Breaking and Entering
Two women: one blonde and one brunette are careening down a long and winding back country road in upstate New York. It was night and the ominous sound of thunder clouded over what had been a beautiful day out in the country picking apples and exploring. The backseat of the Cadillac packed with their day's efforts: apple baskets and crates of fresh cider.
A soft song played on the radio fading in and out as the reception was poor. Neither Lucy nor Amy minded because they knew the song well, their memories substituting in the missing phrases of music.
Amy was sitting close, almost touching Lucy's shoulder with her own. A content smile broke across her face, her blue eyes dancing in utter happiness. The crescents of her cheeks, rose tipped from the slight wind burn of a cool day. Lucy had the heat cranked as high as it would go. She hated to be cold; her body still not acclimated to this new climate so different from California. Amy, having grown up on the East Coast, was not bothered she knew to dress in layers. The heat inside the car became stifling to her so she slipped out of her wool sweater, a fitted white blouse underneath. Lucy was dressed in her traditional black jeans, boots, and pullover v neck sweater. A long leather jacket finished her ensemble.
As they drove down the road, the wind picked up, battering the care with the last of the fall leaves. A flash lightening, a clap of thunder and then rain pounded against the windshield. Lucy reached out and turned the wipers on high as she could barely see three feet in front of her. The mood in the car was still light, however, and they bantered on about the day and their plans ahead.
"So Janet wants us to come out for Thanksgiving. What do you think Luce?"
"I think that is a great idea just please tell me that Janet will be carving the bird this year. Scud is a total klutz and I don't want to get stuck eating Chinese again."
"Well if you'd board Scooter then we wouldn't have that problem."
"Where I go, Scooter goes. He'd go nuts in the pen."
They continued discussing the previous year's turkey incident. Lucy insisted had Scud been given dish duty instead of turkey carving duty, that he would not have dropped the bird on the floor. Amy insisted that had Scooter been outside in the back yard of Scud and Janet's townhouse, where there was a dog house built just for him for those visits, instead of being inside and under foot, they would have only lost the one drumstick and thigh and not the entire bird as Scooter had so quickly dashed off with the bird in his mouth. Lucy's final point was that Scooter didn't need to be out in the snow storm that was going on to which Amy replied that it wasn't a snow storm the snow wasn't even sticking.
Lucy was about to retort that last statement when all of a sudden, a loud bang, followed by the lub lub lubbing of a tire, out of air and slapping against the road, filled the space between them. Lucy looked at Amy and pulled the car over to the side of the road.
"Shit! A flat!" The rain was really starting to come down hard.
"Lucy, don't go out in that. Wait for it to let up. You'll get soaked."
"Amy, Ii don't have a spare."
"What? No spare, you're kidding! Please tell me you're kidding Luce!"
Lucy shrugged and gave Amy her best who-me smile as she explained why there wasn't a spare in the trunk. Amy's blue irises bulged incredulously, the whites of her eyes radiating a rarely seen, blinding glow, seemingly mocking Lucy's flimsy excuse.
"So what are we supposed to do? We're stuck out here in a downpour, no signal on our cell phones."
Lucy looked around. There wasn't much to see. They were out in the country. A car hadn't come past them the entire evening and judging by the complete blackness in the direction they had come, a car wouldn't be coming by any time soon. Out of the corner of her eye, Lucy spied Amy biting her lower lip which elicited a sigh from the apprehensive brunette as she got out of the car.
The rain was cold, the kind that makes you shiver just thinking about it. Lucy looked around and saw a light up in the distance to the right. It didn't look too far ahead. Maybe they could use a phone and get Triple A out there to help them. Lucy got back into the car and told Amy what she saw. A decision was made between the two of them and they both got out of the car and walked quickly towards the flickering light in the distance.
The house was old and large. The door was solid oak and had a large and heavy, ornate pewter knocker. Lucy lifted the knocker and let it fall with a thundering thud against the door. There was no answer, no sounds from inside of anyone stirring. Both Lucy and Amy peered in through the windows trying to see if they could see anyone inside. They looked at each other and Amy involuntarily shivered. The rain had soaked them both to the bone as the distance they walked was deceptively longer than it had looked. Again Lucy let the knocker clang down against the door. Both girls paused, but there was still no answer.
The wind picked up and Amy's shivers grew more convulsive. Lucy rolled her eyes and reached into her black leather coat and pulled out her ever present lock picking kit much to Amy's relief. The latter wondering what in the heck took Lucy so long to reach that conclusion. In a matter of seconds, the heavy door was unlocked. Lucy pushed the door open cautiously as a groan echoed out from its hinges.
Both girls walked into the house. They called to see if anyone was home and were answered by complete silence. The front foyer is dark but there was a light they could make out coming from underneath a door. They walked together towards the door. The door opened into what appeared to be a living room. The source of light: a fire burning in the fireplace. On the hearth, a supply of firewood neatly stacked. The floor in front of the fireplace was covered with a large bearskin rug bordered by two heavy leather chairs. Lucy walked over to the fire and held her hands out to warm them. When sufficiently warmed, Lucy grabbed a poker and fiddled with the fire, carefully placing more wood onto the flames to warm up the room.
Lucy turned to Amy and noticed her girlfriend's penchant for not wearing a bra, the evidence showing through, outlined on Amy's white shirt. Lucy's face softened.
"You're shivering, Amy. Get out of that wet shirt before you catch your death of cold."
Shyly, Amy undid the small white buttons one at a time, down the front of her blouse. Big blue eyes looked into dark brown orbs growing all the darker with sudden desire while watching Amy's delicate hands work.
"Lucy, what if whoever lives here comes home? How do you think he'll feel seeing us like this?"
Lucy looked at Amy, a soft sensual smile crossing her face. "I think he'll feel damn lucky. We'll be the best thing he's ever seen." Lucy, though a reformed master criminal, found no reason why she couldn't steal Amy's breath away. She let her criminal instincts take over. She threw on her megawatt smile, and the confidence it radiated took Amy's breath away and made her instantly blush; a reaction the fiery shadows dancing across her face camouflaged well.
"It'll be okay Amy. I'll protect you from the big bad wolf." Captivated by the alluring undertone in Lucy's voice, Amy stood enchanted, transfixed while Lucy sidled nearer, closing the distance that was unbearable.
Amy's skin sizzled against the soft contact of Lucy's hand grazing her shoulder, helping her peel off her wet blouse. Her eyes dilated in anticipation knowing what was to come.
Lucy took her time gazing, taking it all in, how her lover looked in the firelight, wind beating against the windowpanes, a rising crescendo of soundtrack. She had the most beautiful girl in the world standing before her, looking at her, loving her.
Amy closed her eyes. The slightest, feather soft touch of Lucy's lips against the hollow of her neck thrilled her, sending her heart into a quicker rhythm that was not out of time with the pulsing building between her legs. Amy wrapped her arms around Lucy, savoring the feel of their bodies touching. Her gentle hands reached down and like a sixth sense, expertly undid Lucy's button fly black jeans. Lucy's pelvis inwardly sighed relief at the sudden freedom from constriction. Amy's lips met Lucy's hungrily in quick nips and gradually lengthening sucks, tasting what were hers and hers alone to feast upon.
Their movements were a practiced frenzy, an instinct that was right and real and intimate. Caresses that lingered, fingers probed into warm, wet, slick spaces; pulsing, pushing and teasing, promising more to come. They were naked now and poised on the rug, its soft fur caressing, sometimes tickling; it is teasing, adding to their sensual pleasure of one another. The wood crackling in the fire next to them was an audience, applauding their passion as they moved against each other and groaned. Just as their frenzied movements were almost at their peak, Amy paused on top of Lucy and looked down lovingly into her eyes, brushing her bangs away from them.
Amy felt a rush burn through her body and with a rasping voice emanating from the very depths of her soul, averred "I so very much love you, Lucy."
And it is that moment that steals away words from Lucy's utterance, that look of total vulnerability they share, that each lives for in this moment, the meeting of their souls connects them beyond anything that either had ever experienced. It is always there between them in good times and in bad; a fusion so sweet, it softly sings their special song. Trembling, shivering as they come together as one again.
The logs sighed as they shrank together, collapsing and sending up sparks that glittered into the night. Lucy and Amy snuggled together peacefully like cherubs; their flushed and rosy cheeks muted by firelight. Lion raven manes and fingers intertwined gracefully, they sleep soundly through the storm.