You were the one who was just mooing for milk.”
Dar scowled, then her face relaxed into a sheepish grin as she chuckled and accepted the glass.
Colleen put down her own glass and stood up. “Well, I’ll be getting meself back to the southern reaches of Kendall. You two Thicker Than Water 199
take it easy, eh? See you Wednesday?”
“I’ll be there, absolutely,” Kerry said. “Dar? Well, let’s see what the doctor says.” She looked at her lover, who merely lifted a brow at her. “Right? You’re not going to try teaching us flips until your shoulder gets better, are you?”
“No,” Dar replied obediently, referring to the martial arts class they were supposed to resume that week. “I’ll just make you all do the work, and I’ll watch.” She chuckled at their wry faces.
“Besides, I can use the pool a little.”
“Ah, sure.” Colleen shouldered her bag. “She floats while we sweat. Nice.” She waved a goodbye. “Later, folks.”
Kerry walked her to the door and closed it behind her, then turned and regarded Dar. She crossed the living room and sat down with Dar on the couch, and put her feet up on the coffee table at almost the same time Dar did. Then she rested her head against Dar’s shoulder and sighed.
“Nice to be here, huh?” Dar obligingly draped an arm over her shoulders and pulled her closer.
Kerry wrapped her arms around Dar’s body and snuggled up as close as she could without actually crawling into Dar’s lap. She craved the warmth of her lover’s body and the feeling of utter security that her embrace provided. Dar didn’t disappoint her.
She felt Dar’s body shift a little, and she squirmed into a cradle made from long arms and legs that wrapped around her and brought her home in a way that touched her battered soul in just the spot she needed it to.
“Tell you what,” Dar murmured as she stroked Kerry’s hair,
“I vote for a night of shameless hedonism and indulgence. You up for that?”
“Uh huh,” Kerry murmured. “But I’d be happy just to have you near me all night.”
Dar gave her a worried look. “Well, sure. Where else would I be?” She kissed the top of Kerry’s head. “Ker?”
Kerry lifted her head, revealing a tear-streaked face. She wiped the back of her hand across her eyes and sniffled. “Sorry. I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me.”
Dar didn’t know either. It left her at somewhat of a loss to be presented with a problem she had no experience or knowledge to deal with. So she did what she could do, which was wipe the tears from Kerry’s face and kiss her gently. ”Go ahead and cry if it makes you feel better. Talk to me about it if you want to. But if all you need from me is love, you’ve got all of that I have, and it’s yours for the taking.”
Kerry blinked, scattering a few sparkles of moisture, and a tiny, charmed smile appeared on her face.
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“What?” Dar smiled back. “Do I have chocolate on my chin again?”
“Milk.” Kerry rubbed the residue off Dar’s upper lip and gazed at her with a look of utter love. “A night of shameless hedonism, huh?”
“Yeah.” Dar found the sea green eyes irresistibly fascinating.
“I figured we could start off by ordering something really bad for us from the Italian place, then sort of go from there.”
“Will this night of hedonism include hot fudge?”
“Yes.”
“Hot tub?”
“Yes.”
“Hot…mmfp.” Kerry took the kiss as an answer to that question and surrendered willingly to the plan.
IT WAS MUCH later, when Kerry, stifling a yawn with one hand, climbed up the stairs to her office. Her hair was still damp from the Jacuzzi, and she could smell the distinct tang of chlorine on her skin. Mixed with a little fudge. Kerry licked her lips, and couldn’t quite repress a grin. Nothing like a little hedonism to brighten up one’s perspective on things, eh? She spared a moment to think about what her family’s reaction would be to their activities of the evening, imagining her mother’s face as she described just how skillful Dar was with…
“God, Kerrison, stop it. You’ll go blind.” She slapped the side of her head a time or two and entered her office.
It felt like it had been a month since she’d been in there.
Kerry paused to look around the room, the contents mostly those she’d had on her walls in her apartment back in Kendalclass="underline" her certificates and awards, her professional credentials, and the first few of her attempts at photography—including a sunset shot of the Miami skyline.
Kerry walked to the photograph and looked at that, then shifted her attention to the eight by ten of Dar, the first picture she’d ever taken of her partner, before they’d become lovers. It had been at the corporate community participation day. Dar had just finished her painting tasks, and she’d been sitting on the edge of a garbage can, dotted with paint spatters and outlined in the sunset’s golden light. Kerry had impulsively grabbed Mari’s camera and focused it, attracting Dar’s attention at the very last second before she closed the shutter button.
Those blue eyes; that suddenly warm grin, aimed straight at her; the connection they’d made even with her behind the camera.
After the shot, Kerry had lowered the camera and reluctantly Thicker Than Water 201
handed it back to Mari, wishing with all her heart she’d thought to bring her own instead.
Kerry touched the framed photo, delivered to her desk in an envelope without any comment a week later. She’d been so excited, and pulled it out and looked at it for minutes at a time when she should have been working.
It had been one of the pictures she’d taken home to show Angie, because there was just something so amazingly sweet about it and even now, looking at it, she couldn’t help but smile at the love now obvious to her in Dar’s expression. Maybe she’d known all along the promise held in that look.
Kerry leaned forward and gently kissed the picture, and then she turned around, dropped into her desk chair, and rummaged inside the drawer for the packet of receipts she’d gone upstairs to retrieve. A square of glossy paper blocked her search, and she pulled it out impatiently, turned it over, and put it on the desk out of the way. The lettering was now uppermost and she sat there quietly and reread the invitation to her high school reunion.
Slowly, a smile crossed her face. She picked up the invitation, left the receipts behind, and trotted out the door and down the steps with her still damp hair bouncing along. “Hey, Dar?”
“Yeeeeeess?” Dar’s low purr answered from where she was sprawled on the couch. “Something else I can do for you, beautiful?”
Kerry’s hormones almost made it down the stairs before she did. She scooted across the tile floor, slid to a halt next to the couch, and bumped her knees right next to Dar’s arm. “I have a favor to ask.”
A lazy blue eye regarded her. “Anything.”
Kerry knelt down and offered her the card. “I didn’t realize this was on the back of that letter I got the other week.”
Dar examined the card, then looked at Kerry in some surprise. “You want to go to this? Really?”
“No.” Kerry smiled. “I want us to go to it.” She leaned on the couch edge. “There’re a lot of prissy gits I want to show up.”
“Whatever you want, Ker.” Dar clasped her fingers around Kerry’s. “Do we have to wear leather?”
Kerry’s eyes twinkled appreciatively. “Maybe we do.”
Dar edged over on the couch and pulled gently. Kerry took a seat on the edge of the cushion, then laid her body diagonally over Dar’s. They gazed quietly at each other for a minute in silence, only the air conditioning humming along in the background.