A good friend doesn’t fear to bath with you

“Well congratulations,” Becca murmured under her breath looking away from Selina again before glancing back over at her through her eyelashes. “You’re …” Becca began before pausing and shaking her head, a reluctant smile coming to her face. “You’re inhumanly good looking.”

 

Selina smiled widely at that, her eyes dancing with pleasure. People told her she was good looking all the time and she often felt unwanted stares roving over her body on the streets of New York, but she never really thought of it as anything more than a polite thing people sometimes said or an annoyance when she went shopping.

 

However, sitting across from Becca as she brunette eyed furtively as an unconscious little smile curved her lips, Selina felt beautiful.

 

“Can I see you?” Selina asked impulsively a second later, her tone soft despite the rashness with which the words were spoken.

 

“Don’t you think we’ve had enough show and … show, for one afternoon?” Becca asked finally drawing her eyes away from Selina to stare over the edge of the bathtub.

 

“Please,” Selina said softly, her fingers moving under the surface of the water to touch Becca’s ankle, the brunette’s foot jumping slightly at the touch before she settled down again.

 

“Why?” Becca asked a whine clearly present in her tone as she looked back over at Selina.

 

She wasn’t as tall as the blonde, or as tanned or as lean or as perfect. Selina got to look at her flawless body everyday and Becca knew that hers would pale in comparison to it. Sometimes the bravest thing a person could do was admit defeat, and while she knew she was good looking she was not Selina, and she could admit that.

 

“Because I …” Selina began, pausing a second later as she stared over at Becca silently. She didn’t really know why it was important to her, only that it was. “I just,” she went on struggling to find some way to explain it to Becca. “Honestly, I don’t even know why,” Selina continued sighing softly. “I just need to see you. All of you,” she added a second later, her voice barely a whisper.

 

“If your checking to see if I got any secret tattoos while you were away, you’re going to be sorely disappointed,” Becca replied struggling for nonchalance as she braced her hands on the edge of the tub and pushed up, unfolding herself a moment later so that she was standing in front of Selina, water droplets and bubbles trailing down her nude body.

 

Selina’s lips parted and she breathed in deeply.

 

“That hideous, huh?” Becca asked dropping her head angling it away from Selina, her body jerking slightly to begin the descent back into the tub.

 

Faster than she was aware she was capable of moving, Selina darted forward in the tub so that she was kneeling in front of Becca, her hand moving to the brunette’s hip halting her progress.

 

“You’re not hideous,” Selina said looking up the length of Becca’s body. “You’re beautiful,” she continued, her thumb stroking over Becca’s hipbone. “I wish,” she went on shaking her head slightly. “I wish I had another word to use, that I was like a poet or something so that I could lay my feelings out in front of you as words. But I’m not a poet, and the only word I have is beautiful, so beautiful.”

 

Becca was silent after Selina finished speaking, but she brought her hand up to Selina’s face and gently brushed some stray strands of blonde hair behind the other girl’s ear as she looked down at her.

 

“What are we doing?” Becca asked softly.

 

The way Selina was looking at her scared and excited her. It was the way she had used to wish Edward would look at her. The blonde’s cobalt eyes were full of longing and desire, and the hand she had against Becca’s hip was shaking slightly.

 

“I don’t,” Selina began her words trailing off a few seconds later. “I think I know,” she continued a moment later.

 

And then Selina was leaning forward, her lips pressing against Becca’s stomach tenderly before she wrapped her arms around the brunette’s body and pressed her face into Becca’s stomach, hugging her close.

 

Becca’s heart began to hammer even harder as Selina’s snuggled her face against her stomach, her own hands still running slightly through Selina’s flaxen hair as she felt herself begin to shiver, suddenly overwhelmed with feeling.

 

“S,” Becca said softly, so softly she wasn’t sure whether or not she could be heard. “I have to sit,” she continued in a similarly shaken tone. “I don’t think I can stand, my legs are shaking, I …” she went on trailing off as Selina pulled back from her body a bit.

 

“Turn around,” Selina said softly, leaving enough space between them so that Becca could move.

 

“W-why?” Becca asked still shaky as she looked down at Selina.

 

“I wanted to … I mean, I thought that maybe it would be okay if you … you know, like leaned back against me so that I could … hold you,” Selina replied her lips twitching uncertainly as anxious blue eyes watched Becca closely.

 

Becca stared down at Selina. Forty-five minutes before she had been happily singing Rihanna alone in her bathroom and now she was naked with Selina in a tub far too small for the two of them considering slipping back into the water so that her best friend could spoon her naked from behind.

 

Slowly Becca turned around, and then once her back was facing Selina lowered herself back into the water, a slight exhalation of air escaping from her when Selina wrapped her arms around her from behind and she felt the blonde’s breasts press against her back.

 

“This is weird isn’t it?” Selina asked minutes later, breaking the silence they had descended into after Becca relaxed into her embrace.

 

“Yeah, I think so,” Becca replied as Selina rested her head against the side of hers. She could feel Selina’s warm breath on her cheek and neck and it made her tingle.

 

“I like it though,” Selina admitted softly, hugging Becca a little more tightly as she spoke.

 

Becca smiled at that and angled her head back a little bit so that she could see some of Selina. “Me too,” she replied quietly before turning around to face forward again.

 

“Your skins so soft,” Selina murmured a moment later, her fingers running over Becca’s stomach, before skimming over her hip and the tops of her thighs.

 

“You know I follow a very strict moisturizing routine,” Becca replied, her voice hitching for a second as one of Selina’s nails scrapped along her hip bone.

 

“I know, I know,” Selina responded smiling. Becca couldn’t see the smile, but she could hear it in Selina’s voice, and she thought that she could feel the movement against her cheek where Selina’s head was still pressed to hers.

 

“We didn’t have plans today,” Becca said quietly, her fingers swirling around in the water.

 

“No, we didn’t,” Selina confirmed breathing in deeply. Becca could feel the movement of Selina’s chest against her back.

 

“Why did you come by?” Becca asked shivering slightly. The water had gotten colder, but with Selina behind her she wasn’t cold.

 

“I missed you,” Selina said simply, her fingers stilling against Becca. “Things are dull without you,” she continued thoughtfully, her hands still against Becca’s skin. “I don’t mean boring, well yeah everything’s more boring without you, but everything seems literally duller. More gray and indistinct, you know. But with you everything’s so … vibrant. I guess I needed a bit of colour today.”

 

Becca shifted in Selina’s arms after the blonde finished speaking, her body twisting in a way that wasn’t entirely pleasant, but she needed to see Selina’s face.

 

“Really?” Becca asked her eyes trained on Selina.

 

Selina nodded, then softly, her voice no more than a whisper, she added, “yeah.”

 

Becca’s eyes closed at that, her chest rising and fell rapidly as tears began to escape from the corners of her eyes, perfectly formed teardrops trailing down her milky cheeks.

 

“B,” Selina said softly, her fingers lifting from the water to trail over Becca’s cheeks, washing away her tears, her voice full of concern.

 

“Nobody loves me like you do,” Becca said her tone pained and awed as she forced her eyes open to look at Selina. “Sometimes I feel so …” she shook her head, unable to think of words to describe how plain, and ordinary, and unwanted she felt sometimes. “But when you’re around it all disappears and I feel … I don’t know, special.”

 

“You are special,” Selina whispered fiercely pressing her forehead to Becca’s. “You know I love you, right?” Selina continued, her hand cupping Becca’s face. “You’re my Becca-bear.”

 

Becca smiled at that, a choked sound escaping from her throat as she stared up at the blonde.

 

“Kiss me?” Becca asked her voice raspy as she stared up at Selina, a vulnerability showing in her watery eyes that Selina knew Becca only let out around her.

 

Without a moment’s hesitation Selina dipped her head down, her lips brushing against Becca’s, the touch feather light. Becca sighed and shivered at the contact, her hand moving to clutch as Selina’s shoulder as the blonde continued to kiss her, the press of Selina’s lips becoming firmer and more confident as Becca pressed herself against the blonde.

 

Becca’s eyes were closed when Selina pulled back from her lips and the blonde ran her thumb lightly over the brunette’s eyelids as her eyes roamed over Becca’s perfect face trying to memorize exactly what the brunette looked like at that moment.

 

“Let’s get out of the tub,” Selina said softly, her voice rough as Becca’s eyes fluttered open.

 

Becca smiled, her chocolate eyes shining with happiness as she nodded and reached for Selina’s hand.

 

—

 

Selina pressed her lips against Becca’s shoulder and moved her hand to cover the brunette’s breast, palming the soft mound as her tongue ran across Becca’s smooth skin.

 

After they had gotten out of the tub, Becca had wrapped herself in her robe and she had wrapped herself in her towel, both of which were abandoned as soon as they made it into Becca’s room and locked the door. Becca had then led the way over to the bed and laid down under the blanket and Selina had followed joining her under the sheet seconds later.

 

They had stayed covered up like that facing each other for a few moments, just breathing and smiling self-consciously until Selina couldn’t take it any more and leaned forward to kiss Becca’s neck, her hand moving to rest on the brunette’s hip.

 

“Is this okay?” Selina asked as Becca gasped, her hand moving up to cover the one Selina had on her breast.

 

“Yeah,” Becca breathed out softly. “Don’t stop.”

 

Selina smiled against Becca’s shoulder before trailing her lips towards Becca’s neck again as her hand began to massage the brunette’s breast gently, squeezing Becca’s nipple as she palmed the soft flesh.

 

“Lips,” Becca gasped long moments later as Selina continued to play with her breast, her nipple now rock hard underneath the blonde’s hand.

 

Selina flowed upwards, pressing Becca down onto the mattress a bit more and then pressed her lips to the brunette’s, parting her mouth a moment later to allow Becca’s tongue to enter her mouth and deepen the kiss as Becca’s hand lifted to tangle in her golden locks.

 

Selina had no idea how long they kissed for as she stroked Becca’s breast and Becca grasped and clawed and caressed her skin. She just knew it had been a long time and that she wanted it to last for much longer.

 

“God,” Becca gasped yanked her lips away from Selina’s, her head dropping onto her pillow as she panted, gasping for breath, her chest heaving into Selina’s eager hands.

 

Selina stared down at Becca, her mind hot and hazy, her eyes roving over Becca’s lips and neck and then finally down to her breasts where her plump pink nipples were standing erect begging for …

 

Selina moaned as her lips closed around Becca’s nipple, a grunt escaping from her a second later as Becca bucked powerfully into her body, the force of the spasm momentarily winding Selina. It didn’t force her to release Becca’s nipple however, and as Becca’s hands tangled in her hair once more, a series of gasps and moans and curses falling from the brunette’s lips Selina continued to suck on Becca’s puckered, pink nub greedily, never wanting to let it go.

 

“Selina,” Becca gasped her thighs squeezing together, her ankles crossing as she pushed her hips up in the air, her inner muscles clenching as she turned herself into the warm body covering the left side. “Selina,” she gasped again as she had been doing over and over for just as long as she had been squeezing her thighs together and arching into the air. “Selina.”