Page 52 of Scorched Hearts

Excited, Maya left the bed. Waiting for her to get back, Elle knew what awaited her. She melted just at the thought. She felt Maya’s hands on her ass cheek, diving in between her thighs from behind.

“Ah, look how wet you are. You can’t wait, can you?” Maya smiled, her harness fully on. “I want to do something very intimate.”

“Oh, yes?” Elle looked at her, waiting.

“Yes, I want to take you like this,” Maya said, taking Elle in her arms.

They lay embracing each other closely, and Elle couldn’t remember the last time they’d had sex in a true missionary position. Their faces close to each other felt like the most intimate experience on Earth.

“Do you like this?” Maya asked, pushing slightly stronger into Elle. Her hips were moving with a calm, steady rhythm, not wanting to take things too fast, too aggressively.

“I love it,” Elle whispered, moaning quietly.

They moved entangled this way for what seemed like the sweetest kind of eternity, not the one that feels prolonged through nuisance, but the one that feels so sweet every second clings like syrup on a sticky summer day, melting into minutes like ice cream under the cruel rays of sun. Maya’s skin glistened from sweat, and Elle wouldn’t have it any other way than to be below her in that moment. Their breaths, tingly from the sweetness of non-alcoholic wine, mingled together, and Elle began craving a release.

“Make me come please,” she moaned, getting wetter from hearing her own words exist in the space between her and Maya.

“As you wish,” Maya whispered in response.

As her movement became increasingly sweet and aggressive, she reached to touch Elle simultaneously. Elle didn’t know what pleased her more, the touch itself, or the feeling of Maya’s hand knowing her every corner utterly, fully, actively. Their bodies rode each other like tidal waves, accumulating pleasure and releasing it in the form of Elle’s increasingly louder moans.

When Maya tipped her over the edge, she felt as if taken by a waterfall, flowing down with the water, dangerously accelerating but still within the flow of herself. Their foreheads met, and they experienced a sweet, deserved tiredness.

“Should we shower?” Maya said, resting against Elle’s torso.

“We should.”

Showering was another problem that Elle had encountered after her injury. Now in her bathroom there were three stools at all times, supporting her in every activity that would otherwise require standing. She had to shower sitting down and felt quite peculiar about it.

With Maya everything felt easy, however.

In the shower, they joked around, helping each other wash their backs, enjoying the cool stream of water falling down on their smiling faces. Elle couldn’t believe her luck to be with the person she loved freely and joyfully. She wanted to contain every single moment in her memory, replay it before falling asleep every night. With Maya she could forget about her injury, she could forget about the anxiety of not getting back to her job. All that mattered was that they stood (and sat) together under the shower, joking and spilling lavender-scented soap everywhere.

“We should probably get out. We’re wasting so much water,” Maya noticed, looking at Elle. Her eyes were sparkling beautifully.

“Wherever you go, I go,” Elle sang very badly, but it was okay. Neither of them could sing very well. “You’ll need to help me up, though,” she added casually.

Brushing their teeth, they looked at each other in the mirror reflection. Elle didn’t know how it could be possible to find someone who looked so impossibly beautiful when she was simply brushing her teeth, naked except for an old t-shirt. She preferred this version of Maya out of all of them. She loved it when Maya would get dressed up with her tasteful makeup and elaborate hair, but she knew that there was no other way for her to be more beautiful than simply standing naked after the shower, brushing her teeth. Nothing could beat that simple, intimate beauty accessible only to Elle.

“I’ll miss you at work,” Maya said, having spat out the toothpaste. “Can’t wait to live with you.”

“You’ll still have to work when we live together. You know that, right?” Elle laughed. “Unless we want to retire early and sit in our beautiful garden all day growing tomatoes and listening to classical music.”

“Hmm…” Maya looked at Elle with a carefree smile. “Fifteen more years and we have a deal. We’ll grow tomatoes and listen to classical music in our lovely garden. Should we grow cucumbers, as well?”

“I don’t know how cucumbers grow,” Elle admitted, “but I can learn.”

They went back to the bedroom, Elle with Maya’s support. She was getting used to accepting Maya’s help without being weird about it, realizing it was only temporary, understanding that she’d be ready to do the same for her. The ceiling window looked out on the night sky, starless due to the city’s light pollution.

“Isn’t it sad,” Maya dived into an embrace with Elle, their bodies keeping each other warm in the pleasant air chilled by night, the windows in the room were left slightly open, “That we can’t see any stars from here? I love Phoenix Ridge, but sometimes I wish I lived somewhere far from the city, somewhere remote where the sky is still beautiful.”

‘It is slightly upsetting,” Elle agreed, adding, “But don’t you think it’s beautiful in its own way, the fact that we’ve built our own stars and they eclipsed the sky? We’re living among them now.” She smiled at the thought. “We’re our own little blinking stars.”

“That’s a nice way to put it.” Elle felt Maya nod against her chest. It was so pleasant to feel each other so close that they didn’t have to look for each other’s reactions, only feel them against their skin.

“I have a question,” Maya said after a while. “Did you have dreams during your coma? I never asked, but I thought about it quite a lot.”

Elle took some time to think. “I did,” she answered. “They mostly consisted of remote memories floating around blurring into each other. It was a strange experience, though very peaceful. I could feel myself floating around my mind, never in control, simply carried by its currents.”

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