Spicy Sapphic Christmas

5. Bea

FIVE

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“I worry about her.” Bea finished her drink and sighed, looking out at her sister on the dance floor.

“It’s good to worry about your business partner.”

Bea shook her head, looking back to Bunny. “Not about that. I worry about her ability to hold up against the demands on the industry.”

“I’m not sure I understand.” Bunny looked around the room, as if scouting to see if someone was there.

“I’m worried she’ll be eaten alive because she wants everyone to like her.”

Bunny frowned, a deep line forming in the center of her forehead. She seemed like she was going to say something, paused, and then leaned forward, lowering her voice. “If that’s the case, she needs to get out. Now. Don’t look back.”

Bea froze. She hadn’t expected that kind of response. She’d thought Bunny would give her advice, not tell her to run in the opposite direction. “You think we should quit?”

“Being a celebrity isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s brutal. It will tear you apart in seconds. And if Jo is sensitive to those kinds of things, she’s not built for this world.”

“And I suppose you are?” Indignation rose up in Bea’s chest. How dare Bunny be so judgmental about anyone? But especially Jo? Bunny didn’t even know them. Thank God Siena had left, because Bea had a few choice words for Bunny, and she was about to let them fly.

“I’m not exactly soft.” Bunny gave Bea a hard stare, almost a glare.

Bea swallowed, her gaze dropping to Bunny’s arms, the strength in her muscles, the sharpness of her jawline. Bunny was anything but soft. Her body screamed an intensity and hardness that Bea had no hope of ever attaining. Where Bunny was toned, Bea was squishy, some would even call her fluffy. Though she hated that term. It always sent a rush of shame through her.

“No. I guess you’re not. You’re too arrogant to ever consider that someone else might have feelings of doubt.”

“What?” Bunny jerked with a start, as if surprised by Bea’s sudden change of tone.

“I see who you are now. I thought you were different, based on how you’re presented in the media, but I was so very wrong.” Bea pushed back her chair, prepared to stand up. “You’re a jerk.”

Without waiting for a response, Bea stood up and started for the back of Julianna’s. She wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Screw Bunny. Screw Siena for forcing Bunny on her. Screw the whole industry. She’d be over it by morning—hopefully—but for now, she was just pissed off. No one talked bad about her sister and got away with it.

Bea slammed her palm against the back door, shoving it open with a loud swing. It banged into the wall, a loud crack echoing through the small dressing room that shouldn’t even be called that. Who was she kidding? It was a converted janitor closet, something that was supposed to make them feel good, like they were on the up and up.

But fuck that.

It was nothing more than a reminder of where they weren’t.

“Don’t do that.”

Bea spun around, her chest heaving as she stared into Bunny’s dark brown eyes. Her hair was askew as if she’d run her fingers through it in a fit of despair. Her cheeks were red but hollowed, like she was a raging bull ready for an attack.

Bea snorted and stayed still, her back to the small counter that was supposed to be for makeup. “Do what?”

Bunny stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. “Don’t make meaning where there isn’t any.”

“You literally said we should quit.”

“I said if she couldn’t handle it, she should quit. I’ve seen far too many people fall into the pits of despair because the media and fans tore them apart.” Bunny stalked forward, one step after the other, her boots silent on the carpeted floor.

“Fuck you, Bunny.” Bea shook her head. This was ridiculous. “Maybe the industry has stolen your soul and you didn’t even know it.”

Bunny stopped just in front of her, their toes nearly touching. Bunny lowered her gaze, letting it rove all over Bea’s body, consuming every inch of her in one fell swoop. Bea had never felt more exposed, more eaten alive, more turned on than she did right now. And she hated it.

“If it’s stolen my soul, then you and Jo have no hope of surviving.” Bunny’s voice was low, dangerous. She still hadn’t raised her eyes to meet Bea’s gaze. She stopped, her stare directly on Bea’s cleavage.

“I don’t believe you,” Bea whispered. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t believe that Bunny was this hardened celebrity, that she had no care in the world. Bea had seen her with Piper. She’d seen the soft looks between them, the silent communication. There was so much more to her than this—whatever this was.

“Believe it.”

“No.” Bea stood straight, squaring her shoulders and pushing in even more. “I refuse.”

“Bea…” Her name was a curse on Bunny’s lips. Or was it a warning?

“No,” Bea said again, this time firmer, louder. But her entire body did what she didn’t want it to do, and it listed forward. She moved up on her toes, as if begging for Bunny to just look at her again in that same saucy way she’d done before.

“I’m not soulless.” Bunny’s voice was almost a growl.

A shiver ran through Bea’s body, her nipples hardening. She took small rapid breaths, unsure what to do or say next. They were arguing over the most futile thing, but she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t make this end. “Then prove it.”

Bunny cocked her head to the side, raising her gaze to meet Bea’s. “I don’t think you want me to do that.”

“You don’t know what I want.” Bea reached forward, putting her hand on Bunny’s hip. Her skin was so hot through the fabric of her clothes. Bea sucked in a shuddering breath. She issued the order again. “Prove it.”

Bunny’s lips crashed into hers. The kiss was hot, feverish. Bea reached forward, gripping onto both of Bunny’s hips just to keep herself upright while she was pushed backward until her ass hit the small counter where Jo had sat to fix her makeup for the umpteenth time only hours before. Bea stretched her hand backward, knocking off the small makeup containers. But she couldn’t stop.

She parted her lips, tilted her chin up and waited for what she knew was going to happen. Bunny was going to consume her, and Bea was going to love every fucking minute of it. She scraped her hands along Bunny’s back, pulling her loose tank top up and over her head to drop it onto the floor. She pulled Bunny’s face to hers, sliding her tongue along Bunny’s, dueling for control of the embrace.

Bunny groaned and then growled. She rocked her hips forward, right between Bea’s legs and cupped the back of her head as she plundered Bea’s mouth. This felt amazing. Bea couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken her so raw, the last time she’d been fucked into oblivion solely for the purpose of hot sex. There was absolutely nothing between them. There would never be anything between them. This was a pure base desire that Bea had no doubt was about to be filled.

Gasping, Bea raised her chin up while Bunny trailed kisses and small bites down her neck to the top of her chest, cupping her breast and squeezing. Bea’s breath caught in her throat, and she had to double it to try and get some air into her lungs. Her entire body was ready for this. She hadn’t realized how badly she’d needed it.

“Yesssssss,” Bea dragged out the word, scraping her nails against the back of Bunny’s scalp all the while pressing Bunny’s face deeper between her breasts.

Bunny scraped her teeth along Bea’s soft skin. She reached down to Bea’s legs and tried to pull up the dress she wore, but it got stuck under her legs. Bunny tried again and again, growing more frustrated by the second.

“What? Too butch to figure out a dress?” Bea chuckled lightly.

“Shut up,” Bunny mumbled against Bea’s skin before pulling her off the counter, raising her dress and shoving her back onto it. When she emerged, she had a happy little look of satisfaction on her lips, and it was the sexiest thing Bea had ever seen. If it hadn’t vanished so quickly, she might have completely melted just for that.

Bea leaned back and pulled her dress the rest of the way off. She didn’t even bother to give Bunny the chance as she reached behind her and flicked the clasp of her bra. Bunny’s gaze immediately locked on Bea’s chest, her eyes wide, her tongue swiping across her lips.

“Do something about that already, will you?” Bea said, her tone lighter than she’d intended, but it got Bunny’s attention.

Bunny grumbled, but she didn’t stop. She leaned in and immediately covered one of Bea’s nipples with her mouth. Gasping, Bea cupped the back of Bunny’s head again, not willing to let any of this get the better of her. She was going to take as much advantage of this situation as possible.

“God, get this thing off.” Bea plucked at the sports bra, already hating it. She wanted to see what was underneath. She wanted Bunny to be as exposed as she was.

Laughing, Bunny straightened her back and moved up to look square in Bea’s eyes. Their lips were almost touching. “Can’t decide if you want me or for me to have you.”

“It’s both,” Bea answered smoothly.

“Oh, I like a woman who knows what she wants.” Bunny chuckled as she hooked her thumbs under her sports bra and pulled it off swiftly. Her nipples were large, hard nubs that Bea wanted nothing more than to taste.

Standing up, Bea moved in closer and pressed her palm delicately to Bunny’s chest. She flicked her thumb over Bunny’s nipple, waiting to see exactly what kind of reaction she would get. Bunny rocked her hips forward, her hand coming up to press against Bea’s back.

“Let me eat you,” Bunny murmured.

“And then what?” Bea asked, her tone much softer than before.

“I don’t care, just let me taste you.” Bunny’s eyes were all over Bea’s body. It was like Bea’s extra weight, the extra curves a lot of people tried to play it off as, didn’t matter one bit.

Bea’s heart rate picked up again. Bunny actually wanted her. This wasn’t some kind of pity fuck. They didn’t even have time to get to that level. This was genuine lust. Heat hit her cheeks hard, her entire body temperature rising as something that felt so similar to embarrassment hit her, but it wasn’t that. It was something akin to belief. Belief that someone could actually like her the way she was, belief that she was attractive, belief that maybe—just maybe—someone might actually meet her standards.

Or at least someone was close to it in such a short period of time.

“Bea?” Bunny asked everything again with only the sound of her name.

“Yes.” Bea gave her answer in one fell swoop. She pushed off her shoes, kicking them out of the way, and pulled off her thong, dropping it somewhere she couldn’t see.

Bunny’s mouth was on hers again, pushing her back until she was sitting on the counter one more time. Bunny skimmed her hands down Bea’s body. She reached Bea’s thighs and pushed them apart gently.

Anticipation built in Bea’s chest, tightening it. She was so wet. She knew it. As soon as Bunny’s mouth was on her, she would fall apart in Bunny’s skillful hands. And they would be skillful. She gave every sign that she knew what she was doing, despite the fact they’d basically denied it every second they’d known each other, which had been all of an hour at that point.

God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this.

It was so out of character for her.

She was the one who always held everything in close. She was the one who took years to warm up in a relationship. It was why she’d all but given up on them. No one was good enough. No one could get past her defenses. So why didn’t she have them up now?

Bea put her hand behind her and pushed her butt to the edge of the counter. She bit her lip when Bunny got down on her knees and stared at her. She studied her. Bea shivered, more wetness pooling between her legs as she waited—desperately—for Bunny to finally touch her.

“Do it already,” Bea demanded.

“You’re so beautiful,” Bunny mumbled as she leaned in and pressed delicate kisses along Bea’s inner thighs, right along her stretch marks.

Bea moaned. She reached for Bunny’s hair, threading her fingers into the silky strands and tightening her grasp. Trying her best, she moved Bunny closer to her. She wanted Bunny’s face right against her, her tongue inside her. Bea didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Bunny.” Her name was a whine. “Stop hesitating.”

Bunny laughed, the vibrations from her voice shocking through Bea’s system because her mouth was suddenly on Bea’s pussy. Gasping, Bea clenched. She shut her eyes tight, she doubled down on her grasp in Bunny’s hair, she tugged hard.

Her head spun. Nothing had felt this good in such a long time. Bea spread her legs even more. Bunny put her hands under Bea’s thighs and raised them up to get a better—deeper—angle. Bea couldn’t keep track of what was going on. It was like she was going to explode already. Bunny was everywhere, her heady scent mixing with Bea’s own arousal, blending with the sweat and stale scent of the room they were in.

“So good,” Bea mumbled, tossing her head back and letting herself fall fully into the moment.

This was amazing. She pushed as best as she could to be as close as possible to Bunny’s mouth. “More.”

Bunny sucked her. She pulled back before pushing in again. Over and over, Bunny teased her into oblivion. Bea cried out, digging her nails too hard into Bunny’s scalp, but not once did Bunny complain. In fact, she continued to kiss and suck and taste until Bea finally succumbed to her orgasm, her voice echoing through the small room as pleasure consumed her. And even then, Bunny didn’t move. She eased Bea down with soft touches, gentle kisses, tender moments.

But it was too sweet.

Bea bit her tongue, trying to bring herself back to reality. She couldn’t fantasize about Bunny. She couldn’t let herself fall into what they both knew wasn’t reality. Bunny was self-obsessed, opinionated, rude, and she’d been a jerk to Jo. That was what Bea had to focus on. Sex was one thing, but this wasn’t Bunny being caring in any capacity.

“Pull your pants down,” Bea ordered.

Bunny stepped back, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. “Not done with me yet?”

“I think I’ll keep you around for a little bit longer.”

Bea watched with rapt attention as Bunny reached for her belt buckle and pulled it loose, as her thin fingers popped the button and pulled down the zipper. As she shimmied her pants down her hips. Using the back of her heel, Bea pulled Bunny toward her, immediately putting her hand between Bunny’s legs and cupping her.

“You’re as wet as I am.”

“Not quite,” Bunny said through clenched teeth. “But I’ll get there.”

“How do you like it?” Bea asked, waiting for Bunny’s next move before she did anything else.

“Two fingers and use the heel of your palm on my clit.” Bunny gave Bea a direct stare.

Nothing sexier than a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Bea eyed her firmly as she pulled her hand away from Bunny’s body, sliding two fingers into her mouth and coating them generously with her saliva. It was the best she had. She didn’t think she’d be having a one-night stand in here. That had never been a thought that entered her mind.

“Fuck, you still smell good,” Bunny said, sliding her thumb along her lips. “Taste even better.”

Almost impossibly, Bea was ready to go again. It sucked that they were still at Julianna’s. that they weren’t someplace where they could do this on repeat. Without waiting, Bea did exactly what Bunny had asked. She rapidly moved her fingers in, sliding them back and forth while pressing the heel of her palm hard against Bunny before pulling out and doing it again. Bunny pulled Bea’s face toward her.

Parting her lips expectantly, Bea kissed Bunny’s small pert breasts. She teased her tongue in a circle around Bunny’s nipple. She sucked when she moved her fingers in again. She pulled away in the same rhythmic motion as her fingers before moving in again onto Bunny’s other nipple.

This was glorious. Sex for pure and simple pleasure. She should have tried this sooner. Then again, no one had ever come close to pushing Bea to this kind of moment before now. Not that she’d tell Bunny that. It’d probably go to her head and inflate her ego even more than it already had.

God, what if she thinks I’m some stupid groupie?

Fuck. What if she likes fucking groupies?

Bea cringed at that thought and tried to shake it from her mind. Bunny didn’t strike her as someone who would fuck random women, especially women who were fans. She hadn’t even admitted she liked women out loud, when it would have been so easy to say she was queer.

“Close,” Bunny said through clenched teeth. She kept her grip firmly on the back of Bea’s head, and Bea didn’t move. She kept doing exactly what Bunny had asked her to do. She kept everything exactly how it was.

Bunny scrunched her face, her nose wrinkling, her eyes clenched tight. Her cheeks were red with arousal. She arched her back and grunted softly, reaching down suddenly to Bea’s wrist and tightening her grasp. Bea tried to pull back, but Bunny kept her hand in place. Bea continued the movement, the in and swipe and out, until Bunny finally pulled her hand away.

Wiping her fingers on her thigh, Bea stayed put, the realization of everything they’d just done washing her with cold disgust. How could she have given in to this? How could she have not cared enough about herself to allow Bunny to touch her? Bunny would never be good enough for her. No one was.

That was a hard lesson she’d learned early on in her life. Her standards were too high for anyone to reach them. Perfection was impossible. Bea held her breath tight in her chest as shame ate at her again. Bunny didn’t move in for a kiss. She didn’t offer any soft touches or kind words.

Instead, they stared awkwardly at each other. Neither of them knew what to do next.

“I guess we should get back out there,” Bunny finally said, shifting her underwear and pants back up her hips. “They’re probably wondering where we went off to.”

Bea clenched her jaw, the muscles working hard before she shook her head.

What had she been expecting anyway?

She hopped off the edge of the counter and found her thong. Bunny got dressed at the same time, waiting for Bea to finish. When Bea smoothed down her dress and glanced in the mirror to look at her hair and makeup, she sighed. There was no way she was going to be able to fix that. She’d just have to make it look as good as she could.

She futzed with her hair, making it look purposely messy and then swiped her fingers around her mouth to clean up her lipstick. When she turned back around, she was annoyed that Bunny was still there. She was just about to push past her when Bunny’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“Tell Jo that what the world says doesn’t matter. So long as they buy your music, so long as your fans are loyal, people can talk shit all they want. What matters is that she believes in who she is with everything she has.”

Bea drew in a shuddering breath, knocked back by the honesty in those words. “I will.”

“And when she begins to doubt it…” Bunny trailed off, turning toward the door as if someone was coming. She quieted her tone even more, whispering, “Tell her to rely on you to tell her nothing but the truth, and then you give her exactly what you promised—the truth.”

Bunny moved in swiftly, pressing their lips together in a sweet, tender kiss. Bea held on, lingering in the moment. She tilted back and gripped onto Bunny’s sides, holding as still as she could.

“Same goes for you,” Bunny added in between kisses.

Bea breathed out hope.

“Don’t let them tell you anything you don’t want to hear. Ignore it.” Bunny kissed her again. “Because I’ve seen all of you. And you’re stunning.”

This was Bea’s melting point. Her knees went weak, and she had to grip onto Bunny in order to keep herself upright. Bunny pulled away, pursing her lips and stepping back.

“Welcome to the real world, Bea.”

Bunny walked out of the room, her hands shoved into her pockets. Bea was speechless. What the hell had just happened?