Time had no meaning…
Bianca was dreaming; not a bad dream, a good dream. And she knew she was dreaming too. Only it was the perfect kind of dreaming where she could steer it and mould it, go where ever she wanted… do whatever she wished…
She had spent an eternity on the beach howling with laughter as she ran in and out of the surf with her children… she had galloped horses across open plains with nothing but the exhilaration of thundering hooves and the wind in her hair… she had spent a perfect lifetime in that afternoon by the pool, healed and whole so that when Marissa kissed her with such passion, she could more than return the embrace…
…Now she was in her favourite dream, reliving one of her fondest moments with Marissa… the picnic in the park when she first said those three little words…
They had eaten their fill and the kids headed off to join the queue for one last turn on the miniature park railway. Miranda and AJ flanking little Gabby, both were holding her by the hand as they walked together, the picture-perfect little family.
Bianca, her belly pleasantly full, was sat on the picnic blanket her back resting against a tree trunk, Marissa was laying back against her.
Bianca looked down at her girlfriend as she ran the fingers of her left hand through her copper coloured hair; her right arm wrapped around Marissa's waist, their fingers entwined. She was lost, marvelling at how happy she was and how Marissa was such a huge part of that. How they fit together in every way, as family, as friends, as lovers...
In that moment the words just slipped out, perfectly and unexpectedly,
"God, I love you."
Marissa tipped her head back at the declaration; she looked up at Bianca a beautiful smile on her lips. Bianca bent down to cover it with a soft kiss.
Marissa sighed contentedly and settled back against Bianca's chest, returning her gaze to watch their children climbing onto the little park train.
"I love you too and your girls…"
Bianca couldn't resist; too high on happiness and love.
"I know you can't keep your hands off them." she teased with a snort of laughter.
"What? You know which girls I meant." cried Marissa, playfully elbowing her girlfriend in the ribs.
"I was only playing." said Bianca, planting an apologetic kiss on the crown of Marissa's head.
"Not that I don't love those girls as well." Marissa added cheekily, tipping her head back once more to catch Bianca's eye.
"Oh I know!" said Bianca, laughing again. "I just remember our first night, when you invited me back to your hotel room; it should have been a warning for what I was in for. You had most of that conversation with my cleavage."
"I did not."
"You kinda did." said Bianca still grinning.
"Well your handsy!" retorted Marissa.
"Not my fault," said Bianca, slipping her hand from where it rested around Marissa's waist down to stroke her denim clad thigh, "If you insist on wearing tight dresses and short skirts you can't blame a girl for her actions."
"Mmm…You like me like that do you." said Marissa leaning her head back into Bianca's shoulder contentedly.
"I do."
Marissa turned in Bianca's grasp, shifting her whole body until she was facing her, gazing lovingly into her eyes.
"Well I'll remember that." she said wearing a broad grinning.
"Yes please…" said Bianca before pressing her lips against Marissa's.
Bianca found herself getting lost in the moment, the intensity of Marissa's kisses; the heat of her mouth; the breathlessness of her sigh; the sharp pressure of her teeth as they nipped her bottom lip…
Then Bianca heard a bloodcurdling scream.
She pulled out of the kiss, looking wildly around. Were the girls alright? Yes, she could see them waving eagerly from the little train ride.
"What's wrong?" asked Marissa.
"That scream!"
"What scream?" Marissa asked.
"You didn't hear that?" asked Bianca, still looking urgently around to locate the source of the cry.
Even as she searched she heard the scream again… screaming and sobbing…
"Where..?" asked Bianca confused, the sound seemed so far away and yet so close and from the blank expression on Marissa's face, she realised that she was the only one to hear it.
Because…
Because this was a dream… she was dreaming… that sound was coming from outside in the waking world…
Outside...
As the dream world spun around her, Bianca struggled to remember what it meant to be awake…
And that desperate voice was still screaming in fear and pain…
…
*I'm leaving you with this cliff hanger feeling rather mean. But the story will continue in two weeks' time. Hope to see you all again on Monday 9th July.
TTFN.*