Page 6 of Hearts Clash

EmergencyKisses: You sound sexy as hell. I wish I knew what you looked like, I bet you’re stunning.

A pause. The three dots in the chat bubble indicated that DrHeart was responding, but then they disappeared. Maybe she was editing and revising her message to perfection before sending it. Another minute passed, and then another. After a small eternity, the much-anticipated reply finally appeared on the screen.

DrHeart: Haha. You, too.

Ugh. Seriously? Gianna rolled her eyes. The most frustrating part was the way she felt her face flush. There was something oddly adorable about the other woman’s shyness and insecurity, even if it was supremely irritating that she couldn’t seem to string two words together. Determined not to give up, Gianna typed out another suggestive reply and hit send.

EmergencyKisses: Have you ever slept with another woman before? I could show you some things if you haven’t, maybe put that passion you’re longing for to good use.

She watched the screen eagerly, a tiny thrill going through her as the three dots flickered in and out. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, and she found herself shifting position a little. The air in the apartment was warm enough, but she felt hot all over. With each passing second, the anticipation grew. She had missed this, she realized, the thrill of getting to know someone new, the fluttering in your chest as you tried to work out whether they wanted you as much as you wanted them.

DrHeart: No, I haven’t, actually. I’ve thought about it a lot, though...

A wide grin spread across Gianna’s lips. This was more like it.

EmergencyKisses: Oh yeah? What have you been thinking?

EmergencyKisses: Because I’ll be happy to give you some pointers ;)

DrHeart: Wow... uhm... I don’t know, haha, I’m so awkward about this stuff. Why don’t you tell me what you like instead?

Gianna rolled her eyes fondly. That was kind of adorable. She, for one, had never been shy, and immediately dove right in. Typing quickly, she paused to lick her lips as she hit the send button.

EmergencyKisses: Ooh, I like a lot of things. I like starting slow, exploring a woman’s body with my tongue, listening for the little gasps she makes when I find that spot that drives her crazy.

EmergencyKisses: There’s something so hot about seeing someone who’s normally controlled and rational lose control like that. It’s the sexiest thing when a woman stops acting prim and proper and lets loose with you.

As she typed with one hand, she reached down to slide her other hand down her stomach until it reached the hem of her dress. Slipping beneath the fabric, her fingers slowly trailed over her toned thighs and hips before gliding under the waistband of her underwear. Her eyes flicked from screen to keyboard and back as she tried to type out coherent messages.

EmergencyKisses: Does that sound good? You just relax, and I’ll show you how sexy it can feel to let go.

DrHeart: Wow. Okay.

DrHeart: That sounds amazing. Please keep going...

Gianna obliged, typing out message after message of increasingly graphic sexual content as she touched herself. Her fingers worked rapidly against her clit, making her breath come in heavy pants. Her mind ran away with fantasies about what her anonymous pen pal might look like. Taller than her, maybe. Skinnier, probably. Pale skin, fiery red hair... The image of a certain beautiful, infuriating coworker flashed through her head.

She moaned against the cushion as another message from DrHeart appeared on-screen. Her online friend seemed to finally be loosening up and getting into it now, which made the whole thing so much hotter. A pleasant shiver ran down her spine as her expert fingers rubbed just the right spots.

DrHeart: I’ve always been curious about what it would be like to have another woman eat me out. I imagine it would be… intense.

Oh, I’ll show you intense, Gianna thought to herself, panting heavily as she continued to rub circles on her clit. She was getting close now, the tightening sensation building in her gut. God, she wanted nothing more than to sink her face between her mysterious pen pal’s legs and show her exactly what she had been missing. Her toes curled and uncurled rapidly, the tension rising with each moment that passed.

Just as her orgasm washed over her in a wave of relief and pleasure, her eyes glanced at the last message that appeared on the screen. When she recovered a minute or so later and her breathing returned to normal, she closed her laptop with a chuckle, then leaned her head back against the armrest of the sofa. DrHeart seemed to have gotten cold feet and suddenly decided that she needed to go to bed.

Oh, well. There was always next time. Grinning with satisfaction, Gianna pushed herself up from the couch and headed off to the bathroom to wash up, then fell into bed in a pleasant state of post-orgasmic bliss.

3

Scarlett

For the most part, Scarlett’s weekend was quiet and relaxing, although a few times she found her thoughts drifting back to that steamy online chat with her mystery friend. After it happened, she had felt too embarrassed and awkward to log back in. Instead, she had dedicated her weekend to reading, exercising, and working on her application, trying to distract herself from the intense, unfamiliar feelings swirling through her.

Now, it was Monday morning, and time for another busy week. She woke up at the break of dawn, as usual, and changed into her workout clothes to go for a run. It was early September, and the weather was mild and pleasant—one of those perfect early autumn mornings that made running outdoors a real joy. Sweaty and slightly winded, she finished her short route around town just as the sun rose above the horizon line.

Feeling satisfied and exhilarated by the exercise, Scarlett hopped in the shower, got dressed, and headed to the hospital for her shift. By eight, she was walking briskly through the busy corridors and nodding politely at everyone who greeted her. She made a brief detour through the cafeteria to grab a cup of black coffee, which she sipped gratefully as she rode up the elevator and headed down the hall to the cardiac ward. The familiar rhythm and sounds of the workplace energized and reassured her. At least here, things made sense. Even in the hectic chaos and pressure, it was predictable.

The calm, organized morning didn’t last, however. Scarlett had been in the staff room for about fifteen minutes when the call came through. A serious traffic accident left several people with massive injuries, and their ICU department had the highest demand for surgeons available. Setting down her half-empty coffee mug, the redhead grabbed her stethoscope from the hook on the wall and rushed down to the emergency room to prepare for the ambulance that would be bringing in their latest patient.

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