Like a quiet cat, Chloe inched above Catherine and gave her lover a kiss, their naked bodies touching as they rumpled the sheets.
This was the kind of Friday that got them excited. Both would be free over the next two days. It was fun to celebrate that by making love.
Chloe wrapped her hands around Catherine's face, then lowered her lips to Catherine's mouth again.
As a tender aura swept over the bed, a distant memory passed through Catherine's mind. Once again, she found herself recalling their first night together.
20 Months Ago
A naked Catherine threw her groggy stare upward, utterly consumed by the passion she felt.
Chloe lay above her with a teasing little smirk, lowering her nose against Catherine's own.
Though a part of her didn't really want to admit it, Catherine knew exactly what Chloe was thinking. Both of them were recalling their afternoon meeting, when Catherine had ran from their very first kiss.
The running was clearly a thing of the past, and Chloe's playful grin made her thoughts quite clear: I guess you do want me after all.
Catherine shifted her head and smooched Chloe's lips — freely admitting that Chloe was right. Before long, she felt Chloe's fingers drifting toward her legs.
The Present
Catherine lay cuddled in Chloe's arms, their bodies quivering with love and passion.
Both giggled while swimming straight toward one another, sunlight gleaming on the light-blue water. Upon reaching each other, they shared a kiss, their damp hair clinging to the sides of their heads.
After finding some space on the beach a bit later, Catherine and Chloe began their picnic.
Chloe rested in Catherine's embrace, enjoying the familiar warmth of their bed. "Catherine?" she said, holding her calm eyes closed.
"Yeah?" she murmured, stroking Chloe's soft locks.
"I want to marry you."
Catherine opened her eyes, which looked quite stricken.
"And don't ask why. You already know," Chloe said. "I love you."
Catherine's mouth opened, just a tad.
"I think that's the only explanation needed."