It's our last day in Paris. Imogen and Jasmine shared a room across the hall from Zara and me. Zara figured that with Jasmine coming down with us, that her coming to Paris just made sense so she had one of her subs fund the ticket for her- and Imogen? I wanted her to enjoy something luxurious for once and what better way to say thank you for being the most amazing friend than an all expense paid trip to Paris- funded by James.

Zara treated everyone to dinner at Jòia last night for our last night. We didn't stay out long because our flight was leaving at 1pm and we needed to finish packing and be out the door by 10 to get to the airport for my parent's. Although, we aren't staying in the house with them, It's gonna be the day before Christmas Eve so my mom's gonna be stressed the fuck out with preparing the house and food for guests. It's not a big celebration, just a few colleagues she wants to impress and their families. My father and I still haven't directly talked since he came to see me, although I really don't want to. I'm doing this for my mom and my brother. I haven't seen Damien in so long and to finally be able to see him for the first time before I head back to school would make it all worth the trouble of seeing my dad. We all decided it would be best if we rented an airbnb and just stayed there together so that we weren't in my mother's way while she was preparing. I'm just worried about how different things will be with Zara coming. It was hard already trying to keep thing less... touchy and dynamic-like with Imogen around. She kind of caught on already. I know because she started asking me questions about us and how we work on a daily basis.

     After we got all packed up, Zara and I met Imogen and Jasmine in the hallway and we went down together. We checked out of the hotel and made our way to the airport where we were able to skip security and go straight to our first class flights. I swear, Zara didn't have to go all out with this trip the way she did, but, I know she likes to leave a good impression. Especially with Imogen being my best friend, she wanted to make sure everything was perfect for us to show that she's 'worthy of being with me' in Imogen's eyes. It's not that she's insecure or really even scared of Imogen, she just knows the value she holds in my life and if Imogen is happy, I'm happy.

    The flight took about eight hours- we arrived back home around 3pm est. I slept the entire flight through. Luckily there weren't a lot of people on our flight back. I laid with Zara. I held her hand in my sleep the entire time, or atleast- that's what she told me. We got off the plane and waited at the door for Imogen and Jasmine who have become insufferably attached at the hip. In retrospect, it was kind of obvious seeing as how we threw them in a room together and whil Zara and I went on dates and photoshoots, Jasmine and Imogen spent a lot of time together.

      Once I see Imogen, I plead for them to hurry up. "Come onnnn, we're gonna be late checking in."

     "We're coming!!" Imogen says, dragging her carry on behind her. "You're so impatient."

      "Call it what you want- I call it punctual."

     We went through to the parking garage where Imogen left her car. We got in and went to the grocery store before we headed to the house. It took about 30 minutes to get to the airbnb where we met the host who told us a few things about the house. It was a decent size, something quiet to escape to for the next week and a half. Imogen could've stayed at home but we wanted us all to be together and plus, her parents and siblings would probably not be comfortable with this many people occupying the house. We spent the day getting ready and used to the new house that we're gonna be staying at for the break. I smoked outback while Zara got ready for bed. With us being six hours ahead, Zara and I wanted to sleep early. It's only 6 and she was dozing off- I figured after already coming back in, I'd get ready after her and go to bed in a couple of hours after i went through the photos we took in Paris and sent them around to everyone so that they could post or have them for themselves. Everything was pretty much taken on my phone or camera- A few on Zara's of me.

"Babe," Zara calls out walking down the hall and into the living room. "You coming?"

"No, I'm gonna finish editing these photos. Go to sleep though, you were tired all day." I looked back at her standing directly behind me at the couch.

"I'd rather wait for you." She leans down and kisses the top of my head.

"Gross!" Imogen shouts from the kitchen.

"You've walked in on worse." I responded, and she has.

"Can I go through the photos with you?"

"Of course, love." I pat the seat next to me.

She comes around the corner and sits next to me. I rest my head on her shoulder and lean the laptop our way more. She rested her head on mine and we looked through them together. I got so many photos that I separated them by who was in each, e.g. Zara and me, Zara and Jas, all four, etc.

     "I like this one." She points to the screen. It was a picture of just her, carrying my shopping bags and smiling.

     "Why though? You're holding like four bags right there- they look heavy."

     "Because they're yours. And I'm yours. I don't know, just kind of seems symbolic to me.." She shrugged.

    "You're so corny." I couldn't help but grin at the response.

     "Yeah, whatever. Can you send me all of the pictures. Not just of me or me and you I want pictures of you too."

     "Why don't you pick a few out and send them to yourself for me, I'm gonna grab something to snack on." I hand her the laptop and stand up.

     As I walked to the kitchen, She shouts "Show me before you eat it!"

    "Duh!"

     I walked into the kitchen to see Imogen on her phone, sitting on the counter boiling water. She looked up and greeted me with a smile, before looking down at her phone again. I looked around the kitchen for something to eat. Not too filling, not too sweet. I settled on making some guacamole and grabbing some chips we had bought earlier.

     "Can i have some?!" Imogen asks looking over at me from the other counter.

    "Sure, come to the living room soon?" I pick up the plate and chips and carry it out. She offers me tea and I take her up on it since I know it'll put me to sleep sooner.

I sat back down next to Zara. Imogen walks out behind me and sets the cups down infront of us. She sits at the chair to the right of me.

"Is this good?" I asked Zara referring to the guacamole as a snack.

"Yeah, its fine. Just don't eat too much of it, you know you don't sleep well if you eat too much before bed." Zara points out- she's right, If I eat too much my stomach starts to hurt and i become restless.

Imogen didn't seem to like that she said that though as her face grew concerned at the comment. I gave her a 'it's okay' look. I could already tell that during Paris she was a little confused about the whole relationship. She saw we were touchy and all that- she doesn't mind that. What she was confused about was how controlling Zara seemed to be. It's not in a way where I dont want her to be. If there were ever an issue where I really genuinely didn't like a part of the dynamic she instilled, we would talk about it. Like sleeping in sometimes. Theres usually a week at the beginning of every month where she lets me sleep in. All i had to do was tell her I needed atleast some time to relax, sleep in, etc. and she provided. The dynamic is as controlling as I want it to be and I like that she has these rules set into place and tells me what to do, eat, wear- etc. It's not conventional to other people, but, it's us. And I wouldn't wanna have us any other way.

Now I've gotta explain that to Imogen. She went to bed after she finished her tea and I was left alone after Zara left to sleep early. I only stayed up an extra hour longer, but, I ended up falling asleep on the couch and waking up to the sound of Jasmine humming to herself in the kitchen. I got up and went to the bathroom in the room with Zara who was still sound asleep. I love watching her sleep. Not in a creepy way of course. She's just so.. peaceful and just as pretty sleeping as she is when she's awake. I catch myself staring too long and going in the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I walked back out to the kitchen where Jasmine had set out a few pancakes and Imogen was sitting alone eating already.

"Good morning." I catch her attention.

"Oh, hey! How'd you sleep?" She asked.

"Decent, the couch is oddly comfortable."

"What are you gonna wear to the party tonight?" She asked cutting into a pancake.

"Oh, I have no idea. I have a few dresses but Zara's gonna choose for me." I sit down in front of her and wait for Zara to wake up to see exactly how much and what she wants me to eat.

     Imogen looked at me and I could already tell what she was thinking. "That's.."

     I can't have Imogen hating Zara and thinking she's treating me as anything less than her princess. I can't. So I decided it was time for her to know just how serious things are. I stop her in and begin to explain the logistics of our dynamic. She listened for the most part, I could tell she was still really confused on how it works. "It's odd, I know. But it makes me feel better about us and how we operate and I feel safer. It may not be the most standard practice for a relationship, but, I love it. And love her." She went quiet for a moment.. "Please, say something."

      "That's cool." She shrugs.

    "What? You don't think it's weird?"

     "I don't completely get it, but, if it makes you happy and Zara happy, who am I to judge how you decide to move in your relationship? Plus, you're so much happier with her and I was just looking out for you. I love you idiot. And also, I had no idea you were so freaky." She winks.

     "Ew." I laughed at the last part. "I love you too."

     "I will most definitely be asking a lot of questions though." She pointed out.

     "I'm okay with that. I will answer everything the best that I can."

     Above all else, Imogen's opinion is the only opinion that truly genuinely mattered to me. It would break my heart if she thought any differently of me and to know that she doesn't exactly judge it is amazing to me. I really truly couldn't have asked for a better friend in my life.

Jasmine walks out of the hallway and into the kitchen. "You're not eating, pre- I mean, Blair?"

"I'm waiting for Zara to see how much." I turn around and tell her.

"Just eat one for now, while you wait. You can tell her I said it was okay." Jasmine sits down beside me and puts a plate down infront of me.

Imogen looks at me again with a confused look spread across her face.

"I'll tell you later." I assured her, picking up a pancake.

hours pass and we have to get ready for the party tonight. Zara put me in a plain white dress and cardigan and handed me a larger jacket to put over myself. The weather was gonna be insanely cold tonight so she wanted to make sure I didn't freeze. She set out a pair of white boots as well for when we're completely ready to go. I still had my makeup to do, but, she insisted i slid a t shirt over the dress so that I wouldn't ruin it while I did so. We stood infront of the bathroom mirror and looked at ourselves. her dress was black. Longer than mine with two matching slits on each side of her body so parts of her abdomen were exposed. She had a matching black long coat and wore the same as me- boots, but, black.

"You're so pretty." She whispers into my ear.

I turn my head to the side and turn hers towards me so that I could kiss her. I turned my body completely after a second of our lips connecting. I want her so badly, all of the time. I can't get enough of her. I tried to deepen the kiss and she reciprocated for a moment, even lifting me up on the bathroom counter. She loves lifting me up- it proves something to her. What exactly? I don't know. But, love it too.

She pulled back. "You know where this could lead and we have to go soon."

"You suck." I hopped off the counter and stand in front of her. But then I had a thought and stopped her immediately. "Do you remember when you edged me and you wouldn't let me top?"

"Um, yeah?" She questioned leaning back against the wall next to the open bathroom door.

I knelt down in front of her and stared in her eyes.

"Princess." She grins as the word slips out of her mouth. "Now?!"

"We'll be quick! You can be quiet right?" I lift up her dress and I can't help but feel ecstatic at the thought of even touching her.

"We'll see." She nervously gets out.

I took her panties off of her and threw them behind me. I bit the inside of my cheeks with our eyes connected as she looked down at me, holding her dress up more so that I could easily please her. That's all I ever wanna do- please her. I start by kissing up her thighs, teasing her a bit as how much she tortured me earlier, but, she hates to wait.

"Come on, babe. We have to be quick." She uses as a lame excuse to get me to give her what she wants.

"You can tease but I cant?"

"Exactly." Her eyes grew dark. And that's when I know, I have to.

I started off with just my tongue against her clit ever so lightly. I went slowly as I looked up at her and saw her head fall back to the wall with her eyes closed. I took that as a cue to go a little faster. I allowed myself to go with the flow of her energy. However she felt, I wanted to make her feel better. I went faster, applied more pressure with my tongue as I used one hand to wrap around her thigh and over top  to stretch her a bit more so I could reach her clit better. With how wet she had gotten I slipped in two fingers and that sent her. She breathed in deeply and her body started to roll against my tongue as if begging for more. She looked over to realize the door was still open and slammed it shut trying to hold her balance, letting out a quiet moan. Her other arm gripped the towel bar as her body began to stiffen a bit as she grabbed the dress even more with her other hand. She was trying to keep herself up but was obviously struggling,  So I went faster.

    "Fuck, princess." She whispered under a slight moan. "Right there, right there, right there."

    I kept pace and looked up at her, she opened her eyes and looked down at me, nodding her head as if I was doing everything perfectly. I felt her body stiffen as she tried to hold her breath in. Her head fell back once again and her body came off the bathroom wall and closer into me. She let out a loud gasp before covering her mouth to mask the rest of the noise. Her grip tightened around my fingers. Fuck, I love that feeling.  Zara's body began to relax and as I released the grip my mouth had around her and took my fingers out from inside of her she slid down the wall, kissing me.

     "I love the way I taste off your pretty face." She wipes herself off the rest of my face. "You're like, insanely good at that, you know?"

     "I just wanna make you feel good." I blushed, her hands still only my face. I melted into her as she looked at me with the hazy eyes she always gets after she cums.

    "You're the reason I always feel good." She kisses me once more as she helps me up. "Finish getting ready, I don't wanna be late and make a bad impression on your parents."

     She kissed my cheek and walked out of the bathroom, pulling her dress down without the panties and leaving the bedroom. I looked down on my fingers. Evidence of her pleasure still left all over them and I couldn't help but feel accomplished as I took them in my mouth and licked them off before washing my hands to get ready.