Some parts NSFW
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Friday night dinner had shifted to Caroline's, who was celebrating the freedom of an empty house by cooking Gillian dinner. Flora was in Manchester with Greg and his mum for the night, and Celia and Alan had gone away for a mucky weekend so she had the house to herself for the night.
The rack of lamb was in the oven and she was just adding the cheese to the potatoes dauphinoise when she heard Gillian knock on the door and let herself in.
"In here Gillian," she called out as she popped the dish in the oven beside the lamb.
Gillian walked into the kitchen with a nice bottle of red and dropped her car keys and the wine on the table. She'd made an effort tonight, wearing the green dress that showed off her eyes and flattered her figure. She always felt good in it. She wanted to feel good tonight. She wanted Caroline to see her tonight.
Caroline straightened up, checking out the vision in green in front of her. "Well, you look great. I like that dress on you." Caroline's eyes were shiny as she peered at Gillian over the top of her glasses with a very sexy head teacher look about her.
The fact that Caroline's eyes had travelled up and down her body was not lost on Gillian. Gillian shifted to open the wine, hoping the movement would hide any signs of the blush that was starting up her neck. She ignored the compliment and the almost ogling that accompanied it, enjoying it but not quite knowing what to do with it as yet.
"The chap at the bottle shop said this was a good one. I'm hoping you like it. I know you prefer it to breathe a bit, so we can have it later if you like."
"I've got a nice little Bordeaux open, so let's start with that." Caroline poured Gillian a glass and handed it to her. "So how are you? Everything okay on the farm?"
"Yep. The ewes haven't started lambing yet, but some are getting close. It'll be another month or so. The barn's ready for them and this week I installed floor heating under the lambing stalls. Poor beggars, last year it were so cold for the early lambs. It'll be warmer for them this spring."
"So how does that all work, the lambing?"
Gillan wondered if she was really interested, but Caroline seemed to be attentive so she dived into an explanation. "I go 'round 'em two or three times a day and look for any signs they're close and then get 'em into the barn to keep an eye on 'em. That way I can help if they have problems with the birth, or with the lambs attaching for their first feed. Swaledale ewes are great mums so after that they're usually fine." She rather liked lambing even though it was a lot of work. Seeing the little ones flicking their tails with excitement when they fed was such a joy. It was worth it for all the sleepless nights that came with it.
"That sounds like a lot of work. How do you manage with your shifts at the supermarket?"
"Raff helps out. He's great actually. I think that's where he gets his interest in medicine. At least he's not following his dad into bikes and boozing."
"I don't know that I'd be of much assistance, but let me know if I can help."
Caroline was imagining the provision of tea and sandwiches rather than anything sheep related, but Gillian grinned at the thought of Caroline in the barn in her posh clothes covered in placenta and straw. "Thanks for the offer. I'll keep you in mind."
"So what's been happening with you? Settling into the new job?" Gillian took a seat at the long, sturdy wooden table, watching Caroline prepare the greens. Topping and tailing the beans had never looked so sexy, with those strong fingers and forearms flexing and moving at speed. She was trying not to imagine those fingers doing other things.
"It's going well actually. It's only been a month or so but I'm making a few changes and things are starting to shift. I've implemented a new program to tackle bullying and I'm really hoping that will help reduce some of the fighting in the yard and with any luck, increase attendance. It's more comprehensive than the last program. The first sessions involve educating the staff before we run it out to the students in the coming months."
"That's a great idea. I hope it works." She took another sip and asked the question she really wanted the answer to. "So, have you seen the enchantress recently?"
Caroline's head popped up, motion stopped while she examined Gillian to ascertain some sort of context for the question. "I've passed her in the corridor, if that's what you mean. Nothing other than that."
"So no more shenanigans in the wind then?"
"Nope. And there won't be. It won't happen again." She started working on the beans again. She smiled. "It was fun, but I learnt what I needed and I don't have any wish to repeat it."
There was a pause in the conversation while they both took that in. Caroline wanted to change the topic and latched onto the only thing that came quickly to mind.
"Oh, this is good. You'll like this."
"Do tell..."
"I've started seeing a psychologist. Can you imagine me talking to someone about my life? Ha! Decades wouldn't sort that mess out." Caroline chuckled as she shook her head and Gillian nearly choked on her wine.
"What! You? Good god Caz, what would you want to do that for?"
"I know. I promised Lawrence that I would go, so..." Her hands stopped again. "Actually, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It might be quite interesting." She looked at Gillian and then started cutting the cherry tomatoes.
"You don't have to tell me, but I'm dying to know. What was it like?"
"She just asks a lot of questions, which is what I thought she'd do. On my first visit, I was in the waiting room and I don't know why the colours were so offensive, but it was horrid. I can understand the idea of calming simplicity for a waiting room, but this was an explosion of discount Mediterranean kitsch. It made me doubt the ability of the psychologists who worked there."
"Of course it did." Gillian was thinking she was being a snotty bitch but Caroline blithely carried on.
"She is quite good, I think. She had short hair, so I wondered if she was a lesbian."
Gillian rolled her eyes. "Caz, not every woman with short hair is a dyke."
Caroline looked a bit offended. She really hated that word. "I know. I just wondered, that's all."
Gillian snorted. "Your gaydar is broken. You really have no idea unless someone makes a pass at you, do you."
Caroline huffed, even though she thought Gillian was probably right. She sprinkled sesame seeds over the beans and tomatoes and popped the small dish in the oven, checking on the lamb in the process. "Dinner's on and will be ready in 20. Let's go into the other room with the fire."
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After dinner Gillian and Caroline were happily ensconced in the deep couch in front of the fire. Well into the second bottle of wine, they were both passing through merry on their way to meaningful, hoping to stop before they got to messy.
"So tell me more about the psychologist?"
Gillian was fascinated about the inner workings of this complex woman and any information was eagerly hoarded. She'd been observing her avidly for a while now, looking for clues as to how she worked and what she liked. Who she liked. She had met Olga for the first time when her dad and Celia were in the amateur dramatic society play a month ago. Olga was tall, dark and beautiful but it was clear that Caroline was over her. When Olga kissed Caroline, it was like watching a car crash. Gillian didn't want to see it, but she was sitting in the row behind them and couldn't take her eyes off it. Mesmerised, she watched their lips meet, wanting to be Olga, wanting to know what it would be like to be Caroline's lover. She'd replayed it over and over again in her head during the last few weeks. It was frustrating and delicious at the same time and all too easy to get lost in the memory. She sighed and brought herself back to the couch and to Caroline's visit to the therapist.
While Gillian was replaying that kiss, Caroline was thinking about what she'd discussed in the two sessions and what she'd learned about herself. It had been interesting but agonising. Caroline was pretty good at working out other people and their motivations, but was often blind when it came to her own, and she hated dealing with her own feelings. The fact she'd stacked on the weight of her feelings for the last two years was something she wasn't prepared to examine, let alone discuss with anyone, despite Celia's carping.
"We talked about a lot of things. Kate came up, as you'd expect and the psychologist has given me some exercises to help manage the grief." She paused, gazing into the fire with that far away look that Gillian suspected meant that Caroline was communing with the dead. "There are times when I look at Flora and it slays me because I know she's growing up not knowing Kate. I'm losing my memory of her, bit by bit, so its getting harder to tell Flora about her mother. I can't even remember what Kate smells like..." Caroline stopped suddenly, the sense of loss washing over her.
Gillian sat next to her quietly. She picked up Caroline's hand and started stroking it tenderly. She waited for the story to continue.
"And we talked about Olga. I'd never thought of my relationship with her as healing, but really, that's what was in some ways. She helped me to deal with the grief. She helped me to see sunshine again, even if it was in brief bursts." She paused, reflecting on her time with Olga. "I'll write her a letter one day, thanking her. Not yet, but soon."
Caroline gazed into the fire, lost in thought. Most of the second session they'd talked about Gillian, when it had become apparent that Gillian was now central to Caroline's wellbeing. She relied on her as a friend and as a confident. There was no one else she could really talk to honestly, and even that she didn't do very often. The counsellor had helped clarify a lot of this for Caroline, but god she found it hard.
More recently Caroline had started noticing Gillian in other ways too, ways that were less convenient considering the farmer was her sister-in-law. Sure, they weren't related by blood, but it was going to get awkward if she acted on her attraction. So much for her recent understanding of how important sex was to her, she thought. Life could be cruel sometimes.
Coming out of her reverie, Caroline looked down at her hand in Gillian's, as if she'd just noticed that Gillian was touching her. Her hand curled and her thumb started to stroke the back of Gillian's hand. Neither of them said anything while they watched their hands move and caress.
Caroline's heart was beating faster, feeling like this was a moment to remember. She looked up to see Gillian gazing at her with a look so open and so tender that it pierced through Caroline's shell and her heart felt like it stopped, just for a beat.
Caroline swallowed. "I didn't know you felt like this."
Gillian's voice was quiet. "I have for a while." She looked into her eyes and felt completely exposed, like Caroline could see into her soul, could see everything.
Desire flared through Caroline's body and her lips parted. She had a driving need to touch Gillian, to taste her. She slowly brought Gillian's hand to her mouth and kissed the back of it, relishing the feel of it. It was overtly sexual and Gillian's breathing hitched.
Gillian was just about having an out of body experience. Here was her precious Caroline, rich blonde hair and soft lips tasting her weather-beaten farmer's skin. She wanted to sear the image into her brain so she would never forget it.
Caroline turned Gillian's hand and kissed the palm, lips brushing over the skin. Exploring the farmer's strong hand, Caroline sensuously pushed her tongue between the webbing of the fingers before drawing two of them into her mouth and sucking them. She was rewarded with a gasp from Gillian. She pulled Gillian's fingers from her mouth and gently bit the sensitive webbing near the thumb before sucking it to sooth it.
It was driving Gillian mad. She had no idea she could be so turned on by this. She couldn't remember anyone ever focusing so intently on one of her hands before. It was very erotic. She put her other hand on the couch to steady herself.
Caroline raised her head, looking intently onto Gillian's eyes. "Is this really what you want? I don't ever want to do something you don't want."
"Yes." Clearly stated and without qualification, Gillian looked at Caroline with open desire. "I want this. I want you."
Caroline was compelled to explore Gillian's body, to know her physically. "I want to touch you. To taste you."
"It's going to get complicated."
"I don't care."
Caroline kissed the inside of Gillian's wrist, using her tongue to increase the warmth of the touch. She was in full seduction mode, no longer rational as desire had so completely flooded her brain. She moved to Gillian's neck, placing wet kisses over the pulsing carotid. She brushed her lips over Gillian's cheek and when she reached her ear, she whispered, "You're intoxicating."
Gillian moaned and lunged, taking Caroline by surprise. Before she knew it Gillian was straddling her thighs, holding her face in both hands and kissing the hell out of her. She slid her hands up Gillian's dress and grabbed her arse, clutching on for dear life. She was completely lost in this kiss, with no longer any sense of her or Gillian or the world at large. She was just sensation. Just this sensation.
Gillian sat up, gasping for air, Caroline's face still in her hands. They sat there for a moment, staring at each other, mouths open and breathless, not quite believing that this was happening.
Gillian leaned forward to kiss Caroline gently on the lips. "You are so beautiful." She brushed the blonde hair from Caroline's face, murmuring, "so beautiful," as she kissed along her forehead, nose and down to her mouth again.
The kiss deepened, Caroline was arching up towards Gillian with her body while she pulled the brunette to her. "I need to see you." Caroline reached up behind Gillian and pulled down the zipper of her dress, moving her hands around Gillian to feel the skin on her back. She lifted the dress over Gillian's head, revealing Gillian's tender skin rippling over her muscled torso. Caroline ran her hands over the body that shivered beneath her touch, excited by the feel of it.
Gillian started undressing Caroline. The buttons on the shirt opened and she could see Caroline's magnificent breasts barely contained by a black lacy bra. Gillian cupped them with both hands and buried her face between them, feeling like she was in heaven. She sighed with bliss. If she died now she'd be a happy woman.
For the two of them it was a case of wonder and delight, nerves and relief. They explored each other's bodies until they collapsed with exhaustion, sticky and slick with sweat, tangled in one another's limbs. Caroline had dragged a blanket from the back of the couch over them at some point and they slept until dawn.
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Gillian opened her eyes to the soft light leaking in from around the blinds. She was wrapped up in limbs and her head rested on soft flesh. She froze, not knowing where she was and for a moment, with whom. She looked more closely and saw freckles littering the undulating landscape in front of her eyes, but it was the fabulous catastrophe of blonde hair that brought the evening back to her.
She closed her eyes again, not wanting to wake up from the dream in case it disappeared. She could feel the softness of the breast under her cheek, the roundness of the belly under her arm, and the firmness of the thigh pressed against the inside of her legs. It all felt real. It started a delicious ache, a desire to start it all again.
Gillian had known for a while now that she wanted Caroline. She wasn't often attracted to women but Caroline was special. There was something completely captivating about the glorious mess that was Caroline McKenzie-Dawson. Selfish and thoughtful, rabidly strong on the outside and yet fragile and vulnerable when she felt safe, the contradictions built a picture of a capable woman doing the best she could in a difficult world, desperately trying to hold it all together. Gillian knew she would never tire of her, as she had all her previous lovers. And god, those tits. She couldn't quite believe she had finally got to touch them and here they were, naked in front of her. She sighed softly, not wanting to wake the owner of them just yet in case it disrupted her excellent view.
She lifted her head, the desire to lick and taste the deliciousness on offer too strong. She'd gently sucked one nipple to hardness when she felt Caroline stirring. In the mellow haze before wakefulness, Caroline turned into Gillian's body, nestling further into her, issuing a soft sigh that was entirely arousing. Caroline's body then stiffened for a moment, before she relaxed again and moved consciously to bring up the thigh between Gillian's legs and moved her hand over Gillian's gorgeous bum.
"I could happily wake up like this every day." Caroline hadn't opened her eyes yet, but the early signs of arousal were starting to sing through her body.
"Morning." Gillian could now reach Caroline's other nipple so she started to bring that to hardness.
"Oh, that's nice." Caroline was enjoying this as a way to greet the day, running her hands gently over Gillian's body and having her nipples sucked. Becoming more awake brought to her attention that she needed to pee. Inconvenient. She sighed and opened her eyes.
"I'm going to have to get up. I need to pee before we go much further. I'm blaming the wine," Caroline grouched.
"Yeah. Me too but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity of playing with your tits."
"You like them, don't you."
"I do. Magnificent mammaries you have there, Caz."
Caroline chuckled. "'Mammaries' always makes me think of Attenborough documentaries and photos from National Geographic when we were young."
To Caroline's regret, Gillian stopped what she was doing. "I haven't thought of those magazines for ages. When did they go out of fashion?"
"Not sure. Some time in the '80s I think." She remembered being a teenager fascinated by the photos of tall, half-naked black women and their breasts. She wondered briefly if they were the first photos she'd wanked to, before she shook the pictures free from her head and brought her focus back to Gillian. She really wanted Gillian to start sucking her nipples again, but she'd laid her head back on Caroline's body.
Caroline sighed. "What are you up to today?"
"I'll need to feed the sheep this morning. Oh, and I'll need to fix the hay carrier too. One of the sheep got a bit enthusiastic yesterday, but it won't take long to sort out." The maintenance on a farm was never ending, but fortunately most of it could wait. Gillian really wanted to spend the day right here, nestled snugly in Caroline's arms.
Caroline had been lying perched on the edge of the couch and knew there was never going to be a pretty way of getting off it. She gently extracted herself from Gillian's limbs and flailed her way to vertical. She shook her head to fling the hair out of her eyes, which set off a lovely cascade of movement down her body that Gillian appreciated in the soft morning light. She marched off in the direction of the bathroom, calling out, "I'll pop the coffee on," as she went.
Gillian enjoyed the sight of Caroline's naked arse retreating, then snuggled into the sofa under the blanket, holding the cushion to her face and loving the remnants of Caroline's scent upon it. Five more minutes, she told herself, and then she'd get up.
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Gillian hadn't closed her eyes for long when she felt a weight gently drop onto her stomach. She opened her eyes to see a disappointingly covered Caroline. She was starting to think it was a crime for Caroline to be clothed at all, even if she was obviously naked underneath her dressing gown.
"Coffee, I'm presuming. What else would you like for breakfast? We've got most things." Caroline paused awkwardly. "I'm not sure what you like for breakfast."
Gillian sat up, the blanket falling to her waist. She did notice that it seemed to stop Caroline from speaking. In fact, she just seemed to be staring at Gillian's breasts with a look of lust written all over her face. Gillian grinned, happy to oblige with a show. She rose slowly from the couch, watching Caroline taking it all in. She ran her hands temptingly over her breasts, her belly, her hips and down between her legs.
"You like watching, Caroline?" she smirked.
Caroline's eyes had followed Gillian's hands, inch by seductive inch, her mouth running dry. Hoarsely she said, "Oh, we are so doing this one day."
Gillian flung on the dressing gown and took hold of Caroline's hand, pulling her into the kitchen. "You sort out the coffee, and I'll sort out me. Back in a jiffy." She reached up to kiss Caroline quickly on the lips before departing for the bathroom.
Caroline watched her go, a little bewildered by the morning. With her past lovers, things had been awkward after the first night, but Gillian seemed to be breezily happy, treating their changed relationship as if this happened every week. She marveled at how Gillian was taking it all in her stride, wondering if she would ever get to that point in her life. She sighed. Of course not, you pillock. You plan every last detail and panic when anything changes. She prepared the high-tech coffee machine that Gillian always teased her about even though they both really liked the resulting brew. She dripped the last of the coffee into two mugs when Gillian returned.
"Ta. I need that." Gillian took a sip of the coffee and closed her eyes in bliss. "I do like your brew Caz."
"It's a single origin from Nigeria. One of my favourites. It's a new one; I thought you might like it."
Gillian thought that sounded like typical posh Caroline, but there was no denying the coffee was good.
"I borrowed someone's toothbrush. No idea whose but I'm hoping it was yours."
Caroline looked a little horrified. She knew she'd replace the lot as soon as she went shopping. Note to self, she added, pick up a toothbrush for Gillian too.
Gillian chuckled, "I used your mouthwash as well."
Caroline was in the process of screwing up her face and launching into a hygiene lecture when Gillian put down her mug and pushed Caroline against the table, opened Caroline's dressing gown and dropped her gaze to take in the divine form in front of her.
Not able to take her eyes from Caroline's breasts, Gillian unconsciously licked her lips. "What do we have here... the terrain of my dreams." She tenderly caressed Caroline's breasts and started licking and sucking them. Caroline started writhing and Gillian slid a hand behind Caroline's neck and pulled her into a breath-taking kiss. When Caroline finally came up for air, her legs were wobbly and she could barely remember her name.
"Fuck. You're good at that."
"Since you asked so nicely..." and in an instant Gillian had lifted Caroline up onto the table, spread her legs and was kissing and nibbling her neck. Caroline's head reeled from the suddenness of it all, but she was very turned on by Gillian's strength. She started stroking those impressively muscular biceps when Gillian hit a sensitive spot and Caroline instantly needed pressure on her clit. She pulled Gillian to her with powerful legs and started moaning and grinding her hips.
Gillian slowed things down, stroking Caroline's thighs and body and never getting close to where Caroline craved. It felt like hours before Gillian touched her clit and even longer before she was inside her. It was blissful and exquisite and when she came, Caroline lost herself in Gillian's arms.
Gillian was holding Caroline and gently massaged her back while she recovered. She could still feel the strong contractions around her hand and hoped it wasn't too badly crushed. When Caroline released her, she slowly pulled her fingers out and wiggled them, a bit relieved they still functioned. Still, what a way to lose your hand, she smirked.
Caroline started to move and Gillian released her hold, leaning back to see Caroline's face. "You okay," she asked?
"Yeah. Wow. Now that was a coffee."
"Twat." Gillian snorted. "Yeah, that was a very special Farmer's Brew, that was." She laughed. "Lucky there's more where that came from," she said gleefully.
Caroline laughed wickedly. "What a relief! I'd hate there to be a shortage."
Gillian's stomach rumbled loudly, reminding them they had yet to eat. "I'm bloody hungry. Any chance of some food, Caz?"
"Sure. What would you like, you gorgeous Farmer's Brew brewer?"
Tickled, Gillian had a big grin on her face. "Eggs would be great; don't mind which way."
"Coming up." Caroline leaned forward, kissed Gillian tenderly on the lips, and slid off the table. "Might need to clean that before we eat," she motioned to the wet patch on the table with a smirk.
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Omelettes with bacon, tomatoes and spring onions disappeared rapidly as the two women replenished their energy. Another batch of coffee was made, although Caroline refused to call it a brew in case it set Gillian off again. She didn't think her twat could handle another round like that just at the moment. She could still feel the memory of Gillian inside her, and the pleasing ache of it. Still, it raised her awareness of her growing need to have Gillian, to taste Gillian. Against her nature, she was trying to be patient.
"So, eggs all right?"
"Great, Yeah. Thank you." They were perfect, of course. Rich and delicious and exactly what Gillian wanted. Gillian had watched Caroline closely and still had no idea how she had magically whipped up this bit of perfection up so quickly and effortlessly.
"So is that enough? Would you like something else?"
"No, that's grand. Thank you." Gillian pushed the plate away from her, signaling she was done.
Caroline stood, picked up the plates and dropped them in the sink. She stood there, planning her approach, wondering what would be the best way to embark upon it. It was always so much simpler with alcohol and the seductive cover of darkness. She planted her hands on the edge of the sink and unconsciously started to move her hips. The dressing gown was swaying as she moved, a metronome to her need. Asking for what she wanted had been easier with Annafrid and Olga, when the stakes weren't so high.
Gillian spotted something was up. "Are you all right Caroline?" She got up and stood next to Caroline, placing her hand gently on Caroline's back.
Caroline exhaled slowly and turned to face Gillian, the intensity of her desire for the woman on open display. Gillian was momentarily shocked by the change, but her body responded with a flush running up her chest and face. They looked into each other's eyes, seeing raw sexual need. Hearts racing, they came together hungrily, teeth and lips and hips colliding.
Caroline manoeuvred Gillian back to the sturdy wooden table in the middle of the room. The frantic energy slowly dissipated as Caroline pulled back for air, resting her forehead on Gillian's. Still breathing fairly hard, she raised a hand to Gillian's face gently and then looked her in the eyes. "I want you. I want to taste you." Her urgent need had transmogrified into something more intimate, more complex.
Gillian was overwhelmed that Caroline had slowed everything down to get her permission. The clarity of morning made this different to last night. Last night was great fun and a dream come true, but it was a pale counterfeit of the way she felt connected to Caroline now.
"Yes." Her breath rattled as she looked deep into Caroline's eyes. "Yes."
Caroline gently started kissing Gillian again. This time it felt more emotional, deeper than the physical passion that had marked their encounter so far.
Caroline put her arms around Gillian and lifted her up onto the edge of the table with an ease that surprised Gillian. She cupped Gillian's face with her hands, using soft kisses to map Gillian's features. Distracting her with a sensual mouth, Caroline untied Gillian's dressing gown and heard the gasp as she ran her hands lightly across Gillian's ribs until they found a home caressing her breasts. Nipples already hard, Caroline pinched them gently while sucking on Gillian's sensitive neck, causing Gillian's hips to move involuntarily. Gillian's breathing and the scent of her arousal drove Caroline mad. She struggled to slow things down despite wanting to savour this time, this exploration. Each new sound, each new movement by Gillian was a revelation to Caroline.
Caroline reached behind Gillian and with a grand gesture swept the remnants of breakfast onto the floor. Knowing her aged knees wouldn't cope with the hard floor, she grabbed a chair and brought it behind her, taking the cushion from it and placing it behind Gillian.
She kissed Gillian tenderly, and quietly said, "Lie down." She followed Gillian's shoulders down onto the table with her kisses, trailing them along her body until she reached Gillian's hips. Caroline pulled the chair under her, and sighed.
"You are so beautiful." Caroline gently lifted Gillian's legs and put them over her shoulders. She licked, sucked and nipped her way up Gillian's thighs. Caroline relished the taste and texture of Gillian, learning what pushed Gillian closer to the abyss of bliss from the sounds she made.
For Gillian, Caroline's exquisite feasting seemed an eternity and when Gillian finally came, it was as if she existed only in that moment. It was several minutes before Gillian could reconstruct any sense of herself, before she could feel Caroline holding her, their fingers intertwined, soothing her while she pulled herself together from distant galaxies. Nothing had felt like this before.
For Caroline, today was the first time in years that she had felt truly safe. She'd shown Gillian her desire and she'd let go completely. She'd shown the part of her that was real, the part behind all the masks she hid behind to get through the day. She had been terrified to show herself in this deep, raw way, but Gillian had been right there with her. It was a revelation of sorts, just as it had been with Kate, the discovery that sometimes it was enough, just to be her.