-Late Night-
Bikini top...the red one this time. Maybe the sailor brais pants she wore on occasion. Hair combed and hanging well on her shoulders. It was important, the look. The look is what drew people to approach. It didn't matter much what came out of her mouth at this hour. As long as she looked good, it wouldn't matter. Gods she needed it badly at this hour.
The lust....the sweat....the sex that wasn't the romantic kind you read about in a novel.
She needed it badly, and was a point about her that even her wife didn't understand...couldn't fully understand. And was why she was allowed to act as she did. Her lipstick was a dark red and she she walked the steps up to the area behind the Quicksand, and saw people chatting on the benches, some engaged in some petting and kissing. She knew not to intrude. Had learned that lesson long ago. As passed someone in a full swimsuit by the lamp post her mind screamed in thought, "Slut....show some dignity and cover up." and in another thought, she smiled and winked at the woman, continuing into the Quicksand.
Such a crowd, loud chatter at the bar and at the tables, people coming and going. Others leaning against the pillars reading a book or sipping ale. And against that railing, some there to people watch. Others on the hunt.
She leaned against the rail, taking in the crowd before her.
Near the bar she caught sight of a little girl and her breath caught. Everything seemed to slow as she watched, gods how could this be? It was the little girl from her dream and tears stung her eyes immediately watching the little girl approach the bar. Her voice was a whisper, cracked and fighting back a wave of emotion. "No...can no' be...'m I dreamin'?"Â And as her breath picked up, a panic attack seemingly on the verge, a husky female voice next to her snapped her back to focus.
"Not likely, though I must be. You busy, or just here to take in the view?"
Melodia wiped her eyes quickly, hiding her tears, realizing the little girl was not a little girl at all but a young female Lalafell. She gulped and turned to the voice beside her, seeing a Hyur Midlander woman, dressed simply with a smile on her lips. She composed herself and took a breath before she began to chat with the woman.
The chatter in the Quicksand continued, people came and went, the women with sex on their minds clung to the rails awaiting their own turns, and Melodia and the woman headed to the inn rooms in the back. The last thought that went through her mind as she reserved the room again and headed back with her new friend was simply the young voice of a little girl.
"Mommy, I love you."
Wiping the tears from her eyes one last time, as she did every night, she followed her companion into the room and the door closed behind them.
-FIN-
Bikini top...the red one this time. Maybe the sailor brais pants she wore on occasion. Hair combed and hanging well on her shoulders. It was important, the look. The look is what drew people to approach. It didn't matter much what came out of her mouth at this hour. As long as she looked good, it wouldn't matter. Gods she needed it badly at this hour.
The lust....the sweat....the sex that wasn't the romantic kind you read about in a novel.
She needed it badly, and was a point about her that even her wife didn't understand...couldn't fully understand. And was why she was allowed to act as she did. Her lipstick was a dark red and she she walked the steps up to the area behind the Quicksand, and saw people chatting on the benches, some engaged in some petting and kissing. She knew not to intrude. Had learned that lesson long ago. As passed someone in a full swimsuit by the lamp post her mind screamed in thought, "Slut....show some dignity and cover up." and in another thought, she smiled and winked at the woman, continuing into the Quicksand.
Such a crowd, loud chatter at the bar and at the tables, people coming and going. Others leaning against the pillars reading a book or sipping ale. And against that railing, some there to people watch. Others on the hunt.
She leaned against the rail, taking in the crowd before her.
Near the bar she caught sight of a little girl and her breath caught. Everything seemed to slow as she watched, gods how could this be? It was the little girl from her dream and tears stung her eyes immediately watching the little girl approach the bar. Her voice was a whisper, cracked and fighting back a wave of emotion. "No...can no' be...'m I dreamin'?"Â And as her breath picked up, a panic attack seemingly on the verge, a husky female voice next to her snapped her back to focus.
"Not likely, though I must be. You busy, or just here to take in the view?"
Melodia wiped her eyes quickly, hiding her tears, realizing the little girl was not a little girl at all but a young female Lalafell. She gulped and turned to the voice beside her, seeing a Hyur Midlander woman, dressed simply with a smile on her lips. She composed herself and took a breath before she began to chat with the woman.
The chatter in the Quicksand continued, people came and went, the women with sex on their minds clung to the rails awaiting their own turns, and Melodia and the woman headed to the inn rooms in the back. The last thought that went through her mind as she reserved the room again and headed back with her new friend was simply the young voice of a little girl.
"Mommy, I love you."
Wiping the tears from her eyes one last time, as she did every night, she followed her companion into the room and the door closed behind them.
-FIN-
