Thanks for your patience - I now know the diffence between a cold and the flu - urgh!
I am now just about well enough to continue my tale (and I am sick of lying here being sick) so I hope this makes sense.
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The hotel their friends had picked out was beautiful, although Bianca suspected Francois may have had the biggest hand in it.
While Bianca tipped the porter, Marissa hurried to the balcony to take in the view. Across the roof tops she could see the pinnacle of the Eiffel tower.
"This is incredible." Marissa sighed, all the tension from before momentarily forgotten. Bianca trudged over on her crutches and stood beside her to share the view. She had left her wheelchair behind at Disneyland, her one concession for coming on the trip to Paris was that she would do it on her own two feet.
Bianca had to agree that the view was impressive, but nowhere near as beautiful as the smile it kindled on Marissa's lips. The burden of guilt was erased as Bianca became spell bound by the unfettered delight on the face of her girlfriend.
"I've always wanted to come here!" sighed Marissa, glancing briefly in Bianca's direction but not entirely noticing the love-stuck expression on her girlfriend's face. "Paris… the city of love!"
"You have?" asked Bianca.
"Well I remember really wanting to come here!" said Marissa sheepishly, caught out by her amnesia, "But I'm not sure if I ever actually made it."
Bianca felt rather daring as she reached out to put her arm around Marissa waist, and she wondered inside if actually everything would all be alright…
"Well you're here now." she said softly.
Marissa tensed for just a second at Bianca's touch and then she relaxed back into Bianca's embrace. This time when she looked up at Bianca, she could see the sparkle in her eyes.
"Yes I am." she said and reached to pull Bianca's arm tighter around her waist and held it in place. The stood like that for a minute or two, as one enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Then Marissa turned in the embrace until they were nose to nose, and it was as if the last few days never happened, they became lost in sweet and loving kisses.
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The kiss grew in momentum and unable to stop herself Marissa gently pushed Bianca back in the direction of the vast four-poster bed, keeping one hand on her waist to steady her as they stepped slowly back.
Bianca returned the kiss passionately her own hands grasping at the fabric of Marissa's shirt as she dropped her other crutch to the ground. With her next step back Bianca stumbled and collapsed onto the mattress and Marissa was quick to follow her. The kiss was frantic, full of everything that had been missing these last few days. Bianca pulled Marissa's top off over her head, while the only thing Marissa cared about was her girlfriend's mouth, a taste she had missed so much.
Marissa knew that they should stop… that this was just another distraction to stop them from talking. But as long as Bianca needed this and she wasn't going to say no… not again.
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