13. Night Together (18+)

Becky could drive well when she kept the speed reasonable, Freen had to admit. Like so many things, it seemed effortless to Becky. She barely looked at the road, yet the tires never deviated more than a centimeter from the center of the lane. Becky drove with one hand, holding Freen's hand with the other. Sometimes, she gazed into the setting sun. Other times, she glanced at Freen—at her face, her hair blowing out the open window, their hands twined together. She had turned the radio to an oldies station and sang along to a song Freen had never heard. Becky knew every line.

"You like fifties music?" Freen asked.

"Music in the fifties was good. Much better than the sixties or the seventies," Becky said, giving a playful shudder. "The eighties were decent."

"Are you ever going to tell me how old you are?" Freen questioned, tentatively, not wanting to upset her.

"Does it matter much?"

"No, but I still wonder..."

"I wonder if it'll upset you," Becky mused. She gazed into the sun for a moment, then looked back at Freen. "I was born in London in 1830." She paused, watching Freen's reaction. It was completely unfazed. "Robert found me in a hospital in the summer of 1847. I was nineteen and dying of scarlet fever. People were dying left and right. No cure, my fate was sealed just like everyone else's."

Freen's intake of breath told Becky that the impact had landed. One hundred and seventy-five. She looked up at Freen again.

"I don't remember it well—human memories fade over time," Becky said softly. She seemed lost in thought for a brief moment before continuing. "I do remember how it felt when Robert saved me. It's not something you forget."

"Your parents?"

"I don't know anything about my mother, but my father had already died. I was alone. That's why he chose me. In all the chaos, no one would notice I was gone."

"How did he... save you?"

A few seconds passed before Becky answered, choosing her words carefully.

"It was difficult. Not many of us have the restraint necessary to accomplish it. But Robert has always been the most human, the most compassionate of us... I don't think you could find his equal throughout all of history." She paused again. "For me, it was very, very painful."

Becky's soft voice broke through Freen's rush of thoughts. "He acted out of loneliness. That's usually the reason behind the choice."

"So you must be dying, then, to become..."

"No, that's just Robert. He would never do that to someone who had another choice." The respect in her voice was profound whenever she spoke of her father figure. Becky looked back at the now-dark road, and Freen could feel the subject closing again.

She nodded, about to open her mouth to speak, when Becky turned off the car. It was dark out, made brighter by the waxing moon. Freen realized they were already back at her place, no other car in the driveway—meaning her mom was still out.

Freen steadied her nerves before turning to Becky. "Wanna come inside?"

Becky blinked. "Is that allowed?"

"Yes, if it's alright with you." Freen heard the door close quietly, and almost simultaneously, Becky was outside her door, opening it for her.

"Very human," Freen teased.

"It's definitely resurfacing."

They walked side by side in the night, so quietly. In the darkness, Becky looked much more normal. Still pale, still dreamlike in her beauty, but no longer the fantastic, sparkling creature from their sunlit afternoon.

"Sorry for keeping you so long," Becky said. "I forgot about human eating schedules."

"Don't worry, so did I."

Becky reached the door ahead of Freen and opened it for her. Freen paused halfway through the frame.

"The door was unlocked?"

"No, I used the key from under the carpet."

She stepped inside, flicked on the porch light, and turned to look at Becky with her eyebrows raised. She was sure she'd never used that key in front of Becky.

Becky caught the unspoken question. "I was curious about you."

"You spied on me?"

"What else is there to do at night?" Freen let it go for the moment and headed down the hall to the kitchen. Becky was there before her, needing no guide. She sat in the very chair Freen had imagined her in. Her beauty lit up the kitchen. It took Freen a moment before she could look away.

"How often?"

"Hmmm?" Becky seemed distracted.

"How often did you come here?" Freen repeated.

"I come here almost every night."

Freen whirled around, stunned. "Why?"

"You're interesting when you sleep," Becky said matter-of-factly. "You talk."

"No!" Freen gasped, heat flooding her face.

Becky's expression shifted instantly to chagrin. "Are you angry with me?"

"That depends!" Freen almost sounded winded.

"Don't be upset!" Becky pleaded.

"What do I talk about?"

"You miss your father," Becky whispered. "You worry about your mother. And when it rains, the sound makes you restless. You used to talk about home a lot—how you miss it and all—but it's less often now. Once, you said, 'It's too grey.'" Becky laughed softly.

"Anything else?" Freen demanded.

Becky knew exactly what she was getting at. "You did say my name," she admitted.

Freen sighed in defeat. "A lot?"

"How much do you mean by 'a lot,' exactly?"

"Oh no!" Freen hung her head.

Becky pulled Freen against her chest softly, naturally. "Don't be self-conscious," Becky whispered in her ear. "If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it."

Then they both heard the sound of tires on the concrete driveway and saw the headlights flash through the front windows, down the hall to them. Freen stiffened in Becky's arms.

"Are you ready to introduce me to her?" Becky asked.

"I'm not sure..." Freen tried to think through it quickly.

"Another time then..."

And Freen was alone.

"Becky!" she hissed.

She heard a ghostly laugh, then nothing else.

After finishing dinner with her mother, Freen headed up the stairs, and the sound of a text notification went off. Freen checked her phone.

Becky: I had a great time.

Freen smiled as she responded.

Freen: Same here ;).

Freen closed the door to her room behind her, and once inside, her phone went off again.

Becky: Look up!!

Freen was confused until she looked up and nearly had a heart attack. Becky smiled at Freen through the window. Freen ran over, nearly tripping in the process, to open it.

She didn't know whether to be upset at Becky for scaring her or excited to see her again. "How did you get up here?"

"Climbed," she answered simply, a devilish smile playing on her face. "Can I come in?"

"I don't know. My mom did say no boys could spend the night." She teased.

"Well, good thing I'm not a boy then," the gleam in Becky's eyes made it impossible for Freen to turn her away, even if she wanted to.

Instead of words, Freen opted to drag Becky inside by the collar. She landed inside Freen's room without so much as a floorboard creak.

She looked around. "Nice room." It wasn't as messy as normal, and Becky's eyes seemed to ignore the mess in favor of the posters on her walls: bands she liked, artists she loved, a few post-its reminding her to eat and do her homework. Ultimately, her eyes landed on Freen's guitar. "You play?"

"Not great, but I know a few songs."

Becky chuckled. "Every great musician started somewhere."

Freen shrugged and thought for a moment. "Would you mind waiting here for a bit? I need to do human things."

"Take your time," Becky said as she made herself comfortable on Freen's bed.

Freen grabbed some PJs before rushing off to the bathroom.

Showering took a little more time than usual. If this night was going in the direction she thought it would, she wanted to look good. Then doubts crept in.

"Don't be a coward," Freen mumbled to herself.

She got dressed, looking at herself in the mirror for a while, trying to decide whether she should just put her jeans back on. She shook the thought out of her head, figuring it would be more awkward.

She steadied herself before leaving the bathroom. Her hand lingered on the doorknob as she took a breath before entering. She closed the door behind herself, finding Becky playing her guitar, unplugged, on her bed. Becky's head turned to look at Freen, and it seemed words left her brain.

"Hey," Freen said, less embarrassed and more cheeky than she expected herself to be.

Becky blinked. "Hi," she laughed to herself, a bashful smile pulling at her cheeks. "You look—wow."

Not something Freen expected to hear wearing sleeping shorts and an old t-shirt, but she'd take it.

"You don't look half bad yourself," Freen smiled as she joined Becky on the bed, crossing her legs as she sat down. "You play?"

"Since the eighties," she looked at the guitar, then at Freen, then back at the guitar. "Hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," Freen leaned closer to her. They sat leaning against each other, Becky playing some random tunes, and Freen simply sat in silence, enjoying the feeling.

Suddenly, Becky got up and placed the guitar back in its stand in the blink of an eye before joining Freen at the edge of the bed.

"This isn't fair," Becky moaned. "You're driving me crazy."

Freen chuckled. "You seem to be doing pretty well, though."

Becky lay on Freen's bed. "It's not your blood that's driving me mad now," she looked Freen up and down, "at the very least, I've mastered mind over matter. Now I have... another thing on my mind."

Freen looked down. "Oh," she looked back at Becky, her heartbeat surging just at the thought. Becky looked almost human, eyes bright, face almost flushed. "Can I kiss you?" Becky asked.

"Yes." Becky Armstrong will never cease to surprise Freen.

Becky was slow about it. She seemed calm as their lips touched, and Freen shut her eyes tight.

The first kiss was short, and the second was longer. Still slow and sweet. Becky let Freen run her hands through her hair, along her face, down her neck. When Freen got to her shirt, she pulled away just enough to speak. "Do you mind?"

Becky chuckled against her lips. "Go for it."

Freen's hands fumbled as they unbuttoned Becky's shirt. It might not have been graceful, but Freen got the job done. The soft, stone-like flesh under her fingertips reacted to Freen's touch.

Becky grabbed Freen by her t-shirt and pulled her closer. Freen couldn't help but smile into the kiss. Every second felt like a dream Freen never wanted to wake up from.

And then, as quickly as it started, it stopped. Freen felt Becky push her back, and she half expected Becky to climb on top before she heard Becky's urgent voice hiss, "Your mom!"

Freen pretended to be asleep, turning on her side, facing away from the door. She heard her mother's footsteps. A soft knock came that Freen didn't answer. Her mother slowly opened the door, just a crack to peek inside, before creeping back out as quickly as she came.

Freen immediately sat up and looked around her room. The window was closed, and it was dark. She figured Becky must have hit the lights on her way out. Freen stood up, moving on her tiptoes, and cracked the window open once again. "Becky?"

"Miss me already?" Freen jumped. Becky's voice came from behind her. She was lying back on the bed.

"Holy shit! Where did you come from?" Freen whisper-yelled.

"I hid under your bed. Like the monsters in children's books," she grinned, but Freen could tell there was something behind her eyes.

"You ok?" Freen asked.

"Yeah, just... normally I would be able to tell if she was coming. But this time, I couldn't tell until she was halfway up the stairs," Becky explained.

"Yeah, neither could I. Welcome to being human," Freen tried to joke.

Becky managed a chuckle. "So you just feel that overwhelming vulnerability all the time?"

Freen shrugged. "You get used to it."

Becky leaned closer and tugged Freen's shirt to motion her closer. Freen followed her lead, and Becky ended up pulling Freen into a cuddle position, with her head resting on Becky's chest, and strong arms holding her tight. "That was... the best feeling I've had in a long, long time... But I don't trust myself to be in full control when I'm like that. I'm too out of myself."

Freen nodded. "I get it."

"Do you?"

Freen looked up at her. "I'm just too irresistible."

Becky laughed. "You sarcastic little..." she cut herself short. "Your mom's asleep."

Freen lifted a brow. "What are you implying, Armstrong?"

"Oh, nothing, just..." She swiftly changed their positions so that Becky was now hovering over Freen. Her eyes darted up and down Freen's body. "Only if you want to."

Freen's face heated up. Of course, she wanted to. She needed to feel Becky's touch. She'd been dreaming about this moment for a long time. "Only if you're down?"

Becky smiled like the sun, a very cold sun but a sun nonetheless. "I'm down if you are."

Freen smiled up at her. "I'm so down."

Freen looked up at Becky as she closed the gap between their lips once again. This is real! The cold feeling of her lips, this hard body over hers, her hands in Becky's hair, it was magical.

Becky's kisses started slow but got faster with the ebb and flow. Her hand wandered down Freen's torso and slipped under her shirt, making Freen jump. Becky pulled back, "Are you -"

"Cold!" Freen exclaim before Becky can worry, "keep going. I'll get used to it."

Becky gauges Freen's reactions as she slides her hand back under her shirt again. It felt like ice cubes at first, but not in a bad way. She slowly leaned back in to kiss Freen again, and then her lips started trailing down. She leaned down to kiss Freen's chest.

She kisses her way down Freen's stomach, along her hip bones. Freen shiver and squirm under Becky as she kisses back up her body. Becky never lingers one place too long.

At the same time, Becky's hand wanders down her body. Past her chest and torso, lingering at her hip before ultimately resting on her...

Freen covers her mouth with her hand.

"This alright, love?" Becky asked slowly, palming her centre through her shorts.

"Mhm," Freen nods quickly, not trusting her voice.

Becky chuckles, "Cute."

"Fuck!" Freen lets out another moan as Becky stroked her slowly.

Becky kissed her slowly, savoring every moment. Something sharp pulled Freen's lips. Becky held Freen's bottom lip between her teeth, gently, ever so carefully tugging. Freen smiled.

The kisses heated up after that, Becky's hands continued it's motions. Freen whines, but Becky shuts her up with her mouth. Freen reached for Becky, to wrap her arms around Becky but she grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. It was simultaneously frustrating and a massive turn-on.

"Tonight's about you."

Becky's free hand traveled back south, teasing the edge of Freen's waistband, "may I?"

"Yes," Freen huffs.

"What's the magic word?" Becky smirked, and Freen was getting impatient.

"Fucking-!" Becky kissed her before Freen could finish.

She pulled only so Freen could breathe, "Hush now. Wouldn't want to wake up your mother."

"Please," Freen was frustrated and breathless. Becky smiled and kissed her again, letting her hand dip inside as her fingers started to explore her folds, gently gathering the wetness she found there and spreading it. Freen was soaked and so inviting, she could hardly resist.

Freen gasped when Becky's cold hand touched her, but it felt nice. Heat and cold mixing together in a pool of ecstasy tightening inside of Freen's stomach. Freen struggled against Becky's hand, pinning her to no avail.

"Becky,"

"Yes, darling?" Becky asked, her strokes slowing down. Her sweet pet names did not help Freen's frustration.

"I want to touch you," Freen stutter. In her haze, she couldn't think of better words. Becky's eyes seemed to shimmer in the dark, only illuminated from the moonlight shining through the window, "hold you."

Becky deliberates for a moment before letting go of her hands, "above the belt."

Freen nods.

Freen looked up to see how she reacted as she moved her hands up to hold onto Becky's shoulders, "this ok?"

"Yes," Becky looked down at Freen like she wanted to say more, but she held back. Freen was going to ask what was wrong before she started stroking again. Freen squeezed her shoulders and basked in the waves of pleasure.

Becky's speed increased gradually before she felt a finger at her entrance. Freen gasped, and in one swift motion, Becky entered her, Freen couldn't suppress her moans. Becky kissed Freen every time her moans got too loud.

Freen pulled away for just a moment, "I'm close."

"I know," she grins. Becky's forehead pressed against Freen's, "Just relax."

That was a hard task as Becky's hand started moving faster and faster inside her, till Freen had to cover her own mouth to avoid being caught. Freen pants against Becky, holding onto her for dear life as the pleasure builds up. Just then, another finger enters, making Freen see stars.

"Fuck!" She screamed luckily it got muffled by her own hand. Becky pumps her fingers faster, making Freen throw her head back.

Freen felt Becky's eyes on her, and she looked back at her until all at once Freen couldn't hold back anymore. Her back arched off the bed and she couldn't control how loud her voice sounded as she came. Becky's fingers never stopped, helping Freen ride out her orgasm, that had her moaning, hands squeezing Becky's shoulder desperately. Becky didn't stop milking it for everything it was worth until Freen lay breathlessly back down still for a moment. It was quiet save for the sound of Freen's breathing calming down. Freen noticed Becky's head in the space between her neck and shoulder. She turns to look at her, her nose tickled by Becky's hair.

"Becky?" She called softly. Becky grunts in response. Freen noticed that her face muscles were tight, her shoulders hunched, "Are you alright?"

Becky pulled away and spoke in a hushed tone, "Sorry. Your scent got too much near the end."

Freen smiled, "that was amazing."

"Did it hurt?" she asked, leaning over Freen to grab the tissues off her night table.

"No," Freen answered honestly, "It was... perfect."

Becky looks down at Freen as she wipes her hands clean.

"Do you... want me to? Can I?" Freen offers.

"No. I'm okay." Becky replied sternly, leaving no room for arguments. Maybe there was still some way for them to go before that step. Though Freen did feel bad for not pushing.

"Ok," Freen whispered, not sure how to move forward. Freen sits up, and Becky sits back.

"I'd call it a success," Becky ponders in her head, "it was a dangerous territory with your hands on me, though."

Freen nods, "I don't think I'm the biggest fan of being held down. I like to hold you."

"Guess we'll need to work on it," Becky  looked down at her lap.

"Hey," Freen sat up and reached out to touch Becky's face. She didn't flinch away. Her movements were slow enough for Becky. Freen forced her to look her in the eyes, "I had a great time."

Becky gave her a smile, a small tired smile, but it was genuine, "so did I."

There are words on the edge of Freen's lips, but she didn't know if it's the right time to say them. Three seemingly simple words. She didn't know if it's too soon to say it out loud.

An involuntary yawn saves Freen from making a hasty choice.

Becky chuckles, "Tired?"

"Apparently so,"

"Should I leave?"

"Hell no!"

Becky smiles, laying down on Freen's bed and getting comfortable. Freen joins her, laying down initially next to her before Becky pulls Freen into her arms.

It was easy to fall asleep then, safe in Becky's cold grasp, as she softly hummed an unfamiliar tune.

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