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Part Four: Jessica--She was missing.Flaxen strands clung to the dew beaded upon Jessica’s brow. They were swept away with the drag of a wrist.Where was she?Stuck in a whirlwind of immediate confusion, Jessica wept. She’d spent the sexiest night with her, romping around the house, tasting her, feeling her pulse around her fingers...it’d been surreal and heavy and…It wasn’t her.God, was she losing it? Had she cooked up last night's events in her head?Jessica lifted the edge of her comforter. Naked.She never slept naked.Something, someone pleasured her to the point of delirium. Fuzzy images of the sauciest smile and lips fuller, softer than hers consuming Jessica, caressing the space between her breasts. She’d never hit such strong climaxes. They ripped her into shreds, pinned her together, and ripped into her again.But, how could that be? She was...gone.Jessica's ring and middle finger grazed her tongue. That distinct, traceable flavor was unmistakable. Funny business went down and this essence--it wasn’t hers; it wasn’t hers, either. She sucked at a finger fully. Creative or not, she'd never conjured up a dream that lucid in her life.A rearrangement of the pillows and pulled-back comforter from her old side of the bed set off some bells, too. Wine. Couch. Sex. Laughter. Bed...It all came back to Jessica.She’d left. That bitch left her alone.The dark-haired woman had no obligation to stay, the majority of Jessica’s rational mind offered. Yet, last night unleashed her unstable, needy side. That niggling, id-driven minority. The me, me, me part of herself. It’d been dormant for so many years that she almost couldn’t understand its childish accent. What about Jessica? Me, me, me, Jessica Jung.“Fany,” she sobbed tearlessly, rolling onto her stomach. The woman’s duffel and scattered clothes were nowhere in sight. “Tiffany.”Jessica required comfort. A hug. Kisses.No, she needed deeper contact. She wanted her.But, she wanted Tiffany more.How could that be?She lay at her side, grazing bony knees against her chin. The beetle charm crept down the curve of her neck. It tremored under Jessica’s touch. “Fany.”“What?”She sat up. Tiffany stood there, shoulder propped onto the doorframe. Petulant scowl aside, the woman’s beauty tripled under sunlight churning through the blinds.“I thought you left.”Tiffany’s black pupils met the floor. She gave a shrug, noticeably eyeing her own fully-dressed form. “I planned on it.”“You were going to leave?” Jessica voice bubbled with acid.“I’m here, aren’t I?”A pillow she didn’t know she’d been holding suddenly flew at the standing woman. “Why didn’t you fucking go, then!? Just abandon me because you’re so good at it, apparently.”Tiffany winced at the outburst. “Wouldn’t it be better if I left? We could go on with our lives.”“That’s brilliant, Tiffany. Fucking wonderful.”“What did you expect?”“I don’t know.”“Good. Neither do I.” With that, Tiffany spun on her heel and slammed the bedroom door.…Wary to cross heated paths, Jessica went straight into the shower. Hot, penetrating streams did little to aid her mood, but the thinking time helped. She had to sort out the source of her anger. Maybe a one-night stand wasn’t such a bad thing.However, what about sleeping with your deceased love’s ex?Jessica cranked up the temperature. Even the most scalding shower couldn’t purify her thoughts or conscience. The small cuts in her palm stung. Skin burning, she stepped out.After blow-drying and combing her hair until it could convince any fool into believing her to be well-adjusted, she listened for signs of life beyond the bathroom walls. She’d taken a half-hour shower and twenty minutes to moisturize and do her hair for a purpose. It provided plenty of time for Tiffany to get the hell out her apartment. Seeing her leave would hurt too much and Jessica couldn’t explain why.She re-fastened the silver necklace, watching the beetle dance at her chest. It’d been a present from her, on account of her fear of bugs. “It’s for you,” she murmured between kisses, fingering the skillfully-crafted jasper. “Wear your fears around your neck. They’ll hurt less.”Jessica had previously taken the bit of advice as her unique quirkiness. Though, posthumously, those words meant everything.Contemplating when to pay Mi-Kyung another visit, she paused at the door with a start. Tiffany bounced from her bed, looking just as pissed as earlier.“You took forever,” Tiffany snapped as she plucked the sweating mug from a desktop coaster. “I’ve been fighting that stupid fucking robot coffee machine for half an hour. Hope you like your ice half-melted.”Stunned, Jessica double-blinked. “Decaf?”“Hell no. I needed caffeine and so do you.”Tiffany had changed into a shirt--Jessica’s old college t-shirt--and mesh shorts. Jessica noted the subtle tone in her leg muscles. She probably hit the gym twice a week. “Thank you.”“Drink that. I can’t handle you lashing out at me again.”“I’m sorry.”“Stop apologizing.”“Why’s it so hard for you to accept my apologies?”“Because you apologize too much. Don’t waste them on me.”Not up for bickering, Jessica sipped her coffee. A little bitter. Still, she appreciated the gesture. She openly watched Tiffany until the woman began to fidget.“You mind?”“This,” Jessica motioned to the mug, “was really sweet of you.”Tiffany exhaled when the blonde dipped into the spot next to her. Their legs brushed. “I made enough coffee for two, so…”The brunette’s uncharacteristic awkwardness amused Jessica. Tiffany and she didn’t have many common attributes. The love of her life smiled easily. Used wit to make others feel good about themselves. Shewasn’t too proud ask questions and she wouldn’t dare wear Louboutin pumps to a funeral. Not that sheowned any.“Are you going to stare at me all day?”Jessica lowered her eyes to where their knees touched. “I can if you stay all day.”“Is that a request?”“If you want it to be.”Tiffany quirked a finely-shaped eyebrow. “I only take demands.”“Stay with me,” Jessica breathed into her ear, shivering at her own seductive tone, “and hold me. Please.”“That’s what you want?”“It’s what I need.”Tiffany claimed a silver iPhone from a corner of the bed and eyeballed its screen. “I have to be at work in the morning. In Seoul. I, um...already called a car.”“Are you leaving soon?”“Eight.”“So, you were sticking around anyway, huh?” Jessica got a smug kick out of Tiffany’s thinly veiled irritation.“Whatever. You’re a mess. You said it yourself; you need me.”Happiest about 11:34am lit up on her alarm clock, Jessica tugged at Tiffany’s elbow. “Get holding me, then.”…Tiffany’s hold was suffocating. The blonde couldn’t figure how such a slight-framed woman had the ability weigh down another human like a 500-pound Bengal. Jessica flexed her shoulder muscles, praying that she’d get the hint. Instead, Tiffany clenched tighter.“C-comfy?” she could hardly utter.Tiffany purred--much like a tiger--treading her nose through golden strands. “Mmhmm.”Jessica sucked in her stomach, thumbing at the locked arm at her waist. She threw out a request to distract from her discomfort. “Tell me about yourself.”“What would you like to know?”“Do you have any tattoos?”Tiffany snorted, lifting a hand to slap at Jessica’s thigh, ultimately releasing her victim. “You would have seen it while I was stark naked, stupid.”“I could have missed it since I was…”“Busy doing me against the wall?”“Yes. That.”“No tattoos, I’m afraid.”She had three tattoos. A cherry blossom. Her name in Celtic script. The pi symbol. All tiny enough to hide from the general public, yet intricate enough to study, to kiss, to trace with her tongue. “Any siblings?”“An older brother, but I hate him.”“You hate your own brother?”“He takes advantage of my parents’ bank accounts and they turn a blind eye because he’s their son. God, if I had a dick, I wouldn’t have to work so goddamned hard.”Jessica nodded into the softness of a pillow. Her ears picked up on Tiffany’s voice cracking; family must be a sore spot.“I’m relieved you don’t have one.” She reached behind herself and shyly patted at the mesh-clad mound, making her point known.Tiffany inched in closer. “Good.”“Have you ever been married?”The following silence ran so long that Jessica suspected Tiffany fell asleep. With a deep sigh into her neck, she answered. “I have.”Jessica made to turn over, but Tiffany stopped her with a squeeze. “Her name’s Bora. We had an apartment together in New York and gay marriage had just been legalized. We were young and silly and….yeah. Civilly bound for half a year.”“I…” That question had been a joke. “didn’t know.”“I’m a twenty-seven-year-old divorcée. Pitiful, right?”“I’m so s--” A light slap reminded her not to finish the apology.“We loved each other, sure--at first. Then, I came home to her bags packed. She didn’t make eye contact. Only brushed by me into the night and never returned. I got the divorce papers the next morning.”“That’s awful.”“She warned me. Several times. ‘You’re unlovable, Tiffany.’ ‘You no longer make me happy.’ ‘Try to make this work because I’m so tired.’ I didn’t listen. I carried on with my standard routine, assuming all marriages hit that point. I was wrong.”Tears dotted the pillowcase before Jessica realized she started crying. “You’re not unlovable. Nobody should bear to hear those words.”“You’ve known me for a day. Give it time.”Jessica twisted within the circle of Tiffany’s other arm, nose-to-nose with nowhere to escape. “Fany. I endured years of my love swearing by you. I can see why.”“What made you change your mind?”“Last night. You said you needed to be punished. If you feel remorse, you’re not the callous bitch you want everyone to think you are.”When Tiffany sighed, the warm breath caressed Jessica’s lips.She sighed
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