay with burying it down as long as I have my best friend back,” Scarlett professed, her voice breaking with every word.

“What way?” Harley prompted, wanting her to finish. To finally let out what she had been holding in.

“You said not to play dumb.” She glared at her but Harley kept quiet. Then Scarlett whispered something afterwards but Harley wasn't sure what was said, “You what?”

Then she screamed, “I’m in love with you!”

That she heard and it startled her, but at the same time every piece of the puzzle fell right into place. “You love me?” Harley’s raspy voice softening.

“Of course, I do.” Scarlett replied, her lips in a pout and her brown eyes bigger than they usually were. “Who wouldn’t?”

They were standing less than a foot apart, their bodies moving like magnets, always wanting to be near the other. Then Harley did what she wished she had done as soon as she saw Scarlett, she grabbed her face and kissed her.

Their tongues met, mapping out a tender rhythm, and Harley savoured her soft lips while touching every piece of her that she could. Waist, breasts and everything in between. She had always been the taller one so she used this advantage to lift her and she immediately responded by wrapping her legs around her.

Suddenly the vibe shifted from slow and soft to hard and frantic and wanting more. Scarlett had her back rested against the fridge, grinding onto her but feeling restricted by their clothing.

Harley pulled her lips off her and a needy whine escaped Scarlett. “We should go somewhere people can't walk in at any moment,” she said, breathing heavily, nodding to the kitchen entrance that had no door. Even though Scar looked like she was seconds away from ripping her dress apart.

“Come with me.”

She climbed off her and latched their hands together, led her up a flight of stairs until they reached an empty room. Once inside, Scarlett locked the door and immediately gave her a coy smile, sliding her dress down her body, her underwear still on, before kicking off her heels soon after. Then she pounced on Harley, resuming kissing her with her hands roaming her breasts.

She took the opportunity to pull off Harley’s top, revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra, then began peppering kisses from her neck all the way down to her chest. Scar circled her tongue around her brown nipples, drawing soft moans from her.

Harley carried them both to the bed, lowering her down as she hovered above her, snapping off her bra and flinging it absentmindedly elsewhere. Their breasts glided together, their nipples touching; she felt like she could orgasm from the friction alone. It sent a shiver down her spine. She quickly shed the rest of her clothing and put two fingers in Scar’s mouth, watching with pleasure as she sucked on them.

Harley took those same two fingers and slipped them inside Scarlett, and she arched her back at the insertion, moving to the rhythm of the fingers inside her. She touched her clit, and soon after, Scar came with a sigh and a laugh. Again, she kissed Harley, their naked bodies stirred together.

Scarlett turned Harley around, lifted one of her legs, and aligned their bodies together, slowly rocking against her until she could barely control herself. They both moved faster and faster until they came together, then she dropped down on Harley.

“I love you, too,” Harley said as she kissed her sweaty forehead. Scarlett responded by nuzzling closer, resting her head on her breasts, like if she could, she would burrow herself into Harley’s skin and live there.

37

HARLEY

Harley picked up the first piece of clothing she could find, the purple dress, and put it on as Scarlett lounged back on the bed watching her. They had been holed up in the room for hours. She took in the room they had taken up residence in, admiring the paintings hung along one side of the pink walls, and then the other, where the wall itself had been turned into a canvas.

In the drawing, there was an amalgamation of different trees and flowers, including daisies, tulips, and more. Around the image were some birds, in particular doves perched on branches where the flowers grew. Green grass stretched alongside a flowing stream, with a pair of black swans floating side by side, giving the illusion that it spilled off the wall. It was magnificent.

“Whose room are we in? These are so well done.” She asked, entirely gobsmacked by the artwork. Her hand caressed the wall, her eyes gleaning with admiration.

“Mine. To the room and the wall,” Scar replied, the pride unmistakable in her voice.

“Have I mentioned you have a real gift?”

“You have and I do,” She sing-songed in return, grinning from ear to ear. She got off the bed, still topless and walked to Harley and wrapped her arms around her middle. “When I was younger, mum sometimes worked late so she dropped me off here a lot. Enough that I earned my own room.”

“Even when she wasn’t working I used to beg her to bring me, it was bigger than my room at home and Luke let me do whatever I wanted as long as I didn’t bother him when he was with…”

Harley nodded, understanding she meant the gang.