Naomi slowly caressed Ruth's breasts, scarcely able to believe this beauty, this bounty, was truly hers. But it was so; for she knew she was Ruth's true love, and Boaz was someone Ruth had merely had to marry for the sake of property and status rather than a life of poverty and misery. She did not blame Ruth for that; it was the same reason she had married Elimelech. It was the reason most women married. And after all, Naomi could begrudge Ruth nothing, for she loved her so.
Boaz was gone for the night, out drinking, from which he never returned until well past dawn, so there was nothing to fear. Youth and warmth filled Naomi's hands, and a sigh from Ruth was met by an answering sigh from her. Ruth's cool fingers stroked the sides of her neck, and she shivered.
The fire flickered, adding to the heat of their naked bodies. Ruth lay down against the floor, the curves of her body jutting from it like mountains. Naomi leaned over her and kissed her deeply, their tongues entwining. She lowered her head to between Ruth's thighs. "Do you want this?", she asked.
"Oh yes," breathed Ruth. "Yes!"
Naomi did not keep her waiting. She lowered her mouth to the honeyed center of Ruth's body, licking up to the sacred place of pleasure. Ruth's fingers tightened, her breathing growing short. She did not cry out, she never did, but Naomi felt her pleasure in the tightening of her thighs, the trembling of her hands.
She smiled, slow and proud, and then it was her turn. She presented herself as she always did, spread-eagle in the firelight, unashamed of her wrinkles and sags, all of which seemed to disappear in the shine of Ruth's love. Ruth asked and she answered - "Yes!" - and then there was that bright, matchless tingle that grew to a sharp burst of joy through her body.
Ruth rose up and lay beside Naomi, and they embraced and lay together in bliss.