Sara

It's 5:30pm and I hear the front door shut and a set of keys being placed on the table in the front entrance.

"Sara!"

I speed walk out of the kitchen and into the front entrance. My feet stop the second I see her face and we just stare at each other for a few seconds. Our wide and excited smiles brightening the room. Stacy starts making tiny squealing noises as she lightly jobs up to me and wraps her arms around me in a suffocating hug.

I lightly squeeze her back and breathe in her heavenly scent. God I love her so much.

"I can't believe this is happening!" I whisper into her neck.

"I know! I felt like this day would never come," Stacy says as she pulled back slightly from our embrace.

It was sort of surreal. Stacy and I have been together now for four years now and I have never felt more in love with any other person before. We moved to Los Angeles 6 months ago for Stacy's job, we got ourselves a little kitten and are living a comfortable, happy life together. She truly is someone I could see spending the rest of my life with.

Today it was announced that the Supreme Court of the United States had voted to legalize same-sex marriage in all of the US. Even though I had the option of marrying because of my Canadian citizenship, I had vowed to stay in solidarity with those who didn't have the privilege and wait until all of the US could marry whoever they wanted, regardless of sex. And today that happened.

When the news came out this morning, Stacy was at work. So we had a quick conversation over the phone on her lunch break, but I just couldn't wait to see her beautiful face.

"I love you," she says, gazing dreamily into my eyes.

"I love you too, Stace," I say as I lean in for a kiss.

Her kisses are always so sweet. Her lips are possibly the softest in all of the planet. But the best part about Stacy's kisses is that I know she loves me fully, completely, and with all of her heart.

Stacy

A couple of hours after I got home from work, Sara and I went out for dinner and drinks with a few of our friends to celebrate. The both of us stumble into our home after the taxi had dropped us off, our bodies feeling warm and giddy from the small amount of alcohol we had consumed.

The second I lock the front door, Sara is all over me. She spins me around and pins me against the door and starts littering little kisses all over my face and neck.

"Sara… can you at least wait to get to the bedroom?" I giggle, slowly starting to lose control and give myself to her.

"I'm sorry," Sara whispers against my skin. "It's hard to not lose control around you" she says in a sly, husky voice as she started passionately kissing my lips.

Mmm… There is something about Sara's that make me feel like I'm home. Her kisses made me feel safe. She made me feel like I could truly be myself.

Sara reluctantly backed away from our embrace.

" I'm going to check on Holiday and I'll meet you in bed okay?"

"Okay babe," I say, taking off my shoes and tapping Sara's bum as she walks away. She turns around and winks at me before leaving.

As I undressed and washed off my make up, I thought about today's events and mine and Sara's relationship. We've been through so much together, and I can't wait to make more memories with her.

I made a mental slideshow, stopping at different important events in the past four years that we've experienced together. Our first date, when I was so nervous that I spilt my dinner all over my dress, and when Sara helped clean me up, not making a big deal about it. When we got our first apartment together in New York. When she supported and comforted me and listened to me when my mother got sick. When she surprised me on my birthday by flying all the way to New York from tour just for one night. Moving to LA together and playfully bickering over furniture and adopting a cat together.

One memory stood out in my mind though. I flash to our second anniversary. We had gotten all dressed up to go to this fancy restaurant on the water to celebrate. On our way back home we walked through Central Park. We sat down on a bench and watched as people, couples, children, families, walked past. I curled up into Sara's side feeling like it was where I belonged.

Sara cleared her throat and started to speak, her voice had a nervous and shaky undertone, "Hey Stace…?"

"Yes?" I started to get nervous. Did I do something wrong? Is she starting to have doubts? She's never showing any signs of straying. Where is this coming from? I thought, automatically jumping to conclusion and worrying that Sara didn't want to be with me anymore.

"Umm… So I know we've been pretty serious for a while and I know you understand how I feel about getting married and that I've vowed to abstain from it until everyone can do it. But… fuck, Stace… I love you so much. I-I don't want to be with anyone else. And it's hard to picture myself with someone who isn't you."

It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I couldn't believe that I thought Sara wasn't fully committed to this relationship, because all of her actions throughout our relationship have proven that she loves me with all her heart.

"Aww babe! I love you too.." I said as I leaned in and gave Sara a sweet peck on her lips.

"Well… Stacy, you know that I love you with everything that have and, one day, I want to make that official. Like official official. When we have marriage equality in this country, I want to get married. To you and only you. This isn't a proposal, but a promise to you." she said, staring deep into my eyes. If Sara wanted to get married right then and there, I would have done it.

"Of course Sara. Of course I'll do it. Why wouldn't I want to marry the most intelligent, beautiful, thoughtful woman in the world?" I said with a bright smile on my face and a girly giggle coming out of my mouth.

Butterflies started to flutter in my stomach just thinking about that perfect night.

I walk into our bedroom and dim the lights and lay in bed, waiting for Sara in my bra in underwear.

Sara pads into the room and lights up the room with her beautiful smile. I look at her with a playfully seductive look and gesture for her to come closer with my finger.

"Get your cute little butt over here Sara Quin."

Sara can't seem to take her clothes off fast enough and gets on top of me. We just lay there for a bit and make out, with our limbs entangles, the only thing keeping us from being completely exposed us the thin fabric of our underwear.

Her fingertips softly caress the sides of my face as my hands slide up her back and unclasp her bra, revealing her silky, translucent skin.

"You are so stunning, Sara" I say, my breaths short.

Sara giggles and hides her face, "Stop!" She starts to kiss down my neck as I start to fondle her chest. She slowly starts to make me lose control. Sara senses this and slowly drags her hand down my chest, between my breasts, down my abdomen and sliding under my underwear, stopping at my center. She soon is having me at her mercy and screaming her name.

After a long session of love-making, we lay cuddling under the sheets with a thin layer of sweat covering us. I wrap my arms around Sara, making her my little spoon with her back to my chest. Our hands loosely holding each other and I occasionally plant tiny, light kisses to the back of her neck.

"I'm so excited Stacy" Sara whispered.

"For what?'

"For the future…" Sara sighed happily before speaking again a few seconds later.

"We're going to get married one day… and have a family… and be happy. It's going to be perfect Stace…" she said in awe. Sara lightly squeezed my hand, making me smile.

Sara turned around and stared deep into my eyes. I leaned in for a kiss.

"I can't wait."