What The Heart Desires | LingOrm

Chapter 4: All These Intrusive Thoughts...

What am I doing, what am I doing, WHAT IN THE WORLD AM I DOING THIS CLOSE TO ORM, AND WHY CAN'T I FIGHT OFF THIS URGE TO KISS HER?

The logical side of her brain continued bombarding her with questions she felt she had the answer to but wasn't quite ready to respond to yet.

Lingling Kwong, are you okay? Has it occurred to you that you are straddling your co-star right now? Yes, she's devastatingly beautiful, and yes, you've been feeling butterflies in your stomach since that first day at the casting with her and...

Seriously, what was she feeling right now? She was starting to understand that it was attraction, yes, but oh lord, was it supposed to make your heart thunder in your chest like this and your brain a little hazy? Also yes, she may have concluded only moments before, this sudden urge to devour the woman in front of her, but honestly, devour her HOW? With her eyes? With her fingers? With her mouth? Or with her tongu—

The sheer amount of willpower Ling needed at this very moment to divert her thoughts away from something so salacious sucked a good chunk of energy out of her. She should be rewarding herself after this for her efforts.

Rewarding yourself? Yes, by kissing Orm. Wait, no! But yes!

Also, when did she even have the courage to STRADDLE A WOMAN (let's not even get started on the fact that they are both in very little clothing right now) and be so close and personal to a person that you share the same air as them?

The other question she was trying to answer was...why, oh why did this all feel so damn good?

The utter satisfaction of feeling almost every inch of Orm's skin against hers while also taking into account that Orm's fingertips had been trailing up and down her arms this hot minute was turning those little embers crackling below her navel into a raging fire.

She suddenly felt like a hormone-raging teenager again, just lovely.

It seemed her body was already moving on its own accord by the time she realized what she was doing. Allowing her lips to brush up and down against the younger woman while also straddling her was not part of her plan tonight. You know, it was supposed to be an innocent jacuzzi movie date where they laughed and had fun, feeling so relaxed afterwards that they would then drift into a peaceful sleep.

Yet, here she was, a hairs length away from making out with Orm, and while her heart was telling her to HURRY UP AND JUST KISS HER ALREADY, her brain was telling her otherwise.

She could see the way Orm's gaze lingered on her lips. Did the younger woman want this as much as she did?

Then suddenly, as if the cogwheels of the universe decided that now was not the time to have fun in such an intimate position, Ling's hand slipped, knocking against the button that turned on the jacuzzi jets.

Another kind of hell broke loose, and chaos ensued as the pressure from the jets blasting on simultaneously sent all the bubbles (Oh yes, Orm was not kidding when she said she wanted lots of bubbles) within the tub, flying all over the place. Orm screamed in surprise, which caused Ling to jump and almost tumble backwards into the water. With bubbles flying everywhere, visibility was limited, so after a few more seconds of scrambling around, they finally managed to turn the jets off.

When the bubbles finally settled, each woman took one look at each other's faces before bursting into a fit of laughter.

Orm had a mountain of bubbles on her head, as if she was wearing a Santa hat, while Ling had bubbles all over her mouth and neck, resembling Santa Claus himself. It took them another whole minute to calm the fuck down enough to help clear the bubbles from each other's heads and faces.