Fiona dreaming of raindrops and slowly her body became aware that those were kisses from a cool half-Silurian's lips. She finally reaches full alertness to return the kisses. Alaya smiled.
"Good Morning."
"Good Morning"
"Come on we start exercises in five minutes."
"Not on my day off. No." Fiona shakes her head as if she is three years old.
"Sorry dear. You will join me. Even if I have to carry you myself."
Fiona knows her wife doesn't do idle threats. She pulls off the cover, puts on her glasses and quickly changes into her cricket outfit. As she is buttoning up her shirt, she notices the pants are quite loose. "Alaya am I loosing weight?"
"Yes, but we were warned by Louisa and Flora that this would happen. We need to seek nutrition advice from Mother Vastra. I can't have you withering away. She might have a book in her library that contains the right diet for your, no I mean our, situation."
Fiona walks to her wife and kisses her tenderly, "Yes, our. I like the sound of that."
They both exit their bedroom and into the attic gymnasium, they are the only ones here. "We beat my mothers? Do you want to stretch?"
Fiona comes from behind and pushes her wife against the wall, "Stretching? No, I can think of better things to do." She pinches her wife's ass and proceeds to nibble on the back of Alaya's neck.
"They will be here any minute."
"Let them see me kiss my wife. If they don't like it, they can stay in their room."
Alaya swings around and pulls her wife close. They kiss in their own private world ignoring the two walking into the room.
Vastra and Jenny refuse to acknowledge them as they take their beginning stance. It wasn't until Fiona let out a moan that the Mothers stopped mid stretch and decided to watch. Mother Jenny asks, "How long will they go without any air?"
"I do not know. I guess we never measured Alaya's ability to hold oxygen. I just became curious, I will have to test her later."
Alaya opened her eyes and kissed her wife tenderly, "The mothers have arrived."
"Are they enjoying the show?"
"I think we have become a nature show for them. They are analysing our breathing capabilities."
Fiona turns around with a blushing face. She gathers herself, clears the moisture from her glasses, pulls Alaya with her and stands on the mat facing Mother Vastra. "Whenever you are ready, Mother Vastra. We have been waiting."
"Waiting? Is that what we call touching quail-pipe?" Mother Jenny inquires.
The mothers have a good laugh and soon settle down as Mother Vastra starts again leading her little family in exercises.
"What are you plans for the day?" Mother Jenny inquires while they are eating breakfast.
"I am too busy to make any sort of arrangements. I depend on Alaya." Fiona turns to her wife holding a mushroom on the end of her fork. "Here is a reward if there is an agenda for my day off."
Alaya pulls off the mushroom with her tongue and flips it into her mouth. "Yes, we have plans. Do you want to know of them?"
"I would," as Fiona holds out another mushroom attached to her fork.
Alaya extracts the mushroom similar as the first, "We shall be going to the British Museum to look at the exhibit of Chinese and Japanese prints. Lunch with a stroll in the park. We shall be back here for dinner. Is that acceptable. I didn't want to cram too much. At least one activity a day for your day off and the rest at our leisure."
Fiona nods in agreement as she takes a bite of her breakfast.
"I have wanted to see that exhibit." Mother Vastra adds, "What time shall we leave."
Alaya looks to her Mother Jenny for assistance.
"Vastra dear, I believe we can catch the exhibit another day. Let them go on their own."
Vastra looks to her wife and back to her daughter. "Understand. I forget that Fiona is not around."
"Is that a compliment?" Fiona is confused as to what Mother Vastra is actually saying.
"Individual scent lingers, just like Alaya and my Jenny's. I don't notice your gone until your scent dissipates."
"What do I smell like to you?"
"Family."
Fiona blushes, "What I mean is how can you distinguish our scents? What is particular with my scent? Do all Silurian's smells of scents the same or does it taste different to each Silurian?"
"There are multiple scents always flowing. I can choose what to block, like ignoring a certain sound. For example, we are having breakfast, coffee, Jenny, Alaya, you and even the soap for washing dishes is filling the room. I have taught myself to ignore the soap. Do you understand?"
Fiona nods and Vastra can see her mind soaking in her every word.
"Silurian's tongues are distinctive and how they interpret scents are personal. For example; Alaya and I differ in how we sense Jenny's scent. It is true of your scent. Understand?"
Fiona nods.
"To my tongue and brain your scent is like a candy store and an oak tree. My daughter's are close to that of ginger, flour and the sea."
"Interesting. Alaya, what is my scent to you?" As she looks towards her wife.
Alaya blushes opens her mouth and nothing comes out. She closes her mouth and just smiles.
"What? I didn't hear you." Fiona teases her wife.
"Do you truly want to know?"
"I would not have asked."
Alaya blushes at the intimate conversation in front of her Mothers. She turns to her mothers to see them both being entertained. "Are there no boundaries?"
"What?I have to give up my hot breakfast for your privacy, I think not." Mother Jenny adds, "If you leave breakfast now your wife will be malnourished, she is already too thin. So just reply to your wife. Don't mind us." She offers her daughter a devilish smile as she takes a bite of her toast.
"You know how I give off scents … when … when … I am um … aroused?"
"Yes."
"Well, that isn't a scent I have when I am not aroused. You don't smell those particular fragrances on me right now?"
Fiona leans in to sniff her wife's neck and bottom of her wrist. "No, you smell more like a lock in Scotland and a savory pastry."
Mother Jenny yanks her daughter's arm and sniffs. "Pastry? I don't smell that. Does our daughter smell like a pastry?"
Mother Vastra lets her tongue leave her mouth, wraps around her daughter's wrist and back into her mouth for inspection. "I can see the interpretation. But no dear, only to our Fiona does our only daughter smell like a pond and a baker's shop."
"Ye must be joakin'." Fiona teases back with her strong Scottish accent. "I compared your daughter to the grandest body of water in the world and a glorious baked good. A pond? Ye must be mad. As far as me girl smelling like a baker's shop, I wouldn't mind it once in a while," as she offers a playful wink to her wife.
Alaya just shakes her head at the maturity level dropping. "When you smell the lock and savery pastry on my wrist, do you conjure up scents when I am … aroused?"
As Fiona sniffs her wife's wrist again, she lingers for a moment. She looks up to her wife with a softer tone, "Yes, it does. Are those scents still there?"
Alaya, "Only you can smell them. Not my mothers or anyone else."
"Why can I only smell them?"
"Because you were there when the scents were created. No one else knows that those are there. Nobody. Not the most sensitive Silurian tongue can even get a hint."
"Wait." Fiona's mind is going round and round. "All that I take in when … when … we are intimate, that which makes me feel as if I have a bottle of wine … only you and I can smell?"
"That is correct. But we do have scents anyone can smell, they just can't smell us. They aren't able to drink our created scents."
Fiona looks to her wife and feels sorry. "I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"Because we have this bond, this uniqueness … and you were the only one who knew."
"I knew you would ask soon enough when you are ready. I was prepared for your inquire, but without the audience participation." Alaya nods her head towards her parents.
"Do all Silurian couples have an exclusive scent? Does the scent ever change? If so, when? Do two Silurians have a more powerful combination?" Fiona holds her hand tight, "Do we have the same scent when you were with Daniela?"
Alaya heart felt like a bo staff hit her chest full force. She looked desperate, "I thought it was obvious. I must have not been clear."
Fiona mouth drops open, "Oh god! No! Did I just ask a question that I shouldn't have? I am not jealous. I am not asking to compare. I was just inquisitive. I am so sorry."
Alaya cups her wife's face, "No. When I told you of Daniela, I must have not been clear. Give me a moment to explain."
Fiona's hands are shaking, "I don't want to be the cause of any pain. Please forget I ask."
Alaya turning to her mothers, "How do I explain? I mean, what words?"
Fiona snaps her head toward Mother Vastra and Mother Jenny gently, "No. Her words only, please." She turns back to her wife and cups Alaya chin, "My love, help me understand. You told me you woke in each other's arms every morning, that you explored each other's body, and touching each other."
Alaya nods yes.
"What am I missing? I asked if our scent was the same us as it was with Daniela?"
"It was not."
"How was it different?"
"There was none."
"Wait, I am truly confused." Fiona flaps her hands above her head. "I need another cup of coffee. Anyone else?"
Alaya shakes her head no while both Mother Jenny and Vastra hold up their cups.
"How can you enjoy this?" She asks the mothers as she fills their cups.
"This is fascinating. We know our daughter and she is fighting to find the words. We are here rooting for her to catch her tongue and explain so you will understand fully."
Fiona puts the kettle back on the warmer, sits down next to her wife, "I too am rooting for you to find your words." She sips her hot coffee and kisses her wife's cool cheek.
"There was no scent because …"
"Maybe if you tell it in cricket terms." Teases Mother Jenny.
Alaya ponders for a moment, "There was never scent because there it was never fully intimate. It was innocence and desire. My crown was dormant and my folds of skins were never investigated."
"When we shared a bed before we were married there was no scent."
"Correct."
"Are you telling me … wait." Fiona going through her brain to find the perfect word without being too vulgar. She gets up and runs to the other room.
Alaya looks to her mother who offer nothing more than shrugs. "You two are enjoying this way too much."
Mother Vastra and Mother Jenny just nod yes with smiles.
Fiona comes back into the room with Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, published 1913 by C. & G. Merriam Co. She opens and find the word on page 1612, "Is this the word you are seeking, my love?" She puts the dictionary on her wife's lap, comes around behind Alaya's chair, leans over and points. "This meaning … here." Fiona stops, comes back around, sits down facing her wife and waits.
Alaya shakes her head yes.
"It was one-sided. Did she not dare look, taste, feel … she must have been curious?"
Alaya shakes her head no.
Fiona sits back and takes the dictionary from her wife's lap and places it on the table. "I do not know if I am sorry she left your desire unquenched or angry because she didn't dare even try to find out what might please you."
Vastra quickly turns the books towards her and her wife and point to the word 'virgin'.
Fiona looks at her wife so distressed at a memory she can't shake, "So when you touched my body for the first time ... you were so confident … how?"
"I have studied anatomy. Louisa lent me books and she told me of human touches and similarities. Mother Vastra taught me of my Silurian body and its reactions."
"I see." Fiona's face is bright red and not able to look up from her lap.
"I did learn one important fact from both Louisa and Mother Vastra which gave me the confidence I needed for our marriage bed."
Fiona looks up to see her wife's beautiful brown eyes.
"That everyone is different. There are no two Silurians alike in taste, scent, pleasure zones and even the concupiscence; the same for humans. We had to discover each other, without books … and I believe we do quite well."
Fiona smiles, "My dearest I would like to know two things ..."
Alaya enjoys her wife's smile.
"What is my scent daily and what is my scent when we are intimate?"
"Your daily scent is a combination fall leaves and paprika."
"What is my scent when we are intimate?"
"Not now, especially with these two deviants around." She nods in the direction of her mothers.
"Damn," Whispers Mother Jenny.
Vastra just laughed, "I too was hoping for a reply."
"Sorry to disappoint. Go to the Cinema if you are so desperate for entertainment."
Fiona is still bright red, but her mind is buzzing with questions. She touches her wife's arm, "Let's start our day together."
Alaya places their dirty plates and empty mugs in front of both mothers. "The price for the entertainment is cleaning our breakfast dishes. Have a good day." Alaya kisses her mothers' cheeks and exits the kitchen holding her wife's hand.
After quick showers and a change of clothes Alaya and Fiona go on their adventure in London. First a twenty minute walk to the British Museum for the exhibit. They do a bit of window shopping while walking towards Hatchards book-store, a stop for tea service and then back to Savile Row.
"I can't believe I left Hatchards without a single book."
The two walk with linked arms feeling the sun lowering in the horizon.
"Would you have time to read anything?"
"I miss that the most, the quiet time to read. Just you and I with a fire burning. I have to confess, I love you coolness."
"What?"
"Your body temperature, it is cool."
"Yes, please explain."
Fiona squeezed her wife's arm, "The house needs to be kept warm because of our Silurian blood dominated home. I depend on your body to regulate my temperature. Especially at night, I seek you out to cool my body."
Alaya smiles, "I seek you out when I am too cold."
"I am glad."
"Me too."
Later that evening, Fiona found out when she is aroused her scent is of a summer shower and freshly bloomed tulips.