The clock read just past six when the call of nature pulled Rose from her slumber. Sleepy green eyes opened and focused on the woman sleeping beneath her. It took a few minutes to extricate herself from the human puzzle they had formed during the night. After a quick trip to the bathroom, Rose went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. She was pouring the steaming liquid into two mugs by the time Ronnie padded into the room. "Good morning. I thought you'd like some coffee."
"Mmm, yes thanks." The tall woman walked over and wrapped her arms around Rose from behind. "Good morning, hon." She pressed her lips to the top of the young woman's head. "I've got to pick up Mother in a couple of hours."
"Then you definitely need your coffee," Rose said, handing over the two coffee mugs. "And if you're going to kiss me good morning, do it right."
"Mmm, morning breath. No kisses until after I brush my teeth."
"I'll take my chances."
"Really?" An eyebrow raised slightly as she set the mugs down. Turning around, she took first one crutch, then the other and put them to the side before gathering Rose in her arms. "So you want a good morning kiss, hmm?" She lowered her head and poured all of her love into a series of soft kisses. Her lips nipped and coaxed until she felt the young woman's mouth open for her. Ronnie swallowed soft moans as her tongue explored the inside of Rose's mouth. Oh yeah, you like that, don't you? To her utter surprise she felt a very insistent tongue pushing into her own mouth. Now it was the executive's turn to moan. When they broke apart, both woman had to take a few seconds to get their breathing under control. "How's that?" she asked in a husky voice. "Does that meet with your approval for a morning kiss, hmm?"
"Verrry nice." Rose leaned up for another quick brushing of lips before reaching for her crutches. Kiss me like that every morning and I'll be happy forever. She reluctantly pulled back, her whole body screaming for more contact with the tall woman. "You'd better drink your coffee before it gets cold."
Ronnie looked at the clock. "I'd much rather spend the day with you, you know." A shrill beeping drew a frown from the executive. "I'll get it. With my luck it's probably Susan trying to duck out of dealing with Mother today." She picked up the phone. "Cartwright Residence...Yeah, good morning to you too, Sis. What's up?" Rose watched as dark eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. "Mm hmm, she's awake...no, we just got up and were having coffee." Now the eyebrows shot up and blue eyes locked with green. "Well...sure, that sounds fine to me. Let me ask her, hold on." Ronnie held the phone to her chest. "Susan wants to know if you'd like to go out for breakfast."
"Uh, sure." It would be the first time that she'd gone out of the house with the exception of doctor's appointments and the funeral. She watched as a beaming smile came over the tall woman's face.
"Sure, sounds good, Susan." They finalized arrangements while Rose sipped her coffee. By the time Ronnie hung up the phone, her own coffee had cooled enough to drink in four long gulps. "We should get going here. We're supposed to meet there in forty-five minutes. I'll run upstairs and get ready." She picked up Rose's now empty cup and set it with hers in the sink. "Do me a favor?"
"Anything," the young woman replied.
"Wear that rust colored shirt?" A shy smile came to Ronnie's lips. "I think you look really nice in it."
"I don't think any of the skirts go with it."
"The khaki pants do. I'm sure the leg is wide enough to get over the cast."
Rose smiled. When she had opened those clothes on Christmas she had thought then that they'd go well together. She also knew that Ronnie had a weakness for that particular shirt. "Sure, but it'll cost you."
"Cost me?" Puzzlement turned to amusement when she saw the calculating grin on the young woman's face.
"You have to wear that grey cotton shirt and those black jeans."
"The baggy ones or the tight ones?"
"The tight ones." Rose realized how it could be taken and blushed. "I just think they look good on you," she mumbled, looking away as her ears turned an even brighter shade of red.
"Uh huh," Ronnie smirked. "You're cute when you blush, you know."
"You've told me that before."
"It's still true." She walked over to the table and knelt down until she was eye level with the young woman. "Actually, the truth is you're beautiful anytime. With or without a blush." She leaned in and gave Rose a peck on the cheek. "Come on, I'm starving."
"Can I get you ladies something to drink to start off?" the waitress asked. The three women were sitting in a booth, Susan by herself on one side. Rose opened her mouth but before she could utter a sound, Ronnie spoke. "Coffees on this side and she'll have tea...lemon, no cream. We'll be ready to order when you return."
"I'll be right back with your drinks."
"Do you know what you want?" the executive asked without looking up from her menu. It took a gentle nudge under the table for Rose to figure out that the question was directed at her.
"Um..." Green eyes scanned the menu, noting with great alarm the prices that ran down the right hand side. Six-fifty for two eggs and toast? Two ninety-five for coffee? Her appetite shrank in direct proportion to the prices. "I don't think I'm really all that hungry. Maybe just a muffin and coffee."
"Oh no, Rose," Susan said. "You have got to try their eggs benedict. It's the best in Albany, I swear."
"No, I'll be fine with the muffin, I'm sure." She knew without looking that she was the recipient of a questioning gaze from Ronnie. Maybe she'll forget that my stomach grumbled earlier. The waitress returned with their drinks and when ready looked expectantly at Ronnie.
With a nod of her head, the dark haired woman indicated Rose. "She'll have two eggs, over medium with toast, corned beef hash and home fries. I'll have the same except I want bacon instead of the hash and my eggs should be over hard. Susan?"
"I'll have a Belgium waffle with strawberries and cream."
"All right, I'll have your food brought out to you shortly."
Rose looked at Ronnie dumbfounded. "I said I was fine with a muffin."
"Susan, would you excuse us for a moment please?"
"Sure, Ronnie. Actually I think I need to make a trip to the ladies room." She picked up her purse and left the table.
"Why did you do that?" There was no accusation in the young woman's tone, just curiosity.
"Why did you lie about not being hungry?" Ronnie countered. "Look at me. Tell me you only wanted a muffin and that the cost had nothing to do with it." Her right hand slipped under the table and began stroking Rose's left thigh. "I understand that you think about how much everything costs. I wish you didn't, but I know you do. I also know that I wasn't going to sit here and let you eat just a muffin for breakfast." A smaller hand gripped hers under the table and squeezed.
"Okay, thank you." Rose leaned closer. "Actually, the hash and eggs sounds wonderful."
"You'll love them, trust me."
A short time later Rose was wiping up her plate with the last bit of toast while the two sisters talked. The current topic was taxes and for someone that always used the easy form, it was a subject that she felt sorely out of place with. Ronnie and Susan, on the other hand, had jabbered on for the entire meal about exemptions and loopholes. Rose smiled and ate quietly, listening to the rich tones but not the words of her tall companion. She tuned Susan out completely and thus missed her name the first time it was mentioned. "I'm sorry, what?" Ronnie laughed.
"I think we're boring her, Susan." The executive laughed again when she saw the guilty blush cover the fair skin.
"I said Wendy needs whatever receipts you have for your taxes." Recognizing Rose's confused look at Ronnie, Susan explained. "Wendy is our accountant. She'll do your taxes for you but I think she's missing some paperwork. She only has your W-2 from Cartwright."
"Well, I have the one from Money Slasher. It doesn't take me long to fill out the form so I hadn't gotten around to it yet. Why would I have an income statement from Cartwright? Ronnie didn't decide to give me the job as her secretary until last week."
"Whoops," Ronnie said. "I can explain." She twisted in her seat so she could face Rose. The short bench and her long legs meant that her knee ended up resting atop the khaki covered thigh. "You remember when I had you sign all those forms so we could get you on the insurance? You went on the payroll then."
"You mean you didn't know you were getting paid each week?" Susan asked. The still-shocked Rose shook her head. "You signed a direct deposit authorization for the credit union. You filled out a W-4 for your exemptions."
"I don't remember what I signed. I was still in the hospital and with all the pain killers...."
"Ronnie, didn't you tell her what she was signing?"
Now it was the executive's turn to blush. "Well..." She looked at Rose. "When you were in the hospital, all I could think about was making sure you got the best care possible. "I know I told you that you were now an employee of Cartwright Corp."
"I didn't think you meant that I was actually getting paid." She discretely laid her hand on Ronnie's knee. "There must be hundreds of dollars in there."
"More like thousands," the executive corrected. "I don't pay my workers chump change like Money Slasher. I pay a living wage. That's why people with skill and talent don't leave us after a few years and join some other firm."
"Ronnie, I can't keep that money. I didn't earn it. Can't you just take it back or something?" That earned laughter from both Cartwrights. "What?"
"Rose dear, do you have any idea how much paperwork would be involved in doing something like that?" Susan chuckled again. "It's impossible."
"The money's yours, Rose," Ronnie added. "I'm sorry I didn't mention it before. I honestly don't think about little things like paychecks and you certainly haven't needed any money."
"It's okay. We can talk about it some other time." Rose put her coffee cup to her lips, mentally deciding which charities would get the money if she couldn't convince Ronnie to take it back.
"Speaking of later," the executive looked at her watch. "We'd better get going here."
"Wait." Susan laid her hand across the table, urging her sister to remain where she was. The redhead looked at Rose with such seriousness that it made the young woman's pulse quicken with nervousness. "I just wanted to say something to you before we leave." She licked her lips and cast a quick glance at her older sister before continuing. "Rose, I love my sister very much. With Tommy gone, well...it just helped make me realize that I was being selfish to her. I've never seen her happier than when she's with you."
"Susan, don't embarrass me," Ronnie warned playfully although the heat was rising to her ears.
"Oh you be quiet or I'll tell her about the time you took Dad's car for a joyride and got picked up by the police," the redhead warned. "Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, she's happy and that's what's important." She picked up the bill and glanced at it before passing it across the table to her sister. "Your turn. Six thirty-eight for the tip."
"Thanks, you know I hate figuring that out." Ronnie reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet, thumbing through the various plastic cards until she found the one she was looking for. A few minutes later the bill was paid and they were standing next to their vehicles, which were parked next to each other.
"I have to drop Rose off and then I'll meet you at Mother's," Ronnie said as she shut off the alarm and unlocked the passenger door.
"Okay, don't be too long." The redhead turned toward Rose. "It was nice of you to join us for breakfast."
"Thank you for inviting me," the young woman replied. "And thank you for what you said in there...about her deserving to be happy."
"Yeah yeah, everybody's happy," Ronnie said with a fake growl. "Except Mother who's going to have a fit if we don't get over there."
"I was being serious," Rose said, batting the tall woman's arm.
"So was I." She looked at her younger sister. "Susan, I do appreciate what you said in there...as well as last night."
"Think they'll say anything if two sisters hugged in public?"
"Do you really care if they did?" Ronnie countered. They embraced, then to Rose's surprise, Susan gave her a quick one-armed hug. They said their good-byes and were soon on the road.
After being dropped off at the house, Rose found herself with nothing to do. Ronnie was certain not to be back until mid-afternoon. She puttered about, wandering in and out of every room on the first floor. Then her eyes followed the stairs. Curiosity got the better of her and she positioned her crutches on the bottom stair.
Although she had been in Ronnie's bedroom before, this was the first time she really looked around. This is big enough for an entire apartment. A padded bench seat sat below an impressive bay window. An open door off to the side led to the private bathroom and the young woman made a mental note to check it out later. Rose saw that her friend had not one but two dressers as well as the incredible walk-in closet. A full length mirror trimmed in matching wood stood in one corner. The king-size bed was complimented by a headrest complete with lights and shelves as well as nightstands on either side. On the wall opposite the bed was a smaller version of the entertainment center downstairs. Rose opened the doors to reveal a twenty-seven inch television as well as Ronnie's video collection and VCR. Her eyes skimmed over familiar titles, looking for something interesting to watch. One row of tapes had no boxes or labels on the spines. She picked one up and looked at the title. Oh Ronnie, I didn't know you had these kind of tapes. She grinned and put it in the VCR. Well, this should be interesting. She positioned the pillows on the bed and sat down to watch her first adult movie.
To her surprise, there actually was a plot to the movie. Rose didn't pay attention to the title but figured out quickly that it was about two female lovers who are separated into separate cells by a mean warden. The first sex scene appeared quickly and green eyes widened at the sight of the two naked women kissing each other. It was the same slow, gentle kisses that she shared with Ronnie. Then their kisses changed, became more passionate and one woman began to moan as the other pinched her nipple. Suddenly Rose's dreams had another dimension added to them as she tried to imagine Ronnie making the same sound. "Mmm..." She watched the two women begin their acts of pleasure and each one she imagined doing with her companion. The arousal was immediate but more than that was another feeling, one far more important. The women on the screen made Rose realize that it was more than a physical act. Even though they were actresses playing a role, every touch was tender, almost loving. Between the moans and cries were repeated declarations of love for each other. That's why they call it making love, she realized for perhaps the first time. Now she understood what she was denying Ronnie...and what Ronnie was denying to herself by honoring her promise to her father. Rose shut the VCR off and stared at the blue screen for several long minutes while the final pieces of the puzzle fell into place.
"Did you try the spare ribs?" Ronnie asked, smacking her lips in satisfaction. "I tell you, there's nothing like good Chinese take-out."
"No, I haven't tried them yet," Rose replied quietly, her eyes never leaving her plate, the contents of which were being pushed around aimlessly by her fork.
"You should. The egg rolls are pretty good too. Not greasy at all."
"Um hmm." The broccoli and pork suffered more rearranging.
"Rose, is something wrong? You've been quiet ever since I arrived home."
"Ronnie, can I ask you something?"
"Anything, you know that."
"If you never made that promise to your father...if nothing was standing in your way...would you want..." The honey haired woman shook her head and looked up with fear and uncertainty in her eyes. "Would we be lovers?"
Ronnie stood up. "I think we're done eating. Let's go into the other room and talk. I'll take care of the dishes later."
"Yes, that would be better." Rose agreed, pushing herself up on her good foot. Yes, you and me curled up on the couch together... "Ronnie? Would it be all right if we just went into the bedroom? I mean, we can always watch television in there, right?"
The warning bells and whistles went off in Ronnie's head and she swallowed reflexively. "Uh...are you sure?" Considering the topic of discussion, she wasn't entirely certain that lying on the bed together was a wise idea.
"Yes." And with that word spoken aloud, Rose realized that yes, she really was sure...about everything.
"You want to change first?" Ronnie asked while turning down the covers.
"No, we're fine just the way we are." She leaned her crutches against the wall and patiently balanced herself on one foot. Once the bedcovers were ready, she slipped between them and rolled onto her side to face the woman who had captured her heart. Ronnie started to join her. "Wait." Rose reached over and turned on the lamp. "Would you shut off the light?" Soon the brightness was replaced by a warm, soft glow.
"So we're in bed and you wanted to talk," Ronnie offered when she was settled.
"So we are," she agreed. Leaning up on one elbow, she looked down at endless blue eyes. "Are you going to answer my question? If you didn't make that promise to your father, would we be lovers?"
"I thought you weren't sure..."
"Forget about that for a minute." She reached out and ran her fingertip lightly down the older woman's jawline. "If it were just you and me, nothing else." Ronnie was still wearing her grey shirt and with three buttons undone, the vision was entirely too tempting. Her fingertip moved down the chiseled jaw to the long throat and beyond, stopping only when it encountered the lacy edge of a bra. She did note with some pleasure that the older woman's breathing had increased.
"Rose, I love you. You know that." Ronnie reached out and cupped her cheek. "If there were no obstacles, if it really was just you and me, yes. I would be very honored to be your lover." She was rewarded with a quick kiss. The curious fingertips were driving her crazy but she couldn't find the strength to stop them.
"Ronnie..." The distracting digits slowly undid the next button on the grey shirt. "It's just you and me. There are no obstacles."
"Rose..." Her body responded immediately to her shirt being unbuttoned. Nipples hardened under the white bra and her whole body tingled with excitement. She opened her mouth to protest and found a warm, soft tongue pressing against hers. "Mmm." Under the gentle insistence, Ronnie relaxed and let the young woman take control. Rose felt the surrender and eased up the pressure of her lips. Her free hand traveled on its own volition, gliding under the cotton shirt and against warm skin. In a move that shocked both of them, the wandering hand closed over the soft lace cup and squeezed gently. "Mmm."
"You like that," Rose observed, giving the firm mound another squeeze and enjoying the immediate reaction. Leaving her hand where it was, she lowered her head until her lips were against her lover's ear. "Ronnie," she husked. "I love you and I want to make love with you." She accented her statement by suckling a willing earlobe, then working her way up to Ronnie's mouth. Being careful not to hit the older woman's shin, Rose slid her left leg between the longer ones.
"Rose..." She reached with every intention of stopping this before it went too far but instead of her body obeying her mind, her hand closed around Rose's, encouraging further exploration. Ronnie was on fire and she struggled to find a reason to resist. "W-we shouldn't."
"Why?" The honey haired woman pulled her hand out from under the cotton shirt and looked at her lover with all seriousness. "Tell me why we should keep denying this to ourselves?"
"I promised--" Fingers pressed against the full lips.
"No." There was a quiet anger in Rose's voice. "No Ronnie. You can promise many things but giving up your happiness forever is not one of them." She gently traced one defined black eyebrow. "You can't promise to give up my happiness, either." Green eyes fluttered down to study full lips before traveling back up to become lost in endless pools of blue. Ronnie didn't move, still struggling with her inner demons. Propped on her right elbow, Rose used her left hand to undo her blouse, gravity causing it to expose more and more flesh as each button was undone. She smiled at the intense look in Ronnie's eyes. Once the rust colored shirt was hanging loose, Rose took the larger hand in her own and brought it to the area covered by her beige silk. "No, don't fight it," she whispered when she felt Ronnie's resistance. She pressed her breast against the warm hand and groaned when she felt the tentative squeeze.
Rose's limited experience hadn't prepared her for the jolt that Ronnie's touch brought her. Another squeeze and now she was sure that she would simply die without her dark haired lover's touch. She felt herself being pushed back onto the bed and didn't resist. Dark tresses tickled her face and the tongue seeking entrance to her mouth was quite insistent. "Yessmphf." Nothing can feel better than this, she thought to herself wistfully as she returned the kiss with equal gusto.
"I love you," Ronnie breathed as the kiss finally ended. She was propped up on her elbow, her body half on top of the smaller woman. She felt Rose trying to tug the grey shirt out of the jeans. "Wait." Rolling up to her knees, she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. She undid the last button on her shirt and slowly pulled the tails out. It now hung loosely on her body, open enough to show a glimpse of her bra beneath. With a slowness that was torture to the young woman's nervous system, Ronnie slid the grey material off her shoulders, letting it pool on the bed behind her. "This too?" she asked, fingering the front catch of her bra.
"Please," Rose begged. Her lover smiled at the urgency in her voice. A quick twist and the cups fell apart. The bra landed on top of the shirt and for several seconds neither woman spoke. Rose's eyes were taking in the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen and she said so with the look on her face. "Kiss me again."
Oh yes, this is so much better, she thought to herself as her hands traveled over the bare skin of Ronnie's back. She was acutely aware of the places where her shirt was open and their skin touched. They shared a series of lazy kisses until she felt a restless hand trying to push her shirt off. "Yes," she agreed, trying to take it off while still lying on her back.
"Please...let me." Rose nodded and let herself be pulled into a sitting position. Her shirt found itself tossed against the leather chair in Ronnie's quest to get it out of her way. The beige bra ended up on the floor. She lowered herself back to the bed but her lover remained where she was. Hearts pounded and bodies pulsed as they stared at each other's breasts openly. Where her own areola was a light pink, Ronnie's was darker, almost brown. She looked down and was surprised to see her nipples standing out like little erasers, the skin around still soft but starting to pucker. Even the coldest day doesn't make them stand up like that, she mused as she looked back to see her lover's nipples beginning to do the same thing.
"You...are...beautiful," Ronnie husked. She lowered herself down and slowly, far too slowly bare skin touched bare skin. Both groaned softly and smiled in recognition of the mutual pleasure. Long fingers sank into golden hair while smaller ones wrapped around a muscled back. Their mouths played a game of give and take, tongues dancing back and forth as they floated in each other's love.
Rose gasped when Ronnie's lips moved down to her throat. "Oh...oh yes, that's nice." Her hands came up and clasped the older woman's head. She felt the lips part and the soft tongue lick her skin. "Yes, Ronnie...mmm, that feels so good."
"Yesss." The older woman's body was pressing against hers, betraying the rising passion. Rose let her right hand drift down Ronnie's back until she reached the waistband of the black jeans. Since they were still undone, there was plenty of room for her to slip inside. As she gripped the firm cheek, her lover whimpered against her skin and began sucking her neck in earnest. "Rose..."
"Yes Ronnie...that feels so good." She squeezed harder and was rewarded with renewed squirming on the older woman's part.
"You're going to drive me crazy, you know that?" Ronnie said breathlessly as she reclaimed Rose's lips for her own. Nostrils flared with ragged breaths as they kissed passionately. "I can't concentrate when you do that," Ronnie admitted as she shifted her ass away from the distracting caresses. She nudged the smaller legs apart with one of her own, settling so her lips were even with the young woman's breasts. Long black hair formed a soft canopy that tickled as it moved over the fair skin.
"But..." Whatever Rose was going to say was lost when she felt a kiss on the underside of her breast. "Ooooh." Ronnie answered with a muffled moan of her own and continued to lick and nibble the soft flesh. "Feels so good..." Oh, this is heaven. Nothing can feel better than this. She felt warm breath on her nipple an instant before a wet tongue rolled over it. "Oh, Ronnie, yesss...."
Fumbling attempts with teenage boys never prepared Rose for the sensation of being lovingly suckled. The pulling sensation was answered with a pulsing deep between her legs and her hips moved of their own volition. Her hands were buried deep in the dark hair and Rose was torn between holding Ronnie where she was or begging her to give the other one the same attention. Before she could decide, the loving tongue and lips released their treasure. "Oh, don't stop..."
The raven haired woman chuckled and pressed her thigh against Rose's center. "I'm not stopping." Using her arms on either side of the young woman's body to brace herself, she leaned down for a kiss. "I love you, Rose."
"I love you." As their mouths continued to give and take, small hands worked their way between warm bodies and cupped two willing mounds of flesh. Ronnie's moan vibrated through their lips and Rose answered with one of her own. Her fingers became more focused, moving in smaller circles until they were stroking the hardened tips.
"Oh honey," Ronnie gasped. "Y-you can't...unggh...do that." She rocked back out of reach and shook her head. "I told you I can't concentrate when you do that."
"It feels so nice." Rose reached out only to have her hands stopped by larger, more powerful ones.
"Yes it does," the older woman agreed. She kissed each knuckle, then the palms before releasing the small hands.
"I want..." How do I say this without sounding crude? "I want..." She wrapped her arms around Ronnie's torso and pulled herself up, ducking her head in time to bring her mouth to its goal.
"Oh God, Rose!" Strong hands held her in place and the young woman happily ran her tongue over the darkened areola.
"Oh that's nice," she purred, licking the puckered skin again. Strong but gentle hands pushed her back onto the bed. Ronnie quickly covered her and began planting a series of kisses down her neck.
"Let...me...show...you...how nice...my rose."
"Oooh...." Rose couldn't stop moaning. Ronnie's mouth and hands were in constant motion on her breasts. Her hands clasped and unclasped the dark hair and her hips were in constant motion against the older woman's torso. "Ronnieeee..." She looked down to see the mouth loving her breast. "You feel...oh, so nice...do that...." Her breathing quickened and her hips pressed up hard against Ronnie's torso. Her tall lover answered with a downward thrust against her thigh, making both acutely aware of their own wetness. "Please...I need..." She tried to reach between their bodies for the button to her pants.
"Yesss..." Ronnie took over the task, releasing the breast she was suckling and rising up to give herself room. Long fingers made quick work of the button and zipper but instead of removing them, the raven haired woman settled back down, laying sideways over Rose to allow her right hand to slip between khakis and white cotton panties.
"Oh yes, YES!" Rose cried as two fingers pressed against her most sensitive area. She cupped Ronnie's face and pulled her up for a heated kiss. Her rocking hips caused slack in the material, giving more room for mischievous digits to explore. They peeked under the elastic then retreated, alternating soft brushes with firm rubs. Rose was rising fast, faster than she had ever known and it scared her. She buried her head in the dark hair and clung tightly. "Ronnie..." The fingers changed direction, rubbing the cotton in a circular motion against her clit. Rose whimpered and jerked her hips frantically. "I can't...oh Ronnie...please...I..."
"Shh...I've got you..."
"Ronnie...oooh..." Her hands clutched desperately at her lover's shoulders. "Please...harder...OH...yes Ronnie, yesss..." Warm breath caressed her ear.
"Rose, I love you."
"Yesss." A deep pounding started deep within and gained momentum as it spread outward.
"My precious Rose...yes, you're close, I can feel it." The pressure and rhythm increased.
"Yes...harder...ooh...." Teeth clenched, Rose teetered on the edge for an agonizing length of time. Then one long finger snaked under the soaked panties and slipped between her swollen folds. Once, twice, three times across her clit and the world exploded. "Ronneeeee....ah." Rose cried out as the orgasm crashed over her, robbing all reason and sense. A husky voice murmured words that she didn't understand into her ear and she was vaguely aware of being rocked gently but reality was a plane far far away from her at that moment. She felt her body go limp and trusted the strong arms around it to protect her as she drifted off in the afterglow.
Long minutes later Rose found the strength to raise her head and look into loving eyes of blue. "I love you."
"Mmm, I love you too," Ronnie said, sealing her words with a kiss.
"Do you want me to move?"
"No, stay here, I want to hold you."
"Sounds good," Rose murmured, nuzzling deeper into her lover's embrace. "I could just stay like this forever."
"Sure, as long as you want." Ronnie was deliriously happy and content to spend the rest of the evening cuddling despite not having found her own release yet. All that mattered to her was the gentle woman in her arms. Minutes ticked by before the reddish-blonde head lifted again. "You okay?"
"Terrific," the honey haired woman replied, kissing the bare flesh near her lips. "You are wonderful."
"I aim to please."
"Mmm, good aim," Rose quipped.
"Did I tell you that I love you?"
"Once or twice, tell me again." She flashed a brilliant smile that Ronnie felt the need to reward with a series of kisses.
"I...love...you...with...all...my...heart." Unable to resist, she deepened the kiss, rolling them over so she was on top. But when she began to kiss a line down the smaller woman's throat, the executive found herself stopped by insistent hands. She lifted up and the hands moved to claim her breasts. Understanding the unspoken request, Ronnie locked her elbows to hold herself above her lover's body. She had forgotten how sensitive her nipples were until she felt Rose's palms rub across them. She moaned and arched into the touch. "Oh yes...that's nice."
"You like this," the young woman observed.
"Very..." The hands moved and Ronnie now found her nipples being brushed by inquisitive thumbs. "Very much." She felt Rose's forefingers join and begin squeezing in a pumping motion. "Oh yes, that's sooo nice..." She tried to watch but it felt too good and her eyes refused to stay open. "Yes Rose, that's it...nice and gentle...mmm."
"Ronnie..." The small hands left her breasts and gently urged her forward. Taking the hint when she saw the pink tongue dart out and wet lips in anticipation, she straddled Rose's body and leaned forward until her breasts were swaying just above the waiting mouth. This time she forced herself to watch. Her eyes moved from golden hair and fair skin to russet eyebrows framing green eyes. The path continued, past the soft cheekbones and upturned nose to the soft lips and loving tongue providing relief to her aching nipple. As if what her eyes were showing her wasn't enough, Ronnie's ears were treated to the pleasure of constant mmm's from Rose and hands which had been casually touching her body now slipped under the waistband of her jeans.
"Let me...ooh...take them off. I need to take them off." She regretted her request when she felt the warm mouth leave her sensitive flesh.
"Yes," Rose agreed, trying to push the black material down.
"I'll get it." Rolling off her lover, Ronnie quickly shucked her jeans and panties. Before she could return to her previous position, she found herself pinned down by her small but insistent lover. Soft lips and an even softer tongue reclaimed her breast while a khaki covered thigh slipped between her legs. The coarse material rubbed against an already swollen clit and Ronnie cried out at the contact.
"Did I hurt you?" Rose asked, her eyes fearful.
"No." She reached out and stroked the young woman's cheek, gently urging her to resume her task. "No honey, you didn't hurt me. Please...just keep doing..." Ronnie sighed as the warm tongue caressed her breast again. "...what you're doing." She felt something hard scratch her skin just above her calf and, remembering an incident earlier in the week, spread her legs to give plenty of room between her lover's cast and her still-healing shin. The shift caused her thigh to press up between Rose's legs. The mmm's were interrupted by what Ronnie considered to be a very cute squeak and she repeated the motion, earning a deep groan and a return thrust from the honey haired woman. What's good for the goose... Her long fingers easily slid under the khakis and panties to grip soft round flesh.
"Oh, Ronnie..."
"Take these off, Rose." Her fingers crept lower until they brushed over wet curls. "Let me touch you." An emphatic nod was all she needed to roll them over. As she worked the material over the cast, a flicker of guilt tried to slip in but love quickly shut it out. Her eyes traveled upward, her pulse quickening at the wet spot visible in the crotch of Rose's panties. Reddish curls peeked out, teasing with a hint of what was hidden. Wresting away from the temptation, Ronnie gazed upon the firm abdomen, perfect breasts, the look of desire and passion on her beloved's face. "You are so beautiful," she whispered reverently. Hooking her fingers under the waistband, the dark haired woman removed the last barrier before gathering Rose up in her arms.
For long minutes they cuddled together, exchanging kisses and gentle touches while becoming used to both touching and being touched. It was Ronnie who took the first step, moving her hand down running her fingers through reddish tufts. "You like that?" she murmured, her lips a hairsbreadth away from Rose's ear.
"Mmm, that's nice." She tried to do the same but sitting on her lover's lap made that feat impossible. "I want to touch you too."
"I'd like that," Ronnie admitted, shifting them until they were lying side by side. She had to scoot up slightly to accommodate Rose's shorter reach but soon fingers were playing in both light and dark curls. "You're soft, like a kitten," the older woman remarked. Her middle finger moved lower, wetting itself on slick folds. Bringing it up to her mouth, Ronnie licked the sweet essence. "Mmm....oh!" She was taken by surprise when Rose's finger not only touched her nether lips but dipped between them, brushing against her clitoris. Her hand shot down and gripped the small wrist. "Please..." Using her longer fingers to guide, she took two of Rose's fingers and pressed them against her center. "Ah...oh yes." Ronnie raised her knee and opened herself up to her lover. "Rose, please..." She pressed the smaller fingers against her in a circular motion. She felt the slickness on her inner thighs and dimly noted that her own self-pleasuring never produced such a copious amount of fluid.
"I've got it," Rose said, leaning over and gently nudging the taller woman onto her back. With her head resting on Ronnie's breast, she noted the different textures under her fingertips. Soft and hard, wrinkled and smooth...and there was more just beyond the limits of her reach. A dark cavern that beckoned her to come explore its depths. "Ronnie...do you want me to...go inside?" The last words were spoken hesitantly, uncertain what her lover's limits were. The answering groan and hip rise spoke louder than words. Using her stomach as a pivot, Rose turned herself so her head was resting on Ronnie's stomach, giving her left hand plenty of room to move. Her feet dangled off the side of the bed but that was fine with her because it meant not trying to figure out an angle that was comfortable with a twenty pound cast on her leg. Slowly, hesitantly, Rose pushed one finger in. She was amazed at the feeling of hot wet muscle surrounding her finger. Ronnie's reaction was immediate, crying out and rising her hips off the bed.
"Yes Rose, more...please Rose...yessss." She put two in, then a third. The transformation was amazing. The head of a major corporation was incapable of forming a complete sentence. Her name became a mantra on Ronnie's lips, combined with words such as harder, faster, deeper, and the occasional oh fuck just to round it out. The webbing between her ring and pinky fingers burned as she tried to fulfill her lover's request. Ronnie bucked beneath her but she refused to let go of her prize. The feel of inner muscles squeezing her fingers excited Rose and there was no doubt in her mind that her lover's voice was a good two octaves higher than normal. The metal bed frame squeaked with each thrust and Ronnie's cries became more urgent. "Rose.."
"I'm right here." She turned her head and kissed the soft skin.
"I...Rose..." The tall woman's thighs began trembling.
"Yes, Ronnie, yes." She felt the muscles surrounding her fingers tightening and began pumping as hard and fast as she could. Suddenly she was caught in a grip too powerful to break as her lover's hips arched off the bed. "Yes...I love you, Ronnie."
"I..." Dark bangs stuck to the sweat soaked forehead and every word was torn from gritted teeth. "Love...you...oh Rose...Rose, I, I...ohhh."
"Yes Ronnie...yes." They rode it out together, Rose buried deep inside her lover. Only when the last spasm passed did she remove her fingers and snuggle up in Ronnie's arms.
"That's a pretty big smile you have your face," Ronnie said when speech returned.
"I'm happy."
"Mmm." She kissed Rose's forehead. "I'm glad to hear it."
"Can I ask you something?"
"How many times do I have to answer that question?"
"Sorry." She kissed Ronnie's lips in apology...and for the sheer pleasure of it. Cuddling up as close as she could, Rose rested her head on the broad shoulder. "Was it...what you expected?" Did I really please you?
"It was everything I wanted and more." Using her forefinger and thumb, she raised green eyes to meet hers. "How about you? This is your first time. How are you doing with this?"
Rose brought their lips together. "I feel very...very loved." She put her head back on Ronnie's shoulder. "Mmm, nice."
"Just nice?"
"More than nice." The young woman turned on her stomach and rested her head on her lover's abdomen. "I think I'll make this my new pillow." With the warmth of Ronnie against her she let her eyes close. "Mmm, you can keep that up."
"With pleasure." Shifting her arm to a more comfortable position, she began running her hand up and down the length of Rose's back. "Like this?"
"Mm hmm."
Some moments in life are just simply perfect. For the new lovers, this was one of them. Relaxed...sated...simply enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. Ronnie's hand played over her lover's back, alternating between lazy figure eights and long sweeping passes from shoulders to hips. Rose returned the loving touch with one of her own, letting her fingers glide over the supple thigh. The tender caresses were nice but arms could stay empty for only so long before the need grew too great. "Come here," Ronnie whispered, holding her arms out. Soon they were cuddled together, sharing soft kisses and gentle words of love. Eventually the lamp was shut off and sleep never claimed two happier women.
Sleepy blue eyes opened to a curtain of gold. Ronnie smiled, enjoying the feel of the golden hair upon her face. She stretched in place, reveling in the feel of skin against skin. It was a wonderful feeling and one she had no wish to end soon. She glanced at the clock and groaned. She was torn between studying the sleeping woman or waking her up before Maria arrived. I have the rest of our lives to watch you sleep. "Rose...honey, time to wake up." A gentle shoulder shake...nothing. "Rose...Rose..." The sleeping lump groaned and burrowed under the covers. "No no no," Ronnie chuckled. Hooking her fingers on the edge of the blanket, she pulled it away to expose their naked bodies to the cool morning air. Rose's hand automatically reached out for the missing warmth only to be caught by Ronnie's larger one. "Good morning." She pulled the hand up to her lips and began kissing each knuckle. "I...love...you...Rose."
"Mmm, love you too," the young woman replied, turning bleary green eyes up to look at her dark haired lover. "How about we sleep in today, hmm?"
"I'd love to but Maria's going to be here soon." She ran her finger down the length of Rose's cheek. "I didn't wake up in time to call and tell her not to come," she apologized.
"It's okay. You didn't know that we would..." She blushed. "You know..."
"Make love?" Ronnie offered, rolling them over until she was lying on top of her golden haired lover. Her hair hung down, bushing against Rose's cheek. Unable to resist, she lowered her lips for a kiss. "I love you." She reluctantly pulled back. "But right now I have to pee...bad."
"Better make it quick 'cause I'll be right behind you," the young woman said, reaching out for her crutches.
When Rose returned from the bathroom she discovered Ronnie half dressed. Feeling a bit awkward with her own nakedness, she crossed over to her dresser and began pulling out clothes to wear. She sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for her panties. The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back with six feet of raw woman lying on top of her. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" Ronnie husked, blue eyes darkened with emotion. Lips lowered and were met halfway by an equally eager pair. Soft moans of pleasure filled the air as the kiss deepened and tongues danced together. Rose's hands were happily playing across the broad expanse of back and had just slipped down to cup Ronnie's ass through her clothes when they heard the sound of Maria's car pull into the driveway. New lovers being what they were, the kiss didn't end until they heard the sound of the car door shutting. "I suppose we have to stop." The executive's tone made it clear that stopping was not what she truly wished to do.
"If we must," Rose replied, leaning up for one more quick kiss before her tall lover stood up.
"Unless you want to give Maria an eyeful." Ronnie pulled a grey cotton T-shirt over her head and tucked it into the waistband of her sweats. "I'll go keep her company while you get dressed." Unable to resist, she stole one more sweet kiss before leaving the room.
"Good morning, Ronnie," the housekeeper said as she stepped inside and closed the sliding glass door. "Oh, it's cold out there this morning. I thought we'd seen the last of the snow this season."
"Oh, there'll probably be one more good storm to annoy us before spring arrives," the executive said, taking the daily paper from Maria's hands. At that moment Tabitha ambled into the kitchen, looking for her morning meal. "Mrrow? Mrrow?"
"And where do you think you're going?" Ronnie asked as she scooped the feline up in her arms. "Hmm? What's that? You want sliced turkey for breakfast, did you say?" The answering purr and finger lick caused both women to laugh.
"That cat is so spoiled," Maria said as she headed for the laundry room to hang her coat up. "I know both of you slip pieces of meat under the table for her when you're eating. That's why it's so hard to keep her out of the kitchen."
"Oh, it has nothing to do with the scraps you 'accidentally' drop on the floor while you're cooking, right?"
"Good morning," Rose said as she entered the room. "Oh Maria, I hope you're planning on making a hearty breakfast because I'm simply starving this morning. Morning, Tabitha." She stood directly in front of Ronnie and began stroking her cat, although her eyes never left the smile on her lover's face. "I hope you slept well," she whispered.
"The best. How about you?" The executive's voice carried the same soft tone that had soothed Rose after their lovemaking and she reacted to it without thought, pressing her head against the taller woman's chest, drawing a startled squawk from Tabitha.
"Wonderful." She pulled back and petted the cat, turning the purr motor back on. "Wonderful and hungry."
"I'll have breakfast ready in about twenty minutes," Maria said without looking up from the eggs she was whisking. When she turned her back to begin making coffee, Ronnie took advantage to lean down and give Rose a gentle kiss. Tired of being squished between the lovers, Tabitha wormed her way free and padded out to the living room. With the coffee now brewing, Maria turned to ask Ronnie a question but found herself speechless at the sight of the two women kissing. She looked away and resumed her cooking. After taking their seats, the executive pulled out the business section of the paper to read while Rose took the local.
When the coffee was ready, Maria filled two mugs and brought them to the table. "Here you go, Rose," she said sweetly.
"Thank you."
"Ronnie." She set a yellow mug down in front of the raven haired woman. A sable eyebrow raised at the unfamiliar cup but before she could comment, Maria had already returned to the island to turn the eggs over. She exchanged a quizzical look with her Rose before shrugging and returning to the stock market report.
A short while later Maria returned to the table with two plates. Ronnie's plate contained a small cheese omelet and toast while Rose's was laden down with a stuffed omelet, a slice of fresh melon, and toast with grape jelly.
"Thank you, Maria. You know exactly how I like it." The young woman beamed, earning a smile from the housekeeper.
"Yes I do. Now if you ladies will excuse me I do have to get going on the laundry." She took an empty basket from the laundry room and went to collect the dirty clothes. The lovers returned to their breakfast before a thought went through Rose's mind. "Ronnie, she's gonna see the clothes tossed all over the room." Her face began to color with embarrassment.
"I hope she checks under the bed. I think that's where your underwear ended up."
"Ronnie!" She swatted the muscled arm. "It's not funny."
"I know it's not," the executive apologized. "Come here." She moved her chair slightly and pulled Rose against her. "Honey, she's going to find out sooner or later."
"Think she'll be okay with it?"
"Of course. I've known Maria since I was a little kid. She knows how much you mean to me. I'm sure she'll be happy," Ronnie said confidently.
But the housekeeper was anything but happy. She returned with a basket full of dirty laundry just as the women were finishing their meal. "Ronnie, I need to speak with you," she said testily before going into the laundry room. The washer lid opened then closed with a bang. The dryer suffered the same abuse. "What's going on?" Rose asked worriedly.
"I don't know but I'll go find out." Ronnie threw her napkin down and entered the laundry room, shutting the door behind her.
"What's going on, Maria?"
"You know it would be a lot easier for me if I didn't have to look all over the place for your clothes." She kept her back to her employer, seemingly matching up clean socks.
"You wanted to talk to me about leaving my clothes on the floor? I've left them lying around before and you never got this upset." She stepped closer. "You were upset before breakfast. That mug isn't dirty, you gave me that ugly yellow thing on purpose. Why?"
"I'm not a fool, Veronica. I have eyes." Wrinkled hands held sweat socks in a death grip. "How could you do this?"
"I assume this has nothing to do with clothes. You're talking about Rose and me." The housekeeper didn't respond, merely continuing to torture the socks. "What's the problem, Maria? It's okay to be a lesbian as long as I don't act like one?" Her jaw tensed in anger. "Rose has been living here for over three months. You had to know that we were sleeping together."
"Sleeping, Ronnie, sleeping." Maria jerked the sheets out of the basket and stuffed them into the washer. "You certainly weren't 'sleeping' with Rose last night." She haphazardly tossed some detergent in and slammed the lid shut. "It's wrong, Veronica. Just plain wrong what you're doing to her."
"Why is it wrong to love her? Why is today any different than yesterday? Help me understand why you're so upset because right now I don't understand!" Ronnie slammed her hand on the dryer, the noise reverberating through the small room. "She isn't like Christine, Maria. This is Rose we're talking about."
"I know she's not like Christine, Ronnie. I never said she was. Rose is a sweet, kind, gentle woman who deserves all the best that life can give." She huffed over to the counter and began sorting the clean clothes. "And this isn't about what sex you choose to sleep with. I just don't want to see her get hurt."
"Hurt?" She put her hands on the housekeeper's shoulders and turned the older woman to face her. "Maria, I love Rose. I would never hurt her."
"You don't think keeping the truth from her is going to hurt her?"
"And just what truth am I keeping from her?"
"I know about the accident...I saw the Porsche before Hans fixed it."
Ronnie leaned against the dryer, hoping her legs would keep her upright. "Oh God," she whispered. She looked at her lifelong friend and housekeeper with panicked blue eyes. "Maria, you can't say anything. You can't tell her."
"Tell her?" The older woman ran her fingers through her short salt and pepper hair. "No Ronnie, I won't tell her. I know my position well." She turned back to the pile of clothes. "Besides, it's not my place to say anything, it's yours." She paused for a moment. "Or are you going to just let her continue thinking you're her knight in shining armor?"
"I...I can't tell her. I can't lose her, Maria. I can't." Her voice hitched and she had to look away. "I would give up everything to be with her but I can't do that."
"Better she should go on believing that some drunk hit her and you came to her rescue than to admit that you were responsible." She paused, debating whether she really wanted to ask the next question or not. "Were you drunk?" At the lack of response, she turned, reading her answer in the tall woman's face. "Dear God, Veronica...you were."
Long dark hair formed a curtain as Ronnie lowered her head and nodded ashamedly. "It was snowing...I...I never saw her until it was too late." She took several breaths before speaking again. "I would give anything to change what happened that night." She looked up, blue eyes shining. "But I can't. Please, you can't say anything to her."
"I won't tell her, Ronnie. I'm not going to be the one to ruin that child's happiness, even if it is a lie. She's had too many ugly truths already."
"I love her, Maria. I love her more than I've loved anyone in my life and I can't lose her." She stood next to the older woman and leaned her elbows on the pile of fresh linens. "If I can..." she stared at the wall, "...I'll spend the rest of my life making her happy. Give me that chance."
"The longer you keep the truth from her the worse it's going to be when she does find out. You owe her the truth, Ronnie."
"I know," she acknowledged. "But I can't. Not yet."
"You go see to her. I have things here I need to do." At Ronnie's questioning look, she said "Go on, I'll be fine once I'm done in here. I just need a few minutes."
"What was that all about?" Rose asked when Ronnie exited the room, shutting the door behind her.
"She's just having a bad day, that's all. I think Tommy's death still has her upset."
"Are you sure it's nothing I've done?"
"I'm sure it's nothing you've done, hon." She leaned over and gave Rose a quick kiss on the head. "Come on, I'm sure there's a few Judge Judy tapes lying around that I haven't seen yet." She lowered her lips until they were level with a shapely ear. "I'd love to cuddle up on the couch with you."
"I thought you didn't want to give Maria a show?" Rose queried.
"What?" She put her hand to her chest as if to say 'who me?' "You don't think I can keep my hands to myself?"
"No." The honey haired woman smiled and, balancing on one foot, set the crutches aside and wrapped her arms around Ronnie's waist. "I'm not sure I can keep my hands to myself." She reached down and grabbed a handful of soft rear. "See what I mean?"
"Have I turned you into a sex addict overnight?"
"No, of course not." Rose blushed and leaned her head against Ronnie's chest. "I just enjoy touching you so much. I know you like it too."
"Very much so."
"You know..." Green eyes looked up and became helplessly lost in blue. "I don't care what we watch as long as I can be in your arms." Lips brushed together just as Maria came out of the laundry room. There was no mistaking the love passing between the two women. It mollified the housekeeper somewhat and she was able to put a smile on her face when Rose turned to look at her. "Maria, I'm sorry about the clothes, I'll make sure to put them in the hamper from now on," she said, thinking that the messy clothes were the reason the housekeeper was so upset.
"I'm sorry, Rose. I didn't mean to snap like that. I don't know what's come over me. Why don't you sit down and let me get you some more coffee?" She picked up the empty cups and bustled past them. "Veronica, you shouldn't let her stand like that for so long." The executive immediately complied, helping Rose into her chair. "I think I just got yelled at," she whispered into the young woman's ear.
"I think you did too," came the like reply. "You'd better sit down."
"Good idea." A quick peck to the cheek and Ronnie took her seat. Maria returned with the coffees and smiled pleasantly at Rose, dispelling the young woman's worries. "Here you go, dear."
"Thank you."
"Well, I think we'll take these out to the living room and leave Maria alone," Ronnie said as she rose to her feet. "Rose do you know which tape has those two roommates arguing over the two thousand dollar phone bill?"
"Yeah, I think I do. You didn't see that one yet?"
"No."
"Then you missed a good one, Ronnie," the housekeeper chimed in. "Those two fools showed up dressed like they were going to one of those punk rock concerts with their piercing and green hair."
"Oh yes, that was awful, wasn't it?" Rose agreed. "And the blonde one with that thing on her tongue...ewww." The young woman shuddered at the thought. "I can understand piercing ears but tongues and eyebrows?"
"And their mothers let them appear on national television like that." Maria tsked, following them out to the living room. "And I thought some of the outfits on Jerry Springer were bad."
"You should have heard the way Judge Judy yelled at them," Rose added. "I think it's on the tape marked Tuesday." She settled onto the couch while Maria pushed the recliner into a better position to view the television and settled into it. Ronnie put the tape in and turned to take her lover up on the offer of cuddling all day when she saw the housekeeper sitting there. Noting Rose's position on one end of the couch, she did likewise, lowering the snack tray down between them to put the coffee cups on. The opening credits started and Ronnie tucked her feet up under herself, leaning her elbow against the arm of the couch. As the litigants each explained why they weren't responsible for the bill, blue eyes looked over at Maria. The older woman was focused on the case and didn't notice when one long leg straightened out until the toes pressed against Rose's hip. The move earned her a quizzical look from the young woman but Ronnie merely wiggled one sable eyebrow and turned her head back toward the television. Using her skills as an executive not to smirk, Ronnie continued to run her toes over the side of Rose's thigh and hip. Apparently she became too frisky because the young woman's hand clamped down on the wandering foot and held it still. Ronnie almost pulled back but then felt the gentle touch of Rose's thumb stroking back and forth against the ball of her foot. She made no move to protest when she felt her sock being pulled slowly off. As the best magistrate since Judge Wapner continued to berate the litigants, Ronnie found herself receiving one of the best foot massages Rose had ever given her. The case ended and another one began. Curious, Ronnie pulled her right leg back and stretched out her left, pleased when she felt delicate hands remove that sock as well. She rolled onto her back, using the arm of the leather couch as a pillow. Soon that foot was receiving the same loving touch and Ronnie decided she could care less who won and lost on the television show. Closing her eyes, she focused on Rose's fingers against her skin and the relaxed feeling they were creating. The minutes ticked by as that episode ended and another one began. Maria stood up and spoke, breaking Ronnie's trance. "I have to get back to work here. Rose, you're going to spoil her if you keep that up."
"Hey, don't give away all my secrets," the executive lazily protested.
"That's okay, Maria. I'll just remind her of this the next time I want my feet rubbed." She patted the feet resting on her lap. "But right now I need to visit the little girl's room."
"But I'm comfy," Ronnie said, wiggling her toes.
"You won't be comfy if there's suddenly a large wet spot right here."
"Fine, I need another cup of coffee anyway." The executive sat up and handed Rose the crutches, taking a kiss as payment. "Mmm, when you come back we'll put the snack tray up and cuddle, how's that sound?" Ronnie decided to show off some of the benefits of being close by nibbling the soft skin of her lover's neck. "Hmm? You, me, a soft leather couch."
"Behave, Maria's still here, you know." She allowed one more kiss before moving away. "Can you get me some more too, please?"
"Sure, hon."
Ronnie was just returning to the living room when she heard Rose call out for her. Setting the cups down on the coffee table, she entered the room to see what her lover needed. "I'm right here, Rose. What do you need?"
"Could you bring me a pair of undies?" the clearly embarrassed voice on the other side of the door asked.
"Why? What's...oh." Damn. "Okay, wait right there. I'll get it." Ronnie tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice as she walked over to the dresser. Of all the times for her to get her period, she mused, pulling out a pair of sensible white cotton briefs from the drawer. She entered the bathroom to find a clearly embarrassed Rose sitting on the toilet, the soiled panties already rinsed out and waiting to go into the wash.
"Of all the times to be a woman," Rose said as she took the clean pair. She did her best to smile. "I guess the timing's lousy, huh?"
"It happens," Ronnie replied. "Here, give me those. I'll get Maria to wash them right away. How's the pants?"
"I don't think I got them." A quick check confirmed her statement. "I'll be out in a few minutes."
"Take your time." Ronnie leaned down and kissed her lover's forehead. "Don't worry about it, Rose. It's what...four, five days tops? We'll survive."
"Four or five days." The young woman repeated the words as if they were a death sentence. Her eyes flickered at her lover and an idea formed in her mind. "You know, just because I have it doesn't mean-"
"Yes it does. I want it to be mutual," Ronnie said firmly, despite what her body was telling her.
"But..."
"No buts. We can wait until then." Seeing the look on Rose's face, she knelt down and hooked the small chin with her fingers. "Hey, look at me. I've waited years for you. A few more days isn't going to kill me." She let her finger travel down the delicate throat and to the vee formed by Rose's shirt. "I love you." She stood up and retrieved the soiled garment. "I'll run this out to Maria so it can be washed right away while you finish up in here."
Accidental Love Ó 1998 B L Miller. Do not distribute or copy without permission of the author except for personal use.