Part 12 (1/2)
”Stay with me for a while?” Deborah asked and squeezed Bridgette's fingers.
”You can bet I will. I'm not going anywhere. I'll watch over you while you sleep, sweet Deborah.”
Deborah smiled softly and drifted away, feeling safe in Bridgette's protected embrace as her mouth rubbed gently over the nape of her neck.
Bridgette waited until Deborah fell into a deep sleep before she got up from the bed. The storm had lessened to a drizzle and the room had become cool enough that she arranged the sheet over Deborah. Placing a soft kiss on her brow, Bridgette got dressed and went back over to her house. She checked in on Rotquel, who waited by the front door, and took her outside in the backyard to relieve herself while she grabbed her pencils and drawing pad. When Rotquel finished, and she gave her food in her bowl, she went back over to her Deborah.
Instead of joining her dozing lover in bed, she sat at the window seat next to the lamp she turned on, and watched Deborah, who slept on her side, facing her.
Bridgette was struck by how beautiful and peaceful Deborah looked in the muted darkness of the bedroom as the late afternoon fell into evening. The sheet had fallen around her hips where her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were on display, her nipples now flat and dormant, along with her feet peeking out. Bridgette would've pulled the sheet off Deborah, but didn't want to disturb her. She placed her drawing pad over her lap and starting tracing an outline that would eventually become a figure.
Bridgette lost herself in her drawing, and Deborah, who remained asleep until she moved on her stomach and hid her face into the pillow. She moaned and her leg twitched. Bridgette put the pad down at the exact same time Deborah cried out and sat up, shaking and covering her mouth.
”Deb, what is it?” Bridgette sat on the bed and pulled her into her arms.
Deborah hid her face in the crook of Bridgette's neck. She sniffed loudly and groaned. Bridgette cupped the back of her head and rocked her until Deborah came fully awake.
Finally Deborah lifted her head up but kept her arms around Bridgette's hips. She leaned back against the headboard and caressed the side of Deborah's face with her finger. Deborah grabbed hold of her hand and kissed the inside of her palm.
”I had a nightmare. It's the same one I have most nights, where some shadow comes out of nowhere and slashes my throat.” Deborah covered her own throat and her lips trembled. ”The last thing I remember before I wake up crying is my head being cut off my body.”
”Maybe your fears are entering your dreams. Did you have these nightmares back in Nevada?” Bridgette asked.
Deborah pulled away and sat up. She combed her fingers through her hair. ”Never. I barely dreamed at all. I usually pa.s.sed out exhausted afterward.”
Bridgette stopped from laughing over the noticeable blush staining Deborah's cheeks. s.e.x never made her tired, but quite the opposite. A short sting in the middle of her chest made her grimace. Knowing Deborah's psycho wife had given her such pleasure to the point Deborah pa.s.sed out made her less than happy-perhaps even jealous.
”I guess I'll have to try harder to make sure you're too tired from all the o.r.g.a.s.ms I give you that you won't be able to dream,” Bridgette said lightly and ignored the tightening in her chest. She took hold of Deborah's chin in a light grasp and kissed her. Deborah's lips moved slowly against her own. Bridgette lay on the bed and, still kissing Deborah, pulled her down next to her. Deborah broke the kiss and rested her cheek on her shoulder.
”How long have I been sleeping?”
”A few hours,” Bridgette replied, kissing Deborah's forehead.
Deborah exhaled softly and laid her hand flat over Bridgette's breast. Bridgette's body started to respond to Deborah's seemingly innocent touch, when Deborah lifted her head and squinted her red-rimmed eyes.
”Is that your drawing pad next to the window?”
Bridgette nodded. ”Yup. I couldn't sleep and went back over to my house to get my pad and pencils. I drew you while you slept.”
Deborah tilted her face down and hid under Bridgette's arm. ”You drew me drooling and snoring?”
A loud laugh escaped Bridgette's mouth and she turned on her side. Deborah did the same and tangled their legs together.
”You looked so beautiful and peaceful sleeping.” Bridgette brushed her lips against Deborah's, only to keep them still for a moment, then letting go.
”You have a great way with words,” Deborah said and rubbed one of Bridgette's curls between her fingers.
Bridgette stared intently at Deborah's face. She wanted to tell Deborah how special she thought her to be, but held back, since she had issues with that description, thanks to her b.i.t.c.h of a wife.
”Now who's the one thinking too hard?” Deborah asked and swiped her finger down Bridgette's cheek.
”It looks like we both have a lot of things on our minds,” Bridgette said, not failing to notice the lines straining Deborah's forehead.
”I was thinking how when I was little and woke up scared in the middle of the night, my Mom would stay with me in my bed and lie next to me just as we're doing now.”
Bridgette lifted an eyebrow over Deborah's admission. ”I remind you of your mother?”
Deborah covered her mouth with a hand and giggled. ”Not at all. What I'm feeling for you is far from that.”
Bridgette gave Deborah's chest a quick glance. Her nipples grew hard before her eyes. And what are your feelings for me?
Before she leaned over to give Deborah a kiss that would lead to them both rolling around on the bed and getting sweaty, Deborah nibbled on her thumbnail and looked out the window. ”I miss my Mom so much.”
”Why don't you give her a call to see how she's doing? I bet she'd love to hear your voice.”
”I-I don't think I can. I'm too scared to call her and find out if...” Deborah swallowed and shook her head. Her eyes grew bright with unshed tears. ”It's not safe. I can't take the chance that the call may be traced.”
Bridgette thought Deborah was overreacting, but didn't speak up about it. She brushed a hand over Deborah's head. ”What if we go out for a bite to eat? I know this great barbeque place two hours east of here if you don't mind the drive. There's bound to be a pay phone around. You can use one of those to make your call. Even if the call could be traced, it would lead back to there and nowhere near here. What do you say?”
The way Deborah chewed on her nail and remained quiet made Bridgette antsy. She sat up and tapped her fingers on her knee. Deborah dropped her hand away from her mouth.
”I'd need to take a shower first.”
”How about I join you?” Bridgette asked.
Deborah snickered and knelt on the bed, wrapping her arms around Bridgette's shoulders. ”That sounds like an excellent plan. But first I have a small problem that needs to be taken care of.”
”And what would that be?” Bridgette asked as she cupped Deborah's b.r.e.a.s.t.s and rolled her thumbs over her aroused flesh.
”I need you to take care of my small problem regarding my nipples. I really can't be seen in public like this,” Deborah said with mock repulsion and drifted her mouth over Bridgette's.
Bridgette fell on top of Deborah and gladly welcomed her kisses. They spent the next hour or so kissing and touching until they took a shower that led them to was.h.i.+ng one another thoroughly. By the time they got into Bridgette's car to take the two-hour drive to dinner, the rain had stopped and the sky had cleared.
When they reached their destination, Bridgette made sure Deborah ate, even though she kept s.h.i.+fting in her seat and bit her nails more than her food. When they finished their dinner and found a pay phone, Bridgette held Deborah close as she called her mother.
The night didn't end with happy tears on Deborah's end from hearing her mother's voice, but sobs of anguish and grief as she was told about her mother's pa.s.sing away a few weeks ago.
Bridgette drove back with a silent and morose Deborah until they arrived back in Woodberry Creek, where Bridgette made Deborah spend the night in bed, holding and comforting her, much like Deborah's mother did when she was a child.
When Deborah fell to sleep with tears marking her pale cheeks, Bridgette promised she would do whatever she could to make certain Deborah was never hurt again by anyone, even if it meant putting her own life on the line.
Chapter Seventeen.