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Laura has always been fond of pots from different periods. So when her friend, Cindy, sent a photo in the GC offering anyone who wants her pottery things because she doesn’t use it anymore, Laura texted her immediately. She doesn't know why she only takes pottery lessons just now but after just 4 lessons, she finds it therapeutic.
It’s a Saturday after, Bradley is still in a meeting and the brunette couldn’t find it herself to start another book just yet. She decided she’ll make another batch of bowls and pots today since Gordon practically shopped at her house last night leaving her house with the plates and a vase she made last week.
Laura is in her 3rd bowl when a voice calls for her name.
“In here, Hun!” She shouted.
Bradley was out of town when Laura made her first batch of pottery, so this is her first time seeing Laura in her artistic form. The sight of her woman’s toned arms in display wearing her sleeveless jumpsuit, the rotating wheel between her legs, and her hands… Bradley had to gulp when she saw her hands at work.
God this woman is driving me crazy.
“Hey. Whatcha doin’?” the blonde asks, her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, keeping it there so it won’t act upon her thoughts.
Laura’s head snaps at her, her smile is welcoming, “Hey. Oh, nothing much. Just replacing the vase you broke.” She teases.
Bradley’s lips turn into a smirk, “Ha, here I thought you used the gift card I gave you to buy two more.”
Laura returns her look to the mud in front of her, “Oh, trust me, Honey, I tried using it but it’s too much so I got overwhelmed when they said I’m short with ninety-nine,” she paused like she’s thinking, “in thousands.”
That made the blonde snort and laugh lightly. A sudden image comes into her mind. She starts to walk to the woman and slides her leg over the brunette’s back, settling herself and facing the older woman’s back.
When she sank into the chair, she didn’t realize how their height would come into play. It bursts the perfect image in her head.
Laura reaches for her hands and Bradley’s face immediately rests on her back. Bradley's face smacked onto her back in a tight collision that was caused by a quick move.
“Ooopps, Sorry, Honey.”
“Jesus, Laura. I was trying to recreate that romantic scene from Ghost but now I can’t see anything other than your hard spine.”
Laura snorts… Then laughs maniacally.
“I’m sorry, Hun. You really were trying that Demi Moore scene?”
Bradley cocks her body to the side, her eyes squinting, her lips pursed. “Are you trying to make fun of my height?”
“No… Noooo. You’re like a… Uhmmm…”
“What? Don’t hold back now, say it.”
“You’re my human keychain.”
Bradley takes a beat to let that sink in.
Laura tries holding her laugh.
Bradley dips her hands on the water bucket and splashes Laura, the other woman tries to dutch the attack, now giggling.
Bradley tries her best to look offended, playing it cool with her stern face but gives up when she hears Laura’s laugh. A laugh that comes from her belly -so carefree.
“I bet you didn’t imagine your keychain fighting back, did you now, huh?”
Not anyone can see this side of her. She’s lucky enough to elicit such sound from the brunette so she basks in it… And when Laura moves to the side just in front of her fountain, Bradley saw it happening in front of her eyes but her reflexes betrayed her and stayed still when Laura scoops a good amount of water in her hands and splashes her, making her thin shirt semi-see-through.
Laura’s brows hiked in surprise and her head jerks to the right, admiring her work of art. Her lips released an “oooh” sound and she bites her lower lip.
“Can definitely say that’s,” she points at Bradley’s middle part, “my best creation yet. I got you wet.”
Bradley then spotted the water host on the ground. Laura follows the direction of her sight and immediately shakes her head when Bradley looked at her with the widest, almost Joker-like grin.
“Nooo. Bradley, no. Come on, Baby, I’m only teasing you.”
“Oh, now you wanna “Baby” me, hmm?”
In Laura’s mind, she has two options, use her charming side to Bradley (which obviously didn’t work) or beat her at it and sprint towards the hose.
When she began acting the latter, Bradley beat her to it and immediately push the button for the water to come out and lifts it in her direction all whilst stepping backward, creating a distance between them.
Laura turns to her side and bends, putting her arms to shield her body as if it’ll do her good to protect herself from getting wet.
Bradley laughs, “Now that’s more like it.” She wiggles the hose while beaming.
“Bradley, stop, I’m gonna ruin our floor!” Laughing, Bradley puts the hose down, she acts as if she’s only noticing the water dripping down on the other woman’s body and clothes. Her jumpsuit is thin too. Laura wanted to be comfortable and feel the summer breeze when she’s molding. Her hard nipples are prominent because of the coldness of the water.
“But… I see what you mean now. Nothing more beautiful than seeing a woman wet.”
Laura looks down at her soaked form, then when she heard Bradley use her line, a jolt of acceptance dawns on her.
She walks slowly to her, a playful grin flashes on her face.
“Uh-oh,” Bradley said under her breath. Nothing more dangerous than a woman accepting her defeat and being ready to fully swing her revenge.
She could plead, but it’ll only pass on the ends of the brunette’s ears at this point.
“You know, the pond behind you can be a mini pool…”
“Laura….” She warns, getting away from her.
When Laura runs Bradley yelps, making her legs work and getting behind the chairs and table. Laura follows her, “Accept the consequence, Honey.” Laura said with a triumphant tone.
“Please, Babe… come on. Hey! You did that first!” She said panting.
“A splash is different from hosing someone down.”
They continue to walk-run in circles for minutes.
They’re interrupted when someone rings the doorbell, making the blonde snap her head to the door. Laura took the opportunity and wrapped her arms around Bradley’s middle.
“Ah! Laura! Come on, someone’s at the door.”
Laura didn’t care, she lifts Bradley and walks over to her fishless pond.
“No, no, no, no, noooo. Babe, babe, Laura!” Bradley said while protesting, her feet just swaying above the ground. When it doesn't work and the pond becomes nearer and nearer, she pleads, “Okay, fine. Fine. Laura, come on, is this how you treat your life-sized keychain of a girlfriend?”
Laura puts her down and Bradley faces her, pouting. The older woman laughs and kisses her, her hands traveling to the back of this tiny woman down to her ass. Bradley sighs between their kiss, and puts her arms around Laura’s neck, tiptoeing a little to chaste her lips.
The sound of the doorbell interrupts them again, Laura pulls back, and their foreheads are touching, “You better get that because I’m not opening the door with my nipples visible to the world.”
Bradley giggles, pleased with her masterpiece.
Laura slaps her ass slightly, urging her to go on and see who’s at the door.
The older anchor smiles at Bradley’s retrieving form, all smiles and giggly. If she can make her this happy, then maybe she’ll do just about everything to make her woman as sunshine as she is now.