Accompanying soundtrack: Alana Myers – 'Black velvet'

They'd fallen asleep in bed holding each other without the need for any clothes, Jen's still damp hair draped across the pillow, her arms wrapped around Tilly's waist, hands intertwined and spooning her. As she stirred slightly she pulled Tilly in ever closer, drawing in the warmth and smell of her skin and nuzzling into her short ginger locks. Tilly muttered a subconscious incoherence at the movement. It was a place Jen never wanted to leave.

In the midst of the overwhelming sensations of love and belonging, the thought of Esther nagged in the back of her mind just a little, but enough to stop her from successfully falling back to sleep. Jen eventually broke her embrace with Tilly and turned to get out of bed. Even though it was chilly, she stood for a minute and gazed at Tilly, before she threw on her robe and went to make some coffee.

She sat perched on the edge of the table, feet on a bench, with her coffee steaming into her face, staring out of the window. She didn't know Tilly had come up behind her until she felt arms slip around her and soft kisses planted on the back of her neck. She tilted her head to one side slightly and let out a small sigh.

"It's amazing that you are here," and she raised her right arm up and curled it round Tilly's cheek, turning her own head and bringing them together into a deep kiss. Tilly parted their lips ever so slightly, and with low, breathy tones replied

"I wouldn't… I couldn't be anywhere else." And she looked straight into Jen's glistening eyes. Shivers ran through Jen's entire core, and Tilly's hug became even more intense.

"Why are you up?" she continued, in the same soft voice. "Why are you not still in bed with me…. Making me gasp, and sweat, and tremble at your every touch…" her words tailed off. Jen smiled and her eyes sparkled as she remembered very clearly the activity of the previous night.

"I didn't have any sleep left in me! I was spark awake, happily lying next to you, but dreams eluded me and I didn't want to wake you with my restlessness."

It was a questionable white lie, but Jen didn't want any negativity to force its way into the calm of the morning.

"Thoughtful. Always so thoughtful," said Tilly, brushing their lips together moving in closer for another kiss, the intensity levels creeping ever higher.

Tilly shivered, and at this point Jen realised that Tilly wasn't actually wearing anything. Not a stitch on her as she hugged Jen by the window.

"You must be freezing. Not to mention there's a chance you're giving my neighbours a cheap thrill," and she turned around, still sitting on the table, to face Tilly, opening her own robe to draw her in to the warmth.

"Your neighbours would revel in my spectacular nudity," Tilly replied firmly, and she placed herself strategically between Jen's legs and allowed the robe to close around them both.

"I revel in your spectacular nudity," Jen said, lustfully, allowing her eyes to roam slowly up and down Tilly's form.

"It's not as if you're exactly wearing formal evening wear under that robe yourself," she raised an eyebrow and ran her hands down the equally naked sides of Jen, and down to her waist. Jen melted slightly at her touch, closing her eyes, and licking her bottom lip lightly.

"You are very distracting. I'd forgotten just how much."

"It's Sunday... I'm not distracting you from anything. I'm pretty sure there's nothing else you'd rather be doing." Jen could feel Tilly's hot breath on her neck as she spoke closely into her ear.

"There are plenty of things I could be doing. But I am a slave to my desires, and what I want to be doing is you." She ran her fingers slowly down Tilly's back settling on her firm buttocks, where she playfully grabbed them and squeezed in to her even closer. She could feel the fur and the heat of Tilly settle on her own.

"Ummh… there is nothing more sexy than a hot woman talking so frankly about her filthy intentions."

"I assure you, my intentions are absolutely all kinds of appallingly filthy. But what I want right now is to be close to the woman I adore." Jen rested her forehead on Tilly's, breathing quietly. And there they stayed for some while, worrying about nothing, and listening only to the breathing of each other, occasionally brushing each others noses, sharing soft kisses. Jen finally spoke when she realised that Tilly must be hungry, or thirsty, probably both.

"You must need a drink. What would you like?" Still entwined Tilly was reluctant to move.

"I don't need a drink. I don't need anything. Just you," and she bit her bottom lip, looking at Jen with wanting eyes. She kissed Jen again, a touch more pressure deployed onto the welcoming lips, parting them slowly, almost seeking permission to enter. She was impossible to stop, and Jen offered no resistance. Jen didn't have the capacity to refuse. Not that she would have done, because her need was now so great, she could think of nothing else.

The overpowering sense of union was all she longed for, despite whatever had happened in the past, at this single moment in time none of that mattered.

The kisses became deeper and longer, forceful and yearning, impossibly passionate. Their lips' lingering on each other's just long enough, then the two danced back and forth in each other's mouth. Tilly remained locked on to her, not realising she was ever so gently rocking herself against Jen. When Jen realised there was subtle movement, she slowly dropped her right hand from Tilly, and slowly caressed her soft skin, until her hand found its way down between their two bodies, and came to rest against both their fur. Her own heightened intensity and being completely immersed in the moment, she had failed to notice her own arousal. Tilly's, if possible, was even more so, and Jen could feel her dampness against her hand. Tilly was almost embarrassed.

"You do something... Unique to me." she looked sheepishly at Jen, who raised a smile as she heard the words. "An affect I can barely describe, a sensation of love and affection so deep it is impossible to quantify. So strong, that my breath is taken away at your mere presence. A lust so forceful that it takes all my strength..." she took a breath as she thought about the words she was saying "... Not to tear your clothes off you each time I see you." Tilly blushed, and Jen's eyes widened as she listened, and she slowly started to move her hand against Tilly, taking a restrained advantage of the available moistness she'd discovered.

At Jen's touch Tilly could barely contain her appreciative noises, and Jen silenced her with a kiss, occasional groans escaping into her mouth.

"I adore the fact that you have no control around me." Jen's words were assuredly confident, and it was her intention to completely dominate the moment, in a caring a loving way, but one which would bring Tilly metaphorically to her knees.

"I don't even have to touch you and you're wet for me," Jen whispered into her ear. "You have no idea what that does to a girl…"

Tilly let out a strangled groan, and Jen could feel herself reacting to Tilly's responses, but also the fact she could feel the back of her own hand rubbing against her allowed her own greater wave of arousal to rise. She was determined to keep the pace slow and controlled, almost teasingly too gentle, so the pleasure would build and build until it was unimaginable. This was not a situation that needed to be hurried, and whilst Jen remained in charge, Tilly would be powerless to do anything but surrender herself.

"I... ummph... Can't help myself...nngh... " she lost her words as her brain began to swarm under the heady feelings of pleasure. Tilly liked to take the lead, but recently Jen hadn't been allowing this as much. Tilly squirmed under Jen's competent fingerwork, her touch remained slow and constant. Jen was now trying to manage her own feelings of pleasure, which were seething around her body as they raised her temperature, whilst she tried desperately to remain in control. For minutes on end they would forget entirely to kiss, lips merely resting on each other, absorbed in the moment, minds deliriously elsewhere, lost entirely in the emotional excitement that ran through every inch of their bodies. Tilly wasn't thinking any more, she was only feeling – lips, tongue, warm breath, and a softly rubbing hand. The only things that mattered. Her heart beating loud and fast in her ears.

"I love you Tilly," Jen breathed, as her tongue sought deeper within Tilly's mouth, twisting and rolling within, then gently biting on her bottom lip, whilst Jen's left arm still on Tilly's buttock, squeezing it rhythmically to the motion of her other. She looked into Tilly's eyes, seeking a reaction, reading her like a book through the revealing pulsing at her fingers. Nothing short of intoxicated she felt dizzy. Tilly's arms had remained locked around Jen throughout, although her grip was considerably stronger now as she struggled to remain upright, and she dropped a hand down on to the table to steady herself. Her gentle rocking had become more intense, her breathing heavier and more laboured, shudders running through her body, all of which Jen could feel through the clammy skin touching her against own.

Finally Tilly lowered her head onto Jen's shoulder, whimpering and gently biting at her neck, leaning more and more into Jen as her conscious self was overtaken, and in that moment Tilly came so fiercely she felt like she almost blacked out, guttural and indeterminate expletives quietly filling the air. Jen, watched the unfolding outpouring in front of her. All this at her doing, the lightest and softest of her touches had the ability to bring a woman to her knees. Finding this uncontrollably erotic Jen was herself pushed completely over the edge, and immediately allowed herself to let go as well. She was unduly loud as she howled through her orgasm, surprising Tilly who was trying to regain her composure.

"Uh... That was the most... Intense orgasm I've ever had..." Tilly said gasping for breath. "I mean.. truly unbelievable." and without any real warning she began to cry, the emotional intensity of the past hour too much to take, coupled with the emotional roller coaster of the previous few days. Head buried once again into Jen's shoulder, tears absorbed by her robe.

"Tilly, is everything ok?" Jen asked carefully, lifting her head up so their eyes met.

"I'm fine. A whole bunch of emotions just got the better of me. Last night was so raw and passionate, and today so intimate and… well just generally Oh My God. So I'm absolutely fine, because I'm here with you… and I don't need anything else" and she smiled back, breathing heavily, but genuinely happy.

Jen smiled back at her, her breath taken away by Tilly's words, her control of the situation relinquished in seconds through the most poetic and beautiful of responses. She held Tilly even more tightly than before, not wishing for the moment to ever end.