When Tally saw her standing there dressed in her red velvet pants and her cream colored top, that Roman sword at her side the breath was stolen from her body. Tears pricked at her eyes and her lungs started to burn and her arms felt empty because Sarah wasn't in them.
Sarah.
Huh, when did she become Sarah?
When you fell in love with her?
When did that happen?
Love.
The realization broke a dam in her and she remembered how to breathe, the tears flowed freely and the moment their eyes met and Sarah looked relieved to see her it was enough to get Tally's legs to start carrying her towards the older woman. So she ran and she ran like her life depended on it. Sarah's arms welcomed her into them and Tally choked out a sob at the feel of the woman solid and warm and alive.
"Please, tell me it's really you?" Tally sniffled into her shoulder. She pulled back and melded their foreheads together as she waited with bated breath for a response.
Sarah brushed her lips against Tally's in response and Tally smiled as she leaned the rest of the way in and their lips met in a moment of completion. That connection they both thought lost to what feels like so very long ago, roared back into life and they both gasped and pulled apart. The sun was shining through the clouds and despite the biting cold of winter surrounding them they had the warmth of each other.
Foreheads resting against each other once more Sarah sighed into her, "It's really me."
Tally giggled back, "I don't know, I might need you to kiss me again just to make sure."
"Well, who am I to deny you?" Sarah smiled and kissed her like the sun and moon kiss during the eclipse.
Tally Craven tasted like sunshine in a bottle, it was warm and it was kind and it felt like home.
She was home.