…

In deed, her dream was beautiful. She had fantasized about sharing a night of passionate love making that lead to such private moment with Bette. One out of two was not too bad, Tina thought while admiring and intimately study the fine features of her lover ease at rest. Gingerly, she lifted her head up to an unobstructed view of her lover’s face. The soft glow of candlelight reflected against Bette’s auburn tone, creating a mysteriously golden glow around her face. Tina appears mesmerized by the transformation as it magically perfected the velvety texture of Bette’s tone. She was in awe as the urge to touch, to confirm that it wasn’t a dream, compelling.

What Tina did not expected was Bette already came to the moment Tina shifted her head. How can she not having such protective hold on the blonde all night? She just was not sure as to Tina’s current state of emotion and opted to lie in wait for an indication. It came, surprising both her and Tina. Bette’s eyes snapped open as the warmth of Tina’s palm touched her. Instinctively, Tina withdraws her hand but Bette was quicker. Her hand already reached up to kept Tina’s in place while pulling their bodies closer. Their eyes met.

“Are you alright?” Bette asked; eyes shown concern as it seeks for Tina’s. Tina smooth out the worried frowns on Bette’s face and give the brunette a reassuring smile. Bette leaned in and greeted Tina with a soft kiss. Tina tilted up and melted into her lips.

“I love you Bette.” She whispered, affectionately as their lips parted. No words can adequately express how she felt for this woman. There had to be more.

“I love you too baby.” Bette closed her eyes, nuzzling the blonde back in her care, and returned the affection with equal simplicity. She was content.

Neither spoke nor moved from the cocoon they created. The room was barely lit by one remaining candle that looked like it was flickering its last life. They didn’t even care or bothered by the diminishing visibility in the room. Their eyes have clearly seen what their souls were saying. They felt it. That subtle connection of destine souls on a much higher plane than physical connection. It was their moment.

“Bette?”

“Yeah…”

“Make love to me.”

“With all my heart.”

The blustery wind blows the newly fallen snowflakes off its path. Twirling and tossing it in the air, intermittently brushing against the window out of curiosity or perhaps envying the contrasting entanglement of two bodies. Undisturbed by their intrusion as they lay entwined, blissfully in love’s afterglow.

THE END.