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Authors: Clare Lydon
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian, Genre Fiction, Lesbian, Lgbt, Lesbian Romance, Lesbian Fiction
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Jenny.
“Have you been on many dates through the app?” She shivered as she spoke, which I found cute. I’ve no idea why she was shivering though as she appeared to be dressed in what I can only describe as a duvet — her coat honestly seemed to be 100-tog all the way around.
“A few,” I said. “But this is definitely the most Christmassy one yet. I mean, Santa statues, Christmas tunes and fake snow. You could almost forget you were in a car park in London and believe you were in Lapland, couldn’t you?”
Jenny laughed. “Very nearly.” She paused, looking around. “I still love this though, you know? The Christmas lights, the cold, the snow — even if it is fake. That’s what drew me to your ad — the Christmas theme.”
I smiled. “I’m glad. Christmas has always been my favourite time of year, hands down.” An image of my dad in a Santa hat popped into my head. I pushed it away.
“I love Christmas in Oz too, with the barbies on the beach in your shorts and thongs,” Jenny added. “But Christmas as depicted in all the films and songs is cold, so it’s great to experience it. When I go back to Oz, I plan to buy some fake snow.”
“Do you have plans to move back soon?”
She nodded. “Not imminent, but I only have a five-year visa. So it’s going to be in the next couple of years.” She looked me dead in the eye. “Unless I find a gorgeous English wife to persuade me otherwise, of course. I’m open to offers.”
Jenny gave me a lazy smile, and then before I could think of an appropriate riposte, she kissed me. Her lips were moist and she tasted of alcoholic apples and cinnamon.
When she pulled away a few seconds later, I opened my eyes, surprise radiating from them. I’d only had one drink but the car park spun with possibility. I grinned. “That’s what I like about Aussies — never shy about coming forward.”
She licked her lips, then dropped her gaze to my lips once more before replying. “I always figure if you find someone you like, you shouldn’t leave it ambiguous, or wait till you’re both too drunk to remember. You should let them know straight off the bat — no messing. And I like you, you’re cute. Plus, you’re very English, and I love English.”
My smile grew wider. “Is that right?” I replied. “Well I couldn’t be more English if I tried, so you’re in luck!” I skipped over my dad’s Spanish roots for the purpose of story-telling for tonight. My mum was from Croydon, so I was sure that tipped the balance.
I poured the contents of my mug down my throat and held it up. “You want some more?” I asked.
Jenny smirked at me before pressing her lips to mine once more. I could get used to this.
After a few seconds she pulled back, her breath still on my face, her eyelids fluttering wildly.
“Yes, please,” she replied.
I’d never heard a woman purr before, but there was a first time for everything.
***
After drinks and an incredible burrito from the food truck of the moment, we’d decamped to the outdoor pop-up disco nextdoor, bumping and grinding in our coats and hats, breath circling above us, mulled cider cooling in our mugs. The air was rich with the smell of hot, sugary drinks and pine ferns, and we were on a magical Christmas journey that ended with a Tube back to Jenny’s place.
We re-emerged to street level just after 10.30pm, the night air holding an extra chill now. Jenny’s house was only five minutes’ walk away, but it wasn’t until we got inside that I realised how much she was living the Aussie London dream, sharing the house with nine other people.
Our magical Christmas date bubble burst with a loud bang when we walked into the lounge and found a slew of bodies on the sofas and floor watching The Big Bang Theory . The room smelt of cheap deodorant and beer.
“Hey everyone — this is Tori.” Jenny twirled me around as if she’d just bought me in a shop.
There was a general murmur of hello from the group.
“Okay,
“Have you been on many dates through the app?” She shivered as she spoke, which I found cute. I’ve no idea why she was shivering though as she appeared to be dressed in what I can only describe as a duvet — her coat honestly seemed to be 100-tog all the way around.
“A few,” I said. “But this is definitely the most Christmassy one yet. I mean, Santa statues, Christmas tunes and fake snow. You could almost forget you were in a car park in London and believe you were in Lapland, couldn’t you?”
Jenny laughed. “Very nearly.” She paused, looking around. “I still love this though, you know? The Christmas lights, the cold, the snow — even if it is fake. That’s what drew me to your ad — the Christmas theme.”
I smiled. “I’m glad. Christmas has always been my favourite time of year, hands down.” An image of my dad in a Santa hat popped into my head. I pushed it away.
“I love Christmas in Oz too, with the barbies on the beach in your shorts and thongs,” Jenny added. “But Christmas as depicted in all the films and songs is cold, so it’s great to experience it. When I go back to Oz, I plan to buy some fake snow.”
“Do you have plans to move back soon?”
She nodded. “Not imminent, but I only have a five-year visa. So it’s going to be in the next couple of years.” She looked me dead in the eye. “Unless I find a gorgeous English wife to persuade me otherwise, of course. I’m open to offers.”
Jenny gave me a lazy smile, and then before I could think of an appropriate riposte, she kissed me. Her lips were moist and she tasted of alcoholic apples and cinnamon.
When she pulled away a few seconds later, I opened my eyes, surprise radiating from them. I’d only had one drink but the car park spun with possibility. I grinned. “That’s what I like about Aussies — never shy about coming forward.”
She licked her lips, then dropped her gaze to my lips once more before replying. “I always figure if you find someone you like, you shouldn’t leave it ambiguous, or wait till you’re both too drunk to remember. You should let them know straight off the bat — no messing. And I like you, you’re cute. Plus, you’re very English, and I love English.”
My smile grew wider. “Is that right?” I replied. “Well I couldn’t be more English if I tried, so you’re in luck!” I skipped over my dad’s Spanish roots for the purpose of story-telling for tonight. My mum was from Croydon, so I was sure that tipped the balance.
I poured the contents of my mug down my throat and held it up. “You want some more?” I asked.
Jenny smirked at me before pressing her lips to mine once more. I could get used to this.
After a few seconds she pulled back, her breath still on my face, her eyelids fluttering wildly.
“Yes, please,” she replied.
I’d never heard a woman purr before, but there was a first time for everything.
***
After drinks and an incredible burrito from the food truck of the moment, we’d decamped to the outdoor pop-up disco nextdoor, bumping and grinding in our coats and hats, breath circling above us, mulled cider cooling in our mugs. The air was rich with the smell of hot, sugary drinks and pine ferns, and we were on a magical Christmas journey that ended with a Tube back to Jenny’s place.
We re-emerged to street level just after 10.30pm, the night air holding an extra chill now. Jenny’s house was only five minutes’ walk away, but it wasn’t until we got inside that I realised how much she was living the Aussie London dream, sharing the house with nine other people.
Our magical Christmas date bubble burst with a loud bang when we walked into the lounge and found a slew of bodies on the sofas and floor watching The Big Bang Theory . The room smelt of cheap deodorant and beer.
“Hey everyone — this is Tori.” Jenny twirled me around as if she’d just bought me in a shop.
There was a general murmur of hello from the group.
“Okay,
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