Hurricane Watch - DK2

by Melissa Good

  A soft laugh. ”Well, I’m pulling into the parking space right now, so guess I’ll see you in a minute.” She hung up and got out of the car, closing and locking it and heading for the condo entrance. At the door she paused, reflecting.

  How many times had she come home, just like this, to a quiet emptiness? How many years had it been? The idea that someone was in there…god.

  Thoughtfully, she keyed in the lock and opened the door, stepping inside as a scrambling puppy and a smiling blonde greeted her. ”Hey guys.” Dar dropped her briefcase and knelt, playing with Chino for a moment before she stood and faced Kerry.

  ”Hey, here, let me take your jacket. You look wiped.” Kerry reached for it, only to have her hands caught and held, as Dar stepped closer to her. ”Wh—”

  Dar released her hands, and let her arms rest on Kerry’s shoulders, gently interlacing her fingers behind the smaller woman’s neck. She gazed into the puzzled green eyes, and wished she had the words to fit the emotion she could feel balling up inside her. She tried, but nothing would come out, so she merely drew Kerry’s head forward and gently Hurricane Watch

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  kissed it. ”Thank you.”

  ”Dar?” Kerry asked softly, pulling back a little and giving her a worried look. ”Are you okay?”

  There was really no way she could explain. ”Yeah.” She managed a smile. ”Just been a long day, that’s all. ”Awkwardly, she dropped her hands, then backed off a step. ”I’m going to go change. I think I need some coffee.” She rubbed the back of her neck wearily. ”Haven’t had a headache like this in a while.”

  Kerry cocked her head to one side. ”Mm...let me help.” She gently drew Dar into her bedroom, and peeled off her jacket, draping it neatly over the back of the chair near the dresser.

  ”I am capable of taking my own clothes off,” Dar protested mildly, finding herself intrigued by the absorbed look of concentration on her lover’s face.

  ”Well, sure, I know, but it’s a lot more fun for me if I do it,” Kerry replied, working the buckle loose on the thin, ornate belt then reaching around to unbutton Dar’s skirt. ”Because if you do it it’s just like...well, you know, changing. But if I do it...” She slid the zipper down, and removed the skirt, leaving Dar in her silk blouse.

  ”If you do it...” Dar repeated softly, tracing the line of her jaw. ”It becomes a lot more interesting.”

  ”Right,” Kerry agreed, slowly unbuttoning the shirt and letting it fall open, releasing a scent that was mostly Dar, and a touch of perfume.

  She slid her hands under the fabric and let her fingers slide up the smooth, powerful back, clucking softly at the tension she felt there.

  ”C’mon, lie down.” She gently peeled the shirt back, and Dar let it fall down her arms to the floor, feeling the slight chill as the conditioned air brushed her skin.

  It felt like a dream, really, but Dar couldn’t find it in her to protest.

  She allowed herself to be led over to the waterbed and gently pushed down onto it, feeling the surface give under her weight. She rolled over and spread her arms out a little, feeling the cool air suddenly warm on her back as Kerry settled over her, straddling her hips.

  Fingers slipped under the hooks of her bra and released it, then smoothly rubbed the area. Kerry’s hands were warm, and strong, and Dar felt the stiffness relax almost immediately as her companion started to work, kneading her shoulders and wringing tiny murmurs of appreciation from her. ”Ungh.”

  ”God, you really are tense,” Kerry commented softly, sliding her hands up Dar’s back to her neck and shoulders, which eased grudgingly under her touch. ”We’ve got to get you a recliner for your office or something.” She felt Dar chuckle, the vibration felt through her fingertips as they eased around Dar’s ribs.

  ”Hey.” Dar chuckled again.

  ”Whoops, sorry, forgot you were ticklish there,” Kerry teased, hitting the spot again on purpose, just to hear the laugh. She reached 302

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  over and got a small bottle of oil from the night stand and uncapped it, putting a little on her fingertips and rubbing them together before she started back to work. ”How does that feel?”

  The oil left warm traces across her skin, and Dar let out a long, satisfied breath. ”You’re the best.”

  Kerry regarded the smooth, tanned back with a distinct feeling of pleasure. ”I am?” she queried. ”The best what?”

  ”Everything,” Dar mumbled. ”The best assistant, the best cook, you give the best massages...”

  Kerry chuckled delightedly. ”That’s really cool. I’ve never been the best at something before, except debating,” she amended. ”But that doesn’t really count. All it means is I can win arguments.”

  Dar folded her arms, and rested her chin on them, glancing back quietly. ”You’re my best friend,” she added, with a touch of wistfulness.

  ”I never thought about having one of those until I met you.”

  Kerry gazed down at her, then she leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on the center of Dar’s back. ”I’m glad you feel that way.” She moved up and put another kiss a little higher. ”Because you’re my best friend. And the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my life,” she uttered softly, right into Dar’s ear.

  A gentle smile in return. She rubbed Dar’s shoulders lightly. ”Turn over so I can get the front.”

  That got her a saucily raised eye brow, as Dar twisted under her, and she was suddenly face to face with those amazing blue eyes, and a bare, powerful body trapped neatly under her own.

  Whoa. Kerry put her hands down lightly on the flat belly, spreading her fingers out and starting a gentle, rhythmic massage. God, Dar is so strong. She could feel it, as she moved up across her collarbone to her shoulders, feel the thick, powerful muscles just under the skin that flowed into her upper arms. Kerry leaned forward to get enough pressure, and found herself looking almost straight down at those twinkling, amused blue eyes. ”You know...” She paused, holding Dar down, and feeling the faint motion under her fingertips. It was almost scary. Almost intimidating.

  ”What?” Dar asked, watching her face.

  ”I think I know how Steve Irwin feels when he’s on top of a crocodile,” Kerry told her.

  Both dark brows shot up. ”Gee, thanks,” Dar drawled. “I love you too, honey.”

  ”No, no, no. I don’t mean you look like a crocodile, Dar.” Kerry laughed. ”It’s just that they’re always so much stronger than he is, and you get the feeling that at any moment, the croc might— Whoa—

  yeow!”

  Kerry felt the room whirl, then a heavy, warm weight settled over her. She cracked one eye open to see a blue orb inches from her. ”Uh oh.”

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  ”Might turn the tables?” Dar asked, with a seductive grin, as she leaned forward and pinned her lover down, taking a gentle nibble at her neck. ”Like that?”

  Kerry felt her breathing go ragged. ”I’m pretty sure a croc nibbling his neck doesn’t make old Steve feel like this,” she responded, swallowing a few times. ”But yeah.”

  Dar rolled back over, and allowed Kerry to resume her place. ”I kinda liked it this way.” She reached a hand down and stroked Kerry’s calf. ”Where were we?”

  Kerry slid up and found her lips. ”Right here.” She felt Dar’s hands start to roam, lifting up the light t-shirt she was wearing and letting the cool air brush against her skin. ”I was just about to say...” She tasted Dar’s lips again, then slowly lowered herself down, feeling the instant heat as their skin touched. ”That I love you.”

  Dar soaked the feeling up in quiet wonder. ”I love you too,” she responded, on an irregular breath. ”And I always will.”

  DAR AWOKE ABRUPTLY, disoriented for a minute as she caught her bearings, and shook the sleep out of her eyes. ”Wh—” The bed next to her was empty, though she could still, faintly, catch Kerry’s scent on the sheets, and she put her head back down, wondering what ha
d woken her up so violently.

  The fragments of a dream faded out of her consciousness, something dark and vaguely frightening, and she thought she remembered walking down a long, dusty road at night, all alone, in tears.

  Ugh...what was that? Dar shook her head to clear it, then put the thought aside. Can't blame it on dinner, since we skipped it, just one of those weird ones, I guess. She exhaled.

  Then she cocked her head, and listened, expecting to hear Kerry moving around in the bathroom, or maybe coming back from the kitchen. She heard neither, and her brows contracted. She’s a big girl, Dar. She can probably handle getting milk by herself. She sternly told the niggling anxiety.

  It didn't help. An uneasy tension in her guts sent the covers flying back, and Dar rolled out of the waterbed and padded off in search. The bathroom was empty, and so was the quiet, dark living room. She stuck her head in the kitchen, then she exhaled, and made her way up the stairs to the second floor. Kerry’s door was partially ajar, and she poked her head in, spotting her lover curled up in the large bed, her arms wrapped around her pillow.

  For a long moment, Dar froze, unsure of what to do. Surely Kerry had the right to sleep wherever she wanted to, without being questioned on it, right? Dar nibbled a fingernail, running her mind over the evening’s course, and trying to figure out if she’d done something wrong.

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  No. Not unless her understanding of right and wrong when it came to Kerry was way the hell off base. Kerry had been in a very good mood when they’d dropped off to sleep, so...

  Just then, the figure on the bed shifted and Dar heard a sharp intake of breath, and a tiny sound of pain. Without further thought, she bolted across the floor and knelt at the bedside, putting a hand on Kerry’s tense arm. ”Hey.”

  Green eyes gone silver in the moonlight blinked at her. ”Wh— Oh, Dar, god you startled me.”

  ”What’s wrong?” Dar asked, softly. ”Are you okay?”

  ”Oh,” Kerry sighed. ”Yeah...it’s...I’ve got cramps, really, really bad.” She gave Dar a wry look. ”I was expecting it this week, but it just got me a lot worse than usual.” She curled her fingers around Dar’s hand. ”I didn’t want to wake you up.”

  ”Mm.” Dar gazed at her. ”Sorry about that. Did you take something?”

  ”Yeah, a handful of Advil,” Kerry muttered. ”They’ll work, eventually.” She reached over and pushed a lock of dark hair out of Dar’s eyes. ”Go back to sleep. I’ll be fine.”

  Dar hesitated, finding herself unwilling to leave Kerry, but not having any good reason to stay. ”Um...all right. I guess.” She paused.

  ”Can I get you something? Hot tea, maybe?”

  ”No. I’m fine. Really, Dar, go on, you need to get some sleep,”

  Kerry told her.

  Reluctantly, Dar stood up. ”All right,” she agreed, unhappily. ”Call me if you need anything, okay? I’ve got some muscle relaxants left, if those Advil’s don’t help after a while.” She stroked Kerry’s upper arm in attempted comfort. ”Or maybe a hot water bottle…that usually helps me.”Kerry smiled at her. ”All right, Dr. Roberts,” she teased her companion gently, feeling a little better just to have her nearby. She wished she could just ask Dar to stay with her, but that would be totally irresponsible, since the poor woman had to work tomorrow, and there was no sense in both of them being zombies. Right? ”I’ll call you if I—”

  She stopped, seeing the worried look in Dar’s eyes. ”Boy, that’s so stupid.”

  ”What is?” Her lover knelt again, and rested a forearm on the bed.

  ”Like I ever stop needing you,” Kerry admitted, with a smile.

  Dar’s face, though thrown into shadows, appeared quite pleased with that. ”Actually,” She cleared her throat a little, embarrassed.

  ”Waking up downstairs was um...” she paused, searching for the proper word. ”Strange.”

  ”Alone, you mean,” Kerry clarified.

  ”Mm.” The dark head nodded.

  Kerry considered that. ”Big bed.” She indicated the surface she was resting on. ”It’s kinda empty and cold up here,” she added. ”I’d go back Hurricane Watch

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  downstairs, but I sort of have to move around a little, because of the pain, and...and I didn’t want to bother you,” she sighed. ”Which is kind of pointless, I realize, because here you are.”

  ”Right,” Dar agreed. ”Mind some company?”

  ”No.” Kerry curled up a little tighter as a spasm hit her. ”Ugh.”

  A solid weight settled behind her. ”Here,” Dar spoke quietly. ”Let me try something.”

  Kerry felt fingers touch her back, and start a slow kneading rhythm down her spine. Maybe it was the warmth, or just Dar’s presence distracting her, but the cramps paused, and seemed to lessen a little, and she stretched her body out to allow her partner better access.

  ”Ooooo…you have magic fingers.”

  Dar chuckled softly. ”No I don’t. I’ve just been here, and done this.

  I had to find a way to get rid of the pain before competition, because taking a lot of aspirin when you’re doing contact sports is not a good idea.”

  ”Really?” Kerry murmured. ”I thought—”

  ”It’s a blood thinner,” Dar explained. ”I used to get a lot of bruises.”

  ”Oh.” Kerry nodded. ”Right. That makes sense. They made us use contact analgesic when I was doing gymnastics, but the serious girls played around with the pill so they wouldn’t get it during meets.”

  ”Mm...yeah, I tried that.” Dar worked her hands lower, getting to the tense knot she could feel right along the end of Kerry’s spine. ”But the stuff made me sick. I had to quit using it.”

  ”Ummm...” Kerry let her head drop to the pillow. ”You are so good.”

  A dark brow lifted saucily, unseen in the murky darkness. ”Oh really?”

  ”Oh yeah. Your hands are poetry in motion,” Kerry murmured.

  ”Spreading little bolts of wonderful all over me.”

  Dar’s eyes widened at the phrase. ”Little bolts of what?” She leaned over and nibbled Kerry’s ear. ”You’re the poetic one, kiddo.” She rubbed her thumbs in little circles above Kerry’s kidneys, then slid an arm around her waist, and began a slow massage of her belly.

  ”Ohhh…” Kerry felt the tension slowly relaxing, and she leaned back against Dar’s warm body in utter relief. She wasn’t sure if it was the Advil finally kicking in, or her lover’s attentions, but she frankly really didn’t care, since she’d been tied up in knots for over an hour and a half, and it was just nice to not be in agony for a while. She felt guilty about bothering Dar, but not guilty enough to make her leave, especially since Dar didn’t seem to be minding too much. ”Sorry I wo—

  Wait, I didn't wake you up, Dar. What are you doing awake anyway?”

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  couldn’t hear you, so I decided to go see what was going on.” She glanced at the bedside clock. ”It’s almost four. How long have you been up?”Kerry sighed. ”Since two, I was having trouble sleeping anyway.”

  She exhaled, blinking a little as the gentle massage continued. ”So I thought it would be better if I just came up here. I usually don’t get it this bad.”

  ”I know.” Dar pulled her a little closer, and felt Kerry’s body relax against hers. ”You’re one of the luckier ones, doesn’t last long for you, either.”

  ”Mm… We’re both lucky that way,” Kerry remarked, biting her lip to stifle a yawn. ”Though I was contemplating the other day how choosing an alternative lifestyle ought to bring a magic pill to eliminate this stuff at the same time.”

  ”Heh, if we advertised that, the one in ten would be two out of three,” Dar snickered. ”Besides, lots of gay women want, and have
kids, Kerry.”

  The blonde woman sighed. ”Yeah, I know, but they can be selectively fertile, if you know what I mean. They don’t have to worry about accidents.” She couldn’t stifle the yawn this time, and gave into it.

  ”Mm…think those pills are getting to me now.”

  Dar rocked her gently, and watched the pale green eyes flutter closed. ”Good, get some sleep,” she told her lover, as she settled her arms around Kerry’s body, feeling the breathing deepen as she did so.

  ”Atta girl.”

  ”Mm,” Kerry mumbled sleepily. ”You’re the best.”

  Dar sighed happily, and put her head down, gazing out over her now sleeping companion through the window. The stars winked solemnly at her, and the trees outside swayed in a silent wind, as she reflected on a simple change in her viewpoint.

  She’d never wanted to be responsible for anyone. That’s why she’d never considered kids, never gotten a pet. She’d been very, very damn sure she didn’t want the hassle, or the headaches of all that.

  So how come taking care of Kerry feels so damn good?

  She rested her cheek against the soft, pale hair and peered out at the lapping waves. Tell me it’s a long suppressed, deeply skewed maternal instinct surfacing, right? She glanced down as Kerry stirred a bit, then snuggled closer to her with a contented little sigh. God, what in the hell is happening to me? Dar felt a surge of protectiveness wash over her. I don't even recognize myself anymore.

  Another sigh. But is that good, or bad? Dar considered thoughtfully. Well, something that feels this good can't be bad, and not be illegal. So I guess it's good. She yawned, and closed her eyes, letting a peaceful sleep take her.

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  KERRY PULLED HER pale blue terrycloth bathrobe around her and sipped at her tea, trying to muster up the energy to go and take a shower. The drugs had worn off after she’d woken, and even taking more wasn’t really helping at the moment. The ache was making her cranky and tired, and she wished she could just crawl back into bed.

  ”Well, no time for that, Chino. I’d better get moving.”

  Bare footsteps made her look up to see Dar ambling into the kitchen, a towel tucked neatly around her damp body. ”Hey.” Dar glanced at her, then put the cup down she’d been reaching for and stepped closer. ”You still feeling lousy?” she inquired.