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Part 1 - Mixup
Chapter 1 - Emma
Wheezing, Emma dragged her suitcase up the hotel stairs. Exhausted, wet, and freezing cold, she had arrived at her Berlin hotel only thirty minutes earlier, following a nightmare twelve-hour journey during which everything had gone wrong. Huffing and puffing as she climbed the stairs, she glanced at her phone: 11 p.m. She grumbled to herself about public transport and airport delays as she pushed open the door to the 10th floor of the hotel.
Emma had planned to spend the evening enjoying a drink, acclimatising to Berlin's chilly winter weather, and getting an early night. She had hoped to wake up early the next morning and properly begin her sightseeing holiday. Instead, she had spent her evening fighting (almost literally) through a packed airport, waiting for buses that had been delayed by snowfall, and getting lost in the biting cold wind and blinding snow.
Eventually, she had found her way to the hotel. The receptionist, surprised to see her so late, explained that guests were supposed to check in before 10 p.m. Emma described her situation, and after about twenty minutes of the receptionist fruitlessly attempting to contact her manager, she finally gave up and handed Emma the key to her room.
Emma reached the end of the corridor and found her room: 1018. Setting down her suitcase, she unlocked the door and slipped inside, careful not to make too much noise. Most sensible guests would be asleep by now, and she didn’t want to disturb anyone. Bleary-eyed, Emma spotted the double bed at the far end of the room, dimly illuminated by light spilling in from the corridor. She shut the door, dropped her suitcase onto the floor, and began undressing without bothering to turn on the light.
In record time, she shed her heavy winter clothes, leaving her in just the T-shirt and underpants she wore underneath. Tomorrow, she would unpack and properly sort through her clothes. For now, she could sleep as she was. If she went to bed immediately, perhaps she wouldn’t feel entirely exhausted when she awoke at 6 a.m. Not bothering to lift the covers, Emma flopped onto the double bed.
Chapter 2 - Nicole
Nicole jolted awake as something collided with her. She yelped, reflexively trying to leap out of bed but tangled her limbs with whatever had just landed on her. Together she and the thing tumbled to the floor in a heap. She writhed on the floor, trying to disentangle herself from her covers and the mysterious thing. Half-asleep and surrounded by near-darkness, her mind raced to figure out what the hell had happened. Had the ceiling collapsed while she slept?
“What the fuck?!” the thing yelled.
Not a thing, then, Nicole thought. A person—a woman, judging by the voice. But what the hell was a person doing falling on her while she slept?
“Who the hell are you?!” Nicole yelled at the woman.
At the sound of her voice, the other woman stopped wrestling against her, and Nicole managed to extricate herself from the pile of limbs.
“Me? Who the hell are you? What the fuck are you doing in my room?” the woman demanded.
“Your room?” Nicole responded, “You’re in my room! Why the hell would I be sleeping in your room?”
Nicole heard the woman stand up and move toward the wall, presumably searching for a light switch. Lying on the floor, still tangled in her duvet, Nicole slowly remembered where she was—a hotel in Berlin. This woman must have been drunk or confused and had stumbled into the wrong room by mistake.
The woman finally found a switch, flooding the room with light. Nicole squinted into the glare as her eyes adjusted. After a few blinks, she made out the woman standing across the room. She looked to be in her mid-twenties—maybe twenty-five, like Nicole. She was pretty, with an hourglass figure and windswept, chest-length red hair. She wore nothing but a white T-shirt and pale pink panties.
The woman stood motionless, mouth agape, staring at Nicole sprawled on the floor. Why isn’t she saying anything? Nicole wondered. The woman wasn’t looking at her face, Nicole realised, but at her chest. What the fuck is she staring at? Nicole glanced down and felt heat rush to her face. In the chaos, she’d forgotten how she’d been sleeping. Groggy and confused, she was lying stark naked beside her duvet.
Chapter 3 - Emma
Emma stood frozen, a mix of shock, annoyance, confusion, and an odd sense of embarrassment, as the naked woman scrambled to her feet and clutched her duvet around herself. The woman resembled Emma in build, height, and likely age. The main difference was her hair—shoulder-length, straight, and black compared to Emma’s slightly longer, wavier red. Her skin was an olive tone, a shade darker than Emma’s pale complexion. Emma’s gaze briefly lingered on the woman’s chest; she guessed her to be a C-cup—not far off from Emma’s own Ds.
Emma felt a wave of absurd embarrassment, instinctively wanting to look away to respect the woman’s privacy. But in her shock, she couldn’t. Besides, wasn’t this her room? What right to privacy did the woman have from her?
After composing herself for a couple of seconds, the nude woman spoke. “Look, this is my room. I checked in earlier this evening,” she explained, “This is room 1018. You’re going to have to leave.”
Emma frowned. Had she gotten the wrong room? She had been pretty groggy earlier. Pulling her key from her pocket, she checked the fob: 1018. Maybe she’d read it upside down? No, that didn’t make sense—this hotel definitely didn’t have an 81st floor.
“No, 1018 is my room, see?” she said, passing the key over to the woman. “You must have come into the wrong room when you checked in.”
The woman frowned at her key and walked over to the bedside table, careful to keep a hold of her improvised covering. She pulled out her own key and looked at the fob, her brow furrowing even more. She held out the key for Emma to read: 1018.
Emma stared at the pair of keys, confused. “I guess the receptionist must have made a mistake with the keys. She gave one of us the wrong one.”
The other woman raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, you’re probably right. If you head back down to reception, she can give you the right one.”
Emma thought about this. “You should come down too,” she said. “It might be that they gave you the wrong key, and mine is the correct one.”
The stranger looked like she might argue, but Emma added, “They might give us a partial refund to apologise for the mix-up.”
The woman paused, then smiled wryly. “Alright, fine. Just give me five minutes to put some clothes on.”
*
Thirty minutes later, the receptionist had pieced together what had happened: Room 1018 had been double-booked. Both Emma and the other woman, Nicole, had legitimate bookings for the same room. Overwhelmed, the receptionist had retreated to the back office, frantically making phone calls to her higher-ups to resolve the situation.
Emma and Nicole sat in the lobby, now dressed more appropriately. Nicole had thrown on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, while Emma had slipped back into the trousers she had worn earlier.
They’d been sitting in silence for a few minutes when Nicole turned to look at her.
“Hey,” she said, “I’m sorry if I was rude to you back there. It’s not your fault they mixed up the rooms.”
Emma was pleasantly surprised to hear the other woman extend an olive branch. “Hey, no worries. I’d be pretty tetchy too if someone jumped on top of me in the middle of the night.”
Nicole laughed. “Yeah, to be fair, you did scare the shit out of me.”
“Maybe I could buy you a cup of coffee tomorrow to make up for it?” Emma offered.
Nicole raised an eyebrow before breaking into a grin. “Usually, I expect someone to buy me a drink before they jump into bed with me. But I suppose I can make an exception this time.”
Chapter 4 - Nicole
“Alright, coffee it is!” Emma said, grinning.
Nicole leaned back in her chair, feeling unexpectedly pleased. As frustrating as this ordeal had been, it was comforting to think she might have made a new friend out of it. Plus, she’d scored a free coffee and a great story to share with her friends back home.
As Nicole mused, the door to the back office swung open, and the receptionist—her name tag read “Heidi”—hurried out, looking flustered. “I’m so sorry, guys,” she said, “I’ve tried calling my bosses, but none of them are answering. I might not be able to fix this until tomorrow morning.”
Emma glanced at her phone. “It already is tomorrow morning. That’s okay, I guess we can speak to you again in the morning to get it straightened out? For now, maybe I can just sleep in one of the other rooms without guests in it?”
“That’s the problem,” Heidi admitted, “There aren’t any empty rooms. We’re fully booked for the week. I hate to ask, but is there anywhere else either of you could stay—just for tonight—until we can sort this out?”
Nicole frowned. “Anywhere else? In a foreign country, past midnight? Unless you’re expecting me to sleep on the streets, I don’t see where I could go. Unless you have somewhere else to stay?”
She looked at Emma. Emma shook her head.
“Maybe one of you could sleep down here?” Heidi asked, “I’m really sorry, I know this isn’t ideal, but I really don’t know what else to suggest.”
Emma and Nicole looked at each other and then looked around the lobby. Apart from the two chairs they were in, there wasn’t really anything down here to sleep on.
“Whichever one of us ends up sleeping down here is gonna have a pretty terrible night’s sleep,” Emma said, “How do you propose we decide which of us gets stuck down here?”
“You could fight for it?” Heidi suggested, forcing a smile. “Sorry, bad joke. I don’t really know what to say. Flip a coin or something?”
Emma and Nicole exchanged a smirk at the absurd suggestion of fighting for the room. Nicole glanced back at Heidi. She didn’t look much older than them, and certainly had not expected that tonight would go the way it had. The poor woman looked like she was about to burst into tears.
“Look, it’s alright,” Nicole said, making a sudden decision. “We can share the room.”
The two other women looked at her in surprise. “Really?” they both exclaimed in unison.
“Yeah, there’s a comfy-looking sofa in there,” Nicole suggested. “It beats sleeping outside—or down here. What do you think?”
Emma pondered this for a moment, then broke into a smile. “Yeah, I think I can live with that.”
Heidi visibly relaxed. “Thank you so much! I’ll speak to my bosses in the morning—they’ll definitely offer you both a discount for the trouble.”
“They’d better,” Nicole quipped, standing up. She glanced at Emma with a grin. “Shall we head to bed, roomie?”
Emma chuckled and got to her feet. “Gladly.”
Part 2 - Tension
Chapter 5 - Emma
By the time they’d both gotten back to their shared room and gotten ready for bed, it was approaching 1 in the morning. Emma finished brushing her teeth and stepped out of the bathroom, only to freeze. Nicole was bent over the sofa, arranging a spare duvet and pillow into a makeshift bed. She had stripped off her outer clothes and was now wearing only a white tank top and a pair of lacy black panties. The fit did not leave a lot to the imagination, and Emma was treated to quite the view of her new friend’s backside as she bent over the couch. She couldn’t help but note that it was quite an impressive one.
Nicole straightened up, hand on her hips, admiring her handywork. “Doesn’t look too bad, does it?” she commented.
Emma smirked to herself “No, it certainly doesn’t!”
Nicole turned around to look at Emma, who couldn’t tear her eyes away from her roommate’s underwear.
Nicole gave a sheepish smile “Sorry, if I’d known I’d be sharing a room, I’d have packed pyjamas. All I’ve got are jeans, and, well, since you’ve already seen me naked…”
Emma smiled back. She was wearing a much more modest pink pyjama top and matching bottoms. “No worries” she replied “Not like you should have prepared for this.”
After a moment’s thought, Emma pulled off her pyjama bottoms, revealing pink panties that showed off a fair amount of her own backside. She twirled playfully, meeting Nicole’s startled expression. “It’s only fair,” she said with a grin. “I did see you naked earlier.”
After a pause, Nicole smiled back “I guess that’s only fair.” She looked Emma up and down. Emma tried not to feel uncomfortable
Nicole smiled mischievously. “Be honest, you were just waiting for an excuse to get your ass out again! I have to admit, it is pretty good. Might even be nearly as big as mine.”
Emma grinned through her blush. “Right back at you. Those thighs look like they could crush a watermelon. And speaking of melons, you’re not doing too badly up top either. Maybe we should ditch our tops too?”
It was Nicole’s turn to blush. “Maybe after coffee. You never know where things will lead”.
Emma tried to respond, but was interrupted by a yawn. “God, I’m exhausted. As much as I’d love to stay up all night talking about each other’s private parts, I think we should go straight to sleep.”
Nicole stifled her own yawn. “Yeah, me too. Goodnight!”
“Goodnight!”
They both took a step towards the bed and almost collided with one another. They stood there for a second, staring at each other, the atmosphere suddenly tense.
“Uh, what are you doing?” Emma asked.
“Getting in bed. What are you doing?”
“I’m getting in the bed. I thought you were taking the sofa?”
“Why would I be sleeping on the sofa? I was in that bed first.”
“Yeah, but it makes more sense for me to have the bed tonight. I’ve been travelling for hours, and I was planning on waking up early tomorrow.”
“Well, I’m getting up early tomorrow too. Why does that mean you should get special treatment?”
They stood toe-to-toe, the tips of their noses nearly touching, glaring at each other. The previously jovial atmosphere had disappeared in an instant. The tension that had replaced it could be cut with a knife.
After a few seconds of glaring at one another, Nicole took a step back, putting some space between the two of them. Emma also took a step back, and the tension was released slightly. After a moment, she broke the awkward silence.
“Okay then, we aren’t going to sort this out by arguing. How do we decide which one of us gets the bed?”
Nicole thought for a second. “Why don’t we do what that receptionist suggested?”
Emma flushed red. “We fight for it?”
“No!” Nicole said, blushing. “I meant we should flip a coin.”
“Oh,” Emma blushed even harder at the misunderstanding. For a second there, she’d imagined the two of them duking it out for the right to sleep in the bed. “Well, do you have a coin to flip?”
“No, I only have cash.”
“Me neither,” Emma said, half smiling, “Well, I guess we will have to fight for it.”
It was Nicole’s turn to blush at the suggestion of a fight. She shot back a half smile of her own. “Alright then. No eye-gouging or biting, hair-pulling is allowed. First to submit has to take the sofa. That work for you?”
Emma blushed once again, imagining the two of them rolling around on the hotel room floor, pulling each other’s hair until one gave in. “Damn, I like a bit of biting,” she joked. “But I think I can agree to those terms.”
Nicole crouched slightly in a fighting stance, holding up her hands in mock claws. “Alright, but I should warn you, I have an older sister. I’m no stranger to a good catfight.”
Emma mimicked her stance. “Hah, well I have an older brother. I’ve done my fair share of wrestling as a kid.”
“Hah, a fight between two girls is way more vicious than one with a boy. You’ve got no idea what you’re in for.”
“Oh, I didn’t say I’d never been in a catfight before. I went to an all-girls’ school; you wouldn’t believe the catfights that I’ve seen. I’ve fought three other girls at once before. One-on-one is nothing to me.”
“All-girls? Then what the hell was there for you all to fight over? I went to a mixed school. Nothing is more vicious than a catfight over a boy.”
“Trust me, you put a bunch of girls in a building with nowhere else to direct those hormones, they’ll end up directing them at each other. Your choices are sex or fighting. Sometimes both at once.”
“How the hell do you fight and have sex at the same time?”
“Damn, you are inexperienced!”
Emma suddenly realised that she and Nicole had started circling each other unconsciously while they bantered. She wasn’t sure when this had started, or who had started it. When this conversation had begun, she’d been joking about fighting Nicole. But the longer it went on, the less it seemed like a joke.
Chapter 6 - Nicole
Nicole couldn’t believe how quickly things had escalated. When she’d started talking, the idea of fighting this woman had been a joke, intended to break the tension. But they’d both kept escalating, circling each other, throwing trash talk back and forth; it felt like a game of chicken, each daring the other to back down first. For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, Nicole didn’t want to be the one to fold.
Suddenly, Emma stopped circling and stood up straight, breaking the tension. Nicole followed suit. She felt a weird mix of emotions: relief as the tension eased, a smug sense of pride for ‘winning’ the bizarre game of chicken, and… disappointment? Why was she disappointed? Was she seriously upset about missing out on a hair-pulling match with a woman she’d just met?
Emma interrupted her train of thought. “Alright, no coins to flip, and it’s definitely too late for an all-out brawl. How about we just share the bed?”
Nicole stared at her, surprised. “Share the bed?”
“Yeah. You said you had a sister. Surely you’ve shared a bed with her before?”
“Well, yeah, but…”
“What’s the matter, Nic? Never shared a bed with a stranger before?”
“Well, yeah, I have, but… never with someone I’ve only known for a couple of hours. And never with another woman, either.”
“Damn. You’re missing out. Either way, I’ve already seen you naked. What could be the harm in sharing a bed?”
Nicole couldn’t really argue with that logic. She wasn’t entirely sure why the concept of sharing a bed with this woman made her so apprehensive.
She shrugged, pushing her reservations to the side. “Alright then. Me at the top, you at the bottom?”
It was Emma’s turn to look confused. “Top? Bottom? What are you talking about?”
“It’s how my sister and I used to share a bed. We’d stick a pillow at each end—one sleeps with their head at the headboard, the other at the foot. Mum made us do it to stop us fighting over pillow space, although we just ended up arguing about who got the ‘top’. You know what siblings are like.”
Emma thought about this for a moment, then grinned at her. “Alright, sounds like fun,” she said, walking over to the sofa to grab the other pillow.
Part 3 - Bedfellows
Chapter 7 - Emma
Emma slid into the bed after Nicole, who had shuffled across to the other side, close to the wall, to give her ample space.
Nicole peered over the duvet. “Got enough space, Em?”
“Plenty. You?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
Nicole reached for the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. “Goodnight, Em.”
“Goodnight, Nic.”
Emma rolled over onto her side, facing the outline of Nicole, reflecting on the unexpected end to the day. It wasn’t long before she heard her bedmate’s heavy breathing, already asleep. Not long after that, Emma too gave in to her exhaustion and fell asleep.
*
Emma jolted awake, disoriented. Where was she? What had woken her? She raised her hands to rub her eyes—only to bump into something solid. That’s when she noticed the pressure on her face.
The events of the previous day came flooding back: the girl in her bed, the decision to share a room, the strange pseudo-fight they’d had, and their decision to share a bed. For a second, she wondered if it had all been a dream. That was when realised what was pressing against her face—Nicole’s bare foot. Her heel was planted on Emma’s chin, her toes tickled her forehead.
Emma recoiled slightly in horror. She listened for the sound of Nicole’s breathing; still asleep, it seemed. She considered waking the other woman but decided against it. Instead, she gently pushed the intruding appendage back to its side of the bed. She imagined telling her new friend about what had woken her in the morning and smiled to herself. With that, she put her head back down on the pillow and drifted back to sleep.
She’d barely drifted back to sleep before something brushed her lip. Groggy, she blinked in confusion. At first, she wasn’t sure exactly what it was, until she felt the thing move—it was Nicole’s big toe.
She recoiled again. Reaching up, she felt for the other woman’s position. It seemed like Nicole had spread her entire right leg out in her sleep, her bare lower leg invading Emma’s side of the bed, pressing against her chest.
This was the second time this had happened, and Emma was beginning to feel irritated. She poked Nicole’s leg to wake her up. No luck.
“Hey, Nic.” she whispered, nudging the other woman. Still nothing.
Fed up, Emma decided to fight fire with fire. She stretched out her leg and, with precision born of sheer annoyance, planted her big toe squarely on Nicole’s cheek.
Chapter 8 - Nicole
Nicole jolted awake, something prodding her cheek.
“Huh? What?” she mumbled groggily, blinking into the darkness.
“Hey,” Emma whispered sharply from the foot of the bed. “You need to move your leg. It’s on my side.”
“What? No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is.” Nicole felt a jab at her foot. “You woke me up poking me in the face with your toes.”
“Alright, fine. Sorry,” Nicole muttered irritably. “But couldn’t you just push my leg out of the way instead of waking me up?”
“I did,” Emma hissed back, her whisper rising in volume. “Then you did it again.”
Nicole moved her leg back to her side of the bed. “Better?”
“Much”
“Alright fine, now be quiet so I can get some sleep”
Emma huffed irritably, but said nothing else. Nicole considered continuing bickering with the woman, but decided against it. She really wanted to get some sleep.
*
Nicole woke, disoriented and claustrophobic. Her face and body were squashed against the wall. She squirmed, trying to back away, but something blocked her path. Twisting her neck, she peered over her shoulder to make sense of the situation.
When her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw the problem; her bedmate Emma’s ass had migrated onto her side of the bed. The woman was bent almost into an L shape, her head and feet still on her side, her butt sticking out and pressing up against Nicole’s. Nicole could feel the other woman’s almost bare cheeks pressing against her own
Nicole huffed. She remembered how petty Emma had been about her feet earlier, the hypocrite. Emma had woken her up to get her to move. Nicole briefly considered paying her back in kind, but decided against it. Better to claim the moral high ground later.
Bracing herself with both hands against the wall, Nicole tried to shove Emma’s ass back where it belonged using her own. She felt herself gaining ground as her bedmate started to slide across the bed away from her.
Suddenly, Emma’s body tensed up. Nicole froze, afraid that she’d woken the sleeping woman. She felt Emma moving against her, muttering in her sleep, their bare backsides rubbing together slightly. Somehow, still seemingly asleep, she pushed back against Nicole’s ass, shoving her back against the wall. Nicole heard her heavy breathing resume.
Fuck this Nicole thought, really irritated now. Determined, she planted her palms against the wall and delivered a decisive thrust with her hips, ramming her ass into Emma’s and sending her skidding back to her own side of the bed in one firm motion.
Chapter 9 - Emma
For the third time tonight, Emma awoke with a start. This time, she felt something ramming into her ass, launching her across the bed.
“What the hell!” she yelped, craning her neck around to see what had happened.
“You were on my side of the bed!” Nicole replied, irritation in her voice.
“No I’m fucking not!”
“You were on my side! Your fat ass was crushing me against the wall. I had to shove you back onto your side.”
Emma grit her teeth at the not-so-subtle jibe at the size of her butt. She couldn’t let that one slide. “You couldn’t have just pushed me back across gently instead of ramming into me in the middle of the night? That really fucking hurt by the way! Getting rammed by your bony butt is like being stabbed”.
“I tried that, but you were too fucking heavy for me to push across! Anyway, you woke me earlier with your gross fucking feet. What the hell are you complaining about?”
“My feet are NOT gross! Anyway, I only did that because you woke me up with your gross ass feet.”
As they bickered, Emma began to shuffle back over to the centre of the bed, away from the edge. As she did, she felt her mostly bare ass collide with Nicole’s. Both women tensed up immediately at the unexpected contact.
“Hey!” Emma exclaimed “Move the fuck over! You’re on my side of the bed”.
“I am not!” Nicole replied “This is my side! You move over.”
“No, this is my side. Move!”
“This is my side!”
“MY SIDE!”
“MOVE!”
“YOU MOVE!”
Emma punctuated the last yell by pulling back and thrusting out her ass, ramming into Nicole’s and pushing her back.
Nicole yelped. “Fuck you!”. She counter thrust her own ass, ramming into Emma and pushing her back again. Emma retaliated in kind, pushing Nicole back before being pushed back once again.
They kept on like this, each pulling back and ramming their backsides into each other’s over and over, pushing each other back away, both grunting with each collision. Emma reached out her arms and grabbed ahold of the bed frame, using it for extra leverage. Nicole reached out for the wall to prevent herself from being shoved back too far.
Again and again they thrusted, slapping their asses together, their exposed cheeks jiggling with each impact. After one particularly powerful thrust from Nicole, Emma was pushed to the edge of the bed. She took a second to regain her composure and pulled back ready for a similarly powerful thrust. In the time it had taken for her to pull together, Nicole had also pulled back, hoping to push Emma completely off the bed with one good thrust of her own.
They both thrust out their asses at the same time, colliding in the middle of the bed. They both gasped, feeling their cheeks compress under the pressure. They lay there for a moment, the sudden collision shocking them out of their state of mutual violence. Then, Emma felt Nicole exerting pressure on her backside. Emma growled and returned the favour, pushing into the rival cheeks as hard as she could.
They both lay there, pushing into one another. Emma again grabbed hold of the bed frame for leverage while Nicole placed both her hands and feet against the wall. Both pushed against each other, grunting and groaning under the exertion, their ample cheeks flattening as the two women strained.
“Stay the fuck on your side” Nicole grunted.
“You stay the fuck on your side” Emma replied through gritted teeth.
Fuck you!”
Fuck you!”
Emma felt herself slowly being pushed onto her side of the bed. Nicole was pushing against the wall with both her hands and her feet, while Emma was only holding on to the bedframe with her hands. Nicole had the advantage in this situation for sure. Emma considered putting her feet against the opposite bed frame as well, but the frame wouldn’t give her nearly as much leverage as the wall did for Nicole. She had a better idea.
Emma bent her right knee, swinging her foot back. Instead of kicking Nicole in the back of the head, she swung her foot past her right ear, and brought it back towards her face. She felt her foot connect with a satisfying slap.
Chapter 10 - Nicole
Nicole felt something slap against her face and yelped. The surprise made her lose focus on the ongoing butt battle, and Emma was able to force her well onto her side of the bed.
“HAH!” Emma exclaimed, triumphantly.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” yelled Nicole, “You kicked me in the fucking face!”
She rolled over onto her back and sat up in bed, looking down at the other woman.
“You kicked me in the face first!” Emma said. She too rolled over onto her back and sat up. Their faces were now inches apart, glaring at each other, their eyes adjusted to the darkness.
“I did not!” Nicole growled
“You did so! You did it twice while I was asleep!”
“That doesn’t count as a kick!”
“Yes it fucking does”
“No it doesn’t! You’d know if I’d kicked you. It’d feel like THIS!” With the last word, Nicole leaned back, bringing her right leg up into the air. She thrust her leg forwards, smacking the sole of her right foot into Emma’s cheek. Emma shrieked as she was pushed back down to the bed. Nicole maintained the pressure on her face, pinning it to the bed with her foot.
“FUCK YOU!” Emma mumbled, her voice muffled by Nicole’s heel. Emma brought her own right leg up, and Nicole felt a foot slapping into her face and pushing her down to the bed.
“FUCK YOU!” she retaliated, pressing her foot into Emma’s face harder, pushing her face down into the mattress. Emma responded in kind. Nicole felt Emma pressing her heel into her chin, her toes flexing. She did the same to Emma’s face.
They lay there, side by side, grunting and mashing their feet into one another’s faces, pushing each others’ heads back as far as possible. Soon, both women had brought their other foot into the fray. They kicked and pushed and jabbed at each other’s faces, with their feet. They used their hands to try to block their opponents' assault, and hands and feet clashed. They slapped at each others’ feet and interlocked fingers with toes, grappling hand vs. foot for dominance. The sound of grunting and the slapping of sole against cheek filled the room.
After a particularly well-aimed jab at her face, Nicole managed to jab her toes into Emma’s mouth. Mortified, she reflexively drew her foot back away from her face, but the damage was done.
“You dirty bitch!” Emma yelled, and jabbed her own toes into Nicole’s mouth. Her anger overtaking her embarrassment, Nicole responded in kind, sticking her own foot back into her bedmate’s mouth.
They lay there for a while, one foot wriggling in each other’s mouth, the other interlocked with each other’s hand, still wrestling away. They both brought up their free hand and tried to pull the foot out of their own mouth to no avail. It seemed, for a while, like this would end in a stalemate. Nicole considered suggesting a truce with Emma, bringing their battle to an end. All thought of peace left her mind, however, when she felt a sharp pain as teeth dug into her toes.
Chapter 11 - Emma
She hadn’t meant to do it; she’d simply seen red while the conflict continued, and bitten down out of instinct. Not hard enough to draw blood, but clearly hard enough to hurt as Nicole wrenched her foot out of her mouth immediately, squealing in pain. For a second, they lay completely still, silent. Emma considered apologising and hopefully ending this fight before it got even more out of hand. Then, she felt a pain in her foot as Nicole bit down on it, and the fight was back on.
The fight had now reached a new phase; as the two women continued to kick at each other's upper bodies, they bit and scratched at each others’ toes and feet. They were now turned to face each other, no longer lying on their backs side by side. They wrapped their arms around each others’ legs in an attempt to keep their feet at bay. They began rolling on the bed, trying to get on top of one another. When one woman got on top, they would use their feet to shove their opponent’s face into the bed, until inevitably, they would roll over again.
Their duvet had long since fallen from the bed and their pyjama tops had ridden up, exposing each of their midriffs. Emma felt the bare flesh of her thighs press against Nicole’s belly as they rolled, Nicole’s own thighs pressing into her stomach. They continued to scratch and bite at each others’ bare feet and legs as they rolled on the bed, silent but for the grunts of pain and exertion that blended with the creaking of their hotel bed.
Suddenly, after a particularly violent roll, the bed beneath them seemed to vanish. The two women found themselves toppling off the side of the bed, breaking apart when they hit the floor. For a minute, they lay side by side, head to toe, breathing heavily with exertion, both women winded from their battle.
Part 4 - Brawl
Chapter 12 - Nicole
Lying on the carpeted floor gave Nicole a much-needed chance to catch her breath. She hadn’t realised in the adrenaline of the fight how tiring it had been. Once her breath was caught, she staggered to her feet. She walked over to the wall beside the bed, and flicked the lightswitch. The glare of the light temporarily blinded her. Once her eyes had adjusted, she surveyed the scene in front of her.
Their bed was bare save for a sheet, their pillows and duvet having been thrown across the room a surprising distance. While her eyes adjusted to the light, Emma had also stood up. Her red hair was a tousled mess, matching Nicole’s own tangled black locks. Her face was red, partially from the exertion, but Nicole could also make out several red footprints where she had struck a particularly solid kick. Her bare legs, shins and especially her feet were covered in long scratches and bite marks. Nicole stared in shock; had she really done that?
She looked down at her own legs and saw a similar story. She felt a spike of rage as she imagined returning home and explaining to her friends and family where the marks had come from. She raised her eyes to meet Emma’s and saw a similar anger in the redhead’s eyes as she too finished surveying the damage.
“You fucking bitch” Emma yelled “Look what you fucking did!”
“Bitch, you did the same thing to me!” Nicole yelled back.
“Yeah, well you did worse to me than I did to you!”
“You were the one who fucking started the biting!”
“Well, you were the one who started kicking!”
“No I fucking wasn’t, you kicked me first!”
“No, you kicked me first in your sleep!”
“That wasn’t my fault you dumb bitch!”
“Yes it was you stupid whore!”
“Slut!”
“cxnt!”
As their argument got more intense, the two women had stepped towards each other. They stood face to face, the tips of their bare toes touching, their chest and noses pressed together. Before long, the two women had stopped using words at all and were just glaring into each other’s eyes, growling and snarling like wild animals.
Chapter 13 - Emma
Suddenly, as if some inaudible bell had rung, the two women struck. Emma reached her hands up around Nicole’s back and grabbed a handful of black hair. She felt pain in her own scalp as Nicole did the same. They both moaned in pain as the other woman pulled down on their hair, their heads craning back, their chests still pressed together by their arms wrapped around each other’s backs.
“You bitch!” Emma shouted “Let go!”
“You fucking let go, cxnt!” Nicole shouted back.
“YOU let go!”
“NO YOU!”
“YOU!”
Suddenly, as if obliging, the two women released their grips on one another. They both took a step back, crouching slightly, holding out their hands like claws. Neither saying a word, they began to circle one another. Emma remembered a similar scene from earlier, when the two had circled one another, talking about fighting over the bed. Back then, their bickering had been at least half joking. Now, any air of levity was gone; this fight was for real.
Suddenly, the women charged. Their bodies slammed together, hands immediately finding hair again. They both grabbed a handful of hair at each side of their opponents head, yanking hard. They tugged at each other’s hair, wrenching their heads left and right. They stumbled across the room, tearing at one another’s hair, stamping on each other’s bare feet.
Suddenly, Emma’s back hit the wall. Nicole pushed in close, pinning her there. Emma immediately released Nicole’s hair and brought her hands up to shove her opponent away, but Nicole was ready for that; she released Emma’s hair and brought her own hands up, interlocking her fingers with Emma’s. After a brief contest of strength, Nicole was able to force her hands against the wall above her head.
She held Emma there, back against the wall, hands pinned above her head. She stood close, their toes touching, Nicole’s resting gently atop Emma’s.
“Had enough?” Nicole growled”
Emma squirmed in vain “Not even close!” she replied.
Nicole’s eyes narrowed, “Give up!” she demanded.
“Not a chance!” Emma yelled; she brought her leg up to her chest, bending at the knee. She managed to force her foot between the two, placing it against Nicole’s exposed midriff and shoving as hard as she could.
The force of the kick sent Nicole flying across the room. Their fingers intertwined, Emma flew after her. Stumbling backwards, Nicole stepped on the discarded duvet and slipped on the soft material. She stumbled over backwards, dragging Emma with her. She landed on the floor on her back, and Emma landed on top. Their fingers still locked, Emma slammed her rival’s hands to the floor. Yes!, she thought.
Chapter 14 - Nicole
On her back on the floor, the other woman’s weight pressing down on her, Nicole was now the one being pinned. She saw the look of triumph in her rival's eyes.
Nicole knew that if she allowed herself to be pinned, she would lose. With all her strength, she used her legs to dislodge Emma, throwing her to the side. She rolled on top of Emma, attempting to pin her to the floor. Unfortunately, Emma wasn’t about to let this happen any more than she was. They continued to roll and slammed into the bedside table, most of its contents crashing to the floor around them.
The two brawlers didn’t care. They continued to roll on the carpet, a ball of feminine fury. They released each other’s hands and found hair again, tugging as they rolled, pulling each other’s faces close, their cheeks mashing together. Their legs intertwined, squeezing one another’s thighs like boa constrictors. Their tops rode up as they brawled, now bare belly to bare belly, across the floor. Occasionally, one woman would gain the advantage, getting on top and pinning their opponent to the floor, until the pinned woman bucked with her legs, throwing the other off and continuing their roll.
They rolled and rolled, occasionally crashing into the walls and furniture. They hit their suitcases, and they toppled over, spilling winter clothes and underwear across the battlefield. They hit the bedside table again, and a lamp and some more of their personal effects joined the two women on the floor. Clumps of red and black hair, successfully torn from the scalps of the fighters littered the battlefield amidst the carnage.
Slowly, the brawlers began to tire. Their rolling became less of a frantic back and forth and became sluggish. Soon, neither had the energy to roll anymore. They lay side by side in a mutual bear hug, hands in each other’s hair, legs intertwined, neither willing to release the other and concede the fight.
“Had …. enough?” Emma asked between gasps for air.
“Not…. even…. close” Nicole responded. “You…. ready…. to quit?”
“You…. wish!”
Nicole felt her opponent tighten her grip on her hair, and she returned the favour.. Neither tug was particularly strong, but it was enough to re-affirm that their battle was not yet over.
Chapter 15 - Emma
For a while they simply lay there, clenching each other’s hair, huffing and puffing. To an onlooker, the two women could have been mistaken for lovers, lying on the ground in one another’s arms, bare legs intertwined, staring deep into each other’s eyes. This was far from reality however. Temporarily unable to fight each other physically but unwilling to concede, the two prone women had turned to different tactics.
Arms wrapped around one another, they squeezed as hard as they could, pulling their bodies close. Their breasts and their bare bellies flattened against their opponent’s. They pressed their faces as close together as they could, forehead-to-forehead, nose to nose, even their lips touching. They stared each other down, silently willing the other to concede. They were both too stubborn.
Nicole was the first to break the silence “Fuck you Emma” she spat. Emma could feel her opponents lips moving against her own. “None of this would have happened if you hadn’t come into my room in the middle of the night.”
“Fuck you Nicole!” Emma shot back “This is my room as much as it is yours. Besides, if you’d just let me have the bed earlier, everything would have worked out fine.”
“Fuck you bitch, I was in the bed first. You should have just slept on the sofa instead of being a petulant child”
Emma laughed mirthlessly “Oh, I’m a child? I thought we could share the damn bed like adults, but you couldn’t keep your goddamn feet to yourself.” Emma punctuated her point by writhing one of her tangled legs, kicking at Nicole’s bare feet.
“Like you can fucking talk! At least I can keep my ass to myself!” Nicole released her grip on Emma’s hair, instead reaching down and grabbing at her ass, digging her nails into the soft flesh exposed by her underwear.
Emma squealed “Oh, you BITCH!” She too released her grip on the hair and started grabbing at the exposed cheeks of her rival.
They lay together, squeezing and clawing one another’s asses, their legs writhing like mating cobras. Somehow, their legs untangled enough for the soles of their feet to meet. Soon, they had managed to interlock their toes and were fighting a war on two fronts; hands scratching asses, and feet wrestling feet, all the while continuing to spit insults at one another.
They continued in this way for a while, until a particularly vicious jab into her ass cheek made Emma yelp in pain. Fuck this! she thought. This phase of the fight had been going for a while, and wasn’t getting them anywhere. She’d regained her breath by now; it was time to take the first strike. She released her opponent's ass, instead grabbing her shoulders. She pulled their feet apart and used her legs to roll the two over. Nicole rolled onto her back, and Emma quickly scrambled on top, pinning the other woman to the ground. She grabbed the other woman’s wrists and slammed them against the floor behind her head. Nicole struggled on the ground, but couldn’t break free. Hah Emma thought, Good look getting out of that one!
Part 5 - Escalation
Chapter 16 - Nicole
Fuck Nicole thought, How the hell do I get out of this one? Emma had her pinned to the ground, her long, dishevelled red hair dangling down and tickling Nicole’s face. Her own black hair spread out on the ground behind her. She’d pinned Emma to the wall earlier in a similar way. This time however, Emma had gravity on her side. She strained against her opponent’s hands, but Emma had the better leverage. She seemed to know it, looking down at her with a smug smile.
“Do you give in?” Emma asked, casually.
“No fucking way!”
Emma wiggled from side to side, grinding her ass into Nicole’s stomach. “You sure?” she asked with mock concern.”
Nicole didn’t respond. Instead, she pulled her feet up, bending at the knee and braced them against Emma’s exposed belly. She smiled slightly to herself, remembering how Emma had escaped a similar predicament using the same method, and at the look of panic that had flashed over her enemy’s face. She pushed hard, with both feet.
Emma flew up and backwards. Panicking, she released her hold on her opponent’s wrists and grabbed for something to stop herself from being launched. Unfortunately, the thing she managed to grab was Nicole’s tank top. There was a loud ripping sound as she flew across the room. The back of her legs collided with the bed and she fell over onto her butt, sitting on the edge of the bed looking stunned, a piece of white fabric clenched in her hand.
Nicole scrambled to her feet, desperate not to get pinned again. Once she was up, she looked down at her top. A huge strip had been torn from the front of it. She could see her lacy black bra through the hole. She looked up at Emma, and they both looked at the piece of fabric that used to be part of Nicole’s top she held in her hand. Emma opened her mouth, maybe to apologise, maybe to insult.
Before she could get a word out, Nicole screamed in rage and launched across the room. She pounced onto Emma knocking her back onto the bed, straddling her. She might have been able to pin her opponent then and there, but blinded by rage at the destruction of her clothing, she instead grabbed Emma’s pink pyjama top with both hands and pulled in opposite directions. There was a loud rip as a huge hole appeared in Emma’s top, exposing her frilly pink bra that matched her panties. Any intention to apologise clearly left her as she too shrieked in anger, reaching up and grabbing the hole in Nicole’s top, continuing to tear at the fabric. They rolled across the bed, ripping and tearing at each other’s tops. The sound of fabric tearing, the bed creaking and snarls of anger filled the room.
It wasn’t long before both women’s tops were nothing more than a couple of strips of fabric hanging to their bodies. Their work done, the women separated. They rose to their knees, facing each other on the bed. They looked down at the sad remains of their tops.
“You BITCH!” Emma snarled. “These are my favourite pyjamas!”
“You started it, whore!” Nicole retorted “I loved that fucking top!”
“That was a fucking accident! YOU did it on purpose!”
“It was NOT an accident! You were clearly trying to grab it!”
“It WAS an accident. And it only happened because you kicked me!” Emma gestured at her belly to emphasise her point; Nicole noted with satisfaction the two footprint-shaped red marks on her stomach where she’d kicked her, hard.
“Whatever,” Nicole spat “Either way, you’ll be paying to buy me a new one.”
“HAH! As if!” Emma laughed “YOU’LL be paying for a replacement for MY top.”
“Shouldn’t cost me too much. Given how easily that thing tore, it can’t have been that high quality.”
“It was worth more than your slutty fucking tank top, that’s for sure”
“You’re seriously calling me slutty in THAT skanky ass underwear?”
“Like you can fucking talk, whore. I’m not the one who sleeps in the nude in a foreign hotel.”
As they argued, the two women extricated themselves from the remains of their tops, leaving them both in nothing but their bras and panties. Furious, Nicole bunched up the few pieces of stringy fabric that remained of her top and hurled it at Emma. Emma retaliated in kind. With everything they’d done to each other in the last hour, throwing a few pieces of fabric at each other could barely register as an attack, but the act of petty rage lit a powder keg. The two sprung towards one another on the bed, colliding in the centre and locking up once again.
Chapter 17 - Emma
Just a few minutes ago, Emma and Nicole had been lying on the ground, too exhausted to move. Now, the fury over their destroyed garments had given both women a second wind, and they threw themselves at each other with more intensity than ever before. On their knees, they wrapped their arms around each other, pulling their bodies in close, resting their heads on one another’s shoulders. For once, both women ignored the other’s long locks of hair. Instead, they clawed at each other’s now exposed backs, taking great satisfaction in each other’s shrieks of pain. Livid, Emma started biting Nicole’s bare shoulder. She heard a shriek of pain, then let out one of her own when she felt a bite to her own shoulder. Their hair tangled together in a mass of red and black.
Locked in each others’ arms, they wrestled, trying to force their opponent over onto their side. All at once, they toppled over, landing on the bed side by side. Without hesitation, they locked up, tangling their legs, throwing their arms around each other and started to roll across the bed. They returned to their familiar tactic of yanking each others’ hair, even harder now than before, still continuing to claw at each other’s back with the other hand. They scratched at each other’s legs and feet with their toenails, and continued to bite at each other’s shoulders and even faces as they rolled.
The fight had taken on a completely new form; what had started as a simple shoving match over bed space had developed into a vicious whirlwind of hair and claws and teeth as both girls tried to inflict as much pain as possible. They rolled across the bed amidst pink and white strips of fabric and red and black clumps of hair. Whatever this had started as, it was now, well and truly, a fight.
Chapter 18 - Nicole
For a good few minutes, they rolled back and forth across the bed, thinking of nothing but how to inflict the most pain on the other woman. At the back of her mind, Nicole remembered how the night had started. She remembered after the initial misunderstanding with the room, thinking that despite everything that had happened tonight, at least she might have made a new friend in Emma. She went to bite Emma’s face just as Emma attempted to do the same. Their jaws locked and they tore at each other’s lips and mouths like rabid dogs. On reflection, it didn’t seem likely that the two would become friends after this.
For the second time tonight, Nicole suddenly felt herself wrestling on air. The two interlocked women toppled off the bed and crashed to the floor once again, breaking apart from the impact. Unlike last time, the two didn’t hesitate before launching at each other again. They had landed side by side on the floor, head at one another's feet. Emma felt nails digging into the soles of her feet, and quickly grabbed Emma’s feet, digging her own claws in.
The fight continued as it had begun, with the two girls head to toe, kicking and scratching. Last time they’d fought feet to face, the first bite had been an accident. That wasn’t the case this time, as Nicole sunk her teeth into the inside of Emma’s bare foot, feeling a matching pain in her own feet soon after. They kicked at each other, harder than before, connecting with faces and torsos. Nicole’s foot connected with something soft that she suspected might be a breast. Her suspicion was confirmed when she felt a counter kick to her own soft tit, the thin material of her bra providing little protection.
They lay side by side for a while, kicking at faces, torsos and breasts, scratching and biting at soles and toes and legs. Their toenails raked across each other’s bare flesh, adding fresh scratches to their upper bodies to match the ones down below.
After a while, they wrapped their arms around one another’s legs and started to roll once again, head to foot this time. They each locked their legs around the other’s torso, squeezing as tight as they could as they rolled back and forth.
Soon, their rolling began to slow again, until they came to a stop side by side, legs still wrapped around each other. This round hadn’t lasted nearly as long as their first; their second wind was rapidly running out after the much more aggressive part 2 of the fight.
After laying side by side for around a minute, the two girls sat up on the floor. Their legs still wrapped around each other, they sat face to face, body to body. They were exhausted, but clearly still too stubborn to stop
“Fuck……… you” Nicole managed to pant, exhaustion masking the malice in the words.
“Fuck……… you……… too” Emma replied, clearly just as tired.
The two women came together, their bodies slapping against each other’s. Their breasts pancaked painfully as they collided. They rested their heads on one another’s shoulders. Nicole considered going for another bite, but couldn’t muster the energy. She guessed that Emma felt the same, since she didn’t feel teeth sink into her own shoulder. Both women brought their arms around their opponent’s back, tangling them once again in the rival’s hair. They both pulled down, not as hard as previous times, their hands carried more by gravity than any effort on the part of the girls.
“Fuck…………… you” Nicole heard Emma whisper in her ear.
“Fuck…………… you” she replied.
They lost their grip on one another’s hair, and tumbled to the side, falling in opposite directions. Sluggishly, they disentangled their legs. They lay side by side for a few seconds, almost too exhausted to move. Then, Nicole felt an impact on her breast. She looked down. Emma, lying with her head near Nicole’s feet, had delivered a weak kick to her chest.
Barely keeping her eyes open, Emma locked gazes with Nicole “Bitch” she whispered.
Drawing on every ounce of strength she had left, Nicole pulled back her leg and delivered a weak kick of her own, connecting with Emma’s shoulder. “Slut” she whispered back.
A few seconds later, she felt toenails jabbing into her cheek, as Emma prodded her weakly “Whore”
Another swift kick to Emma’s face, her toes briefly jabbing into her nostrils; “cxnt”
They would likely have repeated this pattern indefinitely, but fatigue overtook both of them, too lethargic even to move their legs.
“Fuck……………….. you” Nicole whispered, too tired even to open her eyes to see if the bitch had heard her.
“Fuck……………….. You” she heard Emma reply, a couple of seconds later “Fuck………………”
Part 6 - Aftermath
Chapter 19 - Emma & Nicole
They awoke lying on the floor. Initially unsure of where they were, the events of the previous night soon came flooding back. For a moment, they wondered if the whole thing had been a dream; the pain they both felt soon disabused them of that notion.
Their scalps were on fire, the result of all their vicious yanking; their faces, bodies, legs and especially their feet were in agony, their excessive scratching and biting having caused significant damage; their muscles burned, their prolonged rolling, tugging of each other’s hair and squeezing one another with their arms and legs having been quite the workout.
Groaning, they both opened their eyes and climbed to their feet, facing away from each other. They stood for a few seconds, not meeting each other’s eye, then turned around to look at their handywork. Both looked as bad as the other felt; their red and black hair were both frazzled from what felt like hours of hair pulling, their bodies were covered in scratch and bite marks literally from head to toe, as well as bruises where they’d kicked each other and slammed into furniture during their rolling sessions; Nicole bore a single red, foot shaped mark on her stomach where Emma had kicked her off the wall, matching the two red footprints on Emmas’s own stomach where Nicole had delivered the fateful kick that had lead to their clothes-tearing match; They couldn’t see each other’s backs or asses, but based on their memories of the night before, both would be raw with scratches as well.
For a long minute, they stared at each other, unsure of what to say or do. A few hours ago, they’d tried their best to inflict as much pain on one another’s bodies as they could, and had clearly succeeded. Tension hung in the air, neither woman saying a word. What happens now? The unspoken question lingered between them. Anything seemed possible. Would they quietly gather their things in awkward silence and leave the room, never to speak of this again? Would they continue where they had left off last night, and lunge at one another once again?
The tension broke when Emma, unexpectedly, burst into laughter. “Jesus Christ” she said, holding her stomach in a combination of pain and mirth “You look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards”.
Despite herself, Nicole found herself laughing too. “You can fucking talk!” she replied “Look at the fucking state of you! Are those teeth marks on your nose? When the hell did I bite your nose?”
“Bro, you have a footprint on your belly. That’s fucking hysterical! I didn’t realise I’d kicked you that hard!”
“Well you have two footprints on your stomach. Good luck explaining that one next time you wear a crop top”.
For a minute, the two women simply stood there, doubled over with laughter, the tension in the room having vanished as if the brawl had never happened. When they were done, they both straightened up, surveying the carnage of their surroundings. Any items that hadn’t been nailed down were strewn about the floor; the duvet, the pillows, the contents of the girls’ suitcases. A lamp had fallen from the bedside table and broken, some ornaments from a shelf on the wall had met the same fate. Clumps of hair and strips of fabric littered the scene.
They finished surveying the battlefield, and turned back to one another. “Fuck” Nicole said “We really went at it, huh? I don’t think we’ll be getting our deposit back.”
Emma grinned “Hey, don’t look at me! I seem to recall you saying, pretty angrily, that this was your room. It’ll come out of your deposit.”
Nicole laughed “Not sure I can argue with that. Well, I guess I could, but given our track record, I don’t think arguing with you will end well.” She gestured at the room around them.
Emma chuckled “Damn, I kind of wanted another round! Kidding, obviously! But damn, it was a pretty good fight, right?”
Nicole grinned back “Yeah, we both gave as good as we got. It got pretty brutal towards the end. You said you’d gotten into fights like that at school before, right?”
“Yeah, but to be honest, I don’t remember any of them being quite as brutal as that! And they definitely didn’t go on that long!” She frowned “Speaking of…”
Emma walked over to the bedside table and dug around in the debris in front of it, pulling out her phone. Mercifully, it appeared to be undamaged. She checked the time.
“Shit!” she exclaimed “It’s nearly 4pm. How fucking long were we fighting? I had so much planned for this morning!”
“Damn, that sucks” Nicole said “Sorry for keeping you from enjoying the day.”
Emma shook her head “Nah, it’s fine. It was as much my fault as yours. Besides, I kinda think I enjoyed last night more than going to a museum or whatever.”
She blushed at the admission of enjoying their fight. Nicole’s blush told her that the feeling was mutual.
“Tell you what,” she said, “We do have enough time tonight to go out to a cafe or something, before heading back here to go back to bed. Separate beds this time, hopefully. Besides, I still do owe you that coffee.” She looked across at the bed and the strips of fabric that used to be their clothes. “And I guess I also owe you a new top.”
Nicole grinned “To be honest, that top wasn’t really all that important to me. I just said that to win the argument. And to be fair, I owe you a new top too. I’m happy to call it even on the tops. I will take that coffee though.”
“Alright then, deal!” Emma said, shaking Nicole’s hand. “We should probably get cleaned up first. Dunno how we’ll hide our faces, but we can at least sort our hair out before we go out in public. You want the first shower?”
Nicole grinned, mischievously, “We could share the shower instead?”
Emma laughed, “Fuck, that’ll go well. We shared the bed so well last night! What could possibly go wrong with shutting ourselves in a tiny, cramped cubicle, wet and naked?”
Nicole laughed back, “Fair enough. We’ll save that particular idea for a later date, tomorrow maybe? For now, I’ll gladly take the first shower”.
With that, she stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Emma was left in the small bedroom. She began to clear up the debris of the battle, thinking about her new friend and the strange way they had become acquainted. She wondered what the hell their friendship would look like going forward. Only time would tell.
The End
