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Rose is drunk.
Rose, more specifically, is drunk at Shane's wedding.
Rose, even more specifically, is drunk at Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov's wedding, which isn't something she ever thought she'd be able to say.
She can't remember the last time she was this drunk. Maybe when she was 22? She's just so happy. And Shane's one of her best friends. Or, really, he is her best friend. And he and Ilya are so perfect for each other, and the wedding is beautiful, even if there's no chairs. And Rose is currently sitting on the ground outside next to Svetlana, who is funny and nice and smells so good. She should probably tell Svetlana that, maybe ask what perfume it is. Rose isn't sure if she's said anything for the past 10 minutes.
"You smell so good," she slurs, resting her head on Svetlana's shoulder, "Like vanilla."
Svetlana rubs her hand down Rose's back, slow and comforting. She laughs softly. "Thank you, Rose Landry." The way she says Rose Landry sends tingles down Rose's spine.
"Just Rose is fine, you know?"
Svetlana traces patterns on Rose's shoulder blades. "Okay. Just Rose."
The thing is, Svetlana is beautiful. Really beautiful. So beautiful that it's making Rose feel…weird. Butterflies in her stomach weird.
The first time Rose had a serious, all consuming crush on a boy was in fourth grade. It felt exactly like this. Like it's hard to focus on anything but them, like you're afraid to open your mouth to talk at the risk of saying something stupid. But surely she's just drunk. Rose isn't…she doesn't think she's gay. Or bisexual. Or into women at all, really. She doesn't think she's ever been attracted to a woman before this very moment.
Svetlana's hand finds it's way into Rose's hair, long nails carding through her tresses. Rose makes a happy little sound and tucks her face into Svetlana's neck.
"It is late," Svetlana says, "And we're done with this bottle of champagne."
"Oh." Rose sits up, pulling away. "I guess this is goodbye, then. I really liked meeting you." She's tripping over her words, and she knows it's more nerves than alcohol causing it.
She watches Svetlana's mouth, can't pull her eyes away from it. Svetlana purses her lips before breaking into a beautiful smile. Rose feels like all of her breath has been pulled out of her. "I do not want to say goodbye to you yet, Rose." She reaches for Rose's hand, rubbing her thumb over the back of it. Her nail polish sparkles in the moonlight. "I was going to ask if you wanted to come back to my hotel?"
She's nodding before the question is even fully done processing. "Yes. Please."
They tumble into Svetlana's suite after what Rose can only describe as the most sexually charged cab ride of her entire life. Svetlana's hands are all over her as they make their way onto the bed. Rose's dress is off in a matter of seconds, and Svetlana's follows soon after.
Fuck.
They're kissing, and Svetlana's tongue is in her mouth, and Rose is moaning into it, unable to stop herself. She's never felt like this before. She's so horny it hurts. She…
She has to stop.
This is fucked up. She's straight! And Svetlana clearly isn't, and she probably won't be happy once she learns that she's basically just Rose's little experiment. Rose pulls away.
"I…I can't. I'm sorry."
It's the worst thing to say. It's so cliche. It's in every bad script Rose has ever read. But it's true. She can't. Can't lead Svetlana on like this, can't keep doing this. Even if her body desperately wants her to.
Svetlana cocks her head at Rose. "You…can't."
"I've never…I've never had sex with a woman. I haven't even kissed one. I'm…I think I'm straight."
Svetlana's eyes roam up over Rose's body, stopping at where her hands are clutching at Svetlana's shoulders. "I'm not so sure."
God. "I…okay. Maybe I'm not. But I'm…I can't…I can't use you like that. To figure it out. That would be really fucked up of me. You deserve more than being someone's experiment."
Svetlana laughs. "Rose, I don't really…" She exhales. "I don't really care. I don't mind being someone's experiment, if it's you. You're beautiful. I would like to keep kissing you."
Well. Okay then.
Rose nods, and Svetlana's mouth finds hers again. Rose is so fucking wet. She gasps as Svetlana's hand makes it's way in between her legs, petting at her through her soaked panties.
"Oh, God," Rose moans in between kisses, "Oh, fuck. Thank you."
"You don't have to thank me," Svetlana replies, as she rubs at Rose's pussy, "I'm happy to do it. You seem like you really needed this, no?"
She pulls Rose's panties down, rubbing perfect, tantalizingly slow circles on her clit. Rose practically whimpers. She does need this. She needs this more than anything. "Yes. Fuck. It's so good."
"You're so wet," Svetlana marvels, "Beautiful."
"Please kiss me," Rose begs, "I need you to kiss me."
If there were gold medals for kissing, Svetlana would win all of them. She's perfect. Her lips are soft and her tongue is so skilled, and Rose is…Rose is…
Rose is about to come, actually, which is horribly embarrassing. She's about to come, and they haven't even done anything yet. She's usually pretty hard to work up, she's never come from just clit stimulation. But Svetlana's just so fucking good at it.
Rose gently pushes her away by her shoulders. Svetlana's hand stills as she looks down at Rose quizzically. "You do not want it?"
"I want it." She's breathless. "I do. I just…I need a second."
"Ah," Svetlana muses, "You were going to come."
It's said so simply, so matter-of-fact, that Rose doesn't feel embarrassed at all. "Yes. You're…you're amazing."
Svetlana's whole face lights up. "Yes?"
"Yes."
Rose sits up, letting her hands roam over Svetlana's body. Her skin is so soft. She runs them down Svetlana's chest, leaning in and following her fingers with her mouth. Svetlana gasps as Rose sucks at her nipple.
"I've never done this before," Rose says, kissing Svetlana's breasts, "I've never had sex with a woman before, I mean. I guess you've probably pieced that together by now. But I really want to. With you. I…I'm kind of confused. Like, not confused. I've just…you know. I've never even felt like this about a woman before. You're so pretty. I-"
She should probably shut the fuck up. She goes back to sucking at Svetlana's nipple, biting gently.
"Rose," Svetlana gasps. "Fuck."
Rose slides her hand up Svetlana's thighs, fingers sliding past her panties into the slick wetness between them. "Is that okay? I need you to tell me."
"Yes," Svetlana moans, "Deeper, please."
They shift, so Svetlana is under her. Her underwear are gorgeous, delicate black lace. Rose wants to pull them off with her teeth, so she does. Svetlana laughs, breathlessly, as Rose takes in the sight before her. Svetlana's pussy is glorious. Astounding. Every other thesaurus term for amazing. She looks just about as wet as Rose feels.
"Let me know if this is good," Rose says, and then she's diving in, lapping at the tight, wet heat in front of her. At least she has some experience on the receiving end of this. She knows what she likes, and it seems as though Svetlana's enjoying it, too, if her loud moans are anything to go by.
Okay. So Rose is gay. At least in some capacity. She’s not sure if she’s ever enjoyed herself this much. It’s not long before Svetlana’s moans get even louder and her thighs are shaking around Rose’s head as she comes. Rose cleans her up with her tongue, happily.
“Good?”
“Yes,” Svetlana says, breathless, “Good. So good. Come here.”
Rose crawls back up to her, grinning into their kiss. Both of them are gasping into it. Rose straddles Svetlana's thigh, groaning at the slick drag of her pussy against it. Not only that, but Svetlana's grabbing at her ass, kneading it in her hands, and Rose is so close to coming again that it's making her feel insane. Is this what sex is supposed to be like? She's had good sex before, or she thought she had, but this is so different. She feels like Svetlana understands exactly what she needs.
Svetlana flips Rose onto her back and eats her out with a single-minded focus. Rose drags her fingers through Svetlana's curls and finally lets herself relax. She feels…amazing. She feels sexy and wanted. The butterflies in her stomach are making her shake with ecstasy.
"Svetlana," she whimpers, "I'm so close, I-" She's coming, turning to muffle her moans into the pillow. Her eyes are squeezed closed so tight that she's seeing stars. Svetlana pets at her, and the overstimulation makes Rose tremble and whine, eyes rolling back in her head. "Fuck."
They both wait as Rose quivers through the aftershocks, Svetlana hovering above her and caressing Rose's face soothingly. When Rose finally stops, Svetlana lays down on the pillow next to her, tucking into her side.
It takes a few moments for Rose's brain to kickstart again. "That was incredible," she says, unable to stop smiling.
"Yes," agrees Svetlana, "We should do it again sometime."
Rose sits up, brows furrowing together. "You'd…actually want to do that?"
"Would you not?"
"No, I do, I just…"
"Rose," Svetlana says, firm but not unkind, "I've admired you for a very long time. I think you are very sexy. I enjoyed myself tonight. Why would I not want to do this again?"
Well. That's pretty sound logic, actually.
"Okay." Rose lays back down, getting comfortable. "I'll give you my number. I'm sure our schedules will match up again soon."
Svetlana presses a kiss to her cheek, and Rose lets her eyes close, drifting off. She dreams of fiery orange curls and soft French kisses.