"I don't get to do this much, to touch another person, or to talk to her."I don't get to do this much, to touch another person, or to talk to her. Oenone..." Her eyes were wide and sad and hopeful. "Would you make love to me?" Oenone returned the touch, two fingers tracing along Fawn's collarbone. "I always wondered how I would thank you if I ever met you again." "I can't think of a better way," the brown-haired girl replied, her eyes smiling. "Neither can I." Oenone leaned over and kissed Fawn, her lips meeting soft warm flesh that she felt she never wanted to let go, even knowing that eventually she would have to. And part they did, Oenone looking down into Fawn's eyes. Oenone tried to organize her feelings and failed; she couldn't reconcile the feeling that she was the older, more experienced woman, knowing that Fawn had to be much older, much more different, than she. "Fawn, come with me to the pool," she suggested. Fawn nodded. Oenone tool Fawn's hand in her own and led her out of the command center, down a hallway and into the rock-carved grotto, a plant-lined room with a large, warmed pool as its centerpiece. She slid into the water, sighing gently as she did so. Fawn followed. Oenone touched Fawn's shoulder gently, turning the smaller woman to face her. "Fawn, can I ask you a favor, since you're asking me for one?" "Anything. |