STELLA / @glorysoaked !
a brow raises as a soft chuckle escapes her lips. stella is something else entirely. a woman who embodies power, who exuberates an intense sense of SUPERIORITY ... somebody that alex admires entirely. the blonde piques her interest ten - fold & whilst, yes, stella gibson INTIMIDATES her slightly, but she also excites her in ways that no other woman ever had before. this was an experience alex was completely new to. never would she have labelled herself as a bi - sexual woman. never had she thought about it, not until now. ❛ glad to see you’re sensible, stella. i’m not the best baby - sitter in the world. especially not for the inebriated. ❜ of course, her words are a joke, told by the smirk that settles upon her pale lips. it feels good to just unwind ... away from work, away from the intensity of GENE HUNT.
as stella rises from her seat, alex watches. in fact, her gaze never leaves the form of the deity that stands above her. fuck, stella is beautiful. a rare beauty, alex believes --- an aura of radiance surrounding her. she has to catch herself, closing her mouth once realising lips were slightly agape, lifting a lithe hand to brush through brunette curls. ❛ room one oh seven. ❜ she repeats the other’s words, making a mental note of the room number.
ONE OH SEVEN. god, does she wonder what events lie behind the door for her. she’s curious and a little anxious but only because she’s never been with a woman before. stella makes her nervous.
alex quite obviously watches her as she leaves. hues rest on the woman’s arse, watching the way it sways before scanning upwards.
once the woman is out of sight, alex downs the last of her own drink. liquid courage, perhaps. an aim to boost her confidence burning down her throat. and soon she rises, grabbing her own jacket and throwing it over her shoulders before leaving the bar herself. & she heads towards the elevator, pressing the button for the first floor.
once the elevator stops and opens, healed shoes carry her towards the door labelled 107, hand balling up into a fist before placing a couple of gentle knocks upon the wood.
CONTINUED FROM HERE.










