Burnt Sugar - Part 3 (standard:romance, 2353 words) [3/7] show all parts
Author: damnation	Added: Oct 19 2009	Views/Reads: 2363/1652	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is an ongoing story set in Sydney, Australia. Centered around Taters, a small restaurant with character, Burnt Sugar is a concoction of love, drama, food and angst.

Burnt Sugar Part 3 

8 

Steam filled up the bathroom on the landing. When the sound of running
water petered away, mutterings could be heard coming from within the 
bathtub, where Frances was standing under the showerhead. 

"Is that so?" Frances said under her breath in a snide voice completely
unlike Kristen's low timbre voice. She scrubbed her hair furiously 
before turning the water back on for a rinse. "To assume is to make an 
ass of you and me. God, Frances, what the hell were you thinking?" she 
admonished herself as she stood under the warm spray of water. "I hope 
the hot water problem doesn't get righted for you, Miss!" she huffed at 
the tiled wall of the bathroom. 

Satisfied that her evil wish might just come true, that the chef might
just have to have a cold shower that night, Frances turned off the tap 
and stepped out of the tub. The cool air touched her wet body and she 
gave a shiver. Even though it was the tail end of winter in Sydney, it 
was still too cold. Reaching for her towel, Frances gave her hair and 
face a quick rub before wrapping herself in it. She turned the knob of 
the bathroom door and pulled it open and came face to face with the 
recent object of her thoughts. 

"Whoa!" Frances' first reaction was to slam the door shut. 

"Fuck!" came the exclamation of pain from the other side of the door. 

"What the hell are you doing here!" Frances shouted through the door.
Then, feeling guilty, she opened the door slightly to peek out. "Are 
you okay?" 

"You are such a jinx!" came the muffled response. Kristen was holding a
hand to her face; Frances wasn't sure what her action had damaged. 
"Fuck!" Whatever it was, it must really hurt. 

"Just yours, I reckon," Frances said with a grimace when Kristen removed
her hand to reveal a teary eye. The bridge of her nose and the area 
under her left eye were already red. "I'm so sorry. I'll get you some 
ice," Frances volunteered. 

"Christ! No, don't help me, you'll just end up killing me!" Kristen
grumbled. She eyed Frances warily. "I'm going to bend down slowly to 
retrieve my towel and clothes. Please do not make any big or sudden 
movements." 

Frances bit her lower lip in the attempt to keep an insane bark of
laughter from escaping her. She was startled to find that Kristen was 
actually waiting for an answer from her. She nodded mutely and took a 
step back from the bathroom door. Adequately satisfied that Frances was 
going to keep her end of the bargain, Kristen cautiously bent her knees 
and gathered her things into her arms. 

"All right. You coming out?" Kristen asked suspiciously. 

Frances bit back another bark of laughter and nodded innocently. She
wrapped her arms around her upper body as the other woman pushed open 
the bathroom door and leaned against it. Frances took the cue and 
sidestepped her way past Kristen. Their eyes met for a split second 
just before Frances stepped out of the bathroom fully and before she 
could contemplate the look of intent on Kristen's face, Frances felt 
her towel being tugged at from behind and let out a loud yelp. 

"Hey!" Frances frantically made a grab at the loose knot of material
between her breasts as she swivelled around, her heart racing. 

The door slammed shut in her face but not before she caught the wicked
look on Kristen's face, complete with an arched brow--a look just 
slightly marred by the redness on the bridge of her nose and under her 
eye. 

Taking a deep breath, Frances gathered the towel more firmly in her
hands and stomped back to her room with as much dignity as she could 
gather, thanking all her lucky stars that the towel hadn't slipped off 


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