She pulls me down and the deal is sealed. Her kiss is eager and I’m just as ready to meet her. We’re sparring with our lips and tongues for a bit before she pulls away and smiles at me. I remember that smile; it was the first thing I saw of hers when we met at the studio. It was seriously dazzling and caught me off guard. From then I think I was sold. I would never look at another smile again without thinking that hers was much more beautiful. I switch up the kisses to a place under her jaw that makes her toes literally curl in the bed sheets and bring my hand down to a much more private spot. I touch her there and she ripples like the water in my dream, buckling under the pressure and the tension. She moans my name for me, coaxing me on, and out of all the times I’ve heard it, this one beats them all. She’s coming again and I watch her before sliding down to rest my head on her shoulder. She makes me feel safe, and I like it. For once, I feel safe with a woman. Her hands are in my hair as she’s calming down and I say it, I just come out and say it.

“Hmm?” She asks me innocently and I pick my head up.

“I love you.” I say, looking into her eyes, watching them water a bit from the words. I’m sincere and I don’t know how to stress this enough. She turns her stern, serious face into a softer one and giggles some. Its a refreshing giggle that holds my name somewhere in it.

I love you too. She says back and Im content, my work here is done, and I can die happy.

She takes both of my hands and kisses them before wrapping her arms around me. She fixes the sheets around us and we nest into our cocoon, hopefully for a while, Id really enjoy hibernating with her. Im dozing off in seconds, and this time I know that if I happen to have that dream about the ocean again I wont be swimming in it, drowning in itIll be on the boat, next to my fisherwoman, my savior.