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Slipping behind the wheel, Rachael relaxed in her seat. A faint frown wrinkled her forehead. "What's wrong?" Gale asked fastening her seatbelt. Shaking her head, Rachael said, "Someone short has been in here."
Gale laughed as her lover adjusted the driver's seat to allow the room needed for her longer legs. "Someone short, huh?" she chuckled. "Damn those short people driving your car." Giving Gale a wicked grin, Rachael nodded in agreement. "I'm telling ya. This car always has the seat way too close to the wheel. How am I supposed to drive with my legs all bunched up like that?"
"It's a mystery. I mean, who would do that?" Rachael shrugged, starting the powerful engine with a rev. "I don't know but, if I catch 'em, someone's getting handcuffed." Offering her wrists, Gale smiled. "Oo, I confess. I did it."
Playfully slapping her girlfriend's hands, Rachael took relief in their playing. It had been a long day and having this chance to unwind with Gale certainly helped a great deal. "Come on," she said forcing herself to be serious. They were going to have a hour long drive north of Dallas to Sarah's country home. "We need to hurry or we are going to be really late. I told Sarah that—"
"Sarah?" Gale held up her hand, putting an end to her lover's sentence. "What are you talking about?" "Sarah... you know my friend for years," Rachael reminded in a sarcasm-filled voice. "The woman that we are meeting."
Gale closed her hazel eyes, taking a long moment to collect her thoughts. Rachael squirmed a bit under the silence emanating from her girlfriend. Silence was never a good sign, she told herself. She waited for Gale to speak and let her in on the reason that she was so upset.
"You forgot; didn't you?" Gale whispered. "Forgot what?" "I told you that we had plans, tonight." Rachael knew that her memory was not always great but, she could not think of anything that she had forgotten. "Yeah, we have plans with Sarah."
"Dammit, Ray! That is not what we were supposed to be doing, tonight!" "Well, then remind me what we are supposed to be doing."
Now, Rachael was upset. She hated, when Gale did that. It was like her girlfriend used some sort of on/off switch with her emotions. "Tell what you are thinking, Gale." "Nothing," the younger woman mumbled.
"You're lying." Rachael arched her eyebrow. "Tell me." "There is nothing to tell. Let's go." "Not until you tell me what you wanted to do." "I had made reservations for us. It isn't anything important, alright."
"If you thought enough to plan something out, then, yes, it is important." Rachael looked down at her watch. "Can we still make it?" Gale turned to look at her lover with a mix of emotions in her eyes. None, more apparent than the surprise which showed so clearly. "Yeah but..."
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"Okay, we'll go," Rachael promised. "Just as soon as we leave Sarah's house." If it were possible for a person to growl as an animal does, Rachael was certain that her lover just had. She reached out touching her girlfriend's neck, knowing that it would calm the woman. That growl slowly turned into a soft purr as her nails lightly scratched along the nape of Gale's neck.
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"I'm sorry, baby, but, this is business. I have to talk to Sarah. Then, I'm all yours." "As you wish." Gale slipped away from Rachael's hand, staring out to the opposite direction. Rachael arched her eyebrow. She hated those words, when said that way. "As you wish," in this particular instance meant that Gale was too weary to fight, that she was hurt but, would let this go because she didn't wish to drag this out any longer than necessary.
"It's going to be a long drive," Rachael grumbled as she pulled out. A long drive, it had most certainly been. Conversation, tense to say the least, turned into arguing which ended the hour long drive in utter silence.
The tall raven-haired woman got out of the black convertible. Rachael let the door close with an audible slam, putting a very dramatic end to the argument that she and her girlfriend were having and had been having for the past half hour. However, in those last ten minutes, her girlfriend had hardly said a word. That was never a good sign. It was always a bit like the calm before the storm. Or— and she hoped that she was wrong about this being the case in this particular instance— it meant that her lover was not angry but, hurt. Either way, it was not good.