Her One Indiscretion

"You are the largest privately held company in the world. There're no shareholders to contend with. You can lose all of the deals in your pipeline and still be okay."

Fiona took a deep breath, "And now I'm going to be that gay CEO. No matter what else I do, I'm going to be the lesbian CEO. That's going to be my epitaph."

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," Mona said quietly.

Fiona flinched, "I didn't mean to say it was a bad thing - I just mean that it's going to be the knee-jerk, one dimensional thing that people are going to think about me."

"That may be true for the first couple of years, but Fiona, that's not the headline anymore when people write about me as CEO of Win-B. At some point, the novelty will wear off. I promise," Mona's tone was no-nonsense, "And honestly, I think people would welcome this news. After all, we've had more than our share of asshole CEOs and sexual predator CEOs dominating our headlines. You and Marlo publicly declaring your love for one another might break social media... in a good way."

Fiona chuckled, "You always know how to pull me back from the precipice... Thanks."

"I'll always be here for you. But I'm booting you off this call because you need to find a way to get into Marlo's pants ASAP!"

Fiona laughed, "Okay... but if this things turns into hell on wheels, you're going to have to help me pick up the pieces - and no charging me those crazy Win-B fees!"

"Deal. Go tell your best friend you're madly in love with her."

Fiona hung up, a big grin on her face. Maybe this isn't going to turn into a shit show.

Another deep breath later, Fiona dialed Marlo's number as adrenaline thumped through her.

"Fiona?" Marlo was moping around in her dad's hotel room.

"Marlo." Fiona's voice quivered with excitement, "I need to see you. Can you meet me in my suite in half an hour?"

"You're done with dinner already? I thought..."

"No, I ducked out early. Not to worry, Gilchrist is still on board... or he should be... my mother's still with him."

Marlo chucked nervously, "Fingers crossed!"

"Have a little faith in me, Dr. Wright, I know what I'm doing." Fiona put a little defensive edge to her tone.

"Oh! I know that Fiona, I guess I didn't expect you to call, you know, after..." Marlo fumbled with her words.

Fiona smiled, enjoying the fact that she was continuing to wrong-foot her friend, "I said we'd catch up later, didn't I? I still haven't got an answer to my original question, by the way."

"Huh?" Marlo tried to rewind the past minute of conversation. Gideon Wright looked up at his daughter's confused face and raised an eyebrow. Marlo tried to focus on what Fiona was asking, "What question?"

Fiona let out a breath, "I said I need to see you. Can you come to my room in, say, about half an hour?"

"Okay... of course. Why?"

With her most imperious voice, Fiona answered, "You picked a fight with me and walked out without talking to me about it. And, technically, I'm your boss. Do I need to give a reason?"

Marlo's mouth hung open. Oh shit. She's pissed at me. She's so pissed at me she pulled rank. Which she's never done before. Shit. I'm toast. Burnt fricking toast. "Uh, no, of course not. I'll be there in half an hour."

Marlo hung up the phone and sighed.

Her dad looked up briefly from the deal documents on his lap, "What was that about?"

"Fiona's done with the Gilchrist dinner early. Seems a bit odd, right?" Marlo tapped the phone against the side of her head.

Gideon Wright turned a page nonchalantly, "Shorter meetings are better meetings, what's odd about that?"

"She wants to see me. In thirty minutes... in her room..."

"Good."

"She's been hot and cold with me all day."

"Then go fix it," Marlo's father replied. He looked at his daughter over the top of his glasses, "And for the love of god, please tell her how you feel. Jacinta and I are ready to tell her ourselves if you don't come out with it soon."

"Wha-?" Marlo's eyes widened, "No. No, no, no, no, no. That's not on the table. No. I've pissed her off enough as it is. This is going to freak her out, like I've been some creepy stalker fan and... NO. I'm not going there."

Gideon took his reading glasses off, "You're underestimating her. Stop being a wimp. Tell her the real reason why you freaked out on her last week. It'll be better. For the both of you. At least it'll be out in the open."

Marlo stared at her father for a couple beats, "I can't, dad."

"She's your oldest and closest friend," Gideon said as he put his glasses back on, "She deserves the truth. Otherwise, you're not much of a friend, are you?"

Marlo stood stock still, her father's words sunk in - fast and deep. Gideon turned back to his paper; he'd said what he'd been wanting to say for a while. The rest was up to Marlo.

"I better go - I shouldn't keep her waiting," Marlo muttered.

Gideon smirked, "Didn't she say she wanted you to get there in thirty?"

"Oh... right." Marlo sank into a club chair opposite her dad. The clock in room mocked her as it steadily... slowly... ticked and tocked through the seconds.

Marlo didn't know what to expect. Fiona had left so abruptly... and now had summoned her so unexpectedly. After the longest wait of her life, Marlo strode through the hotel corridors and quietly knocked on Fiona's door.

There was no answer.

Marlo knocked again. Nothing. She tried the door and found it unlocked. She opened the door and stepped into the room.

Fiona emerged from the bathroom, "Marlo. Thanks for coming. Well timed, too; I just finished my shower." Fiona belted her robe.

Marlo stayed by the door, unsure of Fiona's intentions, "I'm sorry it's been awkward since we fought-"

Fiona held up her hand, "Hold that thought. Could you please lock the door?"

"Huh?" Marlo's brain was tumbling around, there was a look on Fiona's face that was new. Marlo didn't dare name it.

"The door behind you. Please lock it."

Marlo's heart accelerated. She reached behind her and twisted the latch with a definitive click.

"I mean it. I'm sorry we fought," Marlo started again, "I'm sorry I said all those things. I was picking a fight with you and it wasn't fair."

"It was..." Fiona leaned against the arm of the sofa, "... surprising, to say the least. I couldn't figure out what got you so mad about me going to New York. I mean, why was it such a big deal?"

Tell her the truth! A voice screamed inside Marlo's head.

Fiona tilted her head and continued, "... Especially since you had that beautiful brunette running around with you that day... it didn't add up."

"She... uh, she didn't stay. She left."

Fiona lifted her eyebrows, "Oh? She didn't fall under your spell, Dr. Wright?"

Marlo shrugged, "I... uh... she and I are just friends. There's nothing going on between us beyond that."

Fiona's heart leapt, rejoicing at the information. She couldn't resist a little dig, "That's unusual."

Marlo shrugged again, "There was someone else I wanted."

"Ah. That's the Marlo I know," Fiona chided, "and who, pray, did you want?"

Marlo took a deep breath and took the plunge, "Uh... it was someone I picked a fight with... and uh, that someone flew off to New York for a bit."

There it was.

The two women stared at each other. Each of them gazing at the other with an intensity that made words unnecessary.

Fiona's eyes glimmered with happy tears.

Marlo rushed to explain, "I got jealous. I... I overheard your conversation with Mona. About Rowan. And you made plans to go see her. I lashed out. I couldn't bear the idea that you chose her-"

"Stop." Fiona's voice was sharp. She swept a finger under each eye and straightened her back, "Stop. I don't want to talk about our fight."

"Why-?" Marlo was disoriented. She thought she'd get some sort of reaction from her confession. But instead, Fiona was acting like she hadn't heard it at all. Also, there was something different about Fiona's tone of voice, about the way Fiona was looking at her. It was the high-octane version of Fiona that Marlo had fantasized about for years: One part regal, two parts ravenous, all parts sexy. Nothing was making sense. Marlo shook her head in confusion, "I don't understand."

"Your Queen is commanding you to stop." Fiona stated again. She punctuated it with a subtle wink.

Oh my god that's the sexiest thing I've ever experienced. "Yes, er, okay." Marlo whispered.

Fiona walked right up to Marlo, "Don't... move... a muscle. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," Marlo barely moved her lips. Marlo's blue eyes locked onto Fiona's brown ones for a beat before Fiona reached out and placed her hands on Marlo's chest and started to slowly unbutton Marlo's shirt. Marlo couldn't help but flinch with arousal with every brush of Fiona's fingers against her body.

"Stay still, Marlo," Fiona whispered as swept her hands under Marlo's shirt and lifted the shirt up and off Marlo's body, "I think it's high time this happened..."

Fiona breathed out with relish. She'd seen Marlo's torso many, many times before. But now this is all mine. With slightly shaking hands, Fiona reached for Marlo's belt. Her knuckles grazed against Marlo's lower abdomen, and Marlo had to concentrate to not react. Marlo felt Fiona lower her pants and her underwear. Marlo watched Fiona's eyes roaming hungrily up and down her body.

Fiona raised her eyes and saw Marlo looking at her. Here goes nothing, Fiona thought.

For Marlo, the next fifteen seconds happened in extra slow motion. She saw Fiona's hands undoing the belt of her robe, and then miraculously, the robe drifted downwards. Marlo was too stunned to do anything except to stare in wonder at the beautiful woman in front of her.

Fiona hesitated. Why is she just standing there? Oh god, she doesn't like what she sees... Fiona had been fantasizing about falling into Marlo's arms and letting their libidos take over. But now they were both standing there, looking at each other.

Marlo loved being the object of Fiona's gaze. The blonde was accustomed to being admired - her physique and gender presentation were striking, to say the least - but it felt different with Fiona: Marlo felt seen - as a person to be desired, for sure, but also as everything else Fiona knew her to be.

Sensing Fiona's momentary hesitance, Marlo quirked an eyebrow, "May I move now?"

Dumbass! She didn't move because I told her not to! Fiona's face was a picture of flustered awkwardness.

Marlo thought it was adorable.

Fake it till you make it..."Yes," Fiona cleared her throat, "but only to remove your shoes and socks."

Marlo stepped out of the pool of clothing around her feet, kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks. "Now what?" She asked as her mouth sported a crooked grin.

"Well," Fiona gave her head a slight shake, "I think I might just look at you some more..."

"And will browsing turn into something else, ma'am?" Marlo felt something powerful uncoiling inside her. Her instincts were finally pinging on the right frequency again, and they were screaming with delight.

"Hmm, I certainly hope so," Fiona placed her hands on Marlo's collarbone and dragged her fingers across Marlo's shoulders and down her arms.

Four prosaic words, but coming out of Fiona's mouth, those four words were the sexiest come-ons Marlo'd ever heard. Marlo was once again rendered speechless. Fiona's intentional touch on her flesh was almost impossible to process: Elegant hands tracing electric lines of pleasure on her torso, drawing out every intricate detail of Marlo's muscular topography. The tall butch was disoriented for another reason: She was accustomed to being in control, of setting the pace, of being the one making someone else feel good. Now, she was submitting to Fiona's very deliberate exploration of her body. Marlo was surprised by how much she was enjoying it, and how incredibly arousing it was.

Fiona nodded towards the bedroom. "Time to lie down, Marlo..."

Marlo obeyed, and watched with hungry anticipation as Fiona straddled her across her stomach. There was a heat radiating from Fiona that Marlo found irresistible.

"Wow." Marlo started to reach for Fiona, but Fiona shook her head.

Marlo was dying to touch Fiona, but she obeyed. There was something thrilling and provocative about submitting to Fiona. Marlo's lovers had always accepted Marlo's preference to lead, which made Fiona's opening salvo a notable departure from Marlo's usual encounters. And yet... Marlo yielded. Because she'd been asked to... and more importantly, she wanted to.

Fiona lowered her lips to Marlo's and they both moaned with need. It was a first kiss that shut out the rest of the world. Eventually, Marlo couldn't help but run her hands up Fiona's body.

"Not yet, Marlo," panted Fiona. She kissed a path along Marlo's neck and began laying a long winding trail of kisses down Marlo's body. Marlo was shaking with pleasure; she was finding it hard not to move. It would have been impossible for Marlo to guess how much she'd love being kissed like this. Fiona was very quickly losing herself in a fog of sensations. Marlo's skin was warm, smooth, and pulsed with animalistic energy; Fiona had been nervous - given her relative inexperience - but now that her mouth was actually making contact with Marlo's skin, there was nothing but instinct and need.

When Fiona made her way between Marlo's legs, her tongue tipped forward aggressively. Marlo gave a low, rumbling growl of approval; her clit was being lovingly lashed. Fiona's ministrations were perfect: not too fast, nor too slow. Fiona was improvising as best she could, but knew she was succeeding as Marlo's breath hitched and her sex swelled and throbbed. Holy shit, this is amazing... Both women were thinking the same thing as Fiona's caresses intensified. Marlo stopped being able to think shortly after Fiona's fingers found their way inside her.

"Oh!" Marlo's legs opened wantonly. Marlo had never given herself like this to lovers before, but her body was on auto-pilot and her brain was drunk with desire.

It usually took a while for Marlo to get off, but Fiona pitched her into oblivion with seeming little effort.

Fiona stared in awe at Marlo, words ebbing and flowing in her brain ecstatically: handsome, yummy, beautiful, sexy, orgasmic, mine, hers, love, LOVE... love...

Marlo's smile was suppressed momentarily as she mumbled, "You need to gimme a second..."

Fiona lay down next to Marlo and watched the blonde float in the haze of her orgasm's after-glow, "Are you... was that... "

Marlo nodded her head, "No one's managed to do that to me before..."

"Liar," Fiona loved the compliment, but found it hard to believe.

Marlo lazily traced a cross on her chest with her hand, "Swear to god. I mean, I can barely move right now." Marlo opened one eye, "And you can do that full-on royal omnipotence thing anytime you want..."

Fiona blushed.

"That was mind-blowing," Marlo grinned, "I have one request..."

"What?"

"Please don't ever tell me where you learned to do that, I don't think I could bear knowing."

Fiona blushed, "That was, uh, kinda my first time doing that... You know, playing it by ear."

"What?" Marlo's eyes widened, "You never... with...?"

Fiona shook her head, "Nope. She, um, attended to me, and that was it..."

Marlo knew it was infantile, but her heart did a little dance of happiness. She propped herself up on one elbow, "May I have your permission to approach, your majesty?"

"It took you long enough, Marlo..." Fiona nodded. She opened her arms and Marlo rolled on top.

"Holy shit..." Both women said together when their bodies aligned.

"I'd like to 'attend to you' now, majesty... and I intend to win your honor and surpass any other such attempts..."

Fiona started laughing. She stopped very quickly when Marlo began an all-out invasion of Fiona's senses. "Oh my god, Marlo!" Fiona shrieked when Marlo's tongue and thumb found ultra-sensitive spots simultaneously. Marlo kept those two spots humming as her other hand wandered lower, her fingers happily landing on Fiona's clit. Fiona tried to remember to breathe. Her brain was having a hard time catching up with her nerve endings, not to mention the reality check Marlo was deftly providing against Fiona's catalogue of Marlo sex fantasies. Then her climax beckoned, and it beckoned so authoritatively that Fiona thought she would be cleaved in half by it.

"Marlo... you're going to make me come Marlo... inside... inside me... now, Marlo, honey, now... please..."

Marlo obeyed, thrusting her fingers inside. Marlo felt Fiona's inside walls clench with relentless desire. It wasn't long before Fiona came. She came so hard Marlo gasped in awe.

"Wow," Marlo breathed out.

Fiona, in her stupor, reached for Marlo and pulled her close. The two of them lay there, entwined, and relished in breathing each other in.

Fiona couldn't help but smile, "It was you all along... why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you were straight!" Marlo protested, "If there was someone who was supposed to do the telling, it was you!"

"You always said I wasn't your type!"

"I wasn't being honest..." Marlo confessed, "But I didn't know how else to deflect my feelings for you."

Fiona leaned in for a gloriously sexy kiss, "And what feelings do you have for me, Dr. Wright?"

Marlo chuckled, "Oh, the whole spectrum of feelings... from deviant feelings of carnal lust to the loftiest, knee-weakening feelings of mad passionate love..."

"Love!" Fiona yelped, "I didn't know your mouth could say such a word."

"That word..." Marlo said quietly, "was reserved for you. I didn't think you'd ever want to hear it from me."

Fiona scoffed, but her heart was melting, "Ah, it's my fault, is it? I guess I'll have to make it up to you..." She gave Marlo another kiss.

Marlo pulled back and looked intently at Fiona for a moment, "Your majesty..."

Fiona's raised an eyebrow.

"Your majesty, your humble subject requests credit for time served..."

"Marlo...?" Fiona inclined her head inquisitively, "What are you going on about?"

Marlo cleared her throat, "Well, since it took us so long to figure this out, I'd like you to agree to time served... you know, we can skip past the first date, dating, holidays together bullshit..." Marlo took a deep breath, "... in order to get to the 'will-you-please-marry-me' part right now."

Fiona was stunned. This was not what she expected. This was beyond what she expected. "Wait. You're proposing to me? You... Marlo 'there're-many-other-fish-in-the-sea' Wright. Proposing to spend the rest of your life with me?"

Marlo's grin was infectious.

Fiona leaned forward, "You're really serious, aren't you?"

Marlo nodded. For good measure, Marlo rolled off the bed and knelt in front of Fiona, "Seriously. I love you. With every fiber of my being. Will you marry me?"

"Yes," Fiona nodded happily, "Yes, of course... but holy shit Marlo... this means..."

Marlo leapt back on the bed and started pampering Fiona's breasts, "Yes... this means that we're going to have an off-the-charts gay-as-all-get-out wedding and it's going to be amazing... but we don't have to think about that right now..." Marlo's hand cupped Fiona's sex.

Fiona sighed, "I couldn't agree more... no thinking tonight Marlo..."

"Your wish is my command," Marlo said as she ducked under the covers.

Multiple orgasmic hours later, Fiona awoke to the sound of the french doors to the balcony being opened. Marlo's body was smashed up next to hers, her breathing was soft and steady. Who the hell is in my room! We locked the door! When Fiona's eyes focused on the figure by the balcony doors, she shrieked, "MOM!"

Marlo sat bolt upright at Fiona's exclamation.