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Dance My Painting, I'll Paint Your Dancing, Chapter Four.

Gwen was just starting to relax from Reshan's talented hands, and turned her head to thank her when she felt warm breath on her cheek and the unfamiliar pressure of soft lips against her own. All too suddenly, Reshan pulled away from the impromptu kiss.

"I'm sorry!" she cried. "I'm sorry- you should leave- please- leave before I do anything else!" Her hands flew off Gwen's back and the dancer immediately missed the contact.

"Reshan, I-"

"Please, go. I don't know how much longer I can control this- desire I have for you!"

"Reshan, I don't want you to- control it. I liked it." Gingerly, Gwen touched her lips and smiled gently at Reshan, and as she spoke, knew the words to be true.

"I liked it. I wouldn't mind if you did it again. I-" she blushed. "I think I like you, Reshan. No- I know I like you. When I imagine kissing you, I get little butterflies in my stomach." The words were flowing out, and Gwen couldn't stop even if she'd wanted to. "I've never done anything with another girl before, but I'm willing to try, if you are."

The words hung, suspended in the air by the tension between the two. Silence.

"Uh- wow," Reshan said, clearly startled. "I uh- I guess I didn't realize that you felt that way. About me, I mean. You're sure this doesn't bother you?"

Gwen nodded, and Reshan blew out the breath she'd been holding. "Well, I'm glad. I would have had to leave if you hadn't," she said. "You're young, you're intelligent, you're beautiful, you're everything I could ever ask for. How could I stay here and not want you?"

Gwen closed her eyes and tried to imagine a life without Reshan. She didn't even realize that Reshan had gotten up and had settled beside her on the loveseat that now seemed too large for the both of them, until she felt Reshan's arm around her shoulders.

"Hey, you okay? We don't have to do anything you don't want to," Reshan said quietly.

"No, I'm just trying to think of where we go from here." She gingerly laid her head on Reshan's shoulder, who instinctively held her closer. The tension and pain in her back was completely gone, and she relaxed.

The tension must have been a side effect of her attraction to Reshan, she mused.

Her attraction to Reshan suddenly took a leap and she lifted her head from said woman's shoulder. Reshan was looking down at her with a fire smoldering in her ice-blue eyes, and the fire awakened a long-dormant twin in Gwen. The painter's hand came up to cup the side of her face and she sighed. Her thumb stroked Gwen's cheekbone and the dancer shivered.

Gently, and ever so slowly, Reshan leaned in. Gwen's eye's fluttered shut, and she felt the other artist hesitate, then Reshan's lips captured her for a second time that night- this time willingly and purposefully. Reshan's lips moved against her own and she responded in kind. One of Reshan's arms came up to pull Gwen flush against her body. Her thumb on Gwen's cheek moved to probe the corner of her mouth, and Reshan's tongue came out to run along Gwen's lips, gaining entrance.

When they finally broke apart, they were both gasping for air.

"Mmm," Reshan said raggedly. "You taste good." Gwen blushed. Better embarrassing comments than complaints of bad breath, after all.

"You're a good kisser," she ventured shyly. Reshan grinned and kissed her again. This time Gwen parted her lips almost immediately, and Reshan slipped her tongue in, resulting in faster and better tongue-play.

They broke apart again, gasping from pleasure this time, and Reshan decided to stop before it went much further; Gwen didn't need everything at once. For tonight, establishing a relationship and taking a first step was enough. Anything more could wait. The rest of the night, the two just traded kisses and light caresses before eventually finding their way to Reshan's bed and falling asleep together, still fully clothed except for their shoes.

In the uncertain light of morning, amid the bustle from the city below, Reshan awoke with a sleeping Gwen in her arms. Initially she forgot what had happened and almost panicked, but then she remembered, and looked at the blond-haired beauty in her arms. Reshan sighed and started to turn to stare out the window, when an irrational fear found her, and froze her. What- what if Gwen hadn't meant what she said? Had Reshan unconsciously pressured her into this? What if Gwen had just been playing a cruel trick on her?

She had to know.

Hesitantly, she grasped Gwen's shoulder and gently shook her.

"Hey. Hey! Gwen!"

"Mmphg... what?"

"Did- you- really mean what you said last night? I mean- you were serious, right?"

"Huh? Uh- yeah. Resh, I was completely serious." Gwen shook her head. "You complete me. You're the Yin to my Yang, the moon to my sun. I like you, I really do."

She leaned up and kissed Reshan lightly on the lips. "What time is it?"

Reshan looked at the clock next to the bed. "Six twenty." Now she felt really guilty about waking Gwen up. This had never happened with any of her other partners. She had never feared about anyone else... everyone recent had been more a friendly relationship.

This felt... different.

It felt right.

FIN

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