She smiled and ran her hand over the blanket. "I dare you come over here and tell me that, Charlie." She gave the floor next to her a pat. "I have something sweet over here and you did promise me a romantic evening."
Charlie ran his finger under his collar to loosen it a bit, then walked over and settled onto the quilt next to Rebecca. "My love, you are beautiful." He lifted her hand to his lips, then turned his head and caressed it with his cheek.
"And you are the most charming and handsome thing I have ever seen." She leaned over and gave him a tender kiss.
Her lips left his, and, for a moment, he remained immobile, his eyes closed, savoring and memorizing the silken warmth that had touched him. When he did open them, Rebecca was looking into eyes that were the silver of the moon on a summer night.
"Would you get out of your uniform, Charlie? We should both be comfortable this evening." She ran her finger down his cheek. "I have plans for you, dear man."
"What would you like me to put on, dear? You know I am yours tonight, and every night for the rest of my life."
She tugged in the button of his tunic. "I do not care what you wear, but this," she tugged again, "is far too much cloth between us."
Charlie choked a little at her suggestion. He needed to know more of what she wanted. "Just the jacket or should I put on my nightshirt and robe?"
She chuckled at his apparent nervousness. "Get ready for bed, Charlie. I promise I will not bite."
Unlike their normal routine, where Rebecca afforded him some privacy as Charlie transformed from man to woman, he could feel her eyes burning into his shoulder blades. A blush started at the tips of his ears and burned its way down his body. Slowly, he removed his cravat and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. The wrappings around his chest came off, freeing both his breasts and the woman under the disguise. The transformation from man to woman was almost complete.
She slipped her britches and underwear off, and pulled a clean, white nightshirt over her head. Donning the robe, she tied the belt. Charlie turned to look at Rebecca's face, unsure if the woman by the fire wanted who she was now.
Rebecca held her hand out. "My beautiful Charlie."
Charlie let go of her breath in a soft sigh, retrieved a little book from the pocket of the tunic and returned to sit beside Rebecca. She was feeling a little shy and a lot hopeful.
"Charlie," Rebecca dipped her head just a bit before looking back to her companion, "I am not really in the mood for poetry at the moment." She gave Charlie a beguiling smile.
Very gently, Charlie covered Rebecca's hand with her own much larger one. "What are you in the mood for, sweetheart?"
Her blush deepened and her smile grew wider from embarrassment. "I was hoping, maybe we could, well……" She looked up. "Well, I really want to explore a few things with you."
Charlie's blush matched Rebecca's, but she moved gamely forward. In a voice made husky with sudden wanting, she responded, "I am always here, always open to anything you want. Ask, and if I am capable, it is yours."
"Are you sure? I do not want to make you uncomfortable, but I think it is time for me to learn more about the feelings I have when I am with you. Feelings I have never felt before."
Rebecca felt a fine tremor pass over Charlie's body. What Charlie wanted was to take Rebecca in her arms; to make Rebecca scream with pleasure; to hear her own name cried out in that moment when the universe exploded into a myriad of crystal rainbows. "Darling, my heart, my soul and my body are all yours to do with as you wish."
She nodded her understanding. "I have a confession to make. Before I got sick, there was a night when you came to bed. You thought I was asleep, but, well I was not……" Rebecca leaned in and kissed Charlie again. "It was that night that these feelings began stirring and I have had them everyday since and they only get stronger with each passing day." And yet again she kissed her. "I am told it is because you excite me, Charlie."
Charlie drew a deep breath, in part to quell the embarrassment at knowing that Rebecca had listened as she eased the ache between her thighs that night. Then Rebecca's words soaked into Charlie's brain. I excite her? Charlie drew Rebecca into her arms and gently returned the kisses. "And you excite me beyond words, my love."
Rebecca’s breath caught in her throat as she felt Charlie’s hands on her body and the sensations started in her body with a vengeance. "I want to explore a little." She tentatively ran her hand over the outside of Charlie’s thigh. "I need to touch you, Charlie."
The tremor ran deeper; Rebecca could feel it under her fingers. "I am yours." It was just a breath against her ear, and she could hear it down to her soul.
"I am not sure how far this will go, Charlie, you do understand that? And I certainly do not want to tease you, so if you would rather not, I will understand." She stilled her hand on Charlie’s leg until she received an answer because she really had no desire to make Charlie miserable.
At the moment, Charlie did not care where the exploration went. All that was important was that Rebecca was touching her. Her. She swallowed convulsively and repeated, "I am yours. However you want me."
Rebecca smiled and took another kiss. She slid her hand up Charlie’s side then to her shoulder until she started back down the front of her robe. She paused in her movements just as her hand reached the slight swell of Charlie’s breast. She broke the kiss and looked to Charlie for permission.
Charlie's eyes were silvered with desire; she could not control her body's reactions. Still she looked at Rebecca and shyly smiled and nodded.
The small woman let her hand travel slowly the rest of the way. Touching Charlie’s body was delightful and she was truly glad she decided to explore her desires more. Her hand lingered at Charlie’s breast and then slowly closed over it, feeling it and learning the feeling of her body. She moved her hand and slid it under Charlie’s robe, needing to get still closer.
With her free hand she placed Charlie’s hand on her own hip. "It is all right Charlie, I need your touch too," she whispered, feeling just a little nervous.
Charlie's breathing was rapid and shallow. Her eyelids fluttered to half closed as Rebecca's fingers closed around her always sensitive breast. Charlie could feel her nipples tightening till they ached. Charlie's hand gently stroked up Rebecca's side, a long, sensuous stroke that traced from her hip, along her waist, up her ribs and came to rest with Charlie's thumb stroking the tender skin beneath her breast. "You are so beautiful."
Her words and her touch sent chills all over Rebecca’s body. "God, Charlie, I have never felt anything like this before. It feels so good." She brushed her thumb over Charlie’s hardened nipple. She realized that her own were becoming erect and very sensitive.
Charlie's body curled around the hand that was driving her insane. Each stroke of Rebecca's thumb went straight from her nipple to her core. Charlie dropped her head to Rebecca's shoulder and tenderly kissed her neck.
Rebecca’s head moved to the side giving Charlie as much room as she needed to nibble and caress the hollow of Rebecca’s throat. A soft moan left Rebecca’s lips when her eyes slid shut. Rebecca felt dizzy. Knowing that sitting upright for much longer was not an option, she began laying back, making sure to hold tight to Charlie. "Yes." She moaned again.
Charlie slid her arm under Rebecca's shoulders and eased her down to the quilt. Never taking her lips from the throat and shoulder, Charlie softly covered Rebecca's body with her own. The feel of the slender form under her, the length of their bodies pressed together drew a long, shuddering sigh from Charlie.