"Together?" Bo posed.
"Together." Tamsin agreed.
The two grasped each end of the paper, and opened it gingerly.
At the far left (driver's side), it told to turn to the backside (follow the map). It read:
A Brutal Assault Leads to a Fatal Death
February 22, 2014, Isabeu Dennis was vigorously beaten to death by a local gang. Found that night and presumed dead by medical professionals, three cops were also murdered at the scene. A blonde going by the name of Tamsin killed the three men in attempt to get some answers. She was contained that day and sent to a psychiatric facility. According to her testimony, Tamsin killed those policemen in an act of anger and confusion. She admitted to being in love with the woman, and that seeing the scene before her sent her 'over the edge'.
Two months later Tamsin was found dead in her isolation unit after slicing her wrists with a sharpened leg from a cot. Her counselors believe it was because she could no longer live with the thought of never being able to see 'Bo' again. They claimed to have heard many of whispers coming from her room before hand. They say she would carry out full conversations with a woman named 'Bo'.
A memorial has been prepared for Isabeu Dennis at a local watering hole called 'The Dal Riata'. She is missed by the locals, and so are those three officers.
Bo had no words left in her vocabulary. Nothing she could speak would express what she was feeling. What she was thinking.
"You're here for me. To take me to Valhalla right? That's what this is all about."
Tamsin's face fell.
"I-if you chose to come with me, yes."
"But this doesn't make sense. If I'm dead, then why am I here?"
The Valkyrie lay the two woman unto the floor, and rested her head on the Succubus's chest.
"This," she motioned around the gloomy room, "is what you have created for yourself. When you die your body is sent into an alternate universe in which you feel is accurate. This," she motioned around the room again, "is what you believe you deserve. Your subconscious built this world out of what you think of yourself. What you think you deserve. Then, when the time comes, if you are deemed a true warrior, a Valkyrie will come to take you to Valhalla. It was only luck that I happened to be yours."
Bo smiled happily with the feeling of Tamsin against her body. So close. So warm. So...safe.
"Your wrists," The brunette whimpered and felt the dried blood on the blonde's arm.
"It's how I died Bo."
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. It was my choice."
They were wasting valuable time, and the Valkyrie knew it.
"I miss you now more than ever before Bo. Come home with me."
The Succubus nodded gently, and snuggled closer to Tamsin.
"I'm ready."
Valhalla
The light was fluorescent and terribly bright. Beneath her Bo could feel soft silky satin sheets, and on top of her soft silky...skin. Pale Scandinavian skin. A familiar blonde's skin.
"T-Tamsin?" the brunette cautioned.
"Mmm that's my name, please wear it out." came a husky voice with a flirtatious, sexy tone.
Opening her eyes wider Bo was extremely surprised at the scene before her.
A very athletic, strong, muscular, lustful, Herculean woman straddled her hips firmly.
The blonde was rolling her own hips into Bo's, and before she could stop herself she began to grind back.
"That's it Bo, just like that."
The Valkyrie began to push harder and faster. She re-positioned herself between Bo's thighs and began forcing herself sensually into her sweet spot. It was erotic and passionate but oddly gentle at the same time.
"Oh Gods!" Bo felt herself whimper helplessly.
"You like that? Well then…"
Tamsin flipped their positions, now on the bottom.
She palmed the woman's ass and brought Bo's center to her mouth. The brunette glanced down just to see the other woman wearing a very smug smirk.
Spreading her legs, Tamsin licked all the way down Bo's opening.
She then slipped her tongue into Bo and skillfully filled the woman with a godly pleasure.
"OH FUCK!" The brunette yelped entering cloud nine forcefully.
"Stop stop stop." Bo breathed.
"Have I hurt you?" Tamsin whispered into the other woman's ear sadly as she dismounted herself and laid next to her.
"No, no of course not. In fact that was the best thing that's ever happened to me," the brunette eased out of breath.
"Mmmm then let's get back to it shall we?"
Tamsin propped herself up on one elbow, and leaned over to kiss Bo.
It started soft but then turned into a passionate make out session with dancing tongues.
"You taste…..ammmmazing," the blonde slurred seductively, "here," Tamsin lowered her mouth back to Bo's opening and sucked her tenderly, " you're so wet."
Tamsin sucked a bit longer until Bo couldn't squirm any longer before having a stroke.
Kissing Bo, the blonde licked all inside the woman's mouth giving her the sweet taste of herself.
"Told you...you taste so good."
They went back to their intensely hot making out again, this time Tamsin's hands began to roam freely.
She massaged Bo's erected breasts until she stopped kissing her to take one of them into her mouth.
"Yes Tamsin. Yes. You feel so good."
"Trust me when I say, I know."
"Can you get any sexier?"
"Hell yes. Would you like me to show you exactly how much?"
They both stopped in that moment unified.
"Fuck yes," they both moaned together.
Tamsin rolled Bo on top of her then used her legs to pull the woman tightly against her.
Leaving no room for air, Tamsin began to buck her opening against Bo's.
"Holy….Oh Gods."
Right when both woman were to release they both stopped in unison again. Though this time not to initiate the most mind blowing sex ever.
"Bo?"
"Tamsin?"
A wave of memories hit them reminding them of what had happened in the past and who they were to each other.
Both women lay holding each other beneath the satin sheets of the queen sized bed. Bo's head resting gingerly on Tamsin's chest.
"This is weird," Bo whispered.
"Tell me about it. And if you say anything about this to anyone bitch I swear-"
"Don't worry Tamsin. Your secret love for cuddling will never be spoken of outside of us."
"Good."
"Good."
"Listen Bo, there's something you should know."
"You don't have to say anything Tamsin."
"I know, but just hear me out okay?" The blonde could feel a little nod against her chest in compliance. "So things have been complicated lately. Very complicated actually. After you...well you-know-what, I just couldn't really handle it anymore. I went a little soft in the head if you catch my drift, and-"
"You killed yourself. Oh gods Tamsin...you killed yourself," Bo cut in quietly, regretting it immediately afterwards when she felt the Valkyrie's heart stop momentarily.
"Yeah...that. Well anyway, it helped me realize some things. I know that I'm not the most desirable person to be around and sometimes...most of the time I can be a real pain in the ass. I apologize for that. I also apologize for taking so long to see what was right in front of me for such a long time. Bo, with you, I'm comfortable. I know that I can talk about anything, or sit by your side in complete silence. You see me at my worst, but only talk about my best. I can be happy about my biggest achievements, while you know my deepest insecurities. I'm comfortable with you, and you should know that means everything to me. I love the way you lay on my chest and listen to my heartbeat. I love the way you smile and make me feel like nothing can possibly go wrong. And one day I caught myself smiling, then I realized that I was thinking of you. Bo, if I never met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will."
"Tamsin I lo-"
"Please don't say I love you."
"Why?"
The Valkyrie caressed Bo's cheek with her left hand, rubbing her thumb tenderly against it.
"Because I might say it back."
This short story has been dedicated to the friends of mine that have suffered from depression, and committed suicide.
I myself have been suffering from endlessly tormenting suicidal thoughts. I often think, If this is how my life is going to be, I don't want it anymore. People always tell me I look sad and tired. I know I look sad and tired, I am sad and tired. Nobody sees that I'm dead inside.
Just because I have to live this way, doesn't mean you or anyone else has to.
So remind people of this:
Your skin is not paper, don't cut it.
Your face is not a mask, don't hide it.
Your size is not a book, don't judge it.
Your life isn't a film, don't end it.
Thank you. Just know, anyone could be feeling this way, you just have to care enough to see it.