The bar was bustling with people dancing to the beat of the music. The dim lighting created a sultry atmosphere, with the sound of glasses clinking and laughter filling the air. The DJ played a mix of old and new tunes, keeping the crowd energized and moving. Bodies swayed together in a rhythmic dance, drinks on hand, as patrons flirted and mingled. It was a perfect scene of carefree fun, where inhibitions were left at the door and everyone let loose. Who would have thought she would be there with someone she so idolized in the showbiz industry? For fuck’s sake, she memorized the Gone Girl monologue! And truth was, she only entertained the one on Tinder because she used Marla Grayson as her username. It was such a childlish act, but here she was, finally, with the real Rosamund Pike inside a bar.
“Your phone keeps on vibrating.” Damn. Her voice was just so sultry rich and Sandra would use it as a ringtone if she would let her.
Damn this fucking Marla Grayson, the brunette thought as she turned her phone off. The Marla Grayson on Tinder had been messaging her countlessly and although she felt guilty for ditching her, she could explain later or next time and then make up for it because this – meeting Rosamund Pike – couldn’t be something she could just slip away.
“Yeah. Just some notifs.”
Rosamund eyed her for a moment before she woman tilted her head sexily, “So what do you drink?” She leaned onto the counter just across the bartender as she gave her a tiny smile, “Dirty martini?Whiskey? Vodka?” And there, her smile grew even bigger, as if spilling her a challenge.
Good heavens, fuck me, Sandra thought. “Martini. With three olives.”
“Three olives huh?” She then motioned at the bartender, “Martini with three olives for this…” She went back to look at Sandra and if it was some ordinary stranger, the brunette would feel offended because she was looking at her like she was some kind of a prostitute that she just grabbed from a dark alley, but she didn’t, “…for this beautiful and sexy brunette.” Right there, she felt so turned on, “A glass of vodka for me.” She then shifted her seat just so she could look at the brunette straightly, “So what do you do?”
“I’m a doctor.”
“Woah. A doctor? Like in a hospital?”
“Yes.”
“That’s my childhood dream!” She exclaimed, the excitement had suddenly filled her cerulean eyes; she had the same eyes with Cate, she figured, “Goodness! Hi, doctor!”
“Well, hello you actress.”
“Wait up.” Rosamund laughed as the realization hit her, “Your night’s just about to start and goody me told you I’ll accompany you here because you don’t know where the bar is. I didn’t ask you if you’re meeting someone or…” She bit her lower lip apologetically before laughing, “Are you meeting someone because I can take my exit now.”
“No!” And it was a lie, “Actually not meeting someone. So if you won’t mind, you can extend your night here…” The brunette gave Rosamund a smile, “…here with me.”
“I’d like that.”
“Oh, do you?”
“I do.”
“Okay. But first off, I didn’t actually introduce myself.”
Rosamund elicited a laugh, eventually throwing her head back, “I totally forgot! That was so rude of me. Goodness I did not intro –”
“Why would you introduce yourself? You’re famous!”
“No!” Rosamund got off from her chair and stood in front of the brunette, “Hi, I’m Rosamund Mary Elizabeth Pike. Much known as Rosamund Pike and you are?” She extended her hand for a handshake, her lips curled into a smile and somewhere beneath the depth of her smile, Sandra felt like all the monstrosity of her heart’s battlefield had been erased.
“Hello.” Sandra took her hand firmly yet softly and shook it, “Hello, Rosamund. I am Sandra. Sandra Annette Bullock.”
And just when Sandra thought she was running out of all her goodbyes, there came first first hi-hello.
—–
Under the bluish morning skies, the yearning inside her had slept like a little baby. The past years, months and days, it had grew inside her so strong – primal and wild, like some animals in a deep forest, like blood and teeth. But right there, buried on the satin-wrapped bed, her yearning somehow kissed the silence.
“Don’t stare at me that way.”
Sandra chuckled. She had been awake for an hour, and although she knew she had work to do, she just laid there and stared at the sleeping blonde beside her. There was comfort and peace in the way the blonde slept; beneath the air escaping through her partly-opened lips was contentment. The brunette did not feel like she was with a stranger and right there, she somehow wished she could lay there with her forever.
“You haven’t even opened your eyes.”
“I can feel it when someone’s looking at me that way.”
“What way?”
Rosamund yawned before eventually opening her eyes, “Like you want to just stay in this bed, ditch your hospital work, and kiss me.” She then smiled as her eyes met the mahogany ones that had been staring at her for God knew how long.
Instead of an answer, Sandra smiled before shifting her gaze up to the ceiling. Her head was pounding, and she felt hot, as her if insides were bathing in lava, but it kinda felt good. She felt alive and new, as if all the baggage in her diminished into some forgotten grave.
“Stop smiling. You’re making my day already.” Rosamund complained before burying her face against the pillow and it made Sandra laugh.
“You’re such a flirt.”
“Is that a compliment?” Rosamund abruptly got up and sat on the bed, “Or is that a derogatory comment?” She added, giggling.
“A compliment.”
There was a pause. As if Rosamund was taking in the moment. She then smiled at the brunette on the bed, and for the first time, Sandra felt like she wasn’t alone. It felt like she had actually made a sanctuary in her for years, as if she was home.
“You stay here and I’ll cook your breakfast.”
Sandra laughed at her, “For a woman who didn’t fuck me last night, you’re such a gentlewoman.”
“Why would I fuck you?” Rosamund got up, “I didn’t know you’re into girls.” She countered, winking at the brunette on the bed.
“I remember I cried to you about some blonde.”
“Kidding and yes, you sure did.” She walked towards the big window and opened the drapes, welcoming the big sunny rays, “And look, last night, you were lost, but I’m here now and I’m gonna make sure you won’t be anymore.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Rosamund walked back towards the bed and sat in front of the brunette, “That means I like you.”
“We just met last night.”
“Isn’t that how the greatest love stories of all time start? It starts with two people meeting.”
“I puked last night. You’ve seen my messy side on our first night together. Aren’t you turned off? Oh my goodness, what the fuck did I do? Can’t remember now.”
“Well…” The blonde bit her lower lip before she grinned, “You got drunk on your 4th glass. You cried over some blonde chick. You asked me to dance with you and then at around 2 AM, you sat me on the dance floor and then in your drunkest state, gave me lessons on how to perform surgery.”
“Fuck.” Sandra’s face turned into a cranberry red that she slapped a pillow against Rosamund’s face, “I’m still frustrated you didn’t fuck me though.”
“And then what? You’re gonna end up as my one night stand? No way.” Rosamund held her hand and pressed it gently, “I had so much fun with you last night. Dancing and drinking and talking to you made me feel so alive and I don’t want it to stop. So, I am asking you to please spend your nights with me.”
“I told you last night, I’ve been hurt. Very, very badly.”
Rosamund kissed her hand, “There’s no rush. We have all the time in the world. All I am saying is that, after hanging out with you last night, I want you to know that I am interested in you and that I like you.”
“Okay.”
Rosamund raised her brow at her, “Just okay?”
“What do you want me to say to you? I love you?” Sandra countered which made the blonde smile.
“Fair enough. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to cook breakfast for the beautiful doctor in my bed.” She spoke before walking back towards the door.
“Are you trying to impress me?”
Rosamund stopped by the door, her sleepwear had riden up her thigh, almost exposing her butt, “I am courting you.”
“I didn’t agree with you courting me though.” Sandra laughed, her heart was bursting like fireworks because what the fuck? That’s Rosamund Pike!
“I don’t need you agreeing to it. I’m gonna court you whether you like it or not, doctor.”
***
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