Her's Alone

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Katie Moore
25
5'2"

Background:
Some would say that Katie was possessive of her things. Maybe that was true to a point, but she was a girl who knew what she wanted.

Although she and her girlfriend had been having more arguments lately, perhaps it was time Katie showed her who was boss. And if she didn't like it, well then...tough, she had a point to make.

Current:

It was another long day for Katie, but she was relieved when she finally left the office so her weekend was just about to start. She had a plan for tonight. Last night her and her girlfriend, Natasha had a small fight and today, Katie had felt really bad about it so she had planned this small romantic dinner, just the two of them.

On the way home she had picked up some roses and an expensive bottle of wine. Dinner was being delivered later on. Right now, she was just anxious to get home. She wanted this weekend to be terrific...

 

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Natasha Evans
Age 21
Very petite at just 4' 11" with B cup tits and dark green eyes​

Background

Some say Natasha is too passive and lets Katie get away with murder. Natasha is just one of those girls who naturally follows rather than leads. Most of the time she's more than happy to be led by Katie's mood. Lately though, Katie seems to be a bit too accustomed to getting her own way. Now Natasha feels like she's ceded too much power to Katie and it trying to level the playing field, arguing when she feels like things aren't fair. Katie seems determined to hang on to the trousers in this relationship however and Natasha doesn't know how she feels about that.

This weekend was a case in point. Natasha had plans to visit her mother and see a couple of old friends but Katie announced that she wanted them to have a romantic weekend alone, just hanging out in their apartment. Natasha argued that she'd already made plans but Katie wouldn't back down. After a lot of shouting and yelling, Natasha reluctantly gave in and cancelled her plans but she still resents having to do it. If Katie had made plans she wouldn't have cancelled them on Natasha's say so!

Current

Natasha leaned against the front door of the little cafe she had inherited from her late father, listening to the alarm system arm itself. Once everything stopped beeping she headed home, wondering what Katie's plans for them were. Now she'd spent the day sulking about their last argument she was over it mostly. She knew Katie loved her, they just needed to compromise more... well, Katie needed to compromise more. But this weekend they could talk about everything and that meant that Natasha could make her feelings known. Tonight was going to be a date night however, so there would be no unpleasant discussions.

She knew Katie was ordering in food and that bothered Natasha a little. She wasn't making all that much money at the moment, whereas Katie's job was quite well paid.

Natasha was very tired because she was on her feet all day waiting tables. Katie worked in an office so she was always fresher when she finished for the day. Natasha tried to keep up with her but more often than not, she failed. Natasha had a box of expensive chocolates that she knew Katie loved. She was looking forward to a cosy night in and maybe a soak in the bathtub. Scented candles, a big glass of wine and a soak would set her right up for the evening.

Natasha's pace quickened as she neared their walk-up. Despite her fatigue she even jogged up the steps. She turned her key in the lock and opened their front door.

"Katie? Are you home?"

Natasha hadn't expected her to be there. Katie's commute from the inner city always took a while. She opened her rather cheap bottle of wine and poured a glass while she ran a bath. When Katie arrived she would be soaking in rose scented bubbles.

 

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Pushing open the door and letting herself in, Katie knew Natasha was home because of her apron from work was set carelessly on the bar stool by the counter of the bar. With a sigh, Katie hung up her coat and picked up the bottle of wine she had purchased earlier.

After finding a vase for the roses, she arranged them neatly and set it on the counter top of the bar. Then she saw a bottle of wine already opened. Making a face, Katie picked it up and walked over to the sink, dumping the contents out before trashing the bottle in the trash.

Opening up the bottle she had bought, Katie quickly filled two glasses and picked them up, "Nattie?" she called out, calling Natasha by the pet name she had for her.

Hearing a muffled reply, Katie smiled as she took a sip from her glass and headed to the bathroom. Opening the door, she was met with a wave of steam from the rose scented water of the bath. She couldn't help but smile, "Hey baby, how are you?" She asked as she set the glass she had brought down on the edge of the tub. Katie picked up the glass Natasha had and dumped it in the toilet, "So, how was your day?" Katie asked as she knelt beside the tub and reached out, brushing a lock of hair from Natasha's face.

 

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Natasha heard Katie arrive and shortly after that came the unmistakeable sound of wine pouring down the sink. She scowled.

"That is perfectly good wine." She muttered.

Soon Katie appeared in the bathroom and Natasha could only watch as her glass of wine went down the toilet.

"There was nothing wrong with that." She said a little abruptly.

In usual Katie fashion, the other girl simply did not acknowledge Natasha's little outburst or the slight tension in the room. She knelt beside the tub and stroked Natasha's hair. It struck Tasha that Katie's mannerisms were like those of a chauvinist hetero guy right now. It irked her in the extreme, making her feel as thought she was being treated like a pretty little moron.

"So, how was your day?" Katie asked.

"Long. Hard work. Pain in the ass customers, the usual." She replied. This was almost always Tasha's response to questions about work. She didn't feel like Katie ever really wanted to hear about all the petty mundanities of her day.

"How about you?" She enquired, trying not to sound sulky and failing.