This was going to have more sex in it, I swear, but I got to it and just couldn’t.
I can’t write it, even though this is the one pairing I wouldn’t feel at all awkward reading (somehow reading about women/sex freaks me out and I can’t explain it) but it just wouldn’t work. Maybe some other time.
When Jenny had told Mike he needed to make a choice all those months ago, she hadn’t thought it would have ended up like this. She thought he would have actually chosen between her and Rachel, but she wasn’t going to complain, not now. She thought back quickly to that night she’d insisted on a double date, the way she might have overreacted because her nerves were already wearing thin because of how obviously attractive Rachel was. She had forgone the usual insecurities and jumped right over into the way too attracted to my rival territory and that had surprised her.
Rachel had been nice to her all evening, they’d gotten on just fine but she hadn’t been able to settle, suddenly aware (and feeling guilty) that she might be more interested in her than Mike. Every time Rachel’s hand ended up on her arm during some anecdote, every smile or roll of her eyes had had Jenny on edge.
Now, though, there wasn’t an issue. It had turned out that Mike had been telling the truth. There wasn’t anything going on with him and Rachel. That hadn’t been why he was so distracted. Rachel wasn’t the person at work Jenny should have been worrying about. When they’d broken up, Rachel had been nice enough to call and ask her if she wanted to do drinks again, just the two of them this time. No Kyle, because it turned out that Rachel had just needed to find a date and he’d been pestering her for one.
Jenny hadn’t been able to say no, even though she knew she should. Becoming friends with someone she was stupidly attracted to was never a good idea, but then again, she’d done it with Mike and had managed to keep up that friendship, even after a failed attempt at a relationship. She didn’t have to worry about that now, though. She could look at Rachel like that all she wanted, she could run her fingers through her hair like she’d caught herself thinking about because they’d gone back to hers from the bar, a little tipsy and were now horizontal on her couch. Jenny had chanced it, a lingering touch on her arm before turning to leave and then Rachel had caught her hand and asked if she wanted to come back. There was no doubt about the way she had meant it but Jenny wondered if she would have taken it that way if she hadn’t already been thinking about it.
There had been no stopping, no checking if this was what they wanted to do, just quick kisses in the back of the cab before cooling it off quickly for the walk up to her apartment. Finally, Jenny was able to touch her how she wanted to, to trail kisses down her neck, under her slightly perfect blouse, that now she though about it, had been fully buttoned at the start of the evening, before her first trip to the bathroom.