The Woman in Blue

Misha’s eyes slowly fluttered open. She yawned, then sat up and absorbed her surroundings. The king-size bed, flanked by nightstands, was against the wall by the door. Straight across from the bed was a tall dresser that stood between two single windows. To the right of Misha were a shorter, longer dresser and a rocking chair. To the left were the sliding doors to the closet. Misha’s eyes shifted to Dale, who lay on her side facing her. “Hi,” Dale said with a smile. “Hi. Gotta go now?” “In a while, but not too soon.” Misha lay back down on her side, facing Dale. Dale smiled again. Misha scooted closer to her. After a moment, Dale gathered Misha into her arms. “Are you going to be okay while I’m gone, or would you like me to call someone to come and stay with you?” “I’ll be fine. Where do you have to go anyway?” “To the police department to talk to some people in regards to a case I’m working on.” “What kinds of cases do you work on?” “Just about every felony under the sun. Can’t talk much about it, though. You know, that old confidentiality thing.” Misha nodded with understanding. Dale gently stroked Misha’s back. “Mind if I ask you a personal question?” “No,” replied Misha. “A very blunt and personal question?” “No, what’s up?” Misha pulled back and gazed into Dale’s dark eyes. “Have you ever been with another woman before?” asked Dale. “Once. That was a year ago. I thought a relationship would spawn from the encounter, but nope.” “Ever been with a man?” “Nope.” Dale looked surprised. “They just were never my cup of tea,” Misha explained. She and Dale gazed into each other’s eyes for a few moments. “Have you been with lots of people?” Misha asked her. “A couple of women, no men.” “Do you like to just play or do you prefer to get serious?” “Both,” said Dale with a suggestive smile. Misha giggled. “And particularly with a very beautiful lady who seems to be a little sweetheart.” Misha felt her heart quicken. “Well, then, I guess I can tell you I’m madly attracted to you. As soon as I first saw you, I was like, Wow!” Dale smiled and flipped Misha onto her back. Then she brought her lips toward hers. They kissed a sweet, long, tender kiss before Dale’s tongue coaxed Misha’s lips apart to mingle with her own tongue. Dale slid Misha’s gown up as high as she could and began to gently massage her breasts. The pink nipples were firm and erect. She then began to suck them. After a moment, her tongue trailed down to Misha’s belly button, swirled around it, then reached the start of her plain white panties. “At least the state got you the silky kind,” said Dale. Misha giggled. After the two ate a light breakfast and showered together, Dale’s cell phone beeped. She picked it up off the nightstand as she finished brushing out her hair. “Oh, I hate that,” she suddenly said with frustration. “What?” asked Misha. “When I get a text message in Spanish.” “Let me see it, and I’ll tell you what it’s saying.” “You know Spanish?” “Quite a bit.” Dale scrolled down the small screen, exposing the entire message. “It’s telling you congratulations and to call to claim your prize.” “So it’s just a sales call, huh?” “Sounds like it.” “How about us going shopping at some point today? I think I can weasel some time off and get home early enough to hit a few stores.” “Shopping for what?” asked Misha. “Clothes. You don’t want to keep wearing the same old few boring outfits you’ve got, do you?” Misha looked down at her dull gray sweatpants and black T-shirt. “No, I can’t say that I do. It seems the state loves dark, dull colors. I prefer pastels and neons.” “Then pastels and neons you shall get,” said Dale, kissing Misha on the forehead. The two headed downstairs. Dale reminded her not to be too loud or answer the door, then she kissed Misha tenderly on the lips before turning to leave. The day seemed to drag on and on for Misha. Thoughts of Dale excited her and put a smile on her lips as she tidied up the kitchen. When Dale finally did return, she was excited. “Hey, I have some fantastic news for you, sweetie!” “What’s that?” asked Misha. “Well, let’s just say we won’t need to take you shopping after all.” It took a moment to register in Misha’s mind. “Oh! You mean they’ve been caught?” “Sure have,” Dale said with a smile. “We can take a drive to your friend’s place to pick up some of your things if you want to stick around a little longer. Besides, I kind of want to keep you around for my own selfish reasons, if I do say so myself.” Misha grinned. “If you’re selfish, then so am I, because I’d love to stick around if you don’t feel I’m intruding or anything.” “Of course not. Not unless you feel we’re moving too fast.” “No worries there,” Misha quickly assured her. “Besides, I kind of like this quiet little town. I’m sick of big noisy cities.” “Well, good then,” said Dale as she gathered Misha into her arms. They began with a soft, tender kiss, but it quickly escalated to kisses that had more firmness and desire to them. Dale pulled back after a moment. “Quickies like we had this morning are fine, but I usually like to take my time. What do you say we play first and make plans later?” Misha nodded, gazing lovingly into Dale’s eyes as she allowed herself to be led over to where the plush sectional couch and chair were. “That heart of yours is still going, huh?” said Dale, lifting her head up just enough to peer up at Misha several moments later. “Mmm-hmm,” Misha said with deep satisfaction evident in her voice. “Someone knows what she’s doing to get it going so wildly. Really, Dale, you’re so good. How’d you get so good at what you do?” Dale shrugged. “I don’t know about that one,” she said, rising to her feet. “But I do know I’d like us to get to know each other more. I mean, if we’re going to have a relationship of any kind, I don’t want it to be based primarily on sex.” “Me neither,” Misha said with sincerity. “In fact, I want to know every single thing there is to know about you, from your favorite foods, colors, and music to your family, friends, and coworkers. Tell me what pets you’ve had, what your goals are in life.” Dale chuckled as the two gathered up their clothing. “My goals are simple. I just want to love someone who loves me in return.” “Aw, how sweet,” said Misha. Dale put her panties back on, threw her work clothes in the washer, and headed upstairs to throw on a T-shirt. “At the end of my day, this is all I usually bum around in,” she explained. Misha decided to do the same, only putting back on her shirt and panties. “Now that we’re both comfy,” she said, “how about some dinner?” “I’d love it.” Dale pored through the mail she had taken out of the mailbox by the road upon entering the driveway while Misha cooked up a delicious meal of pork chops, cheesy rice, and broccoli. “You’re going to fatten me up, girl!” exclaimed Dale after they were done eating. “As skinny as you are, I doubt that,” said Misha. “Even so, why don’t you go relax on the couch while I fix our coffee? It’s my turn to wait on you now.” Misha made herself comfortable on the couch. A shiver of happiness raced through her. Dale appeared with two steaming cups and handed one to Misha. “Cream and sugar, right?” Misha nodded as she took her cup. “Thanks.” “You’re quite welcome, my dear.” Dale sat facing Misha. “Okay, let’s see… my favorite color’s purple, I like all kinds of food and music, and because I work independently most of the time, I don’t have anyone I could really describe as a coworker. I’ve had dogs, cats, fish, and birds for pets, though.” They chuckled. “What about your family?” asked Misha. “I’m an only child, and my parents, Peter and Haley, are wonderful people. They still live in the house they bought when they got married. It’s just a mile or so up the road. Dad just turned sixty. Mom and I threw him a surprise party and invited some of their friends.” “That sounds nice. How old is your mom?” “Fifty-eight.” “Have you always been a cop?” “When I graduated high school, I took a job as a security guard at Ukiah’s main hospital while I enrolled in the academy. For a couple of years, I was a corrections officer in a prison just outside of Ukiah, then my beat was on the street for about four years till I went undercover.” “Impressive,” said Misha with a smile. “I have a close friend who’s with the FBI,” continued Dale. “Yeah?” “Yeah, her name’s Alexa. She wants me to join the bureau.” “You going to?” “Maybe someday.” “Is she your only friend?” “No, I have another friend named Shannon. They’re both lesbians. I feel much more comfortable with gay and lesbian friends. How about you?” Misha told Dale about her closest friends. “I doubt I’ll see Freddie again, though. He was just a coworker.” She sipped her coffee. “Meagan works second shift, so it’s too late to call her tonight, but I’ll call her tomorrow and make arrangements to get my stuff from her.” “Okay,” said Dale, gazing intently at Misha with her smoldering dark eyes. A smile slowly spread across Dale’s face. “What?” asked Misha. “Well,” said Dale, lowering her eyes for a moment, then looking back up at Misha, “I don’t know how I can be so happy with someone I just met, but I am. You’re so for real, you know? So sane.” Misha smiled knowingly. “I’d never have believed it if someone told me I’d feel so strongly for someone in such a short time, either. I’d think I was anything but sane.” Dale laughed, then gazed lovingly into Misha’s gas-flame-blue eyes. “Your eyes are gorgeous. Blue eyes have always been my favorite.” “I can say the same about your dark ones. I totally dig those deep, dark, mysterious eyes of yours, but then again, I dig the whole package.” Dale, flattered, smiled and took a sip from her mug before placing it on the table behind her. She turned back toward Misha. “So tell me about your family and where you’re from.” “I’m an only child, too. I’m originally from San Diego. We moved to Sacramento when I was ten because Dad got a job there at a law firm. Mom was a nightclub singer. Two years ago, after I had gotten my own apartment and begun working at the health club, they flew to Hawaii for their twentieth anniversary and never made it back.” Dale’s face suddenly took on a look of dismay and curiosity. “Their plane went down; no souls aboard survived.” “Oh, I’m so very sorry to hear that,” Dale said sympathetically as Misha’s eyes watered. “At least they got to have their vacation and celebrate their twentieth.” “That’s true,” said Misha. “Were they good to you?” “They were wonderful.” “That’s good,” said Dale with a smile. “Other than that, my favorite color’s pink, and I too like all kinds of food and music.” Dale’s smile widened. The two made love again, though this time it was done in bed. “Dale?” Misha later asked in the darkness while she was cocooned in Dale’s strong yet loving arms, eyelids heavy with sleepiness. “Yes?” “Can we get some pets sometime?” “Sure. What would you like to get?” “Giant rats.” Dale laughed heartily, for at the time she truly believed Misha was joking.