Mona's Morning

Something nice, lovely, and happy for Christmas morning. Remember Mona and Kelsey?

Mona woke up with a pounding headache and a hot arm thrown over her. She rolled over questioningly and saw a face she remembered from the night before. Pool table girl, she tried to put a name to the face. She flushed as she remembered the girl leaning over the pool table, cue steady and sure in her hands as she looked up to meet Mona’s gaze.

She’d caught Mona’s attention immediately, and after a couple more shots, Mona separated from her group of friends and shimmied over to the group of guys at the pool table. The tall blonde grinned and positioned himself in front of her, but she slunk past him, squeezing into the small space until she and the girl with the cue were toe to toe.

“Is at all that eye contact ever going to come to flirtation?” Mona asked brazenly, and the girl smirked, tucked Mona’s hair back.

“I think it just did,” she teased. “Name’s Kelsey.”  

Oh, thank God, Mona thought, finally remembering her name. She let out a sigh of relief and felt Kelsey's fingers moving along her skin with the motion.

The night before had been exquisite, awkward, giggly, intense, hot. Mona was torn between wanting to do it again and hopping in the shower to avoid the morning after scene. She hated being the clingy girl after a one night stand. First thing first, she decided, and that meant ibuprofen and a glass of water.

She pulled back the sheets and tried to slither out of bed as quietly as possible, but the hand around her clenched tight onto her hip. “You’re not running away, are you?” Mona turned toward Kelsey, who was raspy-voiced and probably a little hung over as well. “Because I haven’t had any breakfast,” Kelsey smirked, and Mona couldn’t help but laugh as her skin heated.

“I love breakfast,” she croaked out, and slid back under the covers. The ibuprofen and water could wait.

Mona finally emerged from the bed some time later, stretching and feeling much better than before. She threw on a long sweater and gestured around the room to her clothes. “Borrow whatever you want if you want to lounge and stay for breakfast,” she flushed, “real breakfast. Or, you know, if you want to shower and go, that’s fine too.”

Kelsey laughed heartily. “I’ve got a little time. Will you cook for me?” she joked, her eyes light with humor. Mona loved seeing it, and it was hard not to crawl back on the bed and kiss Kelsey thoroughly.

“If you’re lucky,” she raised an eyebrow. “Anything should fit,” she told the more slender girl, throwing a sweatshirt on the bed before turning toward the kitchen.

The apartment was chilly and it nipped at her toes, but Mona refused to put on socks. A girl in a sweater is hot, a girl in a sweater and socks is just lame, she thought to herself. She looked in the fridge and discovered she had all the fixings for pancakes, always good in case Kelsey was vegetarian or vegan. She could be on a gluten free diet, Mona frowned, and then decided to cross that bridge if she came to it. God, lesbians were hard to cook for!

She was pouring the first dollop of batter into the hot pan when Kelsey ambled out into the kitchen, face freshly washed, in an old sweatshirt and a pair of Mona’s colorful socks. It looks hot on Kelsey, Mona licked her lips with lust and just a hint of jealousy. Maybe she should go grab some socks.

Kelsey boosted herself up onto the counter. “Are you making pancakes? I’m starving and I love pancakes.”

Mona laughed and pinched Kelsey’s ankle. “Yes, I’m making pancakes. I’ve got orange juice, milk, water, and booze.”

“Hmm,” Kelsey pursed her lips in thought and Mona laughed again, flipping the pancake. “Alright, I guess it’s a little early. Where are your glasses?”

“Cupboard behind your head,” Mona pointed out helpfully and spooned another dollop of batter into the pan.

“Would you like me to get you a glass of something?” Kelsey inquired, two glasses already in her hands. She opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice.

“Orange juice for me as well, thank you.”

“You’re cooking,” Kelsey set the glasses down and squeezed Mona’s hip. “Least I could do.”

“I want another round, but I need food first,” Mona admitted, patting her tummy.

“Definitely food. And I have the day off,” Kelsey nipped Mona’s ear, “so we’ll see about another round.”

Kelsey grabbed the glasses of orange juice and walked them to the small nook housing Mona’s dining table as Mona steadied herself against the counter.

“Pancakes,” she muttered to herself unconvincingly, “I wanted pancakes.”

Meet Mona

This is just a creative space, so some of these are stand alones and some might be recurring characters or plot lines, depending on what situations they get into. For now, meet Mona.

“Shhh,” Mona giggled as she led the other girl down the hallway by the hand. She swayed a little and rested her forehead against the cool door as she dug the keys out of her pocket and fit them into the lock. She turned away from the door and leaned in for a kiss, lips curving against the other woman’s mouth.

“Home, sweet home,” she announced too loudly, swinging the door wide. She tugged on her companion’s belt loop until they were both inside and shut the door. The darkness engulfed them. “The kitchen is that way, bathroom is to the left, bedroom at the far end of the hall,” she joked.

The other woman laughed, “Thanks, very helpful. You work as a tour guide, right?”

“You planning on teasing me all night, Kelsey? When I invited you here I was telling you what I want,” Mona tugged her closer by the belt loop on her jeans.

“Don’t worry, I know what I want,” Kelsey reassured her, reaching out to touch Mona’s shoulder, following the length of her arm and entwining their fingers. “I can’t see, so you’re going to have to lead me unless you want to play Marco Polo to get me in the bedroom.”

Mona laughed, delighted. “Next time!” she promised as she pulled Kelsey eagerly down the hallway.

“Next time?” Kelsey muttered. Mona heard her and stumbled slightly as she pushed Kelsey back into the bedroom door.

“How’s your luck?” she taunted, and Kelsey could feel her smile into their kiss. It didn’t last long as Kelsey’s fingers untangled from Mona’s and drifted up to drop Mona’s jacket to the floor.

“Gonna open the door for me?” Kelsey pleaded, and they almost fell when Mona complied. Mona prodded Kelsey into the room and they abruptly stumbled and toppled to the floor.

“Fuck,” Kelsey groaned, rubbing her head.

“Sorry,” Mona whimpered. “I’m not really the neatest person in the world and I wasn’t expecting company.” She pulled a skirt from where it had tangled around Kelsey’s ankle. “Are you okay?” Mona helped Kelsey up from the floor. “Do you want to go?”

Kelsey pulled a bra from where it had hooked onto the back pocket of her jeans. “And miss these?” she pressed the bra into Mona’s hands and Mona laughed.

“Yeah, it’s nice to not have to get the padded ones,” she confessed. “Not that, I mean,” she faltered, embarrassed.  “I don’t discriminate. I like lots of bodies.”

Kelsey took it in stride, laughing at the girl’s mortification, and pulled Mona back in for another kiss, “Yeah, yeah, I like lots of bodies too. Right now I’m just interested in getting to know yours.”

“Great, let’s do that,” Mona tucked her hands under Kelsey’s shirt. “By the way, I get a bit loud.”