Thick drops rain fell from the dark sky and onto the ground, soaking everything. She had missed this, having the opportunity to relax and just sit in the middle of a gentle storm. The occasional drop would land in her glass, sloshing the already diluted fluid that inhabited it, splashing around her hand in a swirling pattern as the woman lazily tilted her glass and would look up at the dark clouds that hung over everyone's head and then close her eyes for a moment of peace. Cold tears from the sky splashed against her pale face, chilling the plains enough to make the blonde shiver with delight. This went on for who knows how long before a darker entity fell over her and protected her from the rain. "Hey, what's the big idea?" she asked the mystery figure, sitting up to see who she was waiting for the entire time.
"Hello, Roxy."
The blonde smiled widely, her black lips stretching to communicate her glee of seeing her long awaited lover. "Hey there, Beautiful." Her glass was overflowing with crystal clear rain water as she sat on the cold and wet bench, most of her clothes soaked through. They simply stared at one another for a while, just remembering the intensity of the colours that made up those portals to the soul. "I didn't know you would come home so soon. I was expecting you to be gone for another month and a half." The woman stated in an almost disappointed tone, looking over Roxy's now soaked clothes. Ah, she was wearing the outfit she bought the last time she came home; a black pair of tight leggings with a loose white tee that exposed her shoulder. She could see the hints of some undergarments as well, but that would come later. God, she missed her. "Are you going to sit here all night, or are you going to walk me home?" Roxy shivered with the way she spoke. That French accent really purred against her ears and frankly, she loved it. She loved everything about Porrim. Needless to say, she missed her in the mandatory nine month absence for work. Every little bit, from her eyebrow piercings down to her long toes. "Oh course I will, sweet thing." Roxy stood, taking the umbrella and holding its warm thin handle with Porrim, feeling how warm her gloved hands felt against her own clammy hands. "You're absolutely freezing, Roxy. Let's get you in before you catch a cold." She couldn't agree more.
The beauty of the storm could not amount to Porrim's beauty; there simply was no contest between the delicate curve of her eyelashes and the wispy tendrils of the clouds that hung over them. Their walk was calm and almost healing in a way, just remembering the reality that yes, they existed. They weren't just voices over a dingy radio to each other. It hurt to be alone for so long, but they managed well as a couple. Roxy found it strange to see so many people on the streets, but that was natural. Living in the Amazon Rainforest with little company besides Jake really took its toll. One could say she became a little awkward socially. The click of her lover's heels pulled her back into the world around her, splashing the small puddles that stood no chance in dampening the woman's shoes. "Do you remember where we live, Roux?" She asked as they traveled the busy and wet streets of Chicago. Roxy seemed a little thrown off by the question and could only make an impression of Scooby Doo. "Ri ron't row?" She giggled a bit, resting her head on the usually stoic and majestic woman's shoulder. "That's okay. We moved anyway."
Before Roxy could ask, they took a turn and stood before this gorgeous French-style apartment building. Right in the middle of the city and one of the highest resident buildings, their new home was beautiful to say the least. Roxy could always count on Porrim for beauty in everything. She could never admit it was tedious. Trips to aquariums and fancy restaurants never stacked up to how Porrim's presence could make a room seem blander. People would just gravitate towards her at parties and coincidentally, that was how the two women met.
Roxy's eyes scanned the ornate palace that they called home was probably one of the fanciest places Roxy had ever laid eyes on, much less graced the tile floors with her own feet. Porrim clicked down lobby, greeting the secretary with a sort of eager impatience before she was led into an elevator. She always understood how Porrim became when she was gone for so long, so many nights when she had to warm her own bed and wake up to a cold breakfast of toast and coffee. Roxy felt the same way. Life just didn't seem that bright and livable without her light there with her. The golden elevator dinged and their liftman nodded them a good night before Porrim tugged her girlfriend from the platform and onto the solid marble floors. Jeez, how much was Porrim paying for a place like this? They walked together down a hallway that Roxy would most likely never memorize. She had three days with Porrim before she had to go back. Barely enough to remember her heartbeat, but she would use that time to her advantage. She certainly understood what Porrim needed and she was more than willing to give it. They stopped in front of room 1254 and Porrim fished a black key out of her shimmering black snakeskin purse. After a few turns of the tumblers, they were inside and Porrim let Roxy in as if she was a kitten needing to explore some place new. By golly, she felt like she was in an alien place. The room itself was painted in deep reds and gold's, much like the apartment building itself, only it had every bit of Porrim's charm; French meets Indian sort of deal. The first thing that assaulted Roxy's senses was the spicy smoky scent that wafted through the air. So Porrim was using the incense she bought her. That warmed her heart just with the sentiment of the idea. Gold animal statues along with little trinkets dotted the shelves, supporting row upon row of dusty old books her roommate loved and cherished. To finish such a place, a soft couch sat by a dark fireplace along with a strange chair dotted with bottle caps. The blonde made a note to ask about that later. For now, it was just them. "Wow, Rimmy. This place is pretty spiffy." She mumbled mostly to herself, enjoying the warmth of the room. Porrim had always insisted on keeping rooms hot. This was because she was born on the hot coasts of Bordeaux where it never truly got cold. Roxy never had a problem with that and it seemed nice to break a sweat more easily. She believed that it helped her sometimes with her hangovers. "I thought you would like it. I would have cleaned up a bit more, but we can't have Kanny getting too relaxed, now can we?" She shut the door and shrugged off her black mink fur coat, hanging it in the coat closet next to the door. "Jeez, it's just so freakin' quality in here. I didn't think you would have put so much time into this place." The blonde turned to look at Porrim, only to watch the dark-haired woman turn with pleasantly narrowed eyes. Gosh, she loved those amazing flecks of emerald. They were intense enough to put on earrings and sell to the pharaohs themselves. "I have had a lot of time to myself." She considered, pouting her lips just a bit to add to that small shrug of dismissal. She approached a smiling Roxy, resting her hands on her damp shoulders. She played with her shirt a bit, readjusting it and pulling it down again, all the while her eyes flitting over the figure she had missed so much. "In between character design and counseling, there isn't much else to do besides..." She moved her face closer to Roxy's her voice disappearing into a heavy whisper. "Fantasmer." Roxy could feel the heat radiate off of her shimmering jade lips and she shivered with delight, hugging around Porrim's sloping waist. "I like the way you think, Mademoiselle." She winked in reply, playful as always.
They looked each other in the eye once Roxy settled down, reading one another like their favourite well-worn books before their lips crashed together, all of the frustration and longing melding into a mess of emotions. Porrim could feel Roxy's warm fingers push into her hair and find a comfortable hold and she did the same, holding the thick soft hair in a handful that both would enjoy. If Rox benefited from one thing over those expeditions, it was an increase in her strength and Porrim loved it. With a swift movement, Porrim was wrapping her legs around Roxy's waist and she was being held in the air by her slightly shorter but physically stronger lover. Muscles were attractive, she supposed as her mind hazed over with unbridled desire. Black mixed with jade as they kissed messily, greying around each others mouths as tongues fought and tumbled together much like how kittens would wrestle. Who could blame them? The jade woman fought her own selfish desires for a second and looked to Roxy, eyes half-lidded and displaying a gorgeous set of smoky eyes. "Now, I believe I need to take care of my kitten." Roxy could only smirk dreamily and lay back for her, feeling Porrim's soft hands pad up her body until she was sitting on top of the blonde, tugging at her dress for Roxy's long-awaited and own personal show. Her fingertips felt like sparks along Roxy's chest, perking where appropriate and shocking her with pleasant sensations she had been starved from. The blonde couldn't help but help remove the loosened dress, sighing happily at the sight before her; she indeed did not forget the twins, both affectionately named Pacman and "Hey, Misses P. Hey Mister P." She pecked them both affectionately and latched on; knowing Porrim was igniting fireworks in her head. The silence, only granted ambiance with heavy breathing, was now occupied by Porrim's hitched breathing and the wet sounds of sucking. Who said she had to only please Roxy? This was a give and take after all. Both parties had always thought that the relationship was best when neither was wearing any panties, but it was still exquisitely dapper when they were. The deal sealer was a thick, breathy moan that escaped her partner's mouth as she held the offending party's head to her chest, letting Roxy enjoy her for all she was worth. In all honesty, Porrim never had that much endurance when it came to this sort of thing. She was always a pleaser and teaser, not a recipient. She held onto Roxy like a rosary to a priest's chest, not caring for a moment to stay quiet. They were alone and that was all that mattered. It wasn't until Roxy felt wetness drip from her and onto her leg from the other woman that she knew it was A-Okay to move on. Roxy could feel that heat in her core and she could only bite her greyed lip as Porrim pressed soft wet kisses down her body, running her fingers through the blonde hair that shielded her little flower from the elements. Porrim would never admit it, but she loved it when Roxy came home and hadn't been able to shave in months. In one way, it made her feel more beautiful, in others, it made her appreciate Roxy's natural beauty and in others, just showed that she was comfortable with Roxy just the way she was. She pressed a soft kiss to the thick blonde hair, catching an encouraging sigh; she went forward and tasted the woman she had missed so much. This earned one of the most beautiful sounds Porrim had ever heard and a slight tug on her hair, making her smile before continuing to please the woman that had been only been a void in her life until an hour ago. "Oh… Porrim~!" Roxy was more vocal between the two, but both could agree that Porrim lost control more easily if allowed to.
Needless to say, Roxy's legs and Porrim's mouth and fingers were a big wet mess and their ears were ringing with Roxanne's cries of pleasure. It truly had been too long. Roxy pulled Porrim up and embraced her for a moment, a smug grin on her face as she hugged her with both arms and legs. "Gosh, you're so great, babe." The Virgo sighed happily and hugged her back, letting Roxy encourage her onto the couch. "My turn, Cutie." She bucked from the very beginning, finding the combination of sensation and sound to send her over the edge in an eager lemming-style race over the climax. She lay trembling afterwards with Roxy pressing kisses to the insides of her legs and licking her lips clean. "You taste more beautiful than I remember." Porrim could only smile and giggle breathlessly, brushing her long strands of hair from her reddened face. "I can say the same for you." She returned, hugging Roxy.
"I missed you so much, Roxy."
"I know, Rimmy. I'm so glad to be home." They picked up their clothes for the sake of poor Kanaya and walked to their room, crawling into the thick silk bed sheets and cuddling together for warmth. "Hehe, I missed this more than anything." Porrim purred, hugging onto Roxy. The blonde definitely felt the same. Cots were nice for a while, but sometimes a big old soft bed with the love of one's life was a whole world of difference between a good existence and a perfect existence. They shared a long silence, just enjoying the combination of breathing and afterglow.
"Hey, Roxy?" Porrim asked tentatively as she hugged around her chest and nuzzled against her chest.
"Wassup?" She could almost repeat Porrim's question before she even said it. It was a mistake for what she did the last time she left.
"You'll be here when I wake up, right?" Porrim's voice, in that sentence, grew to roughly the size of a pea, mostly out of fear and all around anxiety. The last time Roxy left, she did so under Porrim's nose. It was necessary, but that didn't mean that Porrim just sat around and accepted it. The first few weeks of that expedition were awful. Porrim wouldn't speak to Roxy all because she didn't say goodbye. It simply wasn't something one did to a Maryam. Having such maternal personalities came with mixed blessings, one being abandonment and attachment issues. Roxy bit her lip and closed her eyes, remembering the bitter tearful fight like it was minutes ago.
"Yes, baby. I'll be right here." She could feel a few spots of wetness on her chest, but she could do nothing. Sometimes, the Maryams just needed a good long cry. She stoically stayed awake; petting the smooth raven-coloured hair until long after Porrim fell asleep and listened to the rain outside, letting herself enjoy its singular beauty for a few moments before shipping herself off to Dreamland, where Porrim and all of her best fantasies awaited.
"I'll always be here, Porrim."