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Chapter 12
What a Wonderful World
"Wow… fifty-three dollars… hmmm…" –whispered Abby absentmindedly as she searched for a proper dozen of roses to send Kerry. As her finger clicked and typed in the correct address, she felt sort of corny; '…there's nothing cornier than flowers…' thought the young nurse but just the thought of Kerry's face upon receiving them, erased any unpleasant feelings.
It was Friday morning. Abby had the day off and lazily had gotten out of bed, had made herself a nice, giant cup of instant coffee and after ordering the flowers, considered what to do next. The city in the distance, looked bare blasted as it was, by the wind gusts of the fall months. Soon, the days would start to become shorter and the air crispier so much so, that it would get harder to breath in. Abby had never liked the winter despite having being born and raised in Minnesota. She always preferred the warmth of spring and summer and she was the happiest camper when –just in shorts and a top- everyone complained about the heat. But the summer was long gone and winter was approaching; hopefully this coming winter she'd have someone to warm up her bed and her spirits…Kerry.
Abby had awoken thinking about Kerry. Two weeks had gone by since that fateful day when they could no longer keep their feelings inside; two weeks of desperately packing so much in so little; two weeks of dreams and wishes to be fulfilled. Abby knew she wanted more; she felt that nothing short of a full life with Kerry was what she longed for at the bottom of her heart. But as much as she was certain of what she wanted, she was also aware of how difficult it felt for the young woman, to trust her good fortune. In more than one occasion she had allowed herself to retrieve or rather disengage from her own feelings towards Kerry. And Kerry had noticed.
"You okay..? –Kerry had asked her the night before- …Yeah… just a bit tired…" –mumbled the nurse despondently.
"Well, tomorrow is Friday….uh…you may want to…I don't know…stay home, rest?
Abby had opened her tired eyes as her body stiffened. "However though…I was thinking…hoping… that -if you wanted- you could stay with me this weekend…You know, nothing's special…I can cook that Thai thing you like…we can watch some movies…relax…whatever, you know..?"
The brunette smiled, shyly. "Sure… we can do that…"
"Or you rather stay home..?" –asked the redhead who did not want to pressure Abigail.
"You mean my home…?"
"Uhum…"
"No, no… I want to be with you…"
"Sweetheart…"-insisted the redhead, thoughtfully.
"Hmmm?"
"Are you sure you're okay..?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry Ker…I'm just…I don't know…distracted, I guess…"
"Well, you don't have to answer anything about the weekend just yet, ok? Just let me drop you at your place…"
Abby didn't want to go to her place. Despite her insecurities, sudden and whimsical as they were, she wanted to be with Kerry. "No Ker, let's go to your place… Just let me get some clothes and then… let's just…"
"To my place..?"
"Yeah…"
Kerry remained quiet. She knew something was troubling her young companion and she suspected that those gloomy eyes and that distracted demeanor had everything to do with their new relationship. Nonetheless, she knew better than to probe when Abby wasn't ready to budge so, patiently she remained fixed in driving them both to the safety of her own home.
An hour later, both women were entering Kerry's townhouse. Abby headed directly to her room; the guests' room which she had made her own. Kerry went into the kitchen to drop some bags and check the answering machine. No messages, thank God, she thought.
Climbing slowly up the stairs, Kerry hesitated whether to go to her room, go to Abby's or prepare a warm bath to ease whatever was bothering the object of her affections. Kerry opted for the latter.
After filling up the tub with lukewarm water, she poured every concoction she found in her bathroom cabinet, along with some sea salt and some dry lavender flowers. She turned on the pump for the Jacuzzi and for a minute, contemplated the tiny bubbles that by the thousands inundated the water. She left the bathroom to look for Abigail.
As she was about to knock at Abby's door, the young nurse came out.
"I was just going to get you…I prepared a bubble bath for you… I thought it might help you feel better…" –Kerry looked at Abby hesitantly waiting for her reaction. Abby smiled shyly and nestled herself in Kerry's arms. Rubbing her face in Kerry's shoulder, she muttered, "Thank you…" Kerry closed her eyes and tightly hugged the young nurse. As she felt Abby's body melt into hers, the older woman felt honored to be the one who could bring such peace to Abigail.
"Go, go… it's gonna get cold…"
Abigail peeled herself from her girlfriend's arms, kissed her lightly on the lips and walked towards the bathroom. The good Dr. Weaver sighed deeply feeling how her joy overwhelmed her. Looking up to the sky above the ceiling of her home, she quietly whispered, "Thank you for her…"
Ten minutes later, Kerry was knocking at the bathroom door, "Can I come in?"
"Sure, go ahead…" –Answered Abby, casually.
Kerry Weaver walked without her crutch the small distance from the door to the edge of the tub and sat awkwardly on the floor facing away from the tub. "Here, I brought you one of your pseudo-beers…"
"Thanks…"
Abby took the cold bottle and noticed Kerry sitting on the floor behind her. She smiled feeling touched at the small gesture. "How do you do it?"
"Do what, sweetie?"-asked Kerry who was trying to get as comfortable as she could possibly be sitting on that hard surface.
"Love me in the way that you do… I mean, for example… look at where you're sitting…"
Bewildered, Kerry turned around. "What do you mean where I'm sitting..?"
"Yeah… you sat there facing away from me so I would not feel self-conscious about the fact that I am here, naked, in your tub…That floor is hard, it's ceramic tiles…that just cannot be good for your hip…I mean, you cannot be comfortable sitting like that…"
"Oh, that…"
"Yeah… You do things like that all the time… it's like your way of protecting me or not pushing me or... I don't know…"
"Yeah, well…"
The young nurse couldn't say much more after that. Her heart, her body and her soul were each tugging her to different directions, claiming attention all at the same time by making her feel overwhelming tenderness, absolute compassion and an urgent and unavoidable feeling of lust. She closed her eyes in an effort to deflect further distractions for a decision, needed to be made.
If she was honest she also would have to admit that she was nervous. No, not nervous; terrified. It wasn't the mechanics or the techniques that worried her the most, it was the knowledge that once they'd crossed that line that separates friends from lovers, life as she knew it, was never going to be the same again. Nonetheless crossing the line they were destined to do; it was just a matter of time.
Placing the bottle of beer on a corner, Abby leaned on the edge of the tub facing the back of Kerry's neck. Gently with her left hand, she lifted the mane of red hair and gently kissed the exposed flesh at the same time as she brought her right hand over to the front blindly looking for Kerry's.
The redhead took hold of Abigail's hand which grounded them both as she closed her eyes savoring the gentle sensations. The kisses were feather-like; so soft they were almost ethereal.
As the minutes ticked away the intensity of the kisses and the way they laced their fingers changed. Abby's anxieties from minutes earlier disappeared as her body and brain went into overdrive. Whispering, she said, "Get in here with me…"
The older woman felt her heart pounding at the implication of Abby's soft request. "Uh… Are you sure..?" -asked Kerry with a slight edge of apprehension in her voice. "Yes…"-answered Abigail planting a kiss so squarely on Kerry's neck that any doubts were readily erased.
Kerry got up and started to undress all the while very aware that Abby would be looking at her. When the last of her garments was off, she turned around not quite certain of what to do next. Abby extended one of her hands for the older woman to get inside the tub.
"Here… let me help you…"
Abby guided her lover to the tub, slowly, all the way trying to make Kerry comfortable with the fact that they were both naked for the first time in front of each other. Once Kerry was able to sit down in front of Abby, Abby moved closer to the older woman.
"Are you comfortable..?"
"Yeah…" -whispered Kerry.
Abby moved closer to Kerry and held her lover's face with her hands. "You are so very beautiful… –muttered the young nurse-…so absolutely beautiful…"
The redhead somewhat embarrassed by the words just spoken cast down her eyes in a futile effort to disregard them.
And then the reality she knew was gone.
She would remember later that her body felt as if she was levitating, as if it had no weight, no mass. Abby's taste, Abby's soft lips delicately asking for more, her own lips opening to allow for the exquisite approach. Kerry tried to breath but realized that her body had taken over, that no longer was she in command. Closing her eyes she let herself float as Abby's lips drew a map of her body with a hunger that only sybarites talk about. Where those lips left a trace, Abby's hands followed; the scarred neck, the strong shoulders, the pristine but freckled chest, the downy and generous breasts.
"…oh…never thought…sweetheart…there…Abby…shhhh…beautiful…please…not enough…Oh God…I'm not rushing…please…Kerry…darling…I love you with all my heart…anything…everything…all…now…yes…"
The words hung in midair like subtitles on French movies. The two bodies fought for control and slowly merged, making a knot; a tangle of limbs and sweat and need and love. They rolled, they exchanged, they shared, they took, and they gave. Desire and lust and fury were converted into exaltation, ecstasy and glory and by doing so, awareness was compressed to muffled words laced with moans and sprinkled with endless sighs and groans that extinguished time and place.
After an uncertain period of time her body rebelled and demanded a violent release. Kerry climaxed in a silent rapture; her head tilted completely backwards, eyes shut, mouth, muted. Abby, after reaching her own resolution in several strong convulsions remained motionless on top of her lover enjoying the feeling of impossible closeness the experience just shared created inside her heart.
"You okay..?" –muttered Abby after a long while.
Kerry nodded subtly with closed eyes. It had been too intense both physically and emotionally…the culmination so absolute and overwhelming that she felt as if she had been cut in half.
Abby sighed deeply, eyes closed, still feeling her heart tremble.
Kerry brought her hands to her lover's hair and started to caress lightly the strands of fine, straight brown hair of the young woman. After a few minutes of silence, Kerry lifted her lover's head to disclose her face and looked at her with a solemn expression on her face.
"I love you, Abigail Lockhart…I never felt something like this before…and…you know…-her voice cracked a bit- …it has nothing to do with the sex…"
"No..."-mumbled Abby.
Kerry brought a finger to Abby's lips and caressed them lightly.
"I know I don't have to promise you anything…uh…but I feel the need to say this… I promise to love you with the best love I have in me…"
Abby's response was a quick hug that allowed her to hide the tears that had formed in her eyes.
"Thank you Kerry…" –It was all Abby could mumble.
"Thank you…"
(End of Chapter 12)
