The blonde jumped down from the counter, landing directly in front of Cat. She peered down at those concerned, green eyes of hers and wished she could make the anxiety go away. The lack of distance between them was also affecting Cat, whose cheeks were gaining color. ‘You can try to pretend anything you want when your girlfriend’s around,’ Frankie thought, ‘but this here is bloody real.’

“I’m trying to give you some space. These days… I wanted to see you so much.” She said, shifting her feet.

“Me too.” Cat closed her eyes and swayed towards Frankie, who received her against her breast.

Slowly, she brought her hands up to Cat’s neck and undid the first button on her coat. Green eyes were telling her to continue. If there was one image from the other night Frankie could not take off her mind – although actually, there were many more- it had to be the vision of Cat’s glowing face smiling down at her. That incredible smile, which had been impossible not to mimic, meant incredulity, crazed pleasure and the exultation of ‘finally’ being together.

Frankie’s fingers moved downwards slowly, between Cat’s breasts, twirling the big, round buttons, and she bowed her head to kiss her. Their lips locked easily, seeking completeness, and they stayed still for a moment, Cat cupping Frankie’s face. The blonde drew in a sharp breath and pushed Cat’s coat backwards, taking it off in one swift motion, letting it drop on the floor. She encircled the shorter woman with her arms and brought her closer still. She could feel Cat’s breasts against her own and the warmth of her skin through her shirt, the cold outside all but forgotten. Her lips moved to the curve between Cat’s neck and shoulder, and she heard the brunette sigh.

The sounds of Cat’s body waking up, along with the visible signs, were amongst the most beautiful and thrilling things she had ever experienced, and they turned her on more than anything, because Cat’s body was reacting to her. Nobody would ever take that away, no matter what, and right then, that sense permanence was very important to Frankie.

Possessing Cat’s lips again, Frankie slid her hands under the thin sweater and moved them up her back. Her thumb touched the strip of Cat’s bra, and the obstacle bugged her considerably. She was needing more of that warm skin. The brunette seemed to share that particular need, for she pulled the sweater over her head and then peeled off Frankie’s shirt.