“Not exactly. I had a few drinks while Zane was telling me my career was in the toilet, but I realized something.”
“What?”
“That you were right. This weekend is supposed to be about us as much as it is about the work.”
Cameron stood up and replied, “We said we were going to table this until–”
But Kennedy cut her off with a kiss. Cameron had clearly been caught off guard by it and went to pull away, but Kennedy moved her arms around Cameron’s neck.
“Cam, please,” she whispered.
Cameron nodded and returned the kiss. It was slow, but only for a second. Then, Kennedy slipped her tongue into Cameron’s mouth, and everything felt familiar. She remembered how good it felt to kiss her like this.
“Ken, we can’t. They’re almost here,” Cameron told her when Kennedy’s hands went to Cameron’s jeans.
“I just need to touch you,” she said and started kissing Cameron’s neck.
“Babe, no.” Cameron took a step away from her. “You are drunk, Kennedy.”
“I’m tipsy, but that has nothing to do with this.”
“You need coffee and food, not sex.”
“I need sex with my girlfriend,” she said, reaching for her again. “Come on, Cameron. It’s been months. I need to feel you. I need you inside me.”
She took both of Cameron’s hands in her own.
“After months of nothing,thisis what you really want? You want a quick fuck while people are literally outside this room, waiting for us?”
“I want us back. What’s so wrong with that?”
“Nothing is wrong with that. But the fact that you thinkthisis the way to do that freaks me out a little bit, Kennedy.”
“You’re freaked out that I want to touch you?”
“The last time we touched was a quickie at best, and I didn’t even come. I… faked it.”
“What? You did?”
Cameron nodded and replied, “I’d never done that with you before; not ever, but I did then because you didn’t even seem interested. It was like you were going through the motions, and I felt guilty that I hadn’t come yet, so I faked it.”
“Jesus, Cam… We promised that we’d never do that to each other.”
“I know. And I felt worse guilt about it after I did, but I’ve tried, Ken. I have tried to reignite that part of our lives, and you weren’t interested.”
“I tried, too,” she defended. “Sometimes, I would come home and put my hand on your thigh.”
Cameron nodded and said, “Putting all of that aside for a moment… You really thought that being clearly drunk, or at least well on your way to it, coming in here, and trying to fuck mefast because we have to get out there was the best way for us to reconnect like that?”
“What’s wrong with wanting to get off with my girlfriend? Is it romantic? Maybe not in this case, but it’s something. It’ssomething, and we’ve had nothing, Cam.”
“I know,” Cameron said and sat back down on the bed. “I know,” she repeated. “But this isn’t what I want. I don’t want a quickie when we do that again.”
Kennedy felt the alcohol really kick in then, and she sat down next to her girlfriend, putting her face in her hands.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
