Delighted as Jenny arched into her, she began to set their hips to a mesmerizing dance.  Turn, turn.  Marina moved until their hips fit as one, until all she could feel was the heat of Jenny’s flesh.  Her teeth and mouth sought the pulse just beneath Jenny’s ear, craved a certain spot of her jaw.  The heavy drums beat in booming staccato, her heart fluttered.  Marina’s knuckles itched to bury themselves between Jenny’s lips.  She, however, wouldn’t allow it.  Her mouth, jealous thing that it was, wanted it first.  Jenny’s hand trailed down the taller woman’s cheek, past the shallow line of her throat, beyond the welcoming stiffness of Marina’s nipples, over the flat expanse of stomach, to rest upon the curvy mound of Marina’s rear.  Gently, she squeezed and used her fingers as leverage to pull Marina closer, closer still.

While her hands were satisfied, she drew her lipsticked mouth to Marina’s.  Tender as ever, she kissed her with slow, syrupy plunges of tongue, licking and sucking until dizziness set in.  She’d never get enough of this.  She felt devoured and whole at the same time.  Her limbs molten, she felt weak and restless in Marina’s arms.  She wanted everything yet she wanted nothing.  Marina gave what she never knew she’d want to have.  And for that, she was more than grateful.  It nearly broke her heart to steal away from the embrace, she spoke with her lips light on Marina’s.

“Marina.”

“Mm?”

“Take me to bed.”

***

The room was dark.  As a candle burned on the bedside table, a fire burned within her.  Watching the scented wisps curl into the shadows, she also felt herself spiraling.  She was not unlike the dripping wax, for her soul seemed to morph at its whim.  It melted and hardened until she was sure she wasn’t totally herself.  She wasn’t.  Couldn’t be.  Jenny was never this forward, never this knowing.  Never this ready.

“Sit down,” she rasped out into the blackness.  She could feel Marina’s nude body shift behind her.  The air seemed to change the closer she got.  Heavier, sweeter, thicker.  Her head swam.

Marina slid into the wooden chair, gracefully setting each foot towards the outside of its legs.  Her body throbbed with the thought of Jenny.  It took a small miracle to fold her hands in her lap and keep them there.  It would take another to get her breathing again.  The single flame gently lengthened itself into a solid diamond of orange.  The light bounced off the soft line of Marina’s throat and briefly flirted over tiny moles.  The flash in her eyes remained hidden as Jenny came into view, the straps of her dress dangling loosely against her shoulders.