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Her Body (Girl X Girl) By alabastersnow Characters: 14946

Updated: 2017-11-20 19:06



(n). The process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from strong or repressed emotions.


BLEU LAY on her bed, looking at old youtube videos on her laptop and pondering about her relationship with Paris. It's been three days since Kael had been hospitalized, three days since their last kiss. And for the past three days Natasja had rarely ever left their side. Since then the french woman had told them to just relax and let her do her job, just until Paris could turn 18 in a week.

So relax, Bleu did. It was better than thinking about the impending threats and possible attacks they could face. She wouldn't think of that. Her dad had hired security outside and they had Natasja on the inside. Besides, it's been three days of quiet. And Kael was coming home today. Everything was looking up. Maybe everything else was behind them after all.

After watching her fifth video about dog rescues, Bleu sighed and shut off her laptop before rolling on her back and staring up at the ceiling. I can't let my parents know about what's going on between Paris and I, she thought as she blew air out her mouth. They'd probably freak.

Due to their parents and Natasja being constantly around, both girls barely stayed close to each other, only truly touching when they were asleep on Bleu's bed. Natasja had said it was easier to guard them when they were together, and because they were paranoid of her suddenly barging in Bleu's room during the night, they never tried anything.

However, Bleu could practically feel their sexual tension. Doing nothing about it for the past three days only seemed to make it worse. She wondered if Paris could feel it too.

"Honey?" her mom knocked on the door, poking her head in. "Oh. What are you doing?"

Bleu shrugged, not taking her eyes off her ceiling. "Was just watching some Youtube videos."

"Ah. Dog videos, I presume."

Bleu smiled, rolling over to lay on her stomach and facing her mom. "Yep. What's up?"

"Do you mind running down to the gym to call Paris and Miss Armand? It's lunchtime." Cateline checked her watch.

"Why didn't you just voice message the panel downstairs?" Bleu cocked a brow, internally thinking about how her mom was so behind with the technology.

"They're not responding, " Cateline shrugged. "So go on. Do it the 'old-fashioned' way, you lazy bum." She winked then disappeared.

Bleu sighed. Her mother was right. She was lazy.

"Oh, " her mom added, suddenly popping back in. "Brooke and the twins are coming over later. They said they were worried about you."

"That's sweet of them, " Bleu walked to the door. "God, I've missed them anyway." She truly did miss her friends. Ever since the shooting at their school, the only time they've ever talked was online and not in person since her parents didn't want them going out, for their own safety. So now it looks like the party was coming to them. If they started asking questions, Bleu had no idea how to think of a better lie than the fact that Paris was a fucking princess and a french mob was after her life and quite possibly hers too. Life is great.

She bounded down the stairs, preferring the padded sound of her feet compared to the soft whirring of their glass elevator. She didn't like elevators.

As she neared their gym room, she heard grunts and paddings being hit. She softly nudged the frosted glass door open. Only to see two very attractive, very sweaty women in action.

Natasja was dressed in a tight black tank top and leggings. Her red, flowy hair was tight back in a long braid and a head band kept the rest of her hair away from her face. She dropped to the ground to avoid the kick Paris had thrown at her and quickly delivered a low leg-swipe that knocked Paris off her feet, making the brunette growl. Paris immediately jumped back on her feet, both her hands up and ready again.

She wore a nike black sports bra and short athletic shorts that showed off her toned legs and abs. Her fists were encased in black half-gloves, her hair tied up in a ponytail. Droplets of sweat rivuleted down her neck, arms, and flat stomach as she grunted with effort to block the fast french-woman's punches.

And because of Paris' height, Bleu had expected her to move more awkwardly, like how giants usually would. But it was far from that.

Paris moved with the speed and grace of someone who trained for hours a day. Her muscles were in full display to Bl

practically attacked the newcomer, enveloping her in a tight hug that probably crushed her bones.

"Mein Gott!" Kael wheezed. "You'll make it worse."

"Oh sorry, " Paris quickly pulled away, rubbing her arm. "I've been waiting by the door since the car arrived!"

"I know, " Kael muttered as Natasja came by her side and kissed her cheek. "I could hear you."

"No way, " Bleu cut in. "She jumped up and down while you were only getting out the car. After that she was as quiet as a mouse."

Natasja chuckled. "Kael's hearing is almost superhuman. It was developed while she was still blind."

"Woah, " Bleu looked at Kael. "You were blind? When?"

"And how come I didn't know about this?" Paris crossed her arm over the white shirt she had changed into after taking a shower. After the session with Bleu downstairs, she noticed the blonde was practically spent so she took a cold shower instead. She still couldn't believe they had lost control like that.

"I was blind for ten years, " Kael sighed, slowly walking into the house. "I got surgery for them when I had earned enough money and here I am. Blessed with seeing this beautiful face." She affectionately nuzzled Natasja as she helped her up the stairs.

Bleu and Paris shook their heads. Kael was filled with surprises.

"What happened?" Damon Ivy came in the front door last, having just parked his car. "What's with the looks?"

"Nothing dad, " Bleu smiled, tiptoeing and kissing her dad on the cheek. "It's lunch time."

She was happy at this moment. What she felt around Paris was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, it was so intense. And a few moments ago they had shared something she had been dreading to do with Dean for the past year. Maybe it really does have something to do with it being the right person. She was unexplainably happy.

They were just about to go into the dining area when the doorbell rang.

Bleu looked at her dad. "Are we expecting someone?"

He shrugged, walking over to look through the peephole. Seeing who it was, he leaned back to open the door.

"What the heck is going on? Did I miss something? Did you elect yourself as president?" A frowning Brooke stood there tapping her foot on the ground. "Why the hell were there security out there damanding for my birth certificate!?" She saw Bleu's dad standing at the side and smiled brightly. "Hi Mr. Ivy!"

"Hey Brooke, " Damon chuckled, closing the door. "You're just in time for lunch. Why don't you join us?"

"Not a problem, " Brooke patted her belly. "Not a problem at all."

Then she narrowed her eyes at Bleu. "We're not done talking you-"

"Hey don't do that, " Paris was trying to hide her smile. "Your eyes will disappear."

Brooke scoffed indignantly and flipped her hair, stomping to the kitchen. "Racists." She muttered.

Paris and Bleu looked at each other and burst out laughing. They loved the feisty chinese girl.

Soon, the twins would arrive.

And so would the questions.

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