Reminiscence

A week and a half.

That was how long it had been since Jacky and she had
found
Vanessa lying comatose in their bed. Sarah couldn't possibly have been any
happier - her closest friend, the woman for whom she cared dearly and who had
supported her in her emotional struggles - was back with them. Since the first
reports of her disappearance during the Tournament, Sarah had feared that he
was dead - or worse. A painful, heavy guilt lay upon her shoulders; she could
just feel that something terrible had happened, something from which that she
imagined Vanessa would have felt obliged to protect her.

Upon her return from the hospital, Vanessa had come to
live
with them once again. Nobody quite knew what to do with her strange case, so
she and Jacky had volunteered to take her in for a sort of rehabilitation:
she
would stay with them until she felt comfortable enough to attempt to return
to
her old life. It was quite a relief to see that so much of her - her sharp
tongue, her imposing demeanor - hadn't changed during her absence, but,
emotionally, Sarah knew she was going through absolute hell. Her memory loss -
a complete blackout since around the time of her disappearance - was traumatic
enough, but combined with the strange, marked changes in her body and metabolism...
It was enough to drive Vanessa into a panic the first time she looked at
herself in the mirror following her return. Sarah had never imagined that she
would have seen her in such a condition. Jacky had managed to calm Vanessa,
but
it was apparent that her heart was still deeply troubled. The experience was
all too familiar for Sarah, and she knew that it would be months, perhaps y
ears,
before Vanessa would be able to fully come to grips with whatever had happened
to her. During that time, the anguish would linger inside of her, bubbling
to
the surface in times of great stress.

Sarah heard it doing just that.

At first she had wondered what the strange, wailing noise
she had been hearing in the middle of the night had been and had chalked it
up
to wind, or perhaps something with the plumbing. But it persisted, night after
night. Sarah had come to the terrible realization as she lay awake that night
at an absolutely ungodly hour: the cries were coming from the room Vanessa
was
staying in, the place they had found her a week and a half ago.

As the truth hit her, it became too much to bear. The
thought of Vanessa suffering so much pained her deeply, but Sarah felt weak
and
powerless to do much of anything. The things that troubled Vanessa so deeply
were things beyond her.

Still, she had to do something.

Vanessa’s overall demeanor since her return had
been
reserved and subdued. She had always been one not predisposed to being
emotional in public, but since her return she was unusually withdrawn, more
so than
ever before. It was clear that everything that had happened was taking a heavy
toll on her.

Sarah had been eager to spend more time alone with her, to make
up for their lost time, but Vanessa remained resistant and withdrawn to the
point where the proposal seemed pointless. On top of that, Jacky had said not
to bother her – “She needs some personal time to recollect herself.
If we interfere too much, it might make things worse.” style3D'mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Bullshit, Sarah thought bitterly,
style3D'mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>she’s been crying her eyes out for
four nights in a row now. This isn’t right. Clearly, Vanessa needed
help, but didn’t know how to ask for it.

Or is she
afraidstyle3D'mso-bidi-font-style:normal'> to ask for it?

 :p>

When it came to personal matters, Vanessa had always been
quite aloof. She was often difficult to read, and rarely outwardly expressed
her feelings, seeming cold and impenetrable to most. She wasn’t the type
to reveal her emotional troubles with others, even when confronted directly
.

Now, the situation was very different. It was clearly
too
much for Vanessa to keep bottled up inside herself, and something she
couldn’t possibly deal with on her own. She wanted help, she style3D'mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>needed help, but she was afraid -
and with
her whole world turned upside-down, she had no idea how to ask. The feelings of
unfamiliarity and isolation only made matters worse.

Perhaps, Sarah thought, she was making some assumptions in
her hypothesis, but she certainly had enough firsthand experience with Vanessa
in these sorts of matters. In the time the two had been together, Vanessa had
become her friend, her confidant, her guardian... and something more.

Sarah hadn’t forgotten the affection the two of
them
had shared; if anything, it had made Vanessa’s disappearance all the
more
excruciating. Each time Sarah had told Vanessa she loved her, Vanessa had b
een
at a loss for how to respond. She certainly didn’t verbally return the
sentiment, though it was clear to Sarah that she appreciated the affection.
Vanessa
seemed to feel awkward about it most of the time, but Sarah never let it bother
her. After all, she told herself, style3D'mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>only one other person had ever said those
words to her.

She threw off her covers and stood up, stopping to put
on
some slippers before quietly exiting the room. She heard the cries grow louder
as she walked towards Vanessa’s room, pausing to listen for a moment
outside of her door. It was quite disturbing hearing Vanessa in such a state,
especially since she had been the one who had taken it upon herself to comfort
Sarah in her most troubled times.

She reached forward and knocked on the door slowly, hoping
Vanessa would hear. Apparently she did – as Sarah drew her hand
away, the cries stopped abruptly, leaving only a still silence. Sarah knock
ed again, slightly louder this time.

“Is someone there?” came a voice from inside.

“Vanessa, it’s me, Sarah. I need to talk to you
about something.” She paused momentarily, hoping for a response ̵
1;
which she didn’t receive. 
“…Can I come in?”

Another pause. “You want to talk to me right
now?”

“If it’s okay by you.”

“…Just a moment.”

Sarah waited outside the door for what seemed to be a
minute
or two before Vanessa opened the door slightly, poking her face outside. Her
eyes and cheeks were noticeably red, betraying what Sarah suspected were her
efforts to conceal her crying.

“It’s late, Sarah. I’m surprised
you’re even awake.” Her voice was unusually soft. “Are you
sure you don’t want to wait until morning?”

“No, it’s fine. I’ve been having tro
uble
sleeping anyhow.” She pushed gently against the door with one hand,
signaling her intent. “Seeing as how you’re up, too, I think
you’ve got a similar problem.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened slightly at Sarah’s
words, but she said nothing in response, instead simply retreating into her
room. The doorway was left open, obviously so that Sarah could follow her.<
/p>

 

“Please close it behind you,” she asked softly
as Sarah stepped inside. Vanessa sat down at the end of the bed, staring
blankly out the large window. The moon shone uncannily brightly in the clear
night sky, illuminating the ends of the room in a soft, ethereal glow. Anot
her
small, dim night-light sat on a bedside table, just bright enough so that Sarah
could clearly make out Vanessa’s form.

Sarah slowly shut the door as Vanessa requested,
then slowly moved over to the bed, sliding into a sitting position next to
Vanessa. A pregnant silence followed. The atmosphere in the room was heavy
– the air of melancholy was overwhelming, and yet, the source of the
emotion was making no move to acknowledge it. Clearly, Sarah would have to
be
the one to bring the matter up.

“... I’m… really happy that you̵
7;re
back, Vanessa,” she started.

Vanessa nodded slightly. “I’m glad to hear
that.”

“But… I’m actually really worried ab
out
you.” She was hoping that Vanessa would respond with an inquiry as to
the
source of her concern, but her hopes were quickly dashed.

“You shouldn’t worry, Sarah. I’m
fine.”

“No, Vanessa. You’re not.”

Vanessa remained still.

“I know, Vanessa. You can’t just have some
thing
like that happen to you and be perfectly OK afterwards.”

A hushed, almost whispered reply emerged only after a
moment.
“Sarah, please.”

“I’ve been through it too, Vanessa. I know
exactly what you’re going through.” She hesitated briefly, feeling
a sudden twinge of unease as she moved to speak her next words. style3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> “I can… I can hear you.
I
hear you crying in here, Vanessa. I could hear you through the door when I
walked over.”

It was with these words that Vanessa turned around to
face
Sarah. The expression in Vanessa’s eyes was quite a shock - they were
wide and glossy, filled with a mix of fear and distress, an emotion Sarah had
never glimpsed on Vanessa’s face before. Her breath was audible, escaping
through her clenched teeth in long, uneven gasps.

“No… I…” Vanessa’s already
fragile composure had clearly begun to break; even in the dim light, Sarah
could see the other woman’s hands trembling.

“I know why you’re crying, Vanessa.”

Vanessa shook her head. “Don’t…
don’t worry, please…” She lifted her hands from the
bedsheets, clutching them against her chest.

“Vanessa.”

“Please… don’t…” Vanessa
whispered as she clenched her hands closer to her body.

Sarah leaned in, putting her hand on Vanessa’s back.
Fearful feelings were awash within her, as well. Seeing Vanessa, the beautiful,
strong woman she had spent so much time with, reduced to such a state of
emotional distress was terrifying in its own way.

 “I
’m
not here to try and cause you more stress, Vanessa. I’m here because I
want to help you.”

“Sarah… I…” her entire body was
visibly shaking, her head and neck hung low, pressed against her hands.

“Vanessa, please, don’t hide it. Don’
;t be
ashamed. Let me help you… please.”

Though Vanessa’s mouth opened, it was a moment before
a voice emerged, soft and timid.

“What the hell is wrong with me, Sarah? WhatR
17;s
wrong with my body? What’s wrong with my memory?”

Before Sarah could answer, Vanessa spoke again. “
;Sarah…
how? How can I not even know about myself? This body, this… this
doesn’t feel like me…”

“Vanessa-“

"Oh god… I'm scared, Sarah." Her alrea
dy
faint voice was breaking up. "I feel alone and scared. I haven't felt
this
way since... since Father..."

Vanessa turned around suddenly, wrapping her arms around
Sarah. Her grip was powerful, squeezing the other woman tightly against her.
Sarah was surprised at first and found it a bit difficult to breathe, but Vanessa
needed something, anything, for support and she was more than willing to fill
that role in whatever way she could. And Vanessa’s body, pressed against
Sarah, felt so warm, so wonderfully familiar.style3D'mso-spacerun:yes'>  It was a feeling forgotten for far
too
long.

The floodgates burst open, and tears flowed freely down
Vanessa's face, falling into the fabric draped over Sarah's shoulder. "
;Oh
god, Sarah... what's happening to me? I-- I don't know," she sobbed
softly, her entire body trembling around Sarah's. "I'm so scared."
;

"It's okay," Sarah whispered. "You're not
alone." Her arms wrapped around Vanessa, her hands running reassuringly up
and down the other woman's back. "You're strong, Vanessa. It's hard, but I
know you'll manage."

"What should I do, Sarah?"

"We need to look for answers, Vanessa. We need to
find
out what happened to you." Her hand moved upward, stroking her fingers
through slightly-tangled silver locks. "It might take a while... and I
know from experience that it won't be easy."

She leaned back slightly, brushing away a few stray strands
of hair from Vanessa's cheek. "But I'll help you, as much as I possibly
can. I'm sure you'll come out of it even stronger."

Vanessa’s eyes averted Sarah’s gaze, small
sobs
continuing to emerge from her throat. Sarah continued to run her fingers
against the skin of Vanessa’s face – until the other woman̵
7;s
hand grabbed her wrist abruptly.

“Vanessa, what-“

“Sarah,” Vanessa said, her voice firm once
again. “Why do you even want to help me?”

Sarah was confused. “What kind of question is
that?”

“Why are you here, Sarah?” Her eyes again
fell
away from Sarah’s. “Why are you even speaking to me?”

“Because I’m concerned about you.”

”But…I-- I failed you, Sarah.” More tears streamed down her
cheeks as she released her hold on Sarah’s wrist. “I had a duty
to
you, and I… failed.”

“No-“ Sarah could barely object before being
interrupted.

“I’m a soldier, Sarah. I live to carry out
my
missions, and I abandoned you in your greatest time of need. I wasn’t
strong enough to fulfill my duty.”

Before Sarah could reply, Vanessa spoke again, words
emerging slowly from deep within her.

“You should hate me, Sarah.”

Sarah was frozen in a sudden shock. “--What?R
21;

“I failed you. I was weak. I don’t deserve
any
better.”

A terrifying pain pierced Sarah, as though a spear had
been
driven through her chest. “No… that’s not true. Don’
;t
say things like that, Vanessa!” She wrapped her arms firmly around
Vanessa’s waist again, pressing her body tightly against herself.
“Don’t ever say things
like that!”

Vanessa didn’t respond, instead turning her face
away
from Sarah.

“No, you didn’t fail me, Vanessa. The whole time
you were with me, I learned so much from you…” She shook
Vanessa’s body gently. “How can you possibly say you failed me?
Because you disappeared? That wasn’t under your control, Vanessa, and
you
damn well know that.”

Vanessa’s face lifted again. “…Sarah
-”

“You’re not weak. You’re one of the
strongest people I know. You gave me so much support when I was going through
some of the hardest times of my life. I appreciated what you did for me. I
could never hate you, no matter what.”

 

Sarah pulled back again. There was a swell of emotions
throbbing within her, emotions that had languished for far too long.

“Vanessa, you remember how I feel about you̷
0; I
know you do…”

Vanessa’s face changed noticeably upon hearing t
hese
words. Her expression remained doubtful, but it seemed like she was trying
to
think, trying to remember something…

"I missed you so much, Vanessa... more than you could
ever imagine. I'm just happy that you're back safely. I worried for so long
."

It was then that Sarah leaned forward and kissed Vanessa,
firmly but gently. It was a spur-of-the-moment action - but it was something
she had longed to do ever since Vanessa's return. It was a memory brought back
to life, the wet warmth of her lips a beautiful, comfortable sensation.

The expression on Vanessa's face as Sarah pulled away
was
one of bewilderment, but there was a new sort of spark in her eyes, as well
-
the same sort of energy Sarah had often seen in her in nights spent together in
the past.

"Sarah... you still..."

"I love you, Vanessa," she said. "You mean so
much to me."

Sarah wasn't quite sure what to expect after that. She
had
hoped that it would have helped to further comfort Vanessa, at the very least,
but she was surprised when Vanessa slowly leaned forward to return the kiss.
Their lips pressed together firmly, lingering for a fleeting moment before
breaking apart. It wasn't long before Sarah pressed forward again, this time
pressing the tip of her tongue gently against Vanessa's lips. The surge of
energy that coursed through her body upon feeling Vanessa open her mouth to
hers gave her pleasant shivers, and the inviting, familiar warmth made her
near
euphoric.

You remember now,
don’t you?

When they finally pulled away from each other, Sarah said,
"Vanessa, I-- want to feel it again. I want to feel di-font-style:
normal'>you."

Vanessa didn't respond, the expression on her face betraying
a new sadness.

"Vanessa?"

"Sarah, my body's not what it was before. It's changed
in ways I don't even know." Her face sank further. "It won't be
the-"

"What the >hell
are you saying, Vanessa?” Sarah snapped back.

Vanessa was obviously taken aback at Sarah’s reaction,
her eyes opened wide in surprise. “S-Sarah, I… I don’t even
know what I am anymore, Sarah!” Her body began to tremble slightly again.
“This- This-…!”

Sarah immediately regretted her sudden outburst. style3D'mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Damn it, she thought, style3D'mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>this is no time for me to get
irritated…

Her hand reached out to stroke over Vanessa's cheek in
a
reassuring gesture. "No. This person sitting here, in front of me̷
0; it's
you, Vanessa. That's all that m
atters
right now. After all this time, just being with you, feeling you here again
is
more than enough." She kissed her lips again. "I want you to be
happy, Vanessa."

Vanessa’s uncertainty was evident in her lack of
response, and echoed in her eyes, which were staring vacantly at the bedsheets
beneath her. Sarah ran her fingers through strands of Vanessa’s hair,
waiting, hoping for a reply that likely wasn’t forthcoming.

I want to make
you
happy again. I can’t bear to see you suffer. I want you to know, to
remember how much I care about you, how much you mean to me…p>

Just then, Sarah brightened with an idea.

“Let me look at you, Vanessa.”

Vanessa lifted her head, eyes finally meeting Sarah
217;s
again. She sat up, looking rather puzzled, leaning back ever-so-slightly to
allow Sarah to look her over.

“No,” Sarah replied, tugging the nightgown
Vanessa wore. “Let me look at >you.”

Vanessa hesitated, seeming uneasy at the idea. “
You
want me to take this off?”

Sarah nodded. “Everything. I want to see this change
of yours.”

Vanessa appeared to be quite apprehensive of the idea at
first, but she relented after a brief moment. She pulled the gown up and over
her head, laying it aside. Her undergarments quickly followed, leaving her
fully exposed to Sarah’s eyes and shivering slightly as her skin was
exposed to the cool air.

Sarah’s eyes traced over Vanessa’s body. T
his
was the first time since her return that Sarah had been able to take a close
look at her. She did indeed look markedly different: the overall shape of
Vanessa’s figure, though, had been altered to a degree. Her heavy sinews
had been replaced with a hard, leaner muscle, noticeably less pronounced but
still imbued with amazing strength.

She was still as beautiful as ever.

Reaching forward as she gazed upon the amazon sitting
before
her, Sarah cupped one of Vanessa’s breasts in her palm. She heard Vanessa
inhale sharply as she gave it a gentle squeeze, the flesh warm and soft yet
firm against her fingers, the hardening nipple pressing into her palm.

“S-Sarah…” Vanessa stuttered, trying
to
find something to say in response to Sarah’s attentions – until
Sarah’s lips met hers once more. Sarah’s hand moved further down to
allow her thumb to rub the hard nub back and forth. A slow shiver went through
Vanessa’s body, one strong enough for Sarah to feel it through her hands
and against her lips.

Sarah looked down as their kiss dissipated, smiling as
she
admired the tender skin beneath her fingers. “Yes. It’s just how I
remembered it.”

“…You mean that?” Vanessa asked, her
eyes
shining with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

Sarah looked back up at her. “Of course I do,
Vanessa.” She shifted her body, leaning forward so that her face was
even
with Vanessa’s chest. “Now, what was it you liked for me to do
again…?” she wondered aloud.

Before Vanessa could respond, Sarah slid her tongue out,
pressing it against Vanessa’s nipple. She gave it a firm lick, then
another, and another still, each one causing Vanessa’s body to jerk ever-so-slightly.
“Was that it?” she said, pulling back again to speak. “Or
maybe
it was this?” Her tongue began to trace around the diameter of the peak,
sending smaller, faster jolts through Vanessa’s body. Already her
breathing was becoming heavy and ragged, her body clearly enjoying the
attention Sarah was lavishing upon it.

Sarah figured it was time to stop the teasing. “
Oh, I
remember now. It was… this.” She parted her lips, drawing the w
hole
of the nipple into her mouth. She began to suck upon it, quickly and gently
at
first, but gradually becoming slower and stronger, until eventually strained cries
escaped from Vanessa’s throat. A free hand reached up to claim the
neglected breast, fingers moving to pinch its tip. Vanessa’s back arched
against Sarah, pressing against her with the rhythm, until finally
Sarah’s mouth withdrew, leaving Vanessa gasping in an attempt to catch
her breath.

“Yes. It >is
you, Vanessa. You’re everything I remember.” Sarah moved closer,
whispering words hotly into her ear as one of her hands began to slowly travel
down Vanessa’s body. At that moment, it felt to Sarah like the only thing
that mattered, the only thing in the world was Vanessa, a memory more fantastic
then she could have ever imagined.

“Please, Vanessa, let me experience you again. I
want
to touch you, taste you, smell you.”

The tips of her fingers ran over the taut muscles of
Vanessa’s stomach, tracing their contours, sliding into her navel. p>

 

“I want to make love to your beautiful body, to
pleasure you.” Her palm came to rest on Vanessa's small patch of silver hair,
her fingers moving to press against Vanessa’s moist, swollen lips. &#
8220;I
want to feel myself deep inside of you, Vanessa.” Sarah’s words
sent shivers through Vanessa – shivers that were the exact response that
Sarah had hoped for.

“Sarah,” Vanessa stammered, words coming more as
a heavy breath than a voice, “please.” She paused to swallow.
“It feels so-- so--”

Sarah’s mouth moved downwards as Vanessa pleaded,
kissing Vanessa’s neck, tongue occasionally caressing her throat. Her
fingers moved to part Vanessa’s labia, a fingertip soon coming to rest gently
upon the head of her clitoris. The touch was enough to elicit a yelp from
Vanessa, one that gave way to longer, louder cries when Sarah began to
delicately rub the small nub back and forth. Vanessa’s arms reached up to
wrap around Sarah’s shoulders, pulling Sarah down with her as she fell
back to the mattress below, legs spread apart, hips thrusting forcefully with
the strokes of Sarah’s fingers.

Sarah’s fingers took the opportunity to part the
folds
further, sliding to the center of Vanessa’s wet, warm sex. They gently
traced around the soft entrance of Vanessa’s passage, fingertips slipping
ever-so-slightly inside, only to shift back a brief moment later to give more
attentions to her clit in a playful tease. It wasn’t long, though, before
they returned in full force, rubbing the surrounding flesh in strong, slow
strokes.

Vanessa caught her breath when Sarah began to push two
fingers into her, biting her lip as they began to slip deeper within her body. Sarah
moved slowly and deliberately, gradually sliding further inside of Vanessa,
savoring the sensation of being enveloped fully in her wet heat. Sarah stopped
when the full length of her fingers was pressed into Vanessa's body, stilling
as the slick walls spasmed around them.

She lifted her head to meet Vanessa’s gaze. The
other
woman was panting heavily, her cheeks visibly flushed with her arousal. Sarah’s
mouth angled towards Vanessa’s, grazing against her lips. She parted
them
further in response, allowing the two to kiss, deeply, slowly, passionately,
again. The feel of the heat of Vanessa's mouth, the slide of her tongue against
Sarah’s – they were not at all unlike the softly-throbbing dampness
now fully surrounding Sarah's fingers. Both of the sensations seemed to blur together
in Sarah's mind, a fantastic, overwhelming feeling of being fully enveloped
by
Vanessa’s warmth surging through her. Sarah’s thumb shifted upwards
to press against Vanessa’s swollen clit, feeling Vanessa’s head
jerk and her shouts echo into her throat as she rubbed it firmly. Sarah's
fingers within Vanessa began shifting only a brief moment afterwards, pressing
into and massaging the smooth, strong muscles. They slid slowly against the
wet, silky heat that tightly encompassed them, moving in steady strokes.
Vanessa’s head reared back at a particularly forceful thrust, her mouth
slipping away from Sarah’s, drawing air in heavy breaths. Her arms
wrapped even more tightly around the blonde, clenching Sarah’s body so
tightly as to be almost stifling against her own.

It was only when Sarah’s movements abruptly ceased
that Vanessa’s grasp loosened and she stared at Sarah in curiosity as
the
blonde slid from between her arms. Sarah could only smile back reassuringly
in
response, moving her entire body back while her fingers withdrew. A hand fell
upon Vanessa’s inner thigh, pushing against it gently, silently signaling
for her to move them further apart – a request with which Vanessa quickly
complied.

Sarah knelt, enclosed on both sides by Vanessa’s
open
legs, and slowly leaned forward. The scent of Vanessa’s arousal was heavy
in the air, a sweet, pungent smell that evoked delicious memories of times
past.
She paused for a moment, admiring Vanessa’s sex lying open before her,
the flushed petals of her labia glistening within a soft, silver nest. At the
very peak, her clitoris shone a deep, dark red, swollen to the point where
Sarah could practically feel its needful throb reverberating through the air.
Her fingers began to lovingly trace the folds – they were sensuous and
beautiful, a fantastic treasure for Sarah to exalt and cherish.

She was going to do just that.

Her tongue stretched forth, flickering against the aching
knot in swift, maddening strokes before suddenly switching attentions to its
sides. The jolt from the fierce stimulation snapped Vanessa’s back
upwards, shaking as though electricity was coursing all through her body. Sarah,
not expecting such a strong reaction, fought to hold her tongue in place,
finally choosing to simply wrap her lips around the over-sensitive knot and
swirl her tongue around it.g

Sarah rode out the tremors coursing through Vanessa for a
moment before she released the hold of her mouth, taking in a few long, heavy
breaths. Vanessa’s taste, the deliciously bitter tang she remembered,
was
faintly detectable on her tongue, as wonderful as it ever was. Without any
further hesitation, she slid the wet muscle to rasp hotly against
Vanessa’s thick folds, carefully lapping up the slick liquid that covered
them. Sarah quickly became aware of something pressing against her scalp,
coming to a hazy realization that it was Vanessa’s own hands attempting
to hold her in place. She paid it little mind, wanting nothing but more of
Vanessa.

It was with another wave of euphoria that Sarah’s
tongue delved deeply inside Vanessa, the fluids from within her coating it
with
her flavor. The slick walls quivered around Sarah’s tongue as she pressed
fervently against them, indulging in Vanessa from deep within. Her hands glided
upwards until she could rest her forehead on her wrists. The thumbs extended
forth, exploring eagerly until they discovered the fleshy pearl they sought, then
pressed together against its sides, rubbing in a firm but slow massage.

Vanessa’s legs pulled themselves back, trapping
Sarah’s head and arms between them. “Sarah!” Vanessa̵
7;s
voice wavered weakly. She was straining to get any words out through her cries,
bound by the tension that had overtaken her body. “Don’t stop--
please-- don’t!”

Sarah wished she could see Vanessa’s face, but the
spasms of the muscles against her face and around her tongue were more than
enough to let her know that Vanessa was getting closer to coming. The
contractions continued as her tongue continued its frenzied thrusting, each
one
faster and stronger than the last, until she knew Vanessa had crossed the point
of no return. Her thumbs pressed down, squeezing Vanessa’s clitoris
tightly between them as Sarah drove her tongue deep into Vanessa. She felt a
heavy shudder in the legs wrapped around her, and she knew that-- now--

Vanessa’s climax erupted forcefully, its sheer
strength taking Sarah by surprise. Her legs clamped together in a vicegrip
around Sarah’s head even as her fingers dug deeper into Sarah’s
scalp,
desperately trying to draw her in further still, the muscles within her
contracting frantically, begging for more. Sarah was being surrounded, crushed
by Vanessa’s powerful thighs, her entire face was being smashed against
her hot, wet sex, Vanessa’s scent and fluids were completely enveloping
her - and it felt wonderful beyond words. She could barely breathe, her head
was starting to feel light, but none of it mattered in the slightest. The only
thing was Vanessa, the woman she loved, the woman to whom she was giving the
most deeply intimate of affections. Vanessa encompassed Sarah's world
completely, her muscles spasming wildly, screaming out Sarah’s name with
a long-forgotten pleasure at her every touch - and that was the only thing
Sarah desired.

It was only when the legs clutching her head fell limp
that
Sarah’s mind began to recollect itself, the warm bliss from the
excitement still buzzing through her. Her tongue withdrew from Vanessa as she
pulled away slowly, the fingers of one hand reaching up to wipe off the viscous
fluid coating her cheeks. She felt dizzy. It took a brief moment for it to
pass,
and she made sure she had regained her sense of balance before leaning back
upwards.

She looked down upon Vanessa’s limp body, her limbs
strewn about as though she was a rag doll. Her skin was coated in a fine layer
of sweat, as were clumps of long, silver hair that had been thrown into
disarray over the course of their tryst. Her eyes were only half-open, gazing
hazily at the ceiling above as she took long, slow breaths. She didn’t
even turn her head as Sarah moved to lay beside her.

Sarah pressed the back of her hand against the heat of
Vanessa’s
cheek, a single thought circling over and over in her mind.

“I love you,” she whispered, caressing the
dark skin
tenderly. “You’re the most wonderful thing in the world,
Vanessa.”

Vanessa didn’t give a response, but Sarah wasn&#
8217;t
expecting one. She was clearly exhausted, but Sarah sensed something else about
her. Relief, perhaps?

After a moment, she leaned over slightly, brushing away the
matted bangs from Vanessa’s forehead to kiss it softly. “I̵
7;m
glad to have you back here with me.”

As she slowly lay back down again, she was surprised to hear
muted speech flowing from Vanessa’s throat.

“Sarah-- you really… do…” Vanessa’s
words trailed off as her eyes slowly snapped completely shut, the peaceful
bliss of her afterglow melting into well-deserved rest.

Sarah made sure Vanessa was sound asleep before sliding her
own hand into her undergarments, finding the throbbing nub that cried for
attention and rubbing it, hard and quick. Her own need had not been a matter of
any importance before, but it was there now, insistent. Vanessa's pleasure
was
still fresh in Sarah’s mind, and Vanessa's taste still lingered upon
her
tongue and lips. It was but a few moments before her body shuddered in a sm
all
but satisfying orgasm, Vanessa’s name sighed out as the high began to
subside.

She rolled over, her body stopping mere inches away fr
om
Vanessa’s. She was quite content, and she was sure she had helped Vanessa
take her mind off her troubles for at least a little while. Still, she knew
this wouldn’t last forever. With everything Vanessa was going through, it
would take time to work things out; Sarah was well aware that Vanessa's issues
wouldn't go away overnight. Still, at the very least Sarah could offer Vanessa
comfort and support in her time of need, just as Vanessa had done with Sarah in
the past.

As Vanessa lay next to Sarah, finally having fallen in
to a
peaceful rest, Sarah knew that at this moment, it was more than enough.

-------------------------

Sarah woke the next morning to find Vanessa sitting on
the
bed already fully dressed in jeans and a jacket. She was staring out the window
into the bright morning sky, the glassy look in her eyes showing that she was
lost deep in thought.

"Vanessa, are you feeling OK?" Sarah asked,
laying
a hand on her back.

Vanessa turned her head just enough for Sarah to see the
side of her face. "I'm...
better," she replied, the tone of her voice still noticeably subdued.

Sarah got up slowly, sliding across the bed to sit at
Vanessa's side. "I'm happy to hear that," she whispered, gently k
issing
Vanessa's cheek.

Vanessa turned towards her again, staring at her for several
seconds. Her hazel eyes shimmered in the sunlight, the confused mix of emotions
swirling within her almost visible to Sarah through them. Then, without
warning, she grabbed Sarah tightly in an embrace, her head resting against
the
blonde's shoulder as she held her close. They remained thus for what must have
been several minutes at least, not a single thing said between them. Nothing
needed to be said - they both knew the exact words that would be on the other's
lips.

They eventually broke away from each other, eyes again
meeting as they pulled apart. Vanessa smiled sweetly, the first time Sarah
had
seen since Vanessa had returned. "Thank you," she whispered.

With that, Vanessa got up and confidently walked out the
door. Sarah watched her quietly as she left the room and felt her vision begin
to blur, the emotion she held back just a few moments earlier finally bursting
forth.

"I'm so sorry, Vanessa," she sobbed, tears
beginning to run down her cheeks. "This shouldn't have happened to you
."