The women propelled forward to touch, to feel.  Contradicting elemental rules, events happened in slow motion and all at once.  The movement toward each other was protracted in longing yet hastened with need. 

Cautiously, their lips met.  The tentative touch sought to confirm the other’s willingness.  All the while, a fiery need seethed underneath.  Consent was affirmed within seconds and their tongues stroked with more confidence.  One ready to lead, one ready to be led, sharing and trading roles while acting as one. 

Hands soon joined the masterful exploration their mouths were undertaking. 

Tina eased her partner up from the chair.  Bette in turn, gently urged her companion to lengthen her posture.  Or perhaps Bette rose from the chair as Tina straightened.  Their timing in tune…proof of a restored cadence. 

Foreheads rested against each other as their emotions swelled.  Wordlessly, the women partially released each other from the embrace.  Contact was not broken though, as two hands remained linked with fingers interlaced. 

They turned with an eagerness brimming to the surface.  The need to show desire for the other was of paramount concern.  In part, what drove both differed. One wanting to show departure did not mean she was leaving their union, the other not even willing to consider it. 

Ultimately, the difference was immaterial.  At the core they shared an unadulterated love for the other.  Tonight they would know if it was enough to carry them through to the promised destiny of forever.

Would the physical manifestation be enough to sustain all else?  Or was this to be just a fond farewell to what was?

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The paroxysmal pleasured release was overwhelming for both women.  Their convulsing bodies rejoiced in the physical bliss that followed the intense sexual arousal that overtook them as soon as they lay on their bed.
 
Mouths rediscovered, quenching a temporarily ignored thirst as they drank each other’s taste.  Kissing tears away as they touched and tongues flickered.  Blowing heated breaths as they thrust into each other. 
 
Sensitized flesh chafed excitedly and wantonly until they shook with need.  Their gasps of ecstasy upon climax were timed to perfection.  Peaking together they collapsed onto each other.  A dance choreographed over years of intimacy.  Tonight, the emotion missing from recent physical contact was present.  Ablaze with affection and want.
 
Still recovering from the euphoria shared moments earlier, an overwhelming need to sustain their physical closeness fueled their ardor.  They reached for each other again. 
 
This time, their actions were slower and tempered with the need to express, in their touch, the love in their minds and hearts.  As such, the coupling was not as fierce as earlier that evening. 
 
The prolonged lovemaking was intentional.  Drawn out, the exploration of bodies was equivalent to reaffirming yearning and possession.  Affording the chance, while entrenched in the intensity, to express what had gone unsaid.
 
Above her, the blonde asked quietly.  “Do you feel me?”
 
“Yes” was whispered in answer.
 
While reveling in the exhilarating intoxication of their actions, she pursued the intention to halt her partner’s departure.  To communicate the need to be together to confront their current tempest and tomorrow.  That although she had disappeared, tonight…mind and body, she was present to do so. 
 
Slowly, Tina stroked her lover deeply.  “I’m with you.” 
 
Staring into Tina’s eyes, the comfort in its depths had the strangest effects.  It tempted the recurrence of insecurity borne of the perceived inability to repair and heal their situation.  A sense of shame from the absent strength that usually resided on her shoulders. 
 
Those feelings of lacking were on the verge of prevailing upon Bette.  Overcome with emotion her eyes relinquished fresh tears as she turned to look away.  A reflexive attempt to hide her fear and weakness.  
 
But this woman’s stalwart self-reliance and determined spirit had reached a turning point.  Earlier that night, she was transparent.  As she sat on the chair she blessed her partner with a glimpse of her pain and request for reprieve.  Her admission was so heartfelt and revealing.
 
Tina knew this was something they needed to develop and cultivate.  A mutual dependence and shared support.  Emerging from this effort would be a more assured woman and one that was willing to concede.  Ultimately, they needed to create and sustain a balance between them.   A balance that would shift readily and accordingly when required.
 
It would take time but tonight she promised herself silently, it would start.  If Bette was willing.
 
“Please Bette.” She implored softly kissing the tears away.  “Let me see.  I’ll take care of you.  I promise I will.  I promise I can.”
 
Moving inside her lover she asked once more,  “Do you feel me?”
 
“I’m with you.”  She vowed, “I’m here.”