“Let’s get you to bed, baby,” Whit said in a throaty voice.

Stacey nodded with a smile. She had heard the lustful excitement seeping through to her wifes voice accompanied by the steady fire burning inside those deep hazel eyes. It was then that she could almost feel the intensifying emotions which seemed to pass through Whit’s hands to her own skin. Whit had always been a slave to her kiss. She stared upward as she watched Whit rising to her feet. The soft hands helping her to stand found the lovers connected yet again. 

Lifting Whit into his arms, Joe was careful not to hurt her.  Months after her Spinal Cord Injury and intense therapy Whit still remained incomplete paraplegia, paralyzed from the chest down.  She had use of her arms, but nothing more below that.  So being a Paraplegic if she had to be paralyzed at all was much better unfortunately than being a Quadriplegic without the use of her arms or hands.

Stacey bent down scooping up Whits book. She mouthed the words being said by Whit in perfect sync with her wife. “We can’t forget Schutz. Now, can we?” She smiled to herself, loving that over their time together she had grown to know her so well while also loving that to this day there was always something new and surprising that she learned about her best friend and wife.

The low rumbling above them warned Stacey that they ought to get inside before the rain began. Turning to walk toward the house, Joe walked slowly, taking his time knowing that Stacey was collecting Whits blanket and hurrying to catch up with them. A hand slipping into her own made her smile at the woman being carried beside her. She laced their fingers together giving the hand in hers an affectionate squeeze.

Subtly, a few droplets of rain touched down upon her shoulders. Whit smiled, lightly tugging at the hand holding hers causing her wife to slow their retreat to their home. She loved that Stacey understood what she wanted without having to be told. There was no rush, instead, she was surprised that the breathtaking woman at her side began a casual conversation with such a nonchalant manner that walking in this light rain seemed to be the most natural act in the world.