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Marta’s bladder woke her up and at first, she was very confused. Her waist was pinched, and she still had her stockings on, but another sensation came to her: a warm, solid, soft body pressed against her back and over her belt was an arm. That’s right; she was in a hotel bed with Fina where they had snuggled and fallen asleep. She slowly detached herself from Fina’s embrace and headed to the restroom. She looked like a mess: her hair was sticking up everywhere and sleeping in her clothes was very uncomfortable and yet, she couldn’t remember the last time she slept so well. In Fina’s arms there were no worries, even though it was illegal, she was married, and there should be 1,000 worries. Marta had been so nervous about her first night with Fina, but she had been treated with the utmost care. Fina’s last words to her: “No rush, we have our whole lives.” Echoed in her mind… their whole lives.
Marta quickly changed into the other outfit she brought for the next day and grabbed her journal and climbed back in bed atop the covers beside the still sleeping Fina. Marta was a writer. Being unable to show many emotions vocally or physically since her mom died would be near impossible if it wasn’t for her habit of journaling at least once a day. She wrote everything down that went on inside her head and then went to extreme lengths to keep those journals hidden, even making up a sort of code to write in so if they were found by her snooping brothers, they couldn’t glean any embarrassing secrets from them. It usually was such a release for her to write everything down and help her piece together what she was thinking and feeling but this morning every couple of words she’d find herself looking at Fina instead of the page. Fina must have gotten up sometime through the night because she had removed her cardigan and button-up leaving just her loose slip on- the rest of her was now hidden under the covers as she had covered them both when she arose sometime in the night.
Madre mia, was Marta obsessed with Fina’s mouth, she let out little puffs of air while she slept and though most of her lipstick had rubbed off there was still some stubborn pink hidden in the corners of her lips. Marta longed to lean over and either wipe or kiss them off but didn’t dare wake her until absolutely necessary. Marta mentally kicked herself for letting them fall asleep in their clothes, Fina probably didn’t pack another outfit, she didn’t have as many as Marta did. Marta was never a big spender and only bought clothes when needed. She brought practical clothes but ones that fit her business and her station. All of a sudden, she got the intense urge to buy Fina clothes, go shopping with Fina and dress her in different colors and styles to see what looked best on her. She’d spend money like Jesus if she could spend it on Fina. Then she could also take each of those outfits off Fina.
---- Where had that thought come from? Marta did not think of helping people out of their clothes. She hadn’t lied last night, though she had loved Jaime when she married him even on their wedding night the sex hurt, and he kept saying she was too tense and needed to relax. Even after all these years that was always her problem, she was too tense and overthought about what was happening, sex was a scary vulnerable act that had a lot of importance. A woman must please her husband in this way, or he’ll look for it somewhere else; that’s what the old ladies told her. Turns out Jaime had more of a heart for the sea than another woman and her shortcomings just seemed to make him travel abroad endlessly. She couldn’t disappoint Fina and drive her away. Jaime left her lonely, but she could and had been getting along just fine without him, but to lose Fina, it would break her.
That was the moment Marta realized she had just been staring at Fina’s chest go up and down with every breathe for a ridiculous amount of time. Unlike Jaime, Fina she couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t stop kissing, didn’t know how not to stare, and watch her every move trying to commit every single detail to memory. She blushed all the way up to the tops of her ears and looked away as her mind started wandering to what Fina’s chest might feel like if she reached out and touched her. Would she find Fina’s heart pounding as hard as hers was? What did breasts feel like anyway? She had felt her own but never another woman’s, at least not in her hand and on purpose before. There was a sigh beside her, and she glanced over to be met with Fina’s soft brown eyes looking up at her adoringly.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Fina rolled onto her back and stretched her arms above her head. Marta’s mouth went completely dry watching her flimsy slip move over her torso and thinking about what this angel looked like underneath it. What was happening to her? She had never wondered what Jaime looked like under his clothes, but something about Fina was awakening something in her that was very new.
Marta cleared her throat, “Good morning!” Did she sound as breathless as she felt?
Fina leaned up and gave Marta a kiss on the cheek, “What are you doing?”
Marta barely got the words, “It doesn’t matter.” Out before she had connected their lips, holding Fina’s chin in place so she couldn’t get too far after the cheek kiss. Fina hummed against her kiss and Marta pulled away, shocked by how bold she was getting with the girl. “As much as I wish we could do that more, we should leave soon. You’ve got a work shift you can’t be late for.” Since she still had Fina’s chin in her hand and her face was still so close she grazed her nose against the length of Fina’s and kissed her lips once she reached the end. How she wanted to never stop kissing Fina.
Fina smiled and pulled away, “Ah yes, my boss is quite strict and does not accept tardiness.” She swung her legs over the bed and pulled on her skirt so fast and at such an angle Marta couldn’t see anything which she was disappointed about- what was going on with her?
Fina went to the chair her button up shirt was neatly folded and set on and stuck her arms in; Marta leaped off the bed, “Here let me help!” Echoing Fina’s request last night to help take off Marta’s top, now Marta was offering to help put Fina’s on. With Fina’s nod and slight smirk, Marta buttoned up each button taking her time just enjoying the closeness and if she kept brushing her knuckles against different parts of Fina’s torso, what of it? She couldn’t help touching her “accidentally” when doing this task.
“Here let me help!” Fina was shocked yet very pleased when Marta all but ran over to her to help her button her shirt. She couldn’t believe it, after years of having the biggest crush on her, here was Dona Marta buttoning up an old shirt for her. After waking up to see the dashing profile of this goddess then getting an extremely heated kiss when she offered a very tame one, Fina was a little bit more than a little turned on. Last night was absolutely lovely and she adored having Marta in her arms all night long, she slept so sweetly against her. Fina never realized how small and fragile Marta could be, but now she saw the layers peeling back- her tough, always in control exterior crumpling to find a nervous and highly sensitive woman that only Fina got to see. It drove Fina crazy in ways she had not expected, she got turned on when Marta got feisty too… maybe there was no side to Marta that wasn’t insanely attractive to Fina. Now Marta was buttoning her shirt at an agonizing rate, letting her hands brush against Fina’s stomach, breasts, sternum, and collarbone. She was going to lose all self-control and devour this woman if she wasn’t careful. Finally, Marta finished and Fina took a step backward to tuck the shirt into her skirt, secure it with a belt and start to put on her cardigan, trying to regain control of her breathing and thoughts. She looked up to find Marta just watching her with hooded eyes that meant they would be late and maybe regretful if they didn’t leave soon.
“Are you ready to go?” Fina stepped forward and grabbed both of Marta’s hands, “The real world awaits.” She kissed Marta’s knuckles on each hand, “I’ve had a lovely night with you.”
Marta stepped forward and gave her one more long kiss, “Yes, we should go back to the store. I hear your boss can be a real ogre when she’s angry.” She winked at Fina as she grabbed her luggage and off they went.