Chapter 13
"You are just two women, two girls, two girls old enough to be women, young enough to feel like girls"
Sorry for the delay in this chapter - I was out of town without my computer. BUT - it's a long chapter to make up for it I hope. :)
I do not know any of the people mentioned passively, or otherwise. This is completely a work of fiction. FICTION.
That said, they sure are dreamy and would make quite a lovely power couple, no?
All errors and typos completely mine. This is self edited work.
I sincerely hope you will review. I like this chapter a lot, and hope you do to!
The coolish water peels over you, taking street grit, sweat and second guesses with it as it warms. You quickly go through the motions of washing the knots out of your curls, shaving the essentials, and scrubbing yourself to your squeaky cleanest before loosing yourself to the water, letting it pummel your back and hips, the top of your head and hands, until the temperature starts to fluctuate and you know perhaps you've been in a bit too long. You could stand submerged in the water, facing the stream, indefinitely if you let yourself, but there's a gravity pulling your wet skin into the other room. Unexpectedly tendrils of icy water trickle from the back of your head to your shoulders and the curve of your back and shivers spike through your spine. The sudden cold is invigorating, inspiring, and cause and effect in real time. Similar to the kisses that now interrupt your day dreams, your night dreams, your waking day, your waking night. Before you can open your eyes to turn off the water you feel Évelyne's warm hands on your shoulders behind you.
"Oh my god. Shit. You frightened me," you say over your shoulder seeing her most cheeky grin and raised eyebrow.
"I'm sorry," she whispers directly into your ear as she slips her tongue onto the wet surface between your neck and your shoulder, the warm dry curves of her naked body pressing directly into the damp planes of yours.
It really is remarkable how quickly your knees buckle at her touch. Jell-o.
You reach your hand to the faucet and she stills it with her own.
"No leave it. My hair is still wet anyway. I showered while you were running," she says as she turns down the cold, turns up the hot, and takes you in her arms.
"Oh" creeps out of your mouth as you turn to find her open lips, and collapse into her kiss.
"Well this is new" you giggle, breaking away briefly to wipe the water held captive in your lashes.
"It's kind of all new, I suppose," she replies palming her long hands on your back, sliding them slowly to the curves of your bottom, "and I just can't seem to stop… to stop…"
She pulls her head back a bit, without letting go of your body, as if the word she's looking for is etched on the ceiling of the shower and will drop into her head at any second.
"…to stop?" you interrupt playfully, "To stop sneaking up on me like a lioness? Kissing me until I collapse like a house of cards? Filling me with unimaginable…"
"Yes. Filling you. Unimaginable. All of those things," she giggles, wiping your hair off your shoulder and clearing a new place to kiss between the streams cascading from above.
"This is all just so new. It's very overwhelming," you confess. "I can't get over how tiny you feel in my arms. How much more balanced I feel when we… you know. Does that makes sense?"
"It does." Her eyes are warm and comforting in her answers. She places her wet palms on your cheeks and pulls you out of the water and into a deep kiss. When she surfaces to breathe, she continues,"being with women, especially women that are smaller than me, always makes me more aware of how much space I take up, and how to be more specific about touch, about power, about exchange. There is just no set way to 'do it'. I love that."
"I do too" you reply, sinking to your knees, grateful for the long length of the tub and keenly aware of the seemingly insatiable hunger you feel at the very pit of your stomach. You watch her eyes watch you descend and you cannot help but smile as her mouth opens in shock and her breath hitches back with a flinch. Her thighs tense, her hands brace the wall behind and beside her in anticipation. Her torso blooms pink like a bed of roses at your touch.
Gently you lift her leg to bend at the knee and rest her foot on the side of the tub nearest the curtain. You run your hand over the top of her toes, her purple toe nails, you press your thumb into the stunning arch of her foot and her knees give a little. It's a relief that you're not the only one weak-kneed around here.
"Even your feet are beautiful, Évelyne. It is almost unfair."
"Unfair?" she laughs, palming the crown of wet curls on your head. "I'll be sure to tell my mom, you said so."
"You know what I mean. You're just somewhat unreal to me."
You kiss the inside of her calf, her knee. The scar from the surgery she told you about - after the bicycle accident that made an actor of the ballerina. You can taste the salt on her skin, despite being in the shower, and smell the texture of the air change with each subsequent and deepening kiss. "Oh I'm quite real" she says with broken breath and clumsy words. You kiss her hips and her belly, the outer curve of her thighs and her navel. You wrap your arms around her bum and pull her forward, dropping your own head into the stream of water, running warm plumes over your eyes, her stomach and sex.
She wipes the hair back off of your forehead, without you having to ask, and you take her hand in your own. You kiss her palm in gratitude and place her fingers back to the wall, hoping you're getting good enough at this to warrant her holding on.
Using just your lips and tongue, you kiss your way down from her bellybutton, pausing to let your nose to part her sex and the warm water, like a river. Little waves runs right over the small rising pebble centered between your steady hands. In the gentle morning light, dappling through the skylight above, her quivering hips, and the pink landscape before you is the most delicately freckled and breathtaking work of art you've ever seen. So you take her into your lips and let the pebble spin on your tongue and bounce though the running water. The water changes the texture of your kiss, increases the friction, intensifies the contact, and you can feel the acceleration of her heartbeat on your tongue.
First you hear the hand behind her slip on the tile as her knees buckle and she starts to fall. You tighten your arms around her waist from behind and assure her that she's stable. You feel her exhale and then her arm comes round to your head and both presses and pulls from behind. Her hips start to buck and she inevitably starts to bear down on your mouth and rock. You sink lower so that you can get under her really, and then she looks down and meets your eyes while you bite and suck and kiss and hold and spin and flick and tongue every bit of her that you can between breaths.
Her body is tensing in your arms and you know she's dangerously close to climax, but before you can brace yourself for the coming quake, you feel her pelvic bone come crashing down on your nose sharply. For a split second you're concerned you might actually be bleeding, but as she bites her bottom lip in silent apology, you move back enough to breath deeply, trust that you're fine, and dive right back in.
"Up" she says, as she grabs your shoulders and pulls you to standing, "I need to kiss you," she demands. "Right now."
She quickly takes your tongue into her mouth and wraps her arms tightly around your shoulders and head, as if she's trying to touch more of you, all of you, at once.
You manage to slip your hand between her thighs and tickle her just one more time, tipping her right over the edge into a clear and specific release, all whimpers and shouts, clenched teeth on your neck, nails scraping your back and arms. The shaking stalls to giggling, stammers to shivering, near stumbling to stillness and you hold her tightly, gently rubbing her back, kissing her shoulders, pressing your breasts tightly to hers, your tummies touching, yours ever so slightly lower, like puzzle pieces that effortlessly fit.
"Now who's surprising who?" she says meekly to the wall behind you, still wound tightly in your embrace.
You kiss her shoulder, and her cheek and her mouth and her nose on your way back standing fully upright. You pop up on your tip toes to gently kiss her forehead. You feel her hands fumbling behind you to turn off the water and slowly you separate to wipe water from your faces, push hair out of the way and take stock of your wrinkling finger tips and toes.
"That's some shower," you say with a sarcastic grin as you step over the edge of the tub to towel waiting below. You take Évelyne's hand and she does the same, meeting you toe to toe in the small square of terry cloth on the floor.
Standing before each other naked, in the day light, is a first. There is no make up, no clothing, no costume, nor character. No artifice of any kind to hide behind. You are just two women, two girls, two girls old enough to be women, young enough to feel like girls, blushing crimson shades of vulnerability in waves, on a towel in a little beach house on the water.
"Tat -" she starts to speak but stops when you eyes instinctively look away. It's too intense maybe? You don't know why you did that and you immediately feel badly about it.
"Tatiana, look at me"
"I'm sorry, I am looking at you," you reply with a smile focused at her collar bones, which you suddenly find yourself tracing with your finger tip. "I can't take my eyes off of you, actually."
"I'm not kidding, Tat. Look at my eyes."
There are more specks of color on the right collar bone, than the left.
"Tat? Please."
Her request isn't demanding, or unwelcome. It is neither apologetic nor affected. It is simply plainly stated and honest. But when you meet Évelyne's eyes again, she's full on crying. Tears trickle down her flushed cheeks, freely spilling around her adorable dimpled smile.
She locks her eyes into yours and continues, "I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you are, but I need to make sure that you hear it." She wipes her cheek with her own hand and laughs. "Okay?"
Your mouth hangs loose from your jaw, unable to speak. Évelyne's brow furrows and she reaches out to touch your seemingly cold response.
"Tatiana? You okay?"
Something in you snaps, like being jolted awake from a daze, or shocked cold by a sudden change in the temperature of the shower water.
"I am. I am. I promise. Thank you. I'm more than okay. I'm amazing. And you're beautiful. And I'm beautiful. And this is beautiful and my fingers are pruney. And I don't care because I love this place. I love you. I love this day. Yea. I'm totally great."
She wraps your chilly body in a giant towel and hugs you to her body.
"Good. Thank god. You scared me for a second. Whew. Now, let's get dressed and get out of here. We have one more day to go adventuring. We've got a whole island out there to see."