Becky: wasn’t going to give in to Katie’s resentful stares and make eye contact, but she also wasn’t about to back down. Though she was still unsure as to why the other woman had shown up to her hotel room in the first place, she certainly wasn’t going to stand by and watch her glare at her with any reason why. Sure, maybe she had been a bit upfront and suffocating, but that was who Becky was; especially when she was infuriated with something. She was normally quite the vibrant person day to day, but when it came to something not going her way; well, that was a whole different story entirely. She could keep her temper for quite some time without breaking her composure at all because her way of dealing with problems was much more manipulative than what people would have assumed from her usual demeanour. However, that proved to be rather difficult when the woman in front of her was staring into her very soul with anger. Katie’s angry expression had never been one that Becky had enjoyed, and she was the only people who could actually intimidate her into backing down if she ever would do so. The only thing that was keeping her from shutting the door in Katie’s face was the hope that she may have come to talk about what retracting her book or something along those lines. Becky worked hard to get what she wanted and was a very determined person, and she knew that Katie was quite aware of the fact. Perhaps she was just looking like she wanted to kill Becky because she knew she had been worn down and lost the silent fight that they had been having with each other for quite some time. The reassurance of such accusations in her mind were pretty much lost when Becky finally made eye contact with the raven-haired girl. Right when their eyes met, it wasn’t long before a sarcastic movement of Katie’s eyes were made, and a scoff of disdain left Becky’s lips. She would’ve retaliated immediately but the water in the bathroom was currently being wasted and she didn’t want to let it run for much longer in fear that the hotel might bill her for it. Taking the top of her towel in her hand, she lifted it up to make it sturdier around her body and reached for the door handle to go and close it. Her action was disrupted as soon as Katie’s malignant words spit out of her mouth. The surprise from hearing her voice halted Becky in closing the door, but instead she let go of the handle and crossed her arms, almost mirroring Katie’s posture. Throughout their reconnection, although that wasn’t exactly the right word to describe their dynamic, Becky had usually been the one spurring out anything that could possibly get the other woman to stop writing about the pair. While Katie had thrown in her fair share of insults, she hadn’t seen the venom and the frustration that was usually just hidden behind the expression on her face as Becky went on about various reasons why she shouldn’t be doing what she was doing. She couldn’t say she wasn’t surprised by Katie’s words to go home, but at the same time they took her slightly aback, if only because she had assumed that Katie hadn’t cared at all. While in previous years she would have retorted or ended up in bed with the woman after a fight such as this one, Becky stood her ground as Katie continued to shoot out various hostile words. She wanted to close the door in her face, but that would mean that she would have won. While Katie had been the one person that she would do anything for even if it contrasted with her own control complex, that was in college when she was looking for anything that would differentiate her from her childhood full of sheltered and protective parents and beliefs. Katie was the enigma of everything she had wanted be in college; she had always been inevitable to Becky, if only because when she was with her in college, nothing else mattered except doing everything that she had never done with her. Katie was the escape from her privileged life and her way into one that was much more adventurous and carefree than she had ever known. The woman may have driven her crazy, but she also balanced her out in ways that she would probably never even begin to figure out herself. This was why although she would never voice it, Katie’s words did hurt. While her expression was usually graced with cheery smiles, in the current situation that normality was replaced with one that was of disbelief and frustration. Katie wasn’t going to get rid of her novel, she was just telling Becky to leave. While she wanted nothing more than to go back home and back to her husband, there was a hold that was keeping her in New York; a magnet that wouldn’t seem to let her pull away. As Katie continued, she didn’t say anything but simply kept her arms crossed and her expression steady. It was only when her full name was said that her expression slightly faltered, and her arms fell to either side of her. She wouldn’t normally give Katie such a rise, but Becky knew that Katie was aware of how much she loathed when people called her that, and that she was only doing to it make her angry in the first place. Shaking her head, she continued to say nothing. Becky always had something to say, but she was currently frozen in place and she wasn’t entirely sure why that was. Shifting her eyes, she noticed people walking down the hallway and so she hid behind the doorway just a little bit more. The last thing she needed was for people to find out that she was one of the main characters of Katie’s book and spread it around; that conversation was definitely not one she wanted to have with Rob or her parents. “Not until you--“she started to negotiate in a soft but aggressive whisper to keep the stares at bay. Her words her hastily interrupted when the other woman pushed her way into the room, and Becky stepped back; not to let her through, but simply because she didn’t want her towel to fall and it was something that she hadn’t expected from Katie. “What are you doing?” She asked absentmindedly, disoriented from her old flame standing in her hotel room. Her words came out in more confusion than she had anticipated, but she wasn’t about to retract them. Gulping, she turned around and took the free moment from Katie’s gaze to not only close the door, but also to find her bearings. “How about we talk about this rationa-“she started again before she was cut off. Though she had been nothing but rational ever since first reading Katie’s article in the newspaper, she had been living in such a high standard of living for so many years now that she had gone back to her ways of trying to be as cordial as she possibly could; though it would evidently be a lot more difficult with Katie. Becky didn’t appreciate being interrupted, and her expression turned back to one of irritation as soon as she was. Her nose crinkling as soon as Katie expressed demands once again, the tall blonde let out a small laugh; not trying to ease the tension that was so very evident, but to mock the words that Katie had just said. “What, you want me to walk out now while I have no clothes on?” She pondered, trying to look back at the other pair of blue eyes but failing as Katie’s orbs were a little too fixated on the bland carpet. “I think I’ll stick around for a while. I’m enjoying meeting such interesting people,” she continued, offering up a bright but fairly sarcastic smile as she tilted her head slightly. “Is that all?” she asked as she continued to stand her ground, but she cleared her throat as Katie stepped towards her and looked back up to her. She hadn’t actually locked gazes with her for so long that the other pair of blue eyes were unfamiliar, almost haunting even; yet she still could never fully forget them. Almost as if they were having a never-ending staring contest, Becky waited for her to answer the question, but it didn’t happen. The atmosphere of the room was one that was filled with resentment and yet, she couldn’t look away. Her gaze only fell when a hand grabbed her towel and pulled it off, and she immediately gasped out of disbelief that Katie had really just done that. The surprised expression only lasted a mere moment, however, and it was quickly replaced with one of anger once again. She didn’t even grab the towel back from Katie, but just stood there with an expression on her own face that was usually foreign to her. “Really? Are you really that immature?” She spat out, her gaze only meeting Katie’s again for a couple of seconds. While she should have been mortified at the thought of Katie seeing her exposed, she felt nowhere close to that because of how many times she had seen it before; it was nothing new. Because of this, she simply turned around and started heading towards the bathroom where it was probably fairly steamy from the length of time that the water had been running. “Fine, you can stand there in bitterness while I go take my shower. I’d rather not waste the hotel’s warm water,” she noted, running her hands through her long blonde locks as she headed back over to the bathroom door. Remembering about the fact that she had nothing over-top her, she turned back around and grabbed the towel from Katie’s hand. “And I’ll take that, thank you,” she sneered, taking the towel and draping it over her arm as she turned back around towards the direction of the bathroom.
Katie: wanted to leave, it would be better for the two of them if she had. A millions of reasons surrounded them in favor her simply making her exit. A loss of anger could be forgotten on cue. Katie could simply chalk it up to old habits. That's exactly what she and Becky were to one another now. Regardless of the extent of her feelings, they were tired mishaps. She wanted to think a part of herself cared about Becky in the present. Her adoration had always been at greatest esteem when concerning her. It was the sole reason that none of her later relationships worked out. Most of her time had been spent picking apart every minute detail. The raven-haired woman would find any and every reason why the girls weren't to her liking. “It's not you, it's me,” had been a phrase she'd used more often than not. While the truth remained in it every time, it was beyond cliché. The very word was one that Katie despised. Everything about her could identified by the six letters. Most women her age were engaged at the very least healthy relationships. The impending possibility of weddings were hanging in the horizon for them; yet, she had no prospects. Aside from one relationship, she hadn't been able to maintain anything longer than a few months. There was one woman, she reminded Katie of Becky in more ways than she'd have liked to admit. The same temperamental state was one they were constantly in, teetering between being grounded while losing all control. To anyone that didn't know the women they'd appear completely well-kept. Everything about them was in tiptop shape; however, Katie was excessively aware of her ability to push the balance. Watching the two lose their control was something she thrived on, it ultimately made bedroom encounters more intense. In the end, they both left her. Having found someone ideally like Becky hadn't worked for her in the end. She was still alone and lost. Never would she admit that. If others thought she was comfortable in herself, than she'd show them it. She'd learned the tricks of the chameleon, but none other than the woman before had ever fully known the real her. Undoubtedly, if the wide-eyed girl couldn't stick by her, no one could. Corrupting Becky had always been something in which she relished. The girl hadn't known what had hit her, but after the fact she'd grown to genuinely care about her; however, she cared more about everything else in the end. The partying wasn't something she could throw away. Don't even mention the drugs, they were what kept her going. Had she been a dreamer, much like the girl she'd first fallen in love with was, she'd have easily found refuge in their love. A feeling as strong as she'd possessed had the power to fix any and every problem. That's how the stories go, but Katie knew that wasn't the case. If she couldn't do things for herself, no love or person could. All her life she'd spent blaming Becky for leaving her. In reality a thank you would have sufficed. Their breakup would have been a wake up call to many. Instead it was a crutch for her. All her ailing relationships were blamed on it. Everything had been the fault of Becky. It was simply how it went. Maybe it was something she'd put too much stock in and pushed others away. She didn't know but the catalyst for her every breakup had mentally never been her own. She was internally knocked off her game by the familiarity of their circumstance. Many arguments had been had between them. Tantrums had been thrown in their younger days. All the while they'd always kept their grounding. Becky was the only person that could hold her own to Katie. Most simply fell to the wayside in fear. She never fully understood why, because she never came off as a scary individual. That'd never seemed to faze the other woman, at least she'd thought as much. In all sense of truth, she was the one that was often scared. Of what, she never actually knew. Possibly she was terrified of pushing her too far. A shove in the wrong direction left them at their end. All of her precautions were done so in vain. The result had always been the same. That was them standing toe to toe. They were so close yet so far. While they they were of physical proximity they were a million miles apart. She was still alone, and Becky had built a life that she'd been dead-set on destroying. Now, she was simply trying to keep herself afloat by any means necessary. On the bright-side, she'd delved deep into her writing. Hours un-end were spent at tapping on the keys of her keyboard. Backspace had been a word she'd known too well; although, it wasn't one of any use in her real-life. It was only in recreating and editing her past. Becky had been right once before. She'd called her out for being obsessed with her. In part that may held some truth. It was more or less the happy moments that she strove to get back. The moments that were had before everything else. No drugs were in their systems. The outside world didn't exist. It was those times she wanted to relive again on loop. In those seconds, she was genuinely happy, and that's what she wanted. Ultimately it was all associated with Becky, but she just wanted happiness. A book was something she'd always wanted for herself. Writing was a background hobby of her own. Growing up it had been everything, but the moment college happened it lost all precedence in her life. Why she'd thought it was wise to uncover the married woman, she couldn't answer. It wasn't a matter of her own maturity of lack of, she couldn't stop herself. It was like in a moment they were yet again college students. The banter that had lead them to engage in sensual activities had clouded her judgment. Much like every other moment in her life, she wasn't caught in the present. Even as Becky berated her she was still somewhere between. Nothing that resembled rationality had been present in her actions. That was a given considering she'd arrived before at the woman's hotel room. Her maturity may have been lost as well. “Oh, I've seen it all before anyway,” she quipped, though she still didn't chance a glance at her. She didn't trust herself to look. She almost felt like an adolescent boy who was torn between venturing on and back pedaling. When Becky took the towel from her, she couldn't help an involuntarily chuckle. The euphoria of it all amused her more than she'd thought possible, but it was her own actions that were the most intriguing. She'd managed to hold a certain respect for her even though she'd removed the towel. It wasn't until she'd was making a clearing that couldn't hold out any longer. Watching the blonde walk away, she finally took a chance to take in everything that she'd been avoiding. Swallowing hard, she tried to ignore just how beautiful she was. More to the point, it was impossible to not reminiscent about the many times she'd kissed every inch of the pale skin. Not even a smidgen of the surface had been left untouched. Once they were done, once more they had began again. It was an endless cycle with them, but that was the past. Now she was with another, a man named Rob. His name alone screamed of the mediocre that surrounded them. She wasn't egotistical enough to think that she was the best at what she did. Nevertheless, she knew that she had to be better than a man with such a simple name in a far simpler suburban life. Shaking her head, she tried to bury her thoughts. The last thing she needed was to fixate on that part of their lives. “Look, just get out of here before tomorrow. I would love to finish my weekend in peace. Is that too much to ask for?” Her voice was calm, giving nothing away. Not even a curse was needed to convey her point, she'd already began calming herself. “ I don't want to see again.” The lie was obvious to anyone other herself. Immediately she turned on her heels. The bland carpet was no longer enough to appease her. She couldn't concentrate on anything other than the backside of her ex-girlfriend. In dire of need of a break, she exited the room. She hadn't even concerned herself with closing the door properly. Clearing her head was much more of an issue for her. Her back pressed to the wall while she mentally berated herself. Mostly, she just felt a flourish of unadulterated anger. It all soared through her veins on account of the woman that undoubtedly was found under the shower head by now. She'd already disrupted her once before, but she couldn't contain her frustrations. How dare Becky try to pay her off or anything else. It was completely disrespectful. She didn't need or want her moment. Ends were met easily on her behalf. The insults were wearing thin before she threw caution to the wind. Preparing to bang on the door once more, she made her way back to her room. Luckily, she'd left the door cracked. For a second it dawned on her of the fright she could put Becky through. Even she didn't deserve that, but she didn't stop. Purposely she slammed the door loudly, letting her presence be known. “You're not just going to get rid of me that easily,” she shouted off the hum of the water. Pulling the curtain back, she immediately wished she'd decided otherwise despite the sight she found. The water perfectly cascading off the woman's body. The sputter of water hit her face and instantly began soaking her clothes. Slamming her against the cold tiles, she became overwhelming drenched. A better plan of action should have been made as she made her way into the shower. On spot she could have easily slapped her. She wanted to. Perhaps she should have been concerned with the abundantly warm water causing her clothes to slack. Right off the bat they began sticking to her body, but she didn't care. All of her focus was on the other woman. Every moment of heartache was rearing it's head with every contradiction of happiness. Each had been bestowed upon her by none other than the exposed blonde. Everything in her life had come down to her and this was the time she could give her even a faint piece of what she'd felt. “I fucking hate you,” she groaned, still having her pinned against the cold ceramics. One hand found her hip, settling on it just as she'd always done in the past. The other roughly rested on her shoulder, keeping her in place. “Everything about you.” Another complete lie so fluidly slipped from her. Though, the second she said it, she knew she didn't mean it. Unlike the other untruths she'd made herself believe, this was one that wasn't as easily done. It was impossible when she knowingly hated herself more than any and everything. Eying her sternly, she grabbed her face forcefully. Making Becky have no other choice than to see every emotion that she brought about from her. Hate, love, and anything in between radiated from her own eyes. Prominently hate made its presence known, but it was soon replaced with need. The need she'd tried to hard to bury, the same one that only she could have quenched with the other. “Fuck it,” she muttered before catching the air between them. Her lips crashed to Becky's angrily, remaining perfectly still until she felt any hint of aggression disappear. In its place nothing other than a deep desire she'd long since felt formed.
