How Should Lesbian Stories End?

I'm not smiling.

Belle scrunched her eyes, adjusting to the light coming from a fluorescent lamp. Belle covered her eyes with her hands in an attempt to stop the light from forcing its way to her eyes.

Jeez. Who the hell open the light in my room?

She rollover in the opposite direction of the light but instead of getting rid of the light, her ass landed on the ground.

“f**k. It so damn hurts.”

Belle mumbled not fully aware of where she is and sit on the ground. Massaging the sides of her body that hit the ground. 

“Finally you’re awake Ms. Cameron. I thought I’ll wait for you to wake up until morning.”

Bell froze hearing that voice.

Why am I hearing Ms. Woods's voice? Is my mind toying with me?

She opened her eyes and greeted by Aizen’s amused face. She’s sitting at a couch across my direction. She has her hands crossed underneath her breasts and her legs crossed.

The hell, she looks so sexy in that position.

Ahm- What?

“M-Ms. Woods.”

Belle called and look around, figuring she’s not in her room but in her boss’s office.

Belle stood up and bow her head which triggers her headache.

Fuck. My head is killing me, somebody please stop this.

“S-sorry Ms. Woods.”

Belle apologized thinking she did something wrong again.

“Why are you apologizing Ms. Cameron?”

Belle slowly raised her head to keep her posture straight and found Aizen in the same position.

“I-I don’t know neither.”

The smile plastered on Ms. Woods's face grew wider. She stood up from the couch and walked closer to Belle but keeping personal’s space.

“I see. You entered my office at exactly 9:20 am, even if Ms. Lyka tried to stop you, you still went in. When you see me just got out of the shower room and only wrapped in a white towel. You collapsed.”

Belle blushed, starting to remember the scenes earlier.

Oh my God, I’m such an i***t. My stupidity is not doing any good to me.

“And I’ve been waiting for almost 11 hours for you to wake up. It’s already 8:05 in the evening. It’s pretty dark now on the outside and your best friend left first.”

Belle picks up her phone placed on the center table to look at the time. She widens her eyes, seeing that it’s really 8:05 in the evening.

Jeez. Why do I keep messing around when she's near?

“Didn’t I tell you to rest? I told you that it’s an order but instead of resting you stayed awake all night, my secretary told me.”

Belle lowered her head in embarrassment, refusing to look at Aizen and bites her lips in nervousness and guilt. 

Aizen sighed, which shocked Belle because she never sighs. She slightly raised her head and met Aizen’s frustrated eyes again. 

“Come on. I know you’re starving, let’s eat first before I take you home.”

Aizen pulled her on her arm, going outside the office and the building. She almost forgets her bag on her desk. Luckily, Aizen mentions about it. 

Aizen was pissed, frustrated and Belle was aware of that. She knows that she’s the reason and she’s feeling guilty about it.

I’m terrible. I made her wait for almost 11 hours and now she will take me somewhere to eat and later she will take me home. I’m the worst.

But why is she even doing this? She’s my boss, she’s arrogant and she’s not the type of boss or even as an individual who will take care of her employee, treat her and take home. I wonder why. Maybe she pitied me.

Aizen parked her car in front of a diner’s place that has the name of Yukihira.

“Come on, the food’s here is really great.”

Aizen said in a calm voice as she opened the driver seat’s door to go out. Belle followed Aizen who is now on her way to enter the place. The place was pretty small but it is packed with customers. It is a diner owned and run by a Japanese young boy named Yukihira Sōma. After ordering, Belle looks around, smelling other customers' meals that make her starve more.

I'm starving. I haven't eaten any food for the whole day. I hope the food arrives already. 

Aizen patiently waits for their order and slightly tap her fingers on the table. They didn’t talk, just kept exchanging looks from time to time. Not long enough their beef stew orders arrived. Belle immediately digs into the food, forgetting her manners.

Belle noticed that Aizen was looking at her, finding Belle amusing again.

“S-sorry.”

“Just eat.”

Aizen said which Belle immediately followed. They didn’t talk while eating and in an instant, Belle emptied her bowl.

“Want more?”

Aizen asked pushing her bowl to Belle.

Belle blushed at that moment and lowered her head in embarrassment.

“N-No Ms. Woods. I-I’m now full.”

“I doubt that. Come on. Don’t be shy. You can eat the rest of my food too. It’s not like I have a virus and I know that you’re still not full.”

Belle didn’t speak and just shook her head still, have her head lowered.

“Are you going to eat this on your own or I’ll feed you?”

Belle raised her head and bite her lower lips in embarrassment.

Jeez. Why is she so stubborn? I can’t eat this. It’s not like I’m feeling gross or what it’s just embarrassing on my side.

“Okay, I’ll feed you.”

Aizen takes the spoon Belle used and takes a portion of the stew, moving it closer to Belle's face.

Belle's eyes widen in shock and take the spoon on Aizen’s hand.

“I-I’ll feed myself.”

Aizen smiled at her and watched her emptied the bowl.

After a few minutes, Belle was so full. Belle was so satisfied at the Yukihira Diner’s beef stew, you can’t even use any words to explain how delicious it is. Aizen can see on Belle’s face how much she enjoyed the food and she can’t take her eyes off her. Finding her the cutest creature ever alive.

After paying for their meal, they went out and get inside Aizen’s car.

“Where do you live?”

Aizen asked as she buckled her seatbelt and put the gear into reverse.

The ride on the way to Belle’s apartment takes 15 minutes.

“T-thank you, Ms. Woods.”

Belle said as she buckled off her seatbelt. Belle waited for Aizen to say something but she did not and just kept staring at the front.

“I-I’ll go now Ms. Woods. Thank you so much again. Please drive safely on your way home. G-good night.”

Belle was about to open the passenger seat but it was locked. She tried it again but it's really locked. 

Belle's heart beats louder and faster than the usual. She looked back at Aizen to inform her that it was locked and found Aizen already staring at her.

“M-Ms. Woods. T-the door was locked.”

Aizen stared at her intently and Belle found it so uncomfortable.

The two of them stayed quiet for a whole minute until Aizen finally opens her mouth to speak.

“The draft.”

Belle raised her head hearing that but didn’t say a thing. She completely forgets about the draft because of what happened earlier. 

“I’ll approve the new concept.”

Hearing that Belle’s lips stretched into a smile and she almost pulled Aizen in a hug in overflowing happiness but immediately back off when she realized what she is doing. 

“S-Sorry I’m just so happy.”

Aizen didn’t pay attention to that. Her mind was full of questions. She wants to confirm something on Belle and she’s not going home until she had Belle answered those questions.

“The concept, how did you arrive at that concept? You never write a Yuri manga before and you look like you’re not even gay.”

“Or maybe you are?”

Aizen added and mover her face closer to Belle. Close enough to feel the hot breaths of each other on their faces.

Belle turned red in embarrassment and look away at Aizen enticing eyes.

“N-no Ms. Woods. I’m not gay. I’m straight. I swear.”

Aizen moved her face away from Belle, not letting Belle saw the disappointment that suddenly crossed her eyes. She instantly masked it into an amused gaze.

“Then, what crossed your mind to turn the concept into that?”

“It’s- I just- I saw ahm- It’s because of- I”

Belle really doesn’t know how to say the reason why that concept crossed her mind. She doesn’t want Aizen to find out that she witnessed her and their team leader making out. But she can’t come up with any reason now. 

I don’t think she’ll believe me if I said that it just crossed my mind.

Belle was fiddling her fingers on her seat, nervous about the confrontation, and then she remembered something that lighted the bulb on her brain.

“It’s because of my best friend when I was in college. S-she was straight and always hook up with boys but when I saw her yesterday she now had a 7-year girlfriend. A-and I find it amusing.”

Belle looks back at Aizen and found her nods while still looking at the outside then it looks back at her.

“Not because you witnessed me and Quincy making out?”

Aizen smirked at her and for the umpteenth time tonight, she blushed again but it was the most intense one. Belle doesn’t have any idea that Aizen knows. She’s wondering how she knew.

Maybe it was because of the guard or she actually see me. Maybe it’s obvious on my face. Maybeashgvhsgautqwy#$&@gsj

“Hey, Belle.”

Bell startled at Aizen's hands who tap her on shoulders. She’s not aware that she got lost in her thoughts.

Did she just call me on my first name?

“Y-yes?”

 “Don’t think too much. The guard just mentioned to me that you came back that night because you left something and he also said that when you walk out in the building you look like you’ve seen a ghost so I just figured out.”

Aizen chuckled at the last sentence. 

“S-sorry Ms. Woods.”

“It’s okay Belle. It’s getting late now I think you should go now to your apartment and please sleep tonight.”

Oh my, she really addressed me with my first name. Why does my name sound so beautiful when she’s the one saying it?

“Thank you again, Ms. Woods. Please take care on your way back home and good night.”

Belle unlock the passenger door and was about to step outside when Aizen held her on her arm to stop her.

“M-Ms. Woods?”

“Just one thing. Can you please refrain from calling me Ms. Woods when we’re alone or outside the office? And instead, just call me Aizen or Aiz.”

“Eh, but you’re my boss. I should address you properly and professionally.”

Aizen frowned, not liking what Belle just said, so she has no other choice but to use her last card.

“Okay then, I won’t approve your new manga.”

“Eh? Ms. Woods-”

“Aiz or Aizen.”

“Ahm. I really can’t-”

“Okay, take the draft tomorrow in my office. I won’t approve it.”

Aizen said and crossed her arms. Belle bites her lips then heaved a long sigh.

“Okay. I’ll call you now on your first name.”

“Say it.”

Eh?

“Repeat your statement earlier but instead of Ms. Woods. I want you to call me Aizen.”

“What statement?”

“The one with thank you, take care, and goodnight.”

Seriously, I never expected our boss to be this childish. I can’t believe she’s blackmailing me. I can’t believe she’s being unreasonable now. I can’t believe she’s going to turn down my manga just because I don’t agree with the idea of calling her on her first name when we’re alone. She sure is unpredictable.

“I’m waiting.”

Aizen said, still with her hands crossed underneath her chest and looking impatiently at Belle.

Belle sighed, composing herself.

“T-thank you. Please take care on your way back home and good night A-Aizen.”

Aizen’s lips curved upward, forming a smile. Not a cocky one or a playful one, and not just a friendly smile. The smile she just gave Belle was like a smile of a kid who just received a lollipop from her parents. It was genuine and reflecting the emotions that her eyes are showing. And Belle, she can’t stop herself from losing herself again in that smile.

“You’re so cute. You know that?”

Aizen pinched Belle’s both cheeks which instantly gained a groan from her. Belle removed Aizen’s hands from her face and step outside the car.

“Please drive safely.”

She said and closed the door of the passenger seat. She waited for her boss to finally pulled out on the driveway before she makes her way to their building.

I’m not the one who’s cute. She is.

Belle didn’t notice that she’s caressing her cheeks that Aizen pinches and smiling like an i***t.

“My best friend was smiling like an idiot.”

Alexa said as Belle opened the door of their unit and found her best friend standing behind the door waiting for her. She's holding a mirror and looks like ready to sleep now.

“No, I’m not.”

Belle defended and tried to stop herself from smiling.

“Yes, of course not. You’re not really smiling. Really not. There’s no way you will smile right? That would be weird, right? Of course. Now please check your reflection and tell me that you’re really not smiling.”

Alexa brought a mirror on Belle’s face letting her see her reflection.

I told you, I’m not smiling.