Everything is Illuminated
Lita was headed for a hospital, and hospitals always meant lime Jell-O. She held down her gag reflex and cheerfully entered her best friend's room.
Trish looked miserable in her pink bed jacket, with a snow-white cast poking out of the sheets. Breaking an ankle was a gigantic bitch, and Lita related only too well to Trish's problem.
Squealing commenced; hugs were gingerly exchanged. Lita listened attentively to the latest about Trish's injury, and Trish noticed that Lita actually took the time to listen to her.
The discussion meandered on to Lita's problems with Matt, her boyfriend of too many years.
"...you know, he doesn't really..."
"..listen to me?" Trish finished for Lita. An odd thrill climbed Lita's spine, shocking her utterly.
No way...
She interrupted the conversation, laying out a copy of Glamour upon Trish's tray. Women lounged languidly in expensive outfits, which Trish drooled copiously over. They ended at a center spread featuring Angelina Jolie.
"Mmmm, Angelina." Lita murmured.
Trish's brow rose skyward, "Mmm?"
Lita blushed, "Well, Mmm for a girl...not that I'd know what's hot, when it comes to a woman."
"You mean you've never tried...that?"
"No!"
"Not even in high school? With that mullet?"
Lita laughed, "That's a dirty stereotype, and you know it. Now, have you?"
Lita's answer came with such haste that Trish smiled seductively. "No...but I wouldn't mind trying it out.." Her hand found Lita's and began tracing delicate semi-circles upon its back.
Thrills began chasing the redhead's spine, and she closed her eyes, as though to deny the slow pulsation of passion that danced down her legs.
Her mouth parted, slightly, bearing pure-white teeth. Slowly, because Trish couldn't move properly, she lowered herself to the sweet, almost milky paradise of Trish's pale face.
Their lips met; steam-sealed. It was a kiss of surprising heat and vitality, especially between two women who had believed themselves only the best of friends.
Passion demanded they go further; the status of Trish's body and their location made it impossible. They separated, eyes locked.
Trish, gasping, found herself saying, "I wish we could, but my leg says no."
Lita mopped her brow, "Lord." She said, as though that explained the span of her feelings.
"Me too," Trish smirked. "When I get out of here...maybe we could do a little exploring.."
Lita gulped, smiling. Suddenly a night nurse knocked at the door, announcing that visiting hours were up.
They hugged once more, leaving behind their flirtation with a blast of cold air from the outside.
A strange new sway had entered Lita's step as she exited the room and headed for the elevators. Alone with herself as the car descended, she touched her burning lips, reflecting upon the suddenness of these events. There was an awareness that things with Matt would never return to form again. Then the heat of her blood, the success of her get-well present, assumed her consciousness. Success for which of them, she wasn't sure.
And, only for herself, she giggled like a school girl.