Wavering Mollisher

Arguing Over A Woman

“I can stay with father,” Della told Lucas as they enter his bedroom. 

“He is asleep. He wore himself out with worry.” Lucas takes his coat off and motions her to sit on the bed. “I’m going to get Caroline and Henry.”

“Lucas” Della grabs his hand. He turns around. “Yes?”

“Thank you. I know this isn’t easy for you.” Della smiles.

Lucas gently takes his hand out of hers. “Just…as long as your happy.” Without a word, he turns on his heel and walks out the door. Della looks down at her dress when she is alone, mortified at her lack of appropriate attire. It wasn’t bad enough that Lucas saw her in this state, now Caroline will as well.

Della tries to pull her dress higher up her breasts, but the fabric proves to be stubborn. Sighing, Della gives up and chooses to straighten her wrinkled skirts. While she preoccupied herself with fixing her appearance, the door opens, and a relieved Caroline runs to her side.

Della is squeezed in Caroline’s arms as the woman sighs in relief. “Lucas just told me! You were in a hall?”

Della pulls away and giggles. “Yes, I befriended a local woman of the evening who helped me find someone from the Upper-Class committee. I was getting friendly with him and I was hoping to convince him to take me to an event, but Lucas swooped in.”

Caroline throws her head back to laugh. “Lucas is a guy. They don’t exactly think with their heads often. I was so worried about you! I understand not telling the men, but why not tell me of your plans?”

Della shakes her head sadly. “I’m sorry Caroline.”

Caroline takes Della’s hand and raises it to her cheek, she nuzzles her cheek into the palm, sighing in contentment. Della watches her as she nuzzles her hand, enjoying the simple intimacy.

Caroline opens her eyes and finally takes in Della’s dress. “Is this what you wore?”

Della laughs. “Yes, it is what an lady of the evening would wear.” Della notices Caroline’s eyes darkening at her form.

“I can imagine you drove Lucas crazy!” Caroline says huskily.

“Yea, well he took me to a back room.” Della squeaks, worried about making Caroline jealous.

The blonde woman hardly flinches. She gives an understanding smile. “I see. I hardly blame him, you look stunning.”

Della’s face heats up. “Uh, thank you.”

Caroline’s eyes move up to Della’s lips. Della feels her heart pound as the minutes tick by.

“May I?” Caroline moves her head closer. Della closes the distance, covering Caroline’s lips on her own. Caroline takes the lead, pressing her body taunt against Della’s, her hands wrapping around her shoulders.

Della rests her hands on Caroline’s waist, letting the woman take control. Caroline flicks her tongue at Della’s opening, and the two tongues are entwined. Della moans into the kiss, sending a shiver of pleasure down Caroline’s spine. Caroline pushes the redhead on the bed, her luscious lips sealing a kiss on Della’s jaw. She moves down, gently kissing her throat.

“Oi!” Lucas’s voice breaks them out of their trance. Caroline glares over at the man, not moving off Della. “Can we help you?”

“You done saying goodnight?” Lucas asks impatiently.

“No.” Caroline bluntly answers.

Lucas smirks, leaning his body into the wall. “Go on. I’ll just watch.”

“Really Lucas?! You perv!” Caroline huffs.

“What?! She’s, my girl.” Lucas is enjoying annoying Caroline.

Caroline sarcastically laughs. “Oh, I see? So, what you told me in your office was a lie? What was it? Caroline, she’s your girl too.”

“Did I?” Lucas keeps poking. Della feels her frustration rise. Hadn’t Lucas given a speech earlier about how he would get along with Caroline? From what Caroline is saying right now, it seems she had agreed to it. To Della, it looked as if the two would be fighting over her like some toy. She screams and frustration and pushes Caroline off her. She grabs her things and stomps to the door.

“Della? Where are you going?” Caroline asks with concern.

“Anywhere but here. I’m not a toy. I will be back when you two can act like adults.” Della states.

“You’re not going anywhere this time of night!” Lucas protests.

“You are telling me what to do Lucas?” Della’s angrily asks.

“Yes, I told you, you’re my girl.” Lucas growls. 

“So, I don’t get a choice? What happens then if you two won’t stop fighting for my time or affection? Am I to be squabbled over like a prize? Or perhaps after a couple of months I will be forced to choose?” Della jabs her finger in his chest. “I’m not your toy.”

“Della, no one is calling you a toy.” Caroline comes to stand next to Lucas. “This is my fault. Lucas and I agreed that he would spend time with you tonight and I would merely get a good night kiss. I took advantage.” Caroline tries to restore the peace. “Please don’t go. I will try to do better with Lucas.”

Della’s eyes shift to Lucas who only nods in response. “Fine. One more chance.”