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    Celestial

    Carmen felt her head spin. She looked up, caught completely off guard by Helena’s unexpected proposal.

    They weren’t that intimate, their relationship had always been just a little more than a fling. They were both practical women, women in career, surgeons, physicians… all things that didn’t fit well with marriage or family, or at least with their idea of marriage and family.

    And yet Helena was proposing.

    Carmen watched her, struggling to find the right answer, but there was only silence.

    Silent was her voice.

    Silent was her heart.

    She loved Helena. But she wasn’t in love with her. She had never been.

    “Will you marry me, Carmen?”, Helena repeated, no trace of anxiety on her beautiful face, “We can get married in Vegas… and then we can finally get up to Tahoe… have a perfect honeymoon and be back before we miss a case”.

    Carmen watched her, a pale smile appearing on her lips. No word came out from her mouth and Helena chuckled.

    “What do you want me to do?”, she murmured, her fingers still stroking Carmen’s knee, “Get down on my knees?”.

    Carmen chuckled silently, shaking her head.

    “What do you want me to say?”, she asked, softly.

    She looked up again and saw Helena’s vulnerable, disarming smile.

    “What do you want me to say, Helena?”.

    “We belong together”, Helena shrugged, simply. There was no place, in her, for what could be defined as “true romanticism”. Helena was just stating a truth, and Carmen knew it.

    “We’re the same species”, Helena elaborated, softly, “And you know that I’m not very good at matters of the heart. I mean… the proverbial heart”.

    Carmen tried to smile.

    “Please, be my wife”, Helena whispered, taking Carmen’s hands into hers, “Just think about it”.

    ”…And I know you got the feeling,
    You know, I feel it crawl across the floor
    And I know it got you reelin’
    And honey honey the call is for war
    And it’s wild wild wild wild….”

    ***

    Later, that evening – Dante & Alice’s house

    Dante sat on the long table, in the garden that surrounded his house.

    Carmen watched him attentively.

    “Lift your tank top, Dante, please”, she commanded, “Let me see”.

    He smiled, obliging and revealing the scar running across his chest, in the middle of his well-defined pectorals.

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    1. ok…so did anyone manage or bother to ask earl if this was ok for shane or carmen or earl? now shane fell to earth. will she now try the pear and describe the taste?great story. thanks again for taking the time to share.

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