In the shower, Jasmine and Britney purposefully stayed away from one another, with some protest from both parties.
"Come on, Jas," she'd moan, teasing her.
Jasmine would respond, her body on fire. "No, Britney...the party....."
But after their shower, Jasmine kissed Britney goodnight for a good ten minutes.
"Goodnight," she'd say, and pull her close. She'd mesh her lips with Britney's, tracing her toungue along the outer edges, tasting Brit's sweet lime lip gloss. Slowly rubbing on her nipples, they molded their bodies together. Jasmine would break loose, an Britney would start away, only to walk back again.
"Goodnight," Britney would say and melt back into her arms, kissing her, sucking on her tongue loudly. "Ummmm...ummmmm," Britney moaned. "Yeah...." she continued, rubbing on Jasmine's ass. "Look, I gotta go......Bye," Britney repeated four more times until finally,they walked themselves over to the door.
"Bye," Jasmine said quickly, laughing, and pushed Britney out the door, following her out. They took her suitcases to the limo, which dropped Jasmine and the luggage off to security at the hotel entrance. The limo sped off as Jasmine watched it, thinking. She went up to her room. She had a lot to think about.
On her way to her room, she saw a few of the dancers in the hallway, clowning around. They all spoke to each other, and she walked on. She went into her room, and locked the door. She sat down and looked around the room, seeing nothing. All she could see was the episode that had just occurred between her and Britney. Britney's hair. Britney's thighs. Britney in her arms, smiling.
Jasmine took off her clothes and got in her pajamas. Flopping down on the bed, she got the remote and flicked on the tv. Monaco tv was VERY risque, she soon discovered. It was no big deal to see a woman's bare chest, and this wasn't pay tv. Europeans were much more open about their sexuality and bodies than Americans were. She soaked up every image, nude and clothed, that she saw. 'Hmmmmmm....me and B, B and me. Sitting in a tree....' she thought, and leapt off the bed to grab her roller bag. SHe set and rolled her hair in Shirley Temple curls. It was a good thing they had this week off and could relax. Jasmine was tired, and had a lot to sort out.
Declaring her sexuality had been one journey, but now living out her decision was another one.
'Okay. The dancers seemed to take us okay enough. Nigel definitely knows, but he didn't really care. Nick definitely knows, but I think he's more insulted that we don't want him than the fact that we're into each other. But still, what if he tries to start something?' Jasmine dropped a roller she'd been putting in the middle of her head.
Something about him just didn't sit well with Jasmine. She didn't like the way this was making her feel, uneasy. Maybe it's because he's the only person who's had a really negative objection to her and britney being together. Jasmine was used to being in control. She tried to think it out, but it was only making her head hurt. She got up and walked to the mirror, staring at her image.
She spoke.
"I am bi, and that's it. Beginning and end. And I just have to deal with it just like the next person would. I should have gone to the party like she wanted me to."
Jas had felt like hiding for a while. Britney had been sad, but knew that she HAD to go. They both knew this, when it came to things like this. Jasmine finished her hair. She turned the tv to "Dawson's Creek", perking up when she saw "Pacey". She looked at the clock on the wall and figured out what time it was in the States. It wasn't too late to call, she decided. She picked up the Princess phone and got in the middle of the bed with it. "Hello, may I speak to Tima?"
"This is me."
"Hi, this is Jasmine Hall."
"Hey girl,how's the Barbie tour going?"
"I could ask you how the boy toys tour is going!"
They cracked up.
"It's going good, Tima. I'm so happy to be dancing to upbeat, happy music. You know how mostly I've ended up just doing ballet, slow stuff. And Britney is da bomb! She's the coolest cat I've met, so down to earth and everything, and I really-" Jasmine stopped herself. SHe could go on forever about Britney, but she didn't want to get into specifics with Tima about it yet. She just wanted to get her opinions on some things. SHe continued,"So, what are you doing home?"
"Because I'm never home! I've let everyone know not to bother me for 2 more weeks."
"Not even Kev?"
"See, why are you bringing up old stuff?" Tima asked.
They laughed.
"That was so long ago," she continued. "I'm flying single right now."
"Tima, let me ask you a question.."
"Go."
"How did you deal with like, Kev and all, while you two were on the road together? The speculation and all? I mean like, did the other guys care? The fans? Were you all open about it?"
"No, we weren't really open about it, to the full extent. Um, we were open about it to each other, to the other guys. Open to the fans? You must be kidding! The other guys didn't altogether care - except maybe for Nick, I remember. He was like, 17 then, and felt that I was taking his big brother away when he needed him the most. Umm, plus I think he had a little crush on me," Tima revealed, chuckling. She concluded,"He's the jealous, snappy type. But once he realized how happy we were, it all dissolved."
"Oh," Jasmine replied, quirking her eyebrows. This was interesting.
"Who are you trying to get with???? Wait a minute.....Barbie???" Fatima asked casually.
Jasmine was faced with a dilemma now...she blew into the phone really hard. Lying, she said, "Tima, I got a bad connection....I gotta go for now....."
"Alright, call me tomorrow."
"Okay," Jasmine said, blowing air at the same time, and hung up.
She realised that she and Britney really needed to talk. After realising this, she felt a huge weight fall from her shoulders. They could do this together.
TBC!! Cinnamon