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What Matters C.37 – Fairytale
What Matters – Chapter 36 – Is it the end?
Long after the last tremors of tears subsided, Carmen pulled on Shane’s cotton shirt and wiped her eyes and nose with it. She sniffled a little more before pulling away slightly.
Reluctantly, knowing that Carmen would not walk away, Shane let go of her death grip and allowed Carmen to shift in her embrace. Carmen looked up into the musky green eyes, redden with tears and asked, “What now?”
Shane pretended to ponder the question, and finally said the cleverest thing that came to her mind, “Now we kiss and make out—Up! Make up.” She could have shot herself for that obvious slip of tongue, which she was so sure Carmen would take it the wrong way.
“Fresh, McCutheon.” Carmen grinned, “Don’t think you’re forgiven that easy. Because you are not. I’m still pissed at you.”
Shane’s only answer was to lean in again and draw Carmen back into her embrace. Holding on to what she hoped was eternity. She laid her head onto the side of Carmen’s baseball cap, and sighed.
Carmen sighed too. What’s done cannot be undone. She had chosen to stay in her lovers arms, and by staying in this strong pair of arms, she had decided that come thick or thin, good or bad, she was never letting go again. She smiled securely into Shane’s shirt. Maybe there will be a happily ever after… Her thoughts were cut short when she heard her girlfriend say, “Carm?”
“Yes?” She replied dreamily, still caught up in her happily ever after.
“I really want to kiss you.”
Yes, definitely a fairytale came true. She giggled and turned her head shyly back into Shane’s shirt, pausing a moment to take in the soapy scent of her girlfriend before lifting her head up for a kiss.
Shane on the other hand, unabashedly lowered her head down for that kiss, claiming the lips that eluded her for so many weeks now. She groaned at the softness of the full lips, groaned as she savored the tenderness of her lover’s tongue running along the opening of her own lips. This was a bashful kiss, a passionate kiss, a longing one, a comfortable one. She took her love’s bottom lip and pulled it between her own, and as she let go, Carmen rushed in to tug at her top lip, the same way she did moments ago.



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