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ForevaXena's FanFic . . .
Undeniable
by KM
Disclaimers: The
characters in this story are mine. This
is a 'uber' story, set in today's timeline, and some of the characters may bear
a more than a slight resemblance to certain other characters we all know, but
which are not owned by me. Any
similarity to real people is purely coincidental.
The location is Orlando, Florida. This
is a character driven piece. There
is no plot. There is no violence,
nobody is trying to kill anybody else, nobody is chasing anybody else, nobody is....well, you get the picture. The
backdrop is a law firm, and sometimes law firms can be rather routine places to
work. This story brings two
people together in that environment who end up making each other's lives
anything but routine.
Subtext Disclaimer: There
is subtext here, too. This story
deals with the growing attraction and eventual deep, profound love between two
people who happen to be of the same sex. Although
there are some scenes depicting the physical expression of that love, there are
no graphic scenes here. If that is
what you're looking for, you might want to read something else.
This is simply a story about soulmates finding each other again.
© Copyright 10/01/2000. All rights reserved.
Cover by Calli
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PART 8
Robin
looked away and promptly blushed.
*************
It
was late in the evening when Jess had finished her last bit of preparation for
the following day's witnesses and eventual closing arguments. She was tired, dead tired, but all in all, it had been an
overwhelmingly productive day. Robin
did great.
She smiled briefly at the thought and turned off her computer, packing
her briefcase before heading home. She
was just about to leave when she heard a small and unexpected knock at the door.
Robin peeked in, then slipped inside the office.
"You're
still here." Robin smiled and
closed the door behind her.
Jess
eyed Robin suspiciously. "I
thought you left hours ago."
"Nope,
I was sifting through my in-box and e-mails.
They really do seem to accumulate."
Robin chuckled lightly to herself. "Are
you leaving now?"
"Just
packing up." Jess walked over
to where Robin stood, warm blue eyes regarding the smaller woman fondly.
"I am so proud of you. Have
I told you that?"
Robin
blushed and then grinned widely. "I
think you might have mentioned that a time or two today.
Thanks." A mischievous
blonde eyebrow shot up. "So,
as I recall, you promised me a reward for my good job.
Care to fill me in on what it might be?"
A
dark eyebrow arched in response. She
wants to play.
"Here's the deal, kiddo. You
tell me what I win under your point system, and I'll tell you what your reward
is." Jess figured she might as
well try to finagle Robin into telling her what her point prize was going to be.
The
young associate tapped a petite finger lightly against her chin in thought, then
shook her head decisively. "No
deal."
"No?"
The junior partner feigned an exaggerated hurt expression.
"How come?"
"Well,
the way I see it, I've already earned my reward, and you're still working on
your point totals. It's only fair
that should I receive my reward now, while you will just simply have to
wait." Robin playfully tugged
at the cuff of Jess's suit sleeve. "You
thought I'd cave in and tell you, didn't you?"
She smirked.
"Well,
you can't blame me for trying." Jess offered a sheepish grin, and then
stepped a bit closer to Robin, locking clear blue eyes onto green. "Are you sure there's nothing I can do to persuade you
to tell me?"
Robin's
breathing quickened a bit. "Nope.
Nothing."
"Okay,
then." The junior partner
turned nonchalantly and grabbed her briefcase, walking purposefully over toward
the door.
"Hey,
not so fast." Robin raced up
to her. "You can't leave
yet."
"Why
not?" Jess teased.
"Because
I was promised a reward and I intend to collect it." Amused green eyes danced merrily.
She
is so damn cute.
Jess was simply helpless to resist the game.
She abruptly set her briefcase down, and in one fluid motion, gently spun
Robin around against the closed solid wood door.
She pressed herself against the younger woman and whispered softly into a
petite ear. "We're not in the
appropriate setting, Robin, but I'll give you a little hint of what I had in
mind." With that, Jess nibbled
the small earlobe and then proceeded to nip her way down the petite jaw line,
finally placing several soft, lingering kisses on Robin's sweet lips. Jess broke away, smiling blue eyes meeting dazed sea green.
"Hold that thought." She
winked.
Robin
swallowed several times. "Uh...yeah.
I mean, I will." How
is it possible that she can make me feel this way?
"Good.
Now, let's go. We've got another long day ahead of us tomorrow."
Jess opened the door and strode out toward the elevators without so much
as a backward glance.
The young associate lagged behind for a moment, then scurried off after the junior partner. I might have to rethink my decision. She can definitely be quite persuasive.
************
A
cold front blew in just in time for the wrap up of the trial activities. The sights and sounds of the holiday season infused the air,
and now with the colder weather upon the city, it really seemed to feel as if
Christmas was near. Robin found
herself actually missing the snow and the festive winter atmosphere she had
become accustomed to up North. Florida,
it seemed, was somehow quite lacking in the winter department.
The trial had continued on for the remainder of the week, with the
defense team putting on its case, and Jess, in Robin's opinion, doing an
absolutely brilliant job. And so,
as the trial approached its conclusion, Robin found herself sitting at counsel
table Friday morning waiting rather impatiently for closing arguments to begin.
She let her mind wander briefly, quietly musing about the upcoming
holidays. Christmas. Parents. Christmas
and parents. Here.
Robin frowned visibly.
This is not good.
She never understood why everything always seemed to be so complicated.
Twirling
her pen lightly, Robin's mind drifted to the junior partner sitting next to her.
She had really wanted to spend Christmas with Jess.
They hadn't discussed it, with the trial taking precedence over almost
everything else during the past couple of weeks, and for all Robin knew, Jess
was planning to go to her mother's for Christmas.
But now, with Robin's parents visiting, it was all but certain that she
and Jess were just not going to be able to spend Christmas together this year.
And that really sucked. She
frowned visibly again. That really
big time sucked. She pondered the
situation a bit more. Perhaps she
and Jess could spend some time with each other after Christmas, and then maybe
celebrate New Year's together. Robin
considered that thought for a moment, her disposition lightening up just a bit.
That could work.
Her
mind, quite on its own and almost on instinct, led her tangentially in a
different direction. So,
what to get Jess for Christmas.
Robin considered the matter. What
do you get someone who has everything?
The fact was, she didn't just want to get Jess any old thing.
She wanted whatever she picked out to be special, and meaningful,
and...what? And
significant.
Robin mulled that thought over. Significant,
how? Her
concentrated musings were abruptly interrupted by Judge Hancock entering the
courtroom, followed by the jury, and the bailiff announcing the commencement of
the day's court proceedings. She
reluctantly decided to leave her Christmas deliberations for another time.
Within
moments, the proceedings were underway and closing arguments began, with each
side giving its summary of the case and the evidence presented during the
week-long trial. The jury, to its
credit, sat and listened attentively as the attorneys for each side spoke and
made their points. Robin watched
closely as Jess summed up the testimony and the key points made in favor of the
defendant by each witness. Jess
made particular reference to Anne Carver's lack of credibility, and Robin felt a
curious quiet pride fill her as Jess spoke.
Jess was good, there was no denying that, and Robin recalled Harry's
assessment of Jess's litigation skills when he had first assigned Robin to work
with her that mid-October day. "It's
really something to see her in action."
Robin recalled his words exactly.
Yes, it most definitely is something seeing her in action. The young associate openly
admired Jess's technique of drawing the jury into the defendant's point of view,
taking note in particular of Jess's stance and the body language she projected
to the jury as she made her final argument. The quiet intensity in the tone of her voice absolutely
captivated the audience. She's
amazing.
Time
passed quickly, and closing arguments for both parties concluded right before
the lunch hour. Judge Hancock
proceeded to immediately read to the jury their jury instructions, charging them
on their task in their deliberations on the verdict.
Once the jury instructions were completed, everyone rose as the judge and
the jury exited the courtroom for the midday recess.
Jess
blew out a long breath and threw her legal pad in her briefcase. "Okay. Now,
we wait. Let's go on back to the
office for lunch."
Robin
packed up the exhibit books and files and then gathered her briefcase and
laptop. "I'll arrange for
someone to come and pick up all the exhibits later."
She followed Jess and Phil out of the courtroom, and all three of them
headed back toward the office. As
they walked down the long tiled corridor, Robin gave Jess a gentle squeeze on
the arm. "You were
great."
The
junior partner glanced quietly at Robin. "Thanks.
We'll see."
When
they arrived back at the Roberts & McDaniel office suite, Jess escorted Phil
into the main conference room where lunch was ready and waiting for them.
"So, what do you think?" Phil
asked as they entered through the conference room double doors.
"It's
always hard to tell with juries." The
junior partner sat down, eyeing the selection of sandwiches that had been
brought in, and finally deciding on ham and Swiss cheese on rye.
After
a few moments, Robin entered the conference room, having secured a paralegal to
pick up the trial materials at the courthouse later that afternoon.
The young associate selected a turkey on whole wheat sandwich and
listened intently as the conversation between Phil and Jess progressed.
"I
think we've got a good shot, Phil." Jess
took a bite of her sandwich, not really tasting it.
"One thing to consider. If
the jury's out for a long time, it probably goes against us.
That generally means they've decided in favor of the plaintiff and are
spending a lot of time figuring out the money damages.
We obviously don't want that."
Phil
selected his own sandwich and nodded. "Right.
Let's hope for a quick verdict after lunch, then."
He poured himself a soda. "Jessica,
I wanted to take this opportunity to thank you and Robin for the great job the
two of you have done, whatever the outcome is for us.
I know how diligently and hard you both worked to put this case together
under sometimes quite difficult circumstances.
I'll be speaking with Harry soon, and I'll be sure to let him know what a
terrific team he has in you two." He
nodded appreciatively and then turned to face Robin.
"And you, young lady, did an especially outstanding job with Anne
Carver. Harry, might just have to
watch out that some other law firm around town doesn't snatch you away from
here." He grinned.
"Thank you both for your hard work.
RSJ Industries appreciates the extraordinary effort."
Jess
gracefully accepted the compliment. "It's
our pleasure, Phil." Blue eyes
tracked over to where Robin sat quietly eating her lunch and taking everything
in. The young associate looked up
and silently met Jess's gaze. "I
certainly wouldn't have been able to do nearly as well without Robin,
here." Jess smiled warmly, a
blue eye slyly winking in Robin's direction as Phil was apparently too busy
eating his sandwich to take notice. "Let's
just hope for the best this afternoon."
And
so, for several hours that Friday afternoon, they waited.
And then they waited some more. It
was now becoming quite late in the day, with still no word from the jury.
Jess, at first, took everything in stride, but then couldn't help but
become increasingly worried that things were just taking far too long for
comfort. As the afternoon crawled
interminably on, she finally became resigned to the fate that the jury had
probably just flat out decided against them.
It was all but evident now. The
jury was talking about the money, and the question was, just how much money were
they going to award the plaintiff? Damn.
And she'd had such a good feeling about this one, too.
A moment later, Jess's secretary, Angie, stepped inside the junior
partner's office.
"What
is it, Angie?" Jess fidgeted
slightly, her hands playing with the glass paperweight that usually sat on her
desk.
"Judge
Hancock's office called. The jury's
back and he wants everyone over in his courtroom in thirty minutes."
Angie waited for Jess's reply.
An
audible sigh. Here we go. "Alright.
Would you go over to the conference room and ask Robin and Phil to meet
me at the elevators in five minutes?"
Angie nodded and then left the office.
Jess stood up and took a deep cleansing breath, mentally bracing herself
for the expected loss. She shook
away her worries, put on her suit jacket, and gathered her briefcase.
She took a step forward, and then paused uneasily as an errant thought
crossed her mind. I'd hate
it if we lost Robin's first case. And then she promptly chastised herself for her momentary
lapse. Winning or losing a
case is not personal, Jess. Don't
make it such.
She shook her head in rebuke at her own foolishness.
But still...
The
junior partner strode out the office door and onward toward the elevators, her
demeanor reflecting an air of confidence she absolutely did not possess. She met up with Robin and Phil waiting nearby.
"Ready?"
Jess gave a confident smile.
Phil
grinned. "Ready. Let's go."
The
three of them headed for the county courthouse located about two blocks away
from the office building. It was a
rather pleasant walk down the main avenue.
The cloudless blue sky and cool winter air served to invigorate the weary
trial team as they walked briskly toward the newly built and extremely modern
looking tall courthouse building. The
city had placed festive holiday decorations all along the main avenue, the
colored garland glittering in the late afternoon sunlight, and the strings of
lights swaying gently in the winter's breeze.
It was apparent that the evening would bring colder air across the local
area, and it now seemed that it might be a bit easier for everyone in town to
get into the holiday spirit.
Once
inside the massive courthouse structure, the trial team slid easily through the
metal detectors and took the elevator up to Judge Hancock's courtroom.
Plaintiff's counsel was already in place when the defense team arrived,
and all parties took their seats and waited with veiled nervousness for the
arrival of the jury.
Robin
tapped Jess's hand lightly as they sat at the defendant's counsel table. "You did a good job."
She whispered and smiled warmly. "Even
if the jury doesn't see it our way."
Jess
nodded, careful not to let her doubts show.
"Thanks."
A
moment later, Judge Hancock entered the courtroom, and the bailiff proceeded to
lead the jury into the room and over to the jury box.
Robin noted that not one member of the jury looked over at either counsel
table. Is that good, or bad?
As soon as everyone was situated, Judge
Hancock fumbled for a moment before putting on his wire rimmed glasses, and then
directed his attention toward the jury foreman.
"Mr.
Foreman, has the jury reached a verdict?"
The
jury foreman rose from his chair. "We
have, Your Honor."
The
bailiff retrieved the jury verdict form from the foreman and handed it to the
judge for his review. Judge Hancock
read the verdict silently to himself, then handed the paper back to the bailiff
to return to the jury foreman.
Judge
Hancock proceeded. "On Count
One of the plaintiff's complaint, what says the jury?"
The
foreman's voice echoed slightly in the large, vaulted ceiling courtroom as he
read from the verdict form. "We,
the jury in this cause, find for the Defendant on Count One of the
complaint."
A
collective sigh came from the defendant's table, while a muffled groan emanated
from the opposite side of the room.
"Alright."
Judge Hancock continued. "On
the last count, Count Two of the plaintiff's complaint, Mr. Foreman, what says
the jury?"
The
jury foreman again read the verdict form in similar fashion.
"We, the jury in this cause, find for the Defendant on Count Two of
the complaint."
Wide
smiles combined with relief greeted each other at the defendant's table. Defeat and distress was evident on the plaintiff's side of
the room. Judge Hancock quickly
thanked the jury members for their time and effort, and without further ado,
gaveled the trial proceedings to a close.
Robin
turned around and spoke briefly with Phil, as he again thanked her for all the
hard work she and Jess had put into the case.
The young associate glanced across the courtroom and spied Jess engaged
in an intense conversation with one of the jury members.
Isn't that juror number five?
The
courtroom emptied out quickly, and one of the paralegals from the firm arrived
in time to collect all the trial exhibits and case files and return them to the
office. Robin waited patiently as
Jess continued her discussion with juror number five, while Phil exited out into
the hallway to call his office and inform them of the trial's successful
outcome.
Jess
ended her conversation and walked back over to where Robin was standing.
"Where's Phil?"
"Out
in the hall talking to his office. What
was that all about?" Robin
gestured toward the area where Jess and juror number five had stood moments ago.
"Oh,
I was just talking to him about why it took them so long to reach the
verdict." The junior partner
chuckled lightly. "You'll
never guess, but it seems our juror number three was the only hold out.
He apparently wanted to give the plaintiff some money."
"Ah,
the shifty-eyed one." Robin
smirked.
"Right.
Juror number five said that he and juror number three mixed it up a bit,
and they almost came to blows a couple of times.
Since it's Friday afternoon, the other jurors were finally able to
convince juror number three that the plaintiff had not met its burden of proof,
and he eventually ended up agreeing with everyone else to find in our
favor."
Robin
shook her head in amazement. "I
knew we had to watch out for that guy."
"You
had him pegged. From now on, I dub
you the official juror watcher." Jess
grinned and then shook her head in amazement.
"It just goes to show you that you never can tell with juries."
She lowered her voice. "I'm
almost embarrassed to say that when we came in here, I was sure we had lost the
case."
Robin's
eyes grew wide. "Really.
You hid it well." She
furrowed her light brows. "But
it looked to me like you had the jury pretty well convinced."
The blonde head nodded in affirmation.
"I knew you did a good job."
"Correction."
Jess strode with Robin out through the courtroom's double doors and into
the mostly empty corridor. "We
did a good job. Don't leave
yourself out of this." She
scanned the hallway looking for Phil. "Now
let's collect Phil and get back to the office so we can brag a little bit."
She twitched a dark eyebrow teasingly.
"I love to brag."
************
The
busy week had finally concluded, and by everyone's assessment, it had been a
resounding success. Phil Jones was
quite pleased with the trial's results and the success, in particular, of the
trial team. He made sure Harry
Roberts and Gordon McDaniel knew how delighted he was with the firm's work on
the case. After meeting with Harry
and Gordon, Phil caught a late flight back home to New Orleans.
Robin left the office shortly thereafter, mentioning something about
taking care of some small errands. Jess
lingered about the office awhile longer, chatting amicably with Harry about the
week's trial events. She made sure
to acknowledge the contributions that Robin made to the trial's favorable
outcome, and Harry seemed quite pleased with the results. Finally, after almost everyone else had gone home for the
weekend, Jess let herself unwind from the adrenaline rush of the day, and headed
herself wearily out the office door.
She
drove her silver Mercedes homeward through the city streets, the blinking of the
Christmas lights on the passing lamp posts serving as a constant reminder of the
holiday season. She hadn't let her
mind think at all about the upcoming holidays, preferring instead to dwell on
trial preparations, rather than on things that contained a fair degree of
uncertainty. Now, however, as she
made her way silently home, her mind absently turned to those uncertain matters.
Christmas.
Robin's parents were coming down to visit.
That meant, obviously, that Jess and Robin wouldn't be able to be with
each other on Christmas day or even Christmas Eve.
Robin would be with her family, and that was really a good thing, but
Jess was more than a little bit disappointed at the unfairness of it all.
Damn. She and Robin should be spending Christmas together, Jess
reasoned, feeling a bit of self-pity in the process. Jess had idly entertained the notion of bringing Robin with
her to Tampa to visit her mother, either at Christmas or some other time.
Mom would like her.
She smiled at the thought. But
shit. Christmas is definitely out.
She frowned unhappily, then considered other options.
Perhaps they could both plan a trip to Tampa around New Year's.
That would be good, wouldn't it? Face
it, Jess. You want to bring her
home to meet your mother.
It was a quaint notion, to be sure, but it also seemed to be quite
important at the moment. Would
mom understand about us? Should I
even tell her?
Jess
stopped at a red light and turned on the radio, festive Christmas carols
interspersing between the regular light rock music selections, all of which
served to distract the junior partner momentarily from her train of thought. As the light turned green, she resumed her silent
contemplation. The fact was, Robin
hadn't mentioned Christmas. As far
as Jess could tell, Robin was planning on spending all of her time with her
parents. An uncomfortable and
bothersome thought crossed Jess's mind. As
much as Jess wanted Robin to meet her mother, Robin may not want Jess to meet
her parents. The two of them were
keeping things quiet between them, and it would stand to reason that Robin
wouldn't want to advertise or acknowledge their relationship, even in a casual
manner. And the more Jess
considered that possibility, the more it bothered her.
She shook her head, chastising herself for her own foolish thoughts.
Why such a long face, Jess? You
know you're not exactly what her daddy had in mind for his little girl.
Jess
proceeded onward toward home, her disposition a little sullen, notwithstanding
the big trial win and despite the otherwise festive nature of the holiday season
itself. She arrived at her house
and pulled the silver Mercedes into the two-car garage, her preoccupied mind
completely unaware of the blue Miata parked neatly at the curb. She stepped out of the car and walked over to the door,
turning off the house alarm. Proceeding
through the doorway and into the house, she stopped abruptly as she glanced
ahead and took in the sight before her.
Flickering
candles adorned the dining room table set elegantly for two. More candles glowed from the living room, their soft light
casting a soothing warmth throughout the space, while a fire danced its way in
harmony within the brick fireplace. Soft
jazz music filtered from the stereo in the far corner etagere, and a decidedly
enticing aroma emanated from the direction of the large kitchen.
The ambience was, in a word, enchanting.
Robin
leaned casually against the kitchen entryway, green eyes watching with
undisguised interest as Jess first walked inside the house and then absorbed the
intimate setting. The younger woman
was dressed in a pale blue cashmere sweater with navy blue twill pants, and she
stood motionless against the wall patiently waiting for Jess to finally look
over and meet her quiet gaze.
The
junior partner set her briefcase down, and then glanced around the room once
again before slowly tracking azure eyes to formally greet sea green. In the soft glow of the candlelight, Jess was openly
mesmerized as her focus locked onto the petite form leaning quietly against the
far wall. She looks good. The dark haired woman
slowly walked over to where Robin stood, her gaze never leaving the petite form
as she silently approached. Her
pace quickened somewhat, finally closing the distance between them as she rushed
into the waiting embrace.
"Hi."
Jess kissed Robin softly. "What
did you do?"
Robin
smiled. "It's just a little
celebration dinner for us. I
thought you might like a quiet evening together."
Green eyes met blue. "It's
been so long, you know."
"I
know. It smells wonderful.
What is it?" Jess poked her nose inside the kitchen and sniffed.
"Someone's
favorite seafood with a little stuffed crab."
"I'm
starving." Jess felt her
resolve crumbling. Although she was
very tired, her senses were now on collective overload, and had been ever since
she walked through the door moments ago. Combined
with the lingering adrenaline from the week-long trial, the entire scene left
her simply unable to think about anything except Robin.
She placed her hands on the wall on either side of Robin's head and
leaned down to kiss the soft lips again. "I'm
starving."
Robin
smiled. "You already said
that. Besides, isn't that's my
line?" She patted Jess's
stomach lightly. "Why don't
you go and change into something casual, or take a quick shower if you want. Dinner won't be ready for about another thirty minutes."
"I
suppose I could do that." Jess
nodded. "But don't start
without me." She winked and
then proceeded down the long hallway toward the master bedroom.
Twenty
minutes later, Jess returned to the living room, freshly showered and wearing
dark beige twill pants with a light yellow brushed cotton button down shirt.
She watched with interest as Robin entered the living room from the
kitchen bearing two glasses of chilled sparkling wine.
"You
got champagne?" A dark eyebrow
arched in question.
Robin
grinned. "Of course."
She handed a glass to Jess. "You
can't have a celebration without a little champagne."
She raised her own glass slightly in toast.
"Congratulations, counselor, on a terrific win."
Jess
clinked her glass against Robin's. "Congratulations,
yourself, counselor. You had a very
important hand in our win today." Blue
eyes held a tender warmth. "I
am so very proud of you."
"Thanks."
Green eyes danced. "To us, then."
"To
us." Jess took a sip. "We make a great team, don't we?"
"The
best." Robin took several sips
of her champagne. "Are you
ready to eat, now?"
"Yep.
I'm starving."
Robin
grinned. "There you go with my
line, again. Come on.
Dinner's ready." She
stood up and led Jess toward the dining room.
I
could definitely get used to this. And
her daddy doesn't get a vote.
************
"What
are you thinking about?" Jess
slid down lengthwise on the plush sofa, pulling Robin along with her.
Dinner had been wonderful, and quite romantic.
But now, both Robin and Jess were very full.
And very, very tired. The
fire crackled in the fireplace, and there was very little light in the room,
save for the flickering flames of the fire's glow and the few small candles
situated on the corner end tables.
Robin
nestled herself alongside the inside portion of the sofa and propped her head up
lazily on one hand. "I can't
believe how happy I am right now. I
can't believe how happy you make me feel."
She traced a dark eyebrow. "Sometimes,
I think it can't be real, that I can't possibly feel the way I do about you.
I don't know if you know what I mean."
"Tell
me." Jess shifted almost on
her side to better listen to what Robin was saying.
"It's
a little embarrassing to talk about."
"It's
just me." The larger hand
stroked the side of Robin's cheek and then remained there briefly.
"Don't be embarrassed. There's
nothing, absolutely nothing, that could ever change the way I feel about
you."
Robin
breathed a heavy sigh. This was
obviously something that had been on her mind for some time.
"I...I know we joke around, and tease one another and all, but
I've never actually felt these...things for a woman before."
Robin was very shy as she spoke. "I've
never wanted to...um...touch a woman before, and I guess I'm a little bit
nervous about that."
"Do
you want to touch me, Robin?"
Robin's
breathing quickened, the question all at once taking her by surprise.
She swallowed with considered difficulty, and then nodded her head
mutely.
Jess
reached out and took a petite hand into her own, bringing the palm slowly to her
lips, and kissed it lightly. She
then, in deliberate fashion, brought the same hand down to rest on the swell of
her breast, and covered the smaller hand with her own.
"Touch me, Robin," she whispered.
Oh
God. Robin
moved her hand tentatively back and forth over the cotton fabric of Jess's
shirt, feeling each and every soft curve as she did so, her gaze never leaving
Jess's face the entire length of time.
"How's
that?" Jess could barely
breathe. "Is that okay for
you?"
Robin
nodded. "Yes.
You?" Robin continued
the motion.