The Morning After
With red, swollen eyelids, Bianca peers through the misty fog as she desperately tries to get one last look at Maggie in the distance who glides away as if she's floating on a cloud. Their flowing, sheer white togas - Maggie's revealing one shoulder; Bianca's, the shadowed mysterious valley between her breasts - billow in the gentle breeze that separates them. Bianca calls out Maggie's name at the top of her lungs, longing for the girl to come back to her. When Maggie turns around, her gentle brown eyes are vacant as she stares in Bianca's direction but does not appear to see her. Maggie continues to float away, a baby - Miranda? Bianca thinks - appears to be in her arms. Bianca falls to her knees as she sobs in the palms of her hands, her whole body wracked with unrelenting pain.
Yet when Bianca's eyes peel apart the sleep that holds them together, she is greeted with a different site.
"Good morning, beautiful," Maggie says.
Tears stream down Bianca's cheeks. Maggie's own eyes well up with tears as she wipes Bianca's away. A single sheet covers their naked bodies.
"Was it something I said?" Maggie teases. "Something I did?"
"You...you...this," Bianca attempts to say as the tears come faster. "Is everything I ever dreamed it would be. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"Then don't cry, Bianca," Maggie says amid her own tears. "Because I'm not going any where. I'm never leaving you."
On this morning, the words 'I love you' do not need to be spoken.
"What did you do to me?" Maggie asks.
"Everything."
"No, I mean," Maggie says, blushing. "What did you do to me here and here?" Maggie points to her head and to her heart. "I am so in love with you yet I feel like I'm losing it at the same time."
"How do you think I feel?"
"You feel," Maggie says as she runs her fingers and hand along the side of Bianca's face and down her neck. "Wonderful."
Maggie shakes her head and laughs.
"What?" Bianca asks.
"I can't believe," Maggie says looking up as if the words will appear from the ceiling. "I spent all those years being so -"
"Scared?"
"Scared, worried, confused, nervous. Bianca, you brought me heaven."
"You are heaven."
"You are amazing," Maggie says as she runs a finger from the top of the sheet that covers Bianca's chest down to her navel.
Bianca blushes. "It's been awhile."
"Well, everything worked. Believe you, me. Everything."
"Apparently," Bianca says with a little grin. "Your French is improving too."
Maggie feigns shock as she playfully attempts to hit Bianca. As Bianca restrains Maggie's wrist, they lock eyes. A tsunami-sized wave of desire surges around them.
"Je t'envie...Encore."