"Who Feels Love" by Cekil1
Welcome back to me! Ha Ha!
This is just a VERY short piece I wrote after speaking with V. Gryffin about a femme/slash fic she is writing.
Kinda WAFFY. Be forewarned!
Found what I'd lost inside,
My spirit has been purified.
Take a thorn from my pride,
And hand in hand we'll take a walk outside...
- Oasis "Who Feels Love"
Rays of warm sunlight filtered through the deep burgundy drapes of the one bedroom apartment. There was nothing special about this particular place. Though it was obviously inhabited by someone with a unique style, at a glance the room would appear to be empty... but the state of the light sheets covering the queen-sized bed told a different story.
The door opens slowly, breaking the still silence momentarily, to reveal a young woman of about 24. From her platinum blonde curls to her slender figure and light blue eyes, she was a sight to behold. She gently shuts the door and bolts it with practiced ease, her careful manner suggesting a need for silence.
Heading toward the kitchen counter and placing her burden on top, Mireille slipped off her shoes and gazed at the lone figure surely under the covers of the above mentioned bed. She tiptoed over and slowly lowered herself to sit on the very edge of the mattress, near the head. Another woman, younger than herself, turned over and slept on, her slack feautres suggesting she was oblivious to the events unfolding around her.
She silently wished those red hued orbs would open and greet her but she dared not wake the young lady just yet. She smiled lovingly as her gaze took in her old blouse, lazily buttoned up and almost swallowing her friend whole. Kirika moved again, arms splaying above her head as her face turned in Mireille's direction. In that position, her dark brown hair seemed to take on a glow of sorts but it was only a trick of the light.
So innocent and yet she...
Her heart nearly broke, as she replayed what she'd learned about the girl's life in her mind's eye.
'Such a horrible existance. She maybe the reason they're... gone but I forgive her. I do. I lov...'
A second later her wish came true and she allowed her train of thought to drop.
"Morning Kiri." The older woman whispered. "Did I wake you?"
"No, I was hoping you'd be back soon." She replied, streching until her hands were flat against the wooden headboard.
She smiled up at her and Mireille found herself lost in the young woman's eyes.
Kirika carefully brushed a few strains of hair from her companion's eyes, allowing her hand to linger as she cupped her left cheek. Mireille grinned lazily at the affectionate touch and shut her eyes, fully absorbing the light contact. On a whim, she took the younger woman's hand in her own and planted a delicate kiss in her palm. She grinned again, wider this time as her partner's face flushed slightly.
Though she was the most mature eighteen year old she'd ever known, she was still as cute as a button when she blushed from embarrassment. Mireille proceeded to gently plant kisses on her young lover's face, beginning with her brow and finally reaching her mouth. As they embraced, like lovers often do, Kirika was more than a little shocked to feel tears escaping her eyes. A fact that didn't go unnoticed by her girlfriend.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" She asked as she carefully wiped the salty liquid away.
"I don't... I mean, it's nothing really. I've just never been in love before. It's wonderful..."
END