Sapphic Blur
One of my favourite vignettes. Intimate but not quite explicit. Everything just up to that final moment, just before uncertainty becomes certainty.
Her hands in mine. Our faces inches from each other. The air between us electric. Not in a "we're absorbed in romance" kind of way. It's winter in the mountains. The air is thin, cold, and dry, literally desperate to create an actual electric spark between us.
Glistening is an excellent word to describe her eyes. I'm not sure if it's something in the air -- she has pretty bad allergies -- or if she's on the verge of tears waiting for what we both know is coming. Or worse. Maybe she's preparing to cry because she's not happy to be here. But she is smiling.
My lips curl into a welcoming bow. She should know we're on the same page. I am certain of it at this point. I want us to be close. Too close. I want her tangled up in me so tightly that we can't tell where the lines between us should be drawn. And I want that forever.
It's likely she can see it in my expression. Hers changes. Still smiling, but there's something else there. Is it desire? Is it want? Is it hunger? My insides tumble at the thought. But maybe it's something else?
"What's on your mind, beautiful?" Her words are a husky whisper, and I feel the same twisting, fluttering, bursting feeling as the first time I met her. "Is this too much? I can end the misery any time. All you need is to close the gap, and I'll take it from there."
"And if I want more? More than passion, more than kissing, closer than close." I haven't voiced that desire before, but she should know that's how I feel. "Are you prepared to 'take it' from here to fulfil all the desires I've ever had? All the desires I have for us."
She moves closer. Just barely. Only enough that I notice, not enough that I'm certain it happened. "But what if my desires eclipse yours? Are you prepared to give me everything I could ever want?" The husky whisper has morphed into something else, and I feel exposed. Like a field mouse or a rabbit or something equally helpless about to be held in the jaws of a vixen claiming her prize. "What then, princess?"
"Then?" My mind is short-circuiting. Fitting for the buzzing electricity between us. I release her hands and change positions. Actively putting myself far closer than we've ever been. I can feel the static building. I shouldn't have let go of her hand. But here I was, and here I would stay. Close enough to feel her breath. Almost enough to hear her heart. "Then I let you devour me. I let myself be given over to whatever terror rests deep within you."
"Good answer." She closes the gap, and our lips touch. The spark is unsurprising, but it hurts. Even so, I am lost in her kiss entirely before I can fully process the sensation.
The rest of the night was a sapphic blur. And I think it changed me.