Most people would agree with the statement “San Paro is a dangerous place to live.” There was evidence in just the mere soundscape of the city. You couldn’t go for longer than a few minutes before you could hear the distinctive sound of automatic gunfire echoing through the chasms of the cityscape. The sound of sirens was near enough constant and the news would report on almost nothing apart from the latest CSA fuck ups or successes, depending which side you want to side with. Yet despite all of this, people still live fairly regular lives. Stores still open, people still go to work, business goes on as always.
One of these businesses was a small cafe by the Waterfront. Whiskey would always go here after school to avoid having to go home to her uncle any sooner than needed. Of course, those days were long behind her, though the nostalgia still regularly draws her to it, along with her old friend Ray. After her return from the Army they would regularly meet up here to just chat and reminisce about the things they got up to in their teens. This time they had a far more recent development to talk about.
“My god Ray, don’t laugh I almost died okay?” Whiskey said, blushing wildly while her friend was having trouble containing his laughter.
“Right, right, of course. Woulda been one hell of a way to go. Here lies Courtney Willson, died from kissing her crush.” He managed to hold together long enough for the joke before another burst of giggling.
“Quit it! I was super scared that I was gonna get slapped!” She retorted.
“Should I add that to the epitaph?” He quibbed “Nah but really, you did good. I’m proud of you.”
“I honestly still can’t quite believe it really happened.” Whiskey said with honesty
“Well, it did, enjoy it. I for one am gonna enjoy finally being able to call you gay.”
“Says the guy sucking dick given half a chance.” She responded with a smirk, quickly hidden behind her coffee cup. Ray chuckled in response.
“How do you feel about that though?” He asked sincerely.
“I dunno, I mean, I don’t mind at all. She’s hot, she’s nice and she makes me happy. Still kinda feels like coming out for the first time. Still haven’t told anyone apart from you.”
“Calm down there Whiskey, it’s been like what, two days? Take it slow.”
“I know, I know, it’s just exciting, even if also a bit scary.” Whiskey admitted. There were still many things she was afraid of or unsure about. She and Sara met again the day prior, and apart from greeting and parting with a kiss, not much changed from before, though the fresh couple had arranged to meet again later in the evening.
“It always is a bit, but Sara sounds like the understanding type, she’ll wait for you to be comfortable.” Ray said before checking the time. “Well, looks like I need to be on patrol soon. Keep me posted and call me if you need to talk.”
Whiskey quickly got up to hug Ray before he left.
“Keep safe out there, I’ll write you tonight how it goes.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that. See you later.”
* * *
Despite the fact that Whiskey had been single when she got her apartment, and additionally really didn’t make a killing as an enforcer, her apartment was unusually large. A joint living room and kitchen made up the main room, with a big couch and coffee table facing a TV by the wall taking up the living room side, a well equipped kitchen and small dining table furnished the rest of the room. A door on the far side of the room connected to a bedroom that was about two thirds of the size of the other room, albeit more sparsely furnished, with just her wardrobe, desk and bed sitting neatly in the room.
Compared to just a few hours ago when Whiskey got home from the cafe, the apartment was stunningly tidy, not a single article of clothing was laying around, the dishes were done and put away and the countertops were clean. She even cleaned the windows on both sides. A look at her phone revealed that Sara would be ringing her bell any second. Whiskey took a moment to breath and collect herself. This was the first time Sara was coming to her place and it had to be perfect. Not a thing out of place. Sara deserved nothing less from her. The fact she was coming over at all was almost an accident even. Sara had expressed interest in perhaps cooking together with Whiskey, though she said that her kitchen were too small for it. Without thinking, Whiskey told her that she had a big kitchen they could use. On the one hand, Whiskey wanted to kick herself because she knew full well at the time that her apartment was a mess, but on the other hand she really wanted to spend time with Sara.
Her thoughts were cut short by the buzzing of her doorbell. Whiskey took one last, deep breath before pressing to unlock the front door and opened the door to her apartment. Just a few moments later, Sara emerged coming up the stairwell, one hand holding onto a shopping bag and the other hidden behind her back.
“Hey Whiskey, I brought us our dinner.” She said with a broad smile. “And I got you this too.” with a quick motion Sara revealed the bouquet of beautifully dark red roses she was concealing. Whiskey was stunned. It was the first time someone had gotten her flowers before, let alone roses. She slapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in amazement before throwing herself at Sara, hugging her tightly.
“Oh my god, Sara, they’re beautiful...” she whispered into the redhead’s ear.
“They made me think of you.” Sara whispered back, causing Whiskey to blush. As Whiskey released the hug, Sara quickly sneaked in a kiss on her cheek, handing the flowers off to her date.
“Come, let’s get started. I hope I still have a vase for these.” Whiskey extended a welcoming hand into her apartment, an invitation Sara followed gladly, depositing the bag of shopping on the table.
“This is a really nice place, Whiskey.” she said as she walked a few paces into the room. After a moment of looking around, she looked back to the bag and began unpacking it, Whiskey quickly shook herself out of her flower-induced trance and helped unpack. Sara had said she wanted to surprise Whiskey with the meal she had planned and it worked, looking at the ingredients placed in front of her, she had a hard time following what they would be making. Then again, Whiskey had hardly ever cooked in her life, so being lost seemed natural to her.
“Alright, so we’re going to be making chicken strips in cream sauce with potatoes and veggies. You said you have a steamer so I thought they’d make a good side.” Sara said pointing at the individual ingredients relevant to what she was saying. Whiskey nodded and got her steamer out from its place inside the cupboard, along with a pan and a pot by Sara’s instruction. Whiskey was essentially following Sara’s instructions blindly as she was far more preoccupied thinking about her date than what she was actually telling her. The vibrant shade of orange her hair was, the sparkling emerald eyes, the subtly but perfectly made up cheeks to the rosy lips. If she hadn’t already fallen for her character, she would surely have fallen for her looks.
Having prepared most of the things they’d need and set the potatoes to boil, Whiskey and Sara took to chopping up the vegetables, Whiskey watched closely as Sara cut her batch with a practiced elegance that she had not anticipated.
“Damn, you are really good at this whole cooking thing, Sara.” she almost muttered to herself as she continued to struggle cutting a particularly stubborn carrot.
“My Ma and Da taught me. They always put great value on cooking fresh food. ‘It’s healthier’ Ma said. ‘It’s cheaper’ Da said. And they are both right, but guess which one a freshly moved out police recruit cared about.” Sara chuckled before she finally deposited her share of the vegetables in the colander. After watching her date struggle with her load for a moment longer she stepped up right close behind her and wrapped her arms around her, placing her hands over Whiskey’s, guiding them without fully controlling.
“See, if you hold the knife like this, the cut off bits fall off the knife instead of sticking, then you can just push them aside with the face of it.” Whiskey did her best to follow Sara’s guidance with moderate success. She would have been frustrated if it weren’t for Sara’s encouragements. After a little while longer, they worked through Whiskey’s half together and turned on the steamer. It would be a while longer before they could start working on the meat, so the two sat down by the dining table, now decorated by the roses Sara had gifted when she arrived.
“This is fun, never really cooked together with anyone before.” Whiskey admitted sheepishly.
“It’s not for everyone, and sometimes you just need the right person to introduce you to something,” Sara said, smiling. She reached her hand over the dining table, inviting Whiskey to lock her hand onto hers. After Whiskey had followed the invitation, she couldn’t help but smile too.
“Say, I have a question, or a request perhaps. Do you mind if I call you Courtney? It’s a beautiful name.” Sara had a sincere and warm smile on her face. Almost nobody ever calls Whiskey Courtney, at this point she was almost detached from it. At first she wanted to say no, but she played back how Sara had said it. Courtney . It had a melodic ring to it in Sara’s voice, and it gave her comfort, perhaps it even felt intimate in a way.
“Yes, wait no, I mean No. As in-” Whiskey was tripping over her words and just closed her mouth looking defeated. Sara placed her other hand gently over Whiskey’s.
“Calm down Courtney, it’s okay, I understand you,” she almost whispered, meeting eyes with Whiskey. If it were not for the table she would probably have launched herself at Sara in a loving embrace. No matter what Whiskey did or said, Sara accepted her the way she was and understood too. She did not feel judged, she felt like she could just be herself, something she didn’t feel she could be even with Ray. In this moment of intimacy and closeness she felt her strong emotional burden. Instinctively, she had reached for the dog tags hanging by a chain from her neck. After a moment, she got up and walked over to Sara, showing her the tags. After inspecting them, reading the names on the tags and pondering for a moment, Sara got up and hugged Whiskey tightly.
“This is why you were scared. I’m sorry for your loss,” She whispered into Whiskey’s ear, making her tear up. She knew it was going to be emotionally heavy for her to start this, but she felt Sara deserved to know.
“We were dating for nearly three years. He was the gunner assigned to my helicopter. We just worked so well and he was so nice...” Whiskey felt a knot in her stomach form before she could go on, but a moment later she pushed through it with renewed strength as she felt Sara’s hand gently stroking her back.
“Everyone thought we worked so well together. ‘A match made in heaven.’ I was going to marry him. We wanted to live a life together after our service ended.” Whiskey was still losing her fight with tears and sobbing.
“One day, not long before both of our final tour ended, we had a mission that went bad. We crashed. I lived, barely and he… Josh… he didn’t.”
There was a long silence between the two women, only interrupted by the occasional sobbing from Whiskey.
“You still love him,” Sara half stated, half asked, to which Whiskey only responded with what felt like a nod.
“I do… And I will forever.” Whiskey’s words were shaky and interrupted by more sobs. “It doesn’t mean I don’t like you… I do. But I just… I- I can’t explain.” At this point Whiskey couldn’t hold it in anymore and was crying into Sara’s shoulder. Sara tightened her hug on Whiskey and gently stroked a hand over Whiskey’s head.
“It’s alright, Courtney, it’s going to be okay. We’ll work this out.” Sara’s grip on Whiskey softened and eventually she released her, the woman now red-eyed and rough looking tried to smile.
“I’m sorry for ruining the evening with this,” Whiskey apologised with another attempt at a smile, albeit a more bitter one.
“Nonsense. I’m glad you told me this, because now I can help you, be there for you,” Sara responded before kissing the other woman.
“Now let’s finish making dinner, shall we?” Whiskey sighed quietly as Sara let go of Whiskey slowly, taking a couple steps back to face the kitchen. With quick and practiced motions Sara prepared the chopping board and a sharp knife. It was a cathartic moment for Whiskey, having finally released the pressure within her and seeing Sara not only care, but also not letting it ruin the night. She had to admire it for a moment longer before walking up to the counter as she watched Sara carefully filet the chicken into bite-sized strips.
“I’ll show you how to do it this time and next time we cook I’ll let you have a try cutting meat too,” Sara explained, moving over a bit so that Whiskey could more clearly see what she was doing.
“You need to make sure to cut out any excess fat or seams in the meat, they generally don’t taste good.” Whiskey continued to watch with great interest as Sara worked. There just was something about the way she moved with elegance and determination that nearly hypnotised Whiskey. She could watch her work all night and not be bored.
* * *
After another half an hour of cooking and preparing, Whiskey and Sara were sitting at the dining table again, this time each with a serving of delicious smelling food, a smell only made better with the knowledge that the couple had made it together over the hours prior. Despite not having eaten for several hours now, Whiskey only marginally cared about the food in front of her, as she was still far more preoccupied focusing on her date and what they talked about earlier. She was sure she did the right thing, and was feeling more secure about the relationship. It was a comfort she needed desperately and the relieve it brought was not little. For the dinner Whiskey had decided to break out one of her fancier liquors: an expensive wine she got as a gift from Ray for her birthday. It had been sitting in the cupboard for a few months, but she felt this was the correct occasion for it.
“To fate that brought us together,” Sara toasted before they each took a drink and began eating.
“Wow, this is really good Sara!”
“Food always tastes better when made in good company,” Sara responded with a wink and despite everything, Whiskey still blushed and looked away shyly.
“I mean it. This evening is really special to me. I hope there will be many more like it.” The sincerity of Sara’s words put a warm feeling of genuine care in Whiskey.
“I’d like that too,” Whiskey responded with a smile. Over the course of their dinner the pair chatted, laughed and gossiped. It was still almost unreal to Whiskey. Only a week prior she would be sitting glooming alone on her couch, waiting for the day to end so she could throw herself into the line of fire again at work. Now she just simply did not want the night to ever end. After finishing her last bite, Whiskey leaned back in her seat and placed a satisfied hand on her stomach.
“Good god that was some good food,” Whiskey said suppressing a burp.
“I enjoyed the company more.” Sara had gotten a bit more flirty over the course of the dinner, and Whiskey didn’t mind it at all. Quite the contrary, it gave her a sense of security. She had attempted to flirt back a few times but didn’t seem to get a satisfactory response from Sara. She assumed that it was a lack of experience on her own part, and she had admittedly never been good at flirting.
“Come, let us clean up,” Sara finally said, standing up and taking her plate over to the sink. Whiskey was again barely operating on autopilot as she continued to pay close attention to Sara. Her deep green eyes were focused on the plates she was drying off as Whiskey reached them to her. She was still amazed by how elegant Sara could look when even performing tasks as mundane as drying a clean plate. Partially Whiskey felt jealousy. She had always felt a bit clumsy or rough. But mostly she felt awe and, to her surprise, arousal. She caught her eyes wandering over Sara’s body again and tried to refocus. She only had one more glass to finish cleaning before they were all done. Afterwards Sara would probably get herself ready to leave for the night. The thought of Sara leaving already troubled Whiskey a lot more than it had on the prior dates. She didn’t just want Sara not to leave. Not now. Not this time. She wanted her to stay.
“Sara… I was wondering, would you maybe- I mean do you want to maybe stay the night?” She inquired shyly without looking Sara in the eye. Before she had a chance to curse herself, Sara already stepped up to kiss Whiskey, immediately taking her concerns with it.
“I’d love to,” she responded after releasing the kiss with a broad smile. Whiskey smiled back but felt some uncertainty within her. What does it actually mean for her to stay the night? Not a moment later she knew she had to ask Ray for help. It’s been a running theme in their friendship that whenever Whiskey needed advice on people that Ray could help her.
“Excuse for just a second while I use the bathroom,” Whiskey said as she made her way towards her facilities, immediately whipping out her phone from her pocket and sitting down on the closed toilet seat, quickly opening her conversation with Ray.
“I asked Sara to stay the night HELP W-” she wrote, hoping Ray wouldn’t take too long to respond.
“You making moves?”
“Literally HOW I HAVE NO IDEA.”
“Just come up to her and make out, maybe fiddle around with her clothing a bit, she’ll get it.”
“I swear if this backfires I am going to murder you.”
“You’ll be fine, now go get that… ” his text was followed by a string of emojis showing a cat, an ok hand, a tongue, a middle finger and two scissors. If Ray were next to her, she’d punch his shoulder, but a simple “I hate you” text would have to suffice at the moment. After a moment to collect herself, Whiskey got up and pocketed her phone. One deep breath later Whiskey opened the bathroom door to see Sara standing by the window facing the Marina. The night time view from here was always something Whiskey appreciated, just as Sara was appreciating it now. Whiskey took a moment to just observe her date, who seemed to be completely lost in her own thoughts. Whiskey bit her lip as she imagined how the next few hours could go if she didn’t mess this up now. One last breath later, Whiskey approached with purpose, wrapping herself around Sara and kissing her cheek.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The Marina,” Sara finally said.
“Not as beautiful as you,” Whiskey heard herself say almost before she could think. She turned to face Sara, leaning in for another kiss, this time more passionate. As they continued to kiss, Whiskey placed a hand on Sara’s shoulder and slowly ran it down her back before resting just above her behind, her other hand joining it on the other side, giving Whiskey some leverage to pull Sara in.
“Courtney…” Sara muttered between kisses. She was clearly surprised, but not at all in a bad way, quite the contrary, she seemed to enjoy Whiskey’s sudden advances. It took her a lot of gut to finally speak up.
“I want you, Sara. Tonight. Now.” She surprised herself how easily it was to finally say, and how natural it felt. Having declared her intentions, Whiskey dove in for an even more heated kiss as her hands slid lower onto Sara’s rear, feeling every inch of it and gently massaging it in her hands. She could also feel Sara’s hands beginning to explore her body, starting at her shoulders, going down her curves and finally resting on her hips. Their kissing intensified as their tongues wrestle through the couple’s softly locked lips, the occasional break in contact gave time for Sara to gently bite Whiskey’s upper lip through a sly smirk, a look which caused Whiskey to swoon. Their making out started to really get Whiskey going, all of her worries, all of the doubts just faded away in a flurry of emotions. Whiskey finally dared to run her hands back up Sara’s body, up to her breasts, eagerly feeling their soft weight. She was surprised by just how different they felt to hers, which admittedly due to her athletic shape were rather small and firm. Sara chuckled quietly as she felt Whiskey explore every inch of her bust, moving to softly nibble at her neck, sending a powerful, almost debilitating rush of pleasure that shook her entire body through her. After a moment to grain her bearings back, Whiskey moved to unbutton Sara’s blouse, though it proved an unprecedented challenge to her, she let out a nervous giggle as she continued to fumble her way down the blouse. Sara gave Whiskey a comforting smile and a kiss.
“You’re doing great, don’t worry,” she said smiling at Whiskey, again lifting her spirits. After having finally undone the last button Sara pulled her shoulders back and down to let her blouse quietly fall to the floor, revealing her torso save for her breasts still covered by her bra. Whiskey let out an audible gasp as she was confronted with Sara’s shapely body, sprinkled by freckles matching her face. Whiskey was hesitant to touch Sara’s bare skin, though her curiosity got the better of her quickly, making her hand run lightly over Sara’s pale curves, being rewarded by a soft gasp and a quiet moan from Sara. Eager to see more, Whiskey guided her hands up Sara’s back to her bra strap and pushed the lock together, unhooking the ends and letting Sara once more move her shoulders to let another article of clothing drop to the floor around her. Whiskey was once more short of breath as she took in Sara’s body. She could hardly believe how amazing her body looked, from her well defined shoulders to her voluptuous bust crowned with a small pink nipple each, to her perfectly curved sides and stomach. Whiskey felt like she was facing an amazing buffet, unable to choose what to pick next. Before she had a chance to make up her mind, she felt Sara lifting her top up, making her quickly accommodate the motion by grabbing the bottom hem from Sara’s hands and lifting it over her head, revealing to Sara her own body, a constant display of Whiskey’s fitness in her defined muscles. Sara couldn’t help but run a finger along one of the grooves between muscles.
‘Gosh Whiskey, you must work out a lot for a body like this… It’s amazing,“ Sara said in awe as she continued to feel over Whiskey’s body. Whiskey couldn’t help but blush over the compliment, but it mattered little to her as she was trying to not collapse from the feeling of Sara’s hands running along her. She had no idea she could be so sensitive on her skin alone, it was a near magical sensation to feel Sara’s velvety soft hands gently glide along her sides and and back. Sara moved to kiss Whiskey again as her left hand moved to slide the bra strap off of Whiskey’s shoulder while her right hand, in one seemingly oft practiced motion, unhooked the lock in the back, making the bra slide a ways down and revealing Whiskey’s well shapen, firm breasts. Whiskey couldn’t help but feel nervous as she dropped her own bra. In an effort to suppress it, Whiskey released the kiss and suggested they move somewhere more comfortable, finally leading Sara to her bedroom, where they sat down on the edge of the neatly made bed. Whiskey took another moment to take in Sara sitting next to her, who was busying herself removing her jeans, an action that Whiskey eagerly repeated. She wasn’t sure what she felt more strongly; the nervousness or the sheer desire. After a trembling breath, she connected her lips to Sara’s again, hoping to suppress her worries with actions. While the couple continued to kiss, Sara slowly guided them down, so that she was laying partially over Whiskey, she could feel one of her hands slowly work it’s way down from her back to her side and down to her abdomen, before slowly sliding down towards her crotch. As Sara got closer, Whiskey’s breathing began to intensify. Despite her excitement, she suddenly felt a rush of fear and discomfort, which culminated finally in her grabbing Sara’s arm tightly and pulling it away from her instinctively. For a moment she failed to understand why she did it, but her mind quickly put order to things; the emotional scar she had almost forgotten about until now. Sara looked at Whiskey in confusion and almost terror, afraid she was being too fast again.
“Can… we focus on you tonight? I… I’m not ready,” Whiskey mumbled. A short moment later Sara nodded, though the motion was interrupted by Whiskey leaning in for another kiss, this time twisting the pair to the other side, so that she was now over Sara, her entire body at her disposal. With their lips still connected, Whiskey mirrored Sara’s actions from before, running a hand down over Sara’s panties, surprised at the warmth that radiated from it. As she traced her fingers over it, she could make out what must have been Sara’s sex, making her blush intensely, though she was rewarded with the soft vibrations of Sara moaning between their kiss. After running her fingers around some more she finally plunged her hand under Sara’s last article of clothing, landing her fingers right over the smooth skin just above her mound. Whiskey once again felt nervousness rising in her body, but this time the excited kind. She almost couldn’t believe it was reality as she moved her hand down an inch, the tips of her fingers now resting over the bulbous form of Sara’s clitoris, causing her to moan and arch her back in pleasure. Continuing her expedition into uncharted territory, Whiskey ran her hand even lower, between Sara’s folds, feeling the incredibly wet canal and sending an inquisitive finger down it. She was somewhat surprised how similar it felt to her own, familiar, but not the same. After another moment of probing, Whiskey retreated her hand back out from Sara’s underwear and set to remove it, revealing the neatly shaven slit. Sara was sitting her Torso up on her elbows as she eagerly anticipated Whiskey’s next action.For a moment Whiskey was spellbound by Sara’s body in it’s full natural beauty.
She finally decided to crouch down between Sara’s legs, her face only inches away from Sara’s entrance. A distinct but not unpleasant smell radiated from it, inviting Whiskey to investigate further. One nervous breath later, Whiskey extended her tongue towards Sara’s orifice, finally splitting her lips and making contact with her clitoris. Whiskey could feel a tremble go through Sara’s entire body as she released a gasping sigh. Initially Whiskey was worried that the taste would be unpleasant, but as she started to run her tongue up and down from canal to clit she found it to instead send erotic feelings through her, only furthered by Sara’s sex pulsing and trembling. As she continued to savour every inch of Sara’s folds, Sara was now laying flat on her back panting and shifting around as she was being pleasured by Whiskey. She was suppressing swears under her intense breathing as she felt Whiskey now also inserting a finger into her opening while gently rubbing against the upper wall. She knew she wouldn’t be able to last much longer until climax. Whiskey could feel Sara tense up around her and the canal tightening slightly around her finger. Assuming it was Sara reaching orgasm, Whiskey continued to apply stimulation until Sara was laying back breathing heavily. Only as she moved her face away from Sara’s groin did she realise just how much of Sara’s moisture was now on her mouth and chin. After taking the back of her hand to wipe off some of it, she laid down next Sara, who immediately turned to deeply kiss her.
“Courtney...” she breathed. “That was amazing.”
Whiskey gave Sara a shy smile before looking up to the ceiling and sighing. She just had her first time, she could hardly believe it. She knew she had to say something about her intervention earlier, but she wasn’t sure how to best address it, since she barely understood it at the time herself.
“Sara… about earlier, when you tried to… when you were running your hand over my underwear. I got scared.” she admitted without looking at Sara.
“It’s alright Courtney,” Sara said sitting up and embracing her. “Let us just enjoy this moment we have and worry about our troubles later.”
Whiskey couldn’t help but agree. Her problems can wait, the entire world can wait, for now, nothing mattered other than her and Sara’s moment.