"Bernie..."
She clutched hold of the wrist above her waist band.
She was breathless and panting. She could feel her blood, just beneath her skin, and the thundering of it within her ears.
Bernie smiled and kissed her, holding the moment, sighing as they parted, remaining only a breath from one another's lips.
"I've never felt..."
Serena exhaled all at once, smiled, swallowed, eyes upon Bernie's. There simply were no words to describe it.
She felt as though she were coming down from the most glorious, delicious high. Every part of her felt alive and at peace all at once. She smiled again, she felt so whole, so content. Finally, after weeks upon weeks of this love between them building up they were here, lying in each others arms with only the beat of their hearts between them.
She stroked the soft skin of Bernie's forearm, flinching slightly as Bernie's slowly eased her hand from her underwear and curled it up behind Serena's back between her shoulder blades.
"You've made me so happy..."
She whispered, and Bernie glanced back at her, her face so close on the pillow. Every line on her skin was visible, the tiny blonde hairs, the amber brown of her eyes and the slight smudge of mascara beneath one.
She could feel the heat of her, of Bernie's body, could feel how tense she was, how much she craved the same release that she had given Serena.
She shifted slightly, reached down with both hands and began to push down her underwear so that she could kick it from her feet onto the floor.
With eyebrows raised in silent question Bernie shivered as Serena reached out with shaking fingers for the black cotton of Bernie's underwear, pressing her lips together and swallowing as Bernie gave an almost imperceptible tilt of her hips, easing herself up so that she could remove them.
Then, without giving herself a moment to second guess herself, she sat up, taking her by surprise.
As gracefully as she could with limbs weak from pleasure, she curled herself over Bernie in a half straddle, settling down above her with one thigh between Bernie's so that she had no option but to part her legs.
"I should've known you'd want to be in control."
Bernie spoke through a breathy laugh, arcing her back, a creeping pink flush upon her chest, nipples stiff, her mouth partially open, eyes watching Serena's every move.
"Oh I don't know, I have been known to fantasise about your being in charge...holding me down perhaps?"
She spoke coyly with a bite of her bottom lip.
"I'll remember that."
Bernie murmured, somewhat distracted by the path of Serena's hand.
Everything seemed suddenly too much in the most glorious way, this body against her own. Bernie's body. She wanted to make her feel as she had made her feel. She let her fingertips brush the skin of her hip, and she gave an involuntary buck and her head rolled back a fraction of an inch, a breathy moan escaping her lips.
"Hardly fair to leave you...like this-"
She hardly meant to speak out loud, her words a mere dazed murmur.
Slowly she lowered herself down, hesitating, before taking Bernie's right breast in her hand and the nipple of the other into her mouth. She sucked slowly and greedily on her flesh, delighting in the way Bernie's hands grasped at her, how her body moved and writhed beneath her, and how she gasped and struggled to catch her breath.
If this were a dance it would have been a first dance, clumsy and nervous, but hot and heady and filled with so much love that as Serena's body moved above her, Bernie felt she might come just from the warmth of Serena's mouth across her chest from one breast to the other. She felt a bloom of heat and nervousness shiver through her veins as her hand crept lower. She hadn't expected her to be so hot, so wet, and so, so soft, and the noises she made! Moans that caught in her throat and gasps that left her lips parted and her eyes shut tight, her body moving so fluidly beneath her that it hardly seemed possible that what she was doing was the cause of it.
This is what I want. It was an epiphany that caused Serena to push down ever harder as her fingers moved inside of the other woman. This was what she had wanted for so many weeks...perhaps even longer, though she hadn't realised it...allowed herself to realise it...her mouth, her body, every atom that made up her body simply wanted Bernie. Bernie who was moaning her name and tightening and writhing about her fingers.
She shifted higher, needing to kiss her, to feel those gasps against her kisses.
"Don't stop, please,"
Bernie whispered into her mouth, meeting every inelegant thrust of Serena's fingers and the rub of her thumb with surprising grace, looking at Serena through half closed eyes as though she had been lost to her for a thousand years and had finally found her.
And then, with a frown, and a jerk of her hips she turned her face against the pillow and grasped Serena's upper arm with her hands, her fingers digging in to soft skin as she came, tensing and flailing, moaning a guttural 'God..'
Serena was holding her breath and she hadn't realised, keeping her hand where it was, her fingers deep and warm within Bernie, until the blonde released a long breath and opened her eyes and she eased them out carefully.
She looked down at Serena, leaning up beside her, a tentative, hopeful smile behind her eyes.
"I'm impressed."
She whispered, clearing her throat as her words croaked.
"Thank you Major."
She glanced away, down the length of Bernie's body, her cheeks warm and glowing, her eyes falling in love with every rise and fall of this woman lying next to her, with her legs still parted but her knees drawn up slightly, her chest, still flushed, her lips swollen and pink.
"Sleep with me."
Bernie held out her arm with a lazy gesture of her hand.
Without a word Serena eased herself down into the warmth beside Bernie, her head in the hollow of her shoulder.
"I love you..."
She whispered against damp skin.
She felt the slow press of Bernie's lips against the top of her head.
"I love you, Serena."
She murmured, already half asleep.
Serena closed her eyes, a smile at the very corners of her lips, enjoying the closeness as she drifted in between sleep and wakefulness. Enjoying the closeness of their bodies lying naked in the light of the stars, bodies soon to learn each other's rhythms and sleep sounds, to know the turnings and breathing's, to know not to worry about that cough or that brief garbled grunt, that wildly flung arm or that stone-cold foot. Bodies that would soon know each other's night selves as well as well as they knew themselves.
