Chapter 39

***Angelica***

I stayed with mom at the gallery all day. She also had to work a bit later than usual because of the new arrivals. We left the office about eight that night and were home within forty-five minutes.  We parked and got the stuff from in the car and went inside. I held the flowers and mom’s bag while she unlocked and opened the door. “If the flowers I bought had that effect on you, I wonder if she will remember? And if she does what her reaction would be? Think I should still give them her?”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

“Don’t be silly. She may not even remember and besides it’s not a bad thing if she remembers.”

“But when you remembered you got upset.” I said as we walked through the door.

“Upset about what?” Tina inquired as we entered.

“Oh nothing, some guy today.” Bette lied.

“Mom, I got these for you. You know for asking Gina over last weekend.”

“Sunflowers, these are beautiful. I haven’t seen them like this since, since.” She didn’t finish her sentence. She took a whiff, held them to her chest and went to the kitchen. Bette and I followed her every move trying to read her expression, her disposition. She got a vase, trimmed the stem of each flower and placed them one by one, meticulously and gingerly in the vase. A tear escaped her eyes, then another. Bette and I just looked at each other not sure of what to do.

I nodded to Bette to go to her. She complied and I went to my room giving them privacy.

***Bette***

I approached Tina and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind as she leaned against the counter. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get, I should apologise to Annie.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure she understands.” She turned so she was facing me. “I pretty much had the same reaction so I told her.”

She kissed me. One touch, one kiss from her takes my breath away. We kissed, fervently, sensually, longingly, tenderly. “Come here.” Was all she said. And I obeyed. She took my hand and I followed her to our room. She locked the door behind us. If she locked the door, there is no question where her mind and body is. She guided me to the bed, her kisses luring me to her, and like a lost puppy I followed with kisses of my own. She pushed me against the bed, still no other words said, her kisses doing all the talking. She removed my jacket, then my shirt. She kissed me again, tongues dancing, saliva mixing. She then took her top off revealing her beautiful *****. I took one nipple in my mouth, then the other. She raised my head to hers and continued kissing. Then she did it. That one thing that takes me over the edge. That one thing where she reassures me that she is all mine and no other’s, that she becomes wet for me and only me. She took my hand and placed it in her crotch, the core of her being, and I am overwhelmed with yearning, hunger for my T my one and only, my soul and my heart.

I pulled her to me and we collapsed on the bed, never separating, locked at the lips, my hand never leaving her centre. Our clothes made it to the floor and our bodies naked, mine against hers. We made sweet love. Tasting each other, savouring the taste that is our essence of our very existence. Loving each other as only she and I know how. And as we climaxed, our bodies shaking together, eyes locked to make four, like the first time we made love, like the last time we made love, like each time we’ve made love before this, this time was no different. A confirmation of our undying love for each other, a confirmation that I was born to love you and she was born to love me. A reassurance that we belong to each other till death and life beyond that.

We lay silently, her head on my chest. Her fingers circling my still erect nipple. “You know something?” I started.

“Mmmm?” Her voice dreamy.

“I think I’ll be getting you sunflowers more often.”