Page 68 of Pyg

The plughole sucked and slurped the bathwater and Fran’s hammering resumed. Alice opened the bathroom door a crack and shuddered as cool air rushed in.

“Just give me a minute,” she screamed in a tone she’d never used with Fran before, and the banging ceased.

Alice padded across the hallway to her bedroom and threw on the pink robe that hung from the back of the door. With one hand she towel-dried her curls as best she could, then released a shaky breath as she fingered her injured wrist to assess the damage. “Ow, ow, ow,” she whimpered, tears springing to her eyes.

“What on earth are you doing in there?” Fran shouted through the letterbox.

With a steadying breath, Alice unlocked the front door and stepped back at the sight of Fran. She was dressed well as always, but her face looked pallid. Makeup did nothing to conceal the dark bags encircling her eyes.

“Alice, at last. Thank goodness.” Fran smiled, revealing a smudge of dark lipstick on her front tooth. As she crossed the threshold, a deep frown wrinkled her forehead. “Oh, darling, don’t cry.”

Alice sniffed. “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

Alice inhaled a ragged breath. “I fell out of the bath.”

“Oh, you silly thing. Lucky I’m here, isn’t it?”

Fran’s frown dissolved into a smile, and she pulled Alice into a hug.

Alice yelped as sharp pain from her wrist and knee bolted through her.

“Come on, let’s sit you down and look you over.”

Fran shepherded Alice into the lounge and sat her on the couch. She removed her light jacket, placing it over one of the dining chairs, and knelt before Alice.

“Now, tell me what hurts.” Fran’s dark eyes stared up at her.

“I banged my knee and fell onto my wrist.”

“Okay, I’ll take a look at your wrist first.”

Alice held out her right arm, and Fran took it. She touched her thumbs around the area and tried to move the joint.

Alice hissed. “Fuck, that really hurts.”

“Hmm, I don’t think it’s broken. Perhaps just sprained.” Fran softly traced her fingers up Alice’s bare forearm, then lowered her head and tenderly kissed along the same route.

Alice breathed heavily and closed her eyes.

“And you said you hurt your knee too?”

Fran pulled back the lapel of Alice’s robe and let her fingers resume their slow dance, tracing over Alice’s skin. She lowered her head and kissed Alice’s knee, before licking her way to her inner thigh.

Alice swallowed as her own body started to betray her. It would be so easy to let Fran consume her, and the ache starting to pulse between her legs would appreciate that very much. Fran’s tongue moved higher up Alice’s thigh and Alice whimpered.

“Sounds like somebody missed me,” Fran purred, heat smouldering in her eyes as she looked up from between Alice’s legs.

“Stop. I don’t want this.” Alice panted with the effort of pushing out those words.

Fran pulled back and glowered. “You actually want me to stop?”

Alice nodded and pulled her robe closed, flinching as it grazed her throbbing knee. “Why are you here?”

Fran huffed and rose to her feet. She sat next to Alice on the couch.

“I don’t understand you, Alice. Was I not giving you enough attention before? I don’t know what you want from me.”

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