"Damn!" Bianca growled in frustration as Giana ran down the hall, ignoring her calls.

She slammed the door behind her, diving into her bed. Her lips tingled from the kiss and she could still taste Giana on her lips. Pizza and oddly enough, grapes. She hadn't expected the flavour combination to be so intoxicating.

God, what had she been thinking, kissing someone like Giana. Women like her would never get in a relationship with someone like her. They wouldn't get into a relationship with a girl altogether.

Giana was the kind of girl to sit in her house with a cat and a good book, daydreaming about her boyfriend. Someone as beautiful as her was bound to have a boyfriend already.

She did spend a lot of time with the music professor; she had even seen them together after they had run into one another outside the cafeteria. Giana had even admitted to having filled her dorm with sketches of the man.

Her eyes landed on the sketch she had done on the first day of the semester, saddened by the details. It was the first time she had ever seen her look so alone but she couldn't resist capturing it on paper, wanting a record of every expression, every emotion possible that could possibly be made by Giana.

She hadn't missed the redness of her eyes or the puffiness that Giana had worked so hard to cover with make-up. Bianca could see all the signs, she'd been crying.

When Giana had approached her after class she had ran, fighting the urge to go back and take her into her arms and wash the sorrow she saw into the river Lethe.

Now, it was most likely that Giana would avoid her at all cost. She had to make it right and she had to do it now.

Bianca got up, grabbing her keys and heading outside, starting up her car and driving in the direction of Giana's place before she could talk herself out of it.

She had found out where Giana had lived by pure accident while going to a party with some of the other business students.

She parked a few houses down and began walking but as luck would have it rain began to fall. It started as small droplets at first but before Bianca could register the small drizzle changed into a full-blown washout, soaking her thoroughly before she broke into a dash for Giana's house seeing as it was closer than her car.

She released a sigh of relief when she reached the porch and rang the doorbell, water dripping from every part of her.

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The doorbell rang, sending Nelson into a flurry for the bedroom.

Giana put down her laptop and went to the door, wondering who would come to see her in such weather.

She opened the door and stopped short when she saw Bianca standing in her porch, dripping wet, smiling sheepishly.

"Guess the sky thought I should wash up before I saw you."

"Oh goodness, come in," Giana insisted, fetching a towel for the girl.

She accepted it, drying off quickly. "Nice wall mural. I almost thought you'd leave me out there."

"Why would I do that?"

"After what happened in my room..." Bianca trailed off and Giana felt her cheeks heat up.

"I am not that mean."

"I came over here to talk to you about that."

Giana felt her throat tighten. She didn't want to remember that. Just then her cell began ringing.

She picked it up, putting it down as soon as she glanced at the caller ID. It rang a few times before the voicemail cut in. A few moments later it began ringing again and she sighed in frustration.

"Aren't you gonna answer that? It seems important."

"It's my ex-girlfriend"

Bianca's eyes looked as though they were about to fall out of her head, her mouth gaping.

"Close your mouth. You're gonna catch flies."

"Come again?"

"I said to close your-"

"No before that," Bianca interrupted, still in shock.

Here she was worrying that she had corrupted poor innocent Giana and the woman already had a girlfriend...well an ex, which was even better. Professor Lace was available.

Giana stared at Bianca, concerned when the girl smiled suddenly, a soft chuckle meeting her ears.

"I don't see what you find funny."

"I came over here to apologize about the kiss, feeling guilty that I had scarred an innocent little girl when I'd been with a well-versed woman."

It was Giana's turn to laugh, but before she could even do so Bianca had stalked across the room to her and closed her arms around her.

"And it means I can do this." Her lips lowered over hers, stealing her senses. This kiss was different from the first, and there was no question who was in charge.

Bianca's kiss was so much more passionate, more demanding than anything that had possessed Giana and she moaned. Bianca took advantage of it, her tongue piercing into her mouth, dominating the kiss.

Giana's eyes fluttered closed and she was mesmerised by her other senses, the sour-sweet taste of Bianca's mint chapstick, the apple she had eaten earlier that made her taste fruity. A soft hint of some perfume was on Bianca's skin and Giana's mind clamoured to memorise everything about this moment.

Bianca's hand crawled beneath the hem of her sweater, tracing along the belly chain that rested against her skin, the thin piece of gold handing from her belly ring.

"Piercings. I like it."

She shivered as her fingers travelled higher up her torso, her touch etched into her nerves, an aftermath of shivers left in the wake of her touch.

Giana's eyes shot open when the front clasp of her bra became undone.

"Bianca-" she protested, trying to pull back.

"Shhh. Just feel," Bianca's fingers tenderly grasped her nipples which were already hard in her arousal and she cried out as she twisted the sensitive nub.

A groan of irritation met her ears and Bianca stepped back, picking up her phone. She hadn't even realised it was ringing.

"I'm sorry but Giana can't come to the phone right now, she's a bit...preoccupied," Bianca said as she answered the phone, her voice extremely suggestive and Giana's face heated profusely. She hadn't just told Cassandra that.

"Now that the pest has been dealt with..." Bianca turned back to her but Giana was already fixing her bra and pulling down her blouse.

"I think you should go."

"Giana, don't chase me away."

Giana didn't reply, instead turning away but she knew the woman was hiding her indecision.

"Bianca, please leave."

With a reluctant sigh she turned, stopping at the door.

"I've waited two years and I'll keep waiting should you change your mind." The door opened and closed and Giana wondered if she had made the right choice.

The phone rang once more and she answered.

"Hello?"

"Glad I finally reached you Giana; some strange person answered your phone. I thought it must be some student pulling a prank or something."

"No, she's my...." Who was Bianca to her? She definitely wasn't just a student, and she couldn't say that over the phone to Bianca.

"She's my girlfriend," she finally said, the words sour in her mouth.

"Oh." Cassandra sounded a bit surprised and disappointed. "Glad that you are getting on with life."

"Yea. I hope you are doing the same. I gotta go. I have a lot of work to do." She disconnected the call, wondering how she could have lied so easily. She wasn't a liar.

She slumped back into the chair and sighed. God, her lips were swollen from the kiss and a shiver crawled up her spine at the memory of Bianca's hands on her skin.

Even now she could feel the heat deep within her core begging for release and the wetness between her legs. She was in for a long evening.

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