Burnt Sugar - Part 7 (standard:romance, 4895 words) [7/7] show all parts
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Burnt Sugar - Part 7 

18 

"Well, now, how can I say no to someone who calls me 'God'?" 

They had taken the bus to Coogee and walked to Gordons Bay. The sky was
clear but the occasional breeze was cool so it wasn't a bad day for 
strolling. Kristen tried to keep up with Frances who was bounding from 
rock to rock as they looked for a spot to set down their bags but the 
woman must have been a goat in her past life. When Kristen finally made 
it to where Frances was standing and waiting for her, she shot her a 
dark look. 

"What?" Frances asked innocently. 

"You're evil." 

Frances chuckled and stretched out a hand to help Kristen up the last
rock to where she was. "I can't help it if you're older and slower," 
Frances teased, earning herself another dark look. She held on to 
Kristen's hand for a tad longer than needed before releasing it. "Isn't 
this amazing?" she said softly, sweeping her arms out on either side of 
her. 

"I would have turned back already if that wasn't the case," Kristen
grumbled, but she could not keep from smiling at the awed expression on 
Frances' face. 

"Eleanor was disappointed that I didn't manage to get her a date with
you," Frances said cheekily. "I told her you're straight but she was 
just too pretty and you couldn't resist kissing her back." 

"What!" Kristen stopped in the middle of kicking her shoes off. 

"She understood," Frances carried on as though Kristen hadn't said
anything. "It's hard to be hot like Eleanor. She gets straight women 
falling for her all the time... and then they can't deliver." Frances 
shook her head sadly. 

"Did you really tell her that?" Kristen groused but she didn't mind it
that much. It wasn't like it was completely untrue--although, 
personally, she would have worded it a little differently. 

Frances smirked as she took her top off. "Of course I didn't. I told her
you're PMT-ing and it's not the best time to hang out with you. 
Actually, you act like you're PMT-ing all the time so there's no good 
time really." 

Frances squealed when Kristen poked her stomach. "Careful with the
merchandise, Miss!" 

"Oh yeah? Then why are you here with me?" Kristen retorted. She liked
how they could banter about the silliest things. 

Frances bit her lower lip as she tied her hair back into a bun. "Charity
work," she quipped, then yelled when Kristen began tickling her bare 
sides. "Stop it!" Frances let go of her hair to swat Kristen's hands 
away. 

"You look good with your hair down," Kristen commented when they stopped
laughing. 

"Only with my hair down?" Frances asked playfully as she began gathering
her hair up again. "Shame." 

This was a side of Frances that Kristen had only had a glimpse of the
other night. Suddenly curious, she asked, "When was the last time you 
were with someone?" 

The question surprised Frances. "When was the last time I had sex or was
in a relationship?" she wanted to know. 

Kristen chuckled at Frances' forthrightness. "In a relationship." 



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