As Harper mopped up the cold coffee and shards off the floor she thought back to when she'd first met Brooklyn and the events that followed to them falling into a relationship.

Harper volunteered at a local women's shelter. She went a couple of times a week to help out. She brought food, old clothes, bedding and provided an ear for anyone who wanted to talk, putting her psychology degree to some kind of use as Jackson discouraged her from working and tried to push her into starting a family. He saw her work as a distraction from having children, which was actually quite far from the truth.

The day that she had first met Brooklyn, Harper was dressed in old clothes, her long dark toffee hair scraped back in a ponytail, sweat trickling down her make up free face. She was in the store room stacking and organising, her face red from her efforts. Brooklyn had just come in as the new supervisor and was making her rounds, observing and overseeing the organisation.

What Harper didn't know, was that Brooklyn had already seen her once before when she had visited the shelter with Jackson previously. Brooklyn spied her across the room, her small frame and dark locks immediately catching her eye. She watched as the pair made their way through the shelter like royalty, chatting with the previous manager as they strolled arm in arm. Harper was playing the part of the perfect wife as the manager tried to elicit a large donation from Jackson's firm.

"Hey Harper, are we running low on anything?" Harper heard a husky voice from the doorway. She looked up and was immediately struck with Brooklyn's strength and unique beauty. Brooklyn was dressed comfortably in blue faded jeans and green checkered shirt. The light caught her short blond hair and made it glow from behind like a halo.

"Uh," Harper stammered, running her hands over her hair and straightened her clothes, brushing off any dust and dirt, in a vain attempt to make her self more presentable. "Hey Brooklyn."

The two of them locked eyes. For Harper, time stopped for a moment.

"Well?" Brooklyn asked her tone tinged with impatience. "Are we?"

"No." Harper responded in what she hoped was an even tone of voice. "For the first time, in a long time we have just enough of everything. I was going to go to the op shop later and see what if there anything else that I could find for the women here. Maybe some clothes or some kind of housewares?"

Brooklyn's eyes ran over Harper, almost like she was sizing her up, then looked away dismissively.

"Great," Brooklyn replied curtly. "Let me know what you find."

Brooklyn spun on her heel, left the store room and spotted her then girlfriend entering the shelter.

"Hey honey," she called out to her with a wave and huge smile lighting up her face.

Harper moved to the door to watch the two of them interact. They briefly kissed and Brooklyn's hand rested on her lower back as she guided her to her office. Harper rested against the doorframe and her heart sank a little as she watched the happy couple enviously.

Harper wrung out the coffee soaked sponge in the sink. She smiled at the memory of their first meeting. Even though Brooklyn was dismissive when they first met, it didn't stop her wanting to get know her more. She never thought that she would have had a chance with Brooklyn, especially since she had a girlfriend at the time.

Harper was counselling a woman who had left her husband. She was deeply engrossed in what the woman was saying, only briefly breaking to look up and saw Brooklyn watching her. She looked away quickly from her, feeling fluttery butterflies in her tummy. She looked back up and saw that Brooklyn was deeply immersed in a different project. Deep inside she knew that Brooklyn had been watching her and she hoped that the intense observation was more than a professional interest.

In the months that followed, Harper watched Brooklyn's relationship slowly deteriorate. The once happy couple were now throwing icy and angry looks at each other, beginning to squabble over small minor details. Although they were obviously trying to keep things on a professional level, the problems they were having in their private life kept spilling into the workplace.

Each interaction that Harper had with Brooklyn was kept at a very professional level, with Brooklyn even being cold and a little standoffish towards her, even though Harper was trying her hardest to endear herself. Until one day, there was a brief interlude in the stock room.

Brooklyn entered the store room and saw Harper stacking boxes. She stood there for a moment admiring Harper's firm behind bent over in her old jeans. She licked her lips, thinking about how sweet it would be to taste how honeyed this gorgeous little morsel would be.

"How's it goin'?" She inquired casually as she leant on the door frame. Harper jumped.

"Oh," She stammered, running her hands through her messy hair. "Good, you know just... keeping myself busy."

Brooklyn slowly sauntered over to Harper. "I've seen you watching me."

Harper's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "Uh no, I mean I..." She stammered, brushing back the sweaty tendrils of her dark toffee hair off her face.

Brooklyn moved closer to Harper, her lips just inches from hers.

"So what are we gonna do about it?" Her eyes seductively bore into Harper's.

Harper could feel the heat radiating off Brooklyn's body. She was standing so close! It wouldn't take much to just tilt her face and have her lips meet Brooklyn's. Harper's mind raced. So this is how it's going to be? Just a one off quickie in the stock room. She longed for so much more than that.

Harper took a step back reluctantly. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

Brooklyn screwed up her nose in annoyance and snorted. "Not in here I don't." She stepped forward and reached out to brush Harper's hair back off her face, then trailed her fingers down her warm cheek. The flush of pink on Harper's cheeks turned deeper as she squirmed uncomfortably, on the edge of desire, wanting to be swept away. To experience what it would be like to be with Brooklyn. With a gentle reluctance, Harper removed Brooklyn's hand from her face, holding her hand for the briefest moment. She quickly let it go, trying to ignore the crackle of electricity from the small touch.

"I'm sorry I can't." Harper mumbled. She turned and picked up a box to move it to the other side of the store room. Brooklyn was still standing close to her, so her body brushed up against Brooklyn's. For a fleeting moment their bodies touched each other as Harper squeezed by clumsily. She looked back at Brooklyn as she stood with her mouth open in disbelief like she was still reeling from the fact that someone actually told her no. Harper continued on her way with the box in hand, her cheeks flaming and heard the door behind her slam shut as Brooklyn stalked from the room.

Harper smiled at the memory of how she had first clumsily rejected Brooklyn's advances. She was so determined to make sure that it was a long time, not just a good time and the night of the charity ball was going to be the perfect time to do it.

Finally, the much coveted night of the charity ball at the extravagantly luxurious Grand Hyatt came around. It gave the people managing and volunteering the opportunity to rub shoulders with the rich and try to elicit donations to keep their little shelter open.

Harper made sure that night that she was dressed to impress. She really wanted to catch Brooklyn's eye and show her that she was so much more than a one time deal.

Her black Halston dress was simple, beautiful and elegant. It was sleeveless with a high crew neck line, covering her bust modestly, with a column silhouette and hip high slit in the side of the floor length gown and a small train that trailed behind her as she walked. The dress was elegant and understated, but revealed a playful nature with a cut out back that showed a scant bit of skin. Harper had her hair elegantly upswept with under stated diamond earrings and an elegant tennis bracelet completed the ensemble. Six inch nude Jimmy Choo stiletto heels gave her a little extra height on her small frame, while making her calves pop in an incredible way. Her make up was exquisitely perfect with a nude eye and finished with deep cherry red lips.

Harper worked her way through the crowd in the ballroom, greeting people that she already knew through her parents' connections and making small talk with them, encouraging them to reach into their deep pockets and give a little to the small shelter. Without Jackson by her side, Harper felt like her own person, like she could make a real difference. A confident, a more together Harper emerged that night, like a caterpillar emerging from a cocoon. One that felt like she could conquer the world.

As Harper cut her way through the crowd as sure footed as a panther. Her confidence, as she strode through the crowd, made her sparkle even more, while elegantly holding a glass of champagne. She felt a pair of eyes on her. She gazed across the crowd and spotted Brooklyn staring at her, like she'd never seen her before. Harper smiled at her and Brooklyn half smiled back, giving Harper a glimmer of hope.

Harper cut deftly through the sea of people to get to Brooklyn and ended up in front of her. She was dressed in a stylish, well cut tailored masculine style Adriano Carbone suit, with the vest worn as a top instead of a shirt, giving her outfit a feminine touch, showing a hint of cleavage. The comfy sneakers that Brooklyn normally wore were traded in for stylish stiletto heels giving her extra height. The thin white pin stripe that ran through the black suit radiated power. The look was finished with an understated smokey eye that made her look endearingly androgynous. Brooklyn was the perfect mix of man and woman, confusing people from the back and knocking them down from the front.

"Hi."

"Hello Harper." Brooklyn's eyes trailed slowly over Harper's body, taking all over her in, lingering at her breasts. Almost devouring her but trying really hard to hold back. "Where's Jackson tonight?"

"He had to work back late tonight." Harper replied. "Love your suit."

Brooklyn flashed her a brief smile. "Thanks." She adjusted the jacket slightly.

Harper gestured to her champagne. "Would you like to get a drink?"

Brooklyn's hazel eyes slowly travelled up and down, taking in every detail of Harper again before answering. "Sure."

As the two ladies walked up to the bar, Harper resisted the urge to tuck her hand into Brooklyn's arm. Harper lifted her glass and flashed the bartender two fingers. He nodded and put two glasses on the bar, expertly pouring the bubbles into each glass as he tilted each glass at an angle. She turned to Brooklyn.

"So," Harper almost purred, her voice more throaty than usual. "How's your night going?"

"It's going well." Brooklyn replied slowly, trying to ignore Harper's obvious flirtation. "I think that the shelter is going to have a lot of donations coming its way."

Harper smiled. "That's fantastic, right?"

Brooklyn flashed her a brief rare smile. "Yes it is."

Harper raised her glass to Brooklyn. "So a toast is in order, yes?"

Brooklyn lifted her glass and clinked it against Harper's. "It would seem so."

They both drank, their eyes meeting over the glasses. Harper could still feel the tension radiating off Brooklyn, like she was trying her best not to connect with her after Harper had rejected her in the stockroom a couple of months back.

There was a pause between them, like an unspoken acknowledgment of the game they were playing. After a moment, Brooklyn began absently tapping her fingers on the bar as if trying to decide something.

"Look Harper, I just broke up with my girlfriend a few weeks ago." Brooklyn blurted out suddenly. "I'm just not ready for any of this."

"Any of what?" Harper queried curiously.

"Just this. I can't right now. My head isn't in the right place." Brooklyn gestured towards Harper. "I'm kinda getting the idea that you're into me more than just a bit of fun. And I just can't."

"It's ok." Harper replied slightly dejected. "I get it."

She put her hand on Brooklyn's. Her fingertips stroked Brooklyn's hand briefly, feeling her soft skin under her fingertips. She just couldn't help it. She felt Brooklyn sharply breath in. Her eyes travelled slowly up Harper's body, like she was slowly undressing her. It felt electric to Harper, like the whole world just fell away around her. She breathed in shallowly, not quite knowing what to do next. Time felt like it had slowed down and it was just the two of them at the bar, alone.

Brooklyn gazed back at her. Her almond shaped hazel eyes taking in all of Harper, like she was deciding what to do next. Brooklyn struggled with whether or not she was doing the right thing. She really wanted to take advantage of what Harper was offering.

Just do it! Brooklyn thought as she tossed back the last of her champagne. Screw the consequences!

"Come on." It felt like a command to Harper. She wordlessly slid from her seat and followed Brooklyn to a more secluded part of the hotel, the empty hallway stretched into what felt like an infinity. Harper looked up and down. There wasn't a soul in sight, not even a maid making her rounds. She stood nervously in front of Brooklyn. She felt wired yet relaxed but fluttered on edge with anticipation of what was about happen.

"I got a room here in case I didn't feel like driving home tonight." Brooklyn said huskily. Harper nodded, not trusting herself to speak, while her eyes met with Brooklyn's.

Brooklyn reached up and took the comb out of Harper's hair, letting the dark toffee waves cascade around her soft creamy shoulders. Harper breathed in deeply, her glossy lips parted slightly, not quite knowing what to expect next.

Brooklyn's inquisitive eyes searched Harper's, searching for any resistance. Harper's big blue eyes were dark with desire. Harper reached her hand up and stroked Brooklyn's cheek softly. She leaned forward and tilted her chin upwards, waiting for Brooklyn to make the next move. Brooklyn hesitated. Did she really want to complicate her life? Brooklyn looked at Harper's softly parted lips and threw caution to the wind.

Slowly, Brooklyn leaned in and kissed Harper on the lips gently. So languid and sensually, it felt like the kiss was caressing every part of her. As the kiss deepened she moved closer and took Harper's hips and pulled her closer to her. They kissed, just enjoying each other. It was slow and sensual, like a fire slowly being fanned.

The slow, gentle kissing started to heat up, with hands caressing each others curves, Brooklyn's hands playing with Harper's long hair, pulling her head back so she could kiss Harper's neck hungrily.

As Brooklyn licked and nibbled on Harper's neck, a throaty moan bubbled from her lips and she moaned. "Let's go to your room."

It was all the convincing that Brooklyn needed. They kissed and fondled their way to Brooklyn's room, almost bouncing off the walls as they both vied to be in charge.

Harper pushed Brooklyn up against the wall, her fingers deftly pushing Brooklyn's jacket apart and undoing her vest buttons, revealing her black satin bra. Her hands squeezed Brooklyn's breasts, feeling her nipples harden beneath her touch. Brooklyn cried out in pleasure, her hips squirming against Harper.

In turn, Brooklyn pushed Harper up against the opposite wall, her hands bringing Harper's leg up around her waist, the floor length gown splitting open, so she could run her hand across her pert bottom and across her tiny lacy panties, feeling how wet she was making Harper. Harper groaned and grabbed her hand, encouraging Brooklyn to go further.

Brooklyn fumbled with the door, hip and shouldering it open and they entered the room. Harper couldn't feel where she ended and where Brooklyn began.

It was amazing for her. They melded together like they were meant to be. She felt Brooklyn touch her in ways that she'd never been touched before. They melted into a mess of limbs. Her dress fell to the ground in a puddle and she was left in just a tiny pair of black lacy panties and her heels. Harper's hands fumbled with Brooklyn's pants buttons as she wiggled out of them and they both fell on to the bed.

Brooklyn kissed her way up and down her body and she in turn reached out for Brooklyn's sweet centre. As she felt Brooklyn dive between her legs, she reached for her and made her moan as Brooklyn licked and sucked at her clit. She exploded as Brooklyn peaked at the same time. Lamps got knocked off the side tables and bed sheets were scrunched up underneath them. Harper half fell off the bed as Brooklyn made her orgasm again and again. In turn Harper made Brooklyn climax again and again as her fingers played with her sweetness, she pulled Brooklyn's hair as she peaked again. Her hand moving down her face, caressing her lips, feeling her teeth bite down on her fingers.

They moved to the sumptuous black marble bathroom, turning on the shower, the water cascading over their hot sweaty flesh. Pushing Brooklyn up against the cold tiles, she kissed her and drove her leg between Brooklyn's legs as her fingers dove deep inside her. She felt Brooklyn moan against her mouth as she came again. She dropped to her knees, desperate to taste how sweet Brooklyn would be. It was beautiful and better than she could have even imagined. Harper lost herself in the lusciousness that was Brooklyn. She felt Brooklyn climax again and her face being pushed closer and deeper, her tongue frantically lapping up every sweet drop. It was amazing. She came up to meet her lips, only to feel that gorgeous dizzying feeling again as Brooklyn played with her clit, her fingers rubbing circles and diving inside her at intermediate times, she moaned and pulled her closer, wanting to feel her lips on hers as she peaked again and again while the water in the shower cascaded over the two of them.

They fell asleep in each other's arms. It was heavenly and magical. Harper awoke in the early hours of the morning and looked over at Brooklyn, asleep, tangled in the sheets, her full bare breasts gleamed in the moonlight. She was still lost in the sweetness that they had shared.

Harper wanted to stay but needed to return home. She eased herself out of bed and got dressed in her black Halston, her hair still loose around her shoulders, her make up smudged from the shower. She looked at herself in the mirror and wiped off the wayward eye make up. Her lipstick was long gone. Her skin was flushed and radiant. She paused at the door, not wanting leave, watching Brooklyn sleeping softly. It was so perfect, but she had to go home, lest Jackson started asking questions. Harper scribbled a short note on the hotel stationary for Brooklyn to find in the morning.

Hey baby,

I had an amazing time last night.

You're absolutely delicious!

I can't wait to see you again.

<3

Harper waited for the valet to bring her car around for her. The night was still warm and balmy. Her Porche purred up and the valet gave her a knowing look as he got out of her car. Harper smiled contently back at him, feeling like the cat that had got the cream. Her silver metallic Porsche Boxster Spyder rumbled in front of her, reminding her of her real life.

As she got into her car, the events of the night still flitted across her mind, making her smile and fuelling the excited fluttery feeling. Harper pressed the button to put the roof down and admired the stars in the sky. She kicked off her heels and put the car into gear. It was time to leave that perfection and return to reality.