Sally is Kissed and Dean is Threatened
Chapter 19: Sally is Kissed and Dean is Threatened
Sally nuzzled the pillow under her cheek as she turned on her side. “Hey, Dean?”
The older girl faced the teenager. “Yeah?”
“I… um, how did you know? That you were gay?”
Dean sat up on her elbow. “Sally, do you think you’re a lesbian?”
The teenager shook her head. “No, I like Gentry too much. But… I like… this girl I know too. The way I like him, only I can actually form coherent sentences around her.”
Nodding, Dean watched as Sally mimicked her position.
“Thing is, I think I might be… actually, I’m pretty damn sure I’m bisexual. I looked it up and everything.”
“Research genes run deep in your family,” Dean replied.
Sally blushed. “Yeah, they kind of do. And, well, you’re the only other girl I know who likes girls and I was just wondering… how you knew?”
Dean smiled. “I kissed a boy and I felt nothing. However, when I kissed my first girlfriend I felt all warm and glowy and gooey.”
“Like I get when I see Gentry.”
“And this… girl you know too?” Dean knew she was treading dangerous territory here, but she did like the younger girl. She was bright and sarcastic and so innocent despite everything she’s seen and done and been through.
“It’s you,” Sally confessed.
Dean smiled. “I kind of figured.”
The girls looked at each other for a long moment before slowly leaning towards each other. “This is wrong,” Dean whispered.
Sally could feel Dean’s breath against her lips and she shivered. “Yes it is. But I’m going to get my first kiss from someone and I’d rather it be you than nearly anyone else in the world.”
Dean raised an eyebrow, “Nearly?”
Sally blushed again. “Gentry. Or the geeky guy from Still Standing. Or the Pink Power Ranger now that my obsession with her makes so much more sense now. You’re in the top five though.”
“Glad to know,” Dean’s words were lost as her lips finally descended onto Sally’s. Dean kept the kiss relatively chaste ending it with a tiny swipe of her tongue across the younger girl’s bottom lip before pulling away.
Sally slowly opened her eyes and beamed, just the same bright smile Dean had seen Ben use and even Cody. Forget chromosomes, those three were family. Full stop.
Ben watched the whole scene from the kitchen window, frowning as he sifted through the many outcomes of what he’d witnessed. Shaking his head, he opened the back door and schooled his voice into a nonchalant, “Girls, food’s here! Sally, go wash up. Dean, gimme a hand with the plates, yeah?”
As soon as Sally was out of earshot and sight, Ben grabbed a large knife out of a drawer and turned towards Dean, who jumped back a little.
He grinned. "Awfully menacing thing, isn't it?” He used the knife to cut open the tape holding the bag together at the top. “Don't mess around with Sally. She gets uncomfortable you put the brakes on. You’re the older one and I’m trusting you with my little girl.” He paused, “I'm not actually going to stab you, Dean," he promised. "But keep the giant knife in mind.”
Dean nodded her head vigorously. She paused and then spoke. “I like her. I do. I mean, I don’t plan on marrying her and adopting Ethiopian babies, but she’s… well she thinks-”
“She’s bisexual,” Ben finished, pleased at the confused look on Dean’s face. “I know my daughter. I’ve been suspecting for a while.” He regarded Dean. “I don’t expect you to marry her. I don’t expect you to be the love of her life. But I do expect you to respect her boundaries, treat her with respect, and if you break her heart I will break you.”
“Understood,” Dean saluted lazily, despite the seriousness on her face.
“You understand what?” Sally as she walked back into the kitchen.
Dean covered quickly with the smile she used on gullible witnesses, medical examiners, and cops. “Why the sweet and sour sauce is better on the egg rolls than the soy sauce.”
Sally grinned obliviously. “It’s good, right?”
“Yep,” Ben answered, “so far, so good.”
Sally nuzzled the pillow under her cheek as she turned on her side. “Hey, Dean?”
The older girl faced the teenager. “Yeah?”
“I… um, how did you know? That you were gay?”
Dean sat up on her elbow. “Sally, do you think you’re a lesbian?”
The teenager shook her head. “No, I like Gentry too much. But… I like… this girl I know too. The way I like him, only I can actually form coherent sentences around her.”
Nodding, Dean watched as Sally mimicked her position.
“Thing is, I think I might be… actually, I’m pretty damn sure I’m bisexual. I looked it up and everything.”
“Research genes run deep in your family,” Dean replied.
Sally blushed. “Yeah, they kind of do. And, well, you’re the only other girl I know who likes girls and I was just wondering… how you knew?”
Dean smiled. “I kissed a boy and I felt nothing. However, when I kissed my first girlfriend I felt all warm and glowy and gooey.”
“Like I get when I see Gentry.”
“And this… girl you know too?” Dean knew she was treading dangerous territory here, but she did like the younger girl. She was bright and sarcastic and so innocent despite everything she’s seen and done and been through.
“It’s you,” Sally confessed.
Dean smiled. “I kind of figured.”
The girls looked at each other for a long moment before slowly leaning towards each other. “This is wrong,” Dean whispered.
Sally could feel Dean’s breath against her lips and she shivered. “Yes it is. But I’m going to get my first kiss from someone and I’d rather it be you than nearly anyone else in the world.”
Dean raised an eyebrow, “Nearly?”
Sally blushed again. “Gentry. Or the geeky guy from Still Standing. Or the Pink Power Ranger now that my obsession with her makes so much more sense now. You’re in the top five though.”
“Glad to know,” Dean’s words were lost as her lips finally descended onto Sally’s. Dean kept the kiss relatively chaste ending it with a tiny swipe of her tongue across the younger girl’s bottom lip before pulling away.
Sally slowly opened her eyes and beamed, just the same bright smile Dean had seen Ben use and even Cody. Forget chromosomes, those three were family. Full stop.
Ben watched the whole scene from the kitchen window, frowning as he sifted through the many outcomes of what he’d witnessed. Shaking his head, he opened the back door and schooled his voice into a nonchalant, “Girls, food’s here! Sally, go wash up. Dean, gimme a hand with the plates, yeah?”
As soon as Sally was out of earshot and sight, Ben grabbed a large knife out of a drawer and turned towards Dean, who jumped back a little.
He grinned. "Awfully menacing thing, isn't it?” He used the knife to cut open the tape holding the bag together at the top. “Don't mess around with Sally. She gets uncomfortable you put the brakes on. You’re the older one and I’m trusting you with my little girl.” He paused, “I'm not actually going to stab you, Dean," he promised. "But keep the giant knife in mind.”
Dean nodded her head vigorously. She paused and then spoke. “I like her. I do. I mean, I don’t plan on marrying her and adopting Ethiopian babies, but she’s… well she thinks-”
“She’s bisexual,” Ben finished, pleased at the confused look on Dean’s face. “I know my daughter. I’ve been suspecting for a while.” He regarded Dean. “I don’t expect you to marry her. I don’t expect you to be the love of her life. But I do expect you to respect her boundaries, treat her with respect, and if you break her heart I will break you.”
“Understood,” Dean saluted lazily, despite the seriousness on her face.
“You understand what?” Sally as she walked back into the kitchen.
Dean covered quickly with the smile she used on gullible witnesses, medical examiners, and cops. “Why the sweet and sour sauce is better on the egg rolls than the soy sauce.”
Sally grinned obliviously. “It’s good, right?”
“Yep,” Ben answered, “so far, so good.”