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“Maybe that’s because of what keeping them would have potentially meant for us all.” Emma nudged her shoulder gently against Vanessa’s until their eyes met. She gave Vanessa a smile. One that was full of love and affection. “I think it’s always important to remember why you did it.”
“I know. I’d have been a fool to not go ahead with the surgery.”
“As women, we’re told that we should be a certain way and look a certain way. Without us realising it, a lot of the time, our decisions are purely based on society and what we think they’ll think of us. But the reality is that nobody outside of usor your immediate circle of friends even knows what you went through. They don’t know that you’re wearing a prosthetic when we go out to dinner, and they don’t know that you spent months recovering from something life-changing. That’s precisely why those people don’t matter.”
Vanessa leaned in, her breath brushing across Emma’s skin before she pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. The care in that simple touch made something inside Emma melt. Vanessa’s kisses often reached all the way down to her soul. No other woman in the world would ever have that ability. “God, I love you. You always know the right things to say.”
Emma smiled. “Just saying what I believe, babe.” She shrugged, lifting her feet up onto the edge of the weathered outdoor coffee table. “I’m the only person who gets to see you naked, and I fucking adore every last inch of you.”
The look Vanessa gave her at that moment stopped Emma’s heart, and the vulnerability in her eyes made Emma’s world tilt a little. “You really do?” Vanessa’s voice was a whisper, but Emma caught the surprise in her tone. “I know you say it all the time and I know you’re supposed to say it as my wife, but you really mean it, don’t you?”
“Of course I mean it.” Emma reached out and slid her hand over Vanessa’s thigh, squeezing gently as her voice dropped lower. “All of me is enamoured by every piece of you. No matter what you do or don’t have, I’ll never not be madly in love with you, and I’ll never not think you’re the sexiest woman in the world.”
Those words hung between them briefly, but Vanessa decided to respond with movement rather than words. And those eyes, God…those eyes told Emma everything. She set her mug down, rose to her feet, and climbed into Emma’s lap, straddling her with a look that told Emma she knewexactlywhat she wanted. Her hands cupped Emma’s face as she leanedin, capturing her mouth in a kiss so fierce and heated that it had Emma’s head spinning. “It’s us forever, right?”
“Y-yes.” Emma pulled back just enough to breathe, her pulse whooshing in her ears. “Babe, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. I’vejustgot out of bed.”
“I don’t care.” Vanessa claimed her lips again, a moan spilling into Emma’s mouth as the kiss deepened. When she finally pulled back and grazed her thumb across Emma’s bottom lip, a sexy smirk played on Vanessa’s mouth. “You taste like coffee…and my wife.”
Before Emma could say another word, Vanessa sat back on her knees and, in one smooth motion, peeled her hoodie over her head. She was bare beneath it. Unguarded, vulnerable, but stunning in the glow of the morning sunlight. Her hair fell in loose, tousled waves around her shoulders, and the hoodie landed in a heap on a nearby chair.
“Emma…”
“Tell me what you need.” Emma’s voice was nothing more than a hush as her hands found Vanessa’s bare thighs, now prickled with goosebumps from the cool morning air. Her palms moved slowly, worshipping Vanessa’s skin. “You know I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I want you inside me.” Vanessa shifted her hips forward, a subtle but desperate plea that had Emma’s mouth dry and her palms clammy. The desire between them hadalwaysburned hot, but in the last year, it had transformed into something deeper. Something far more sacred. Every touch now carried a different meaning. Now, when they came together, it felt like a declaration of true, unconditional love. “Baby, please.”
Emma’s heart swelled as she leaned in, her lips finding the delicate centre of Vanessa’s chest. She kissed her slowly, gently, and then her lips moved from scar to scar. Not as an obligationbut as a ritual that Emma had come to love. A…silent mantra whispered into every kiss.
You are here.
You are whole.
You are mine.
She knew Vanessa couldn’t feel much there anymore, not physically anyway. But that was never the point. The point was that Emma was showing her undying love for a woman who had fought to still be here with her. She trailed her lips higher, her breath hot against Vanessa’s neck as her hands moved with intention. One hand lifted to cradle the back of Vanessa’s head, threading into her hair, while the other slipped between her legs, teasing over the lace that barely covered what Emma wouldalwayscrave.
She pressed the fabric between Vanessa’s lips, smiling against her throat as Vanessa gasped, her breath hitching in the silence around them.
“Y-yes.”
“Are you wet for me?” Emma moaned when the heat between Vanessa’s legs answered for her wife. “Because I’mdyingto sink right inside you and make you come.”
Vanessa found her lips again, this time with fire, nodding slowly as she rolled her hips forward, begging for more. “You already know the answer to that.”
“Mm. Fuck yeah, I do.” Emma spoke in a low growl as she pushed the lace to one side, her fingertips gathering the wet heat that waited for her. “Nothing in this world will ever feel greater than being inside you.”
She slid two fingers in, slow and deep, drawing a long, throaty moan from Vanessa that shot straight through Emma. Their breath mingled with the faint rustle of leaves and the distant chirp of birds, yet still, somehow, it felt like the whole world had faded away and nothing else existed around them.
Thoughts whirred around in Emma’s mind in a rush—filthy, hungry thoughts. There was so much more she wanted to do to her wife out here in the hush of the morning. Against the deck. In the lake. Pressed against the wall of the house. But for now,thiswas everything.
Just her and Vanessa.
Hearts bared. Bodies tangled. Forever burning with desire.
Vanessa leaned back, her body arching like a wave preparing to hit. She braced one hand against Emma’s knee behind her to steady herself, while the other slipped between her thighs to join Emma’s already working fingers. “Oh, fuck.”
Emma’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes locked on Vanessa as she watched her wife touch herself. Vanessa’s fingers danced in circles over her clit, her lips parted in a silent moan, her chest rising and falling like she couldn’t catch her breath. Then Vanessa tipped her head back, baring her throat to Emma, her hair cascading over her shoulders like silk.
