Fingers 'twined under rays that dropped far too slowly.
Eyes locked and hands stayed together as if the past was merely the past, and all they could think to do was move closer to each other and hold themselves there.
It felt almost as if they were dancing, longing to close that ever increasing gap between them; her eyes only marked the seconds in painfully excruciating ways.
Suddenly lips attacked hers and minds flew away, lost in some stolen moment beyond them; May held on as if it was the last thing that she'd be able to do and watched the glimmer of Zinnia's dark eyes closing.
She clung to her as if suddenly this was all that mattered, a love felt within their bones for each other.
May holds close, because pulling away means too much longing.
She feels those lips guide hers; Zinnia was older than her by just enough for it to feel as if she had more experience than May could ever hope to have.
This was a temptation to never part ways, to hang on, as if locked lips were a crucial part of life.
It was a sign of their love, a sign that was too desirable to pass up, as they savored the proximity and the feeling of being locked in tight as if they could never be dragged apart.
Zinnia held on to May in the same way, the same longing filled her veins; it consumed her in the way most emotions did though truly in the way that May brought out.
She leaned forward, clung to the smaller woman, held her close, and listened to the faint sound of finally being together as close as this.
May does not fight her on this and perhaps that's the most beautiful quality of it as she clearly loves her, longs to be close to her, and in this quiet moment, they are at peace.
Zinnia feels the strength within her bones of the old memories and makes her feel as if those days of old never happened as if she suddenly lost those old chasms of bad experiences, as if May had forgiven her, and loved her for so much more.
She leans closer, feels the pressure of two hearts tucked in close, and does not even let the thought of what all of that could mean: the pressures of hearts breaking from so much love and not being left unrepaired in any second.
Zinnia holds her for it is all that she can bring herself to do other than seal the kiss with lips eager to please; she only knows their love in this moment, an attachment of sorts to each other.
She hears May's soft breaths when they pull away slightly and sees the beautiful gem of her eyes and wonders truly if there can be anything like this.
Zinnia moves her fingers to only gently sway brown hair over shoulders and smiles; May never looked more beautiful than she appeared in this moment.
Brown hair fell around her delicately, no cap to hide it, and eyes so bright with emotion.
It became another image to be added to the scrapbook of memories that Zinnia kept for May within her mind; every single moment with her, became more beautiful than the last.
Zinnia reaches out, not quite hesitating, before she catches smooth skin and fingers set out to trace the fine lines of smooth skin; she knows May as more than another woman yet never feels like she knows nearly enough.
She leans forward again to take those lips in hers though she lets May pick the pace as she leans against lightly tanned skin and feels the rush of warmth from one heart to the next.