Whit,” she started softly. “What happened to all the power?”

Wrapping her arm around Stacey, Whit held her wife gently. She brushed away the lengthy blonde hair draping over Staceys neck.  Her lips lightly kissed at her lover’s warm neck and shoulder while she answered the young woman.

“The power went out not too long after you fell asleep.  I checked on Kelly and Josh, their fine and in bed already.  I think we might have enough candles to get us through the night. What do you think, baby?  Do we have enough candles?”

Stacey laughed softly while baring her neck to her wife in the hopes that the kisses would continue. “Oh, someone once told me that you can never have enough candles.”

The lips smiling against her skin warmed Staceys being. She listened to the sarcasm-filled voice speaking gently against her ear. “Oh, this person sounds like a nut to me.”

Stacey was eased lovingly onto her back. She reached upward to caress a soft cheek. Her smile intensified as her hand was kissed sweetly. “Oh, she is, but I love her so I pretend not to notice.”

“Well, that is nice of you to ignore her quirkiness like that, baby.”  Stacey moved her body gently atop her wife’s as Whit moved the sheets which were separating them to grant the contact between her body and her wife’s.

With her fingers’ every touch, her hands, every caress, she thought about how much she truly treasured this woman, her lover, her friend.  Blue eyes looked to meet her deep hazel eyes which showed every emotion with just here eyes. 

“I love you, too,” Whit whispered, recognizing that expression which could never be seen more clearly than it was in these beautiful blue eyes staring back at her.

Tilting her head with a soft smile, Stacey bathed in Whit’s adoring gaze. “So, you know what I am thinking, huh?” She laughed under her breath with the slow nod given in response. “Well then, smarty pants, what am I thinking, now?”

Whit offered a mischievous grin, feeling more of Staceys body pressing down against her. With the fingertip of her left index finger, Whit traced a letter along the skin of her wife’s back.