Copyright ©2003 Maureen L Reardon
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The flames were flickering brightly; As If Dancing with life. The fireplace had already captured the heat from the fire. Ryan was sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace leaning back on the edge of the couch. Ryan sipped a cup of coffee slowly, allowing the aromatic vapors to fill her senses. All of Ryan's senses were accepting what the evening offered; the heat of the fire, the dancing shadows enhanced by the flames, the excellent coffee, and of course Denise. She was still in the shower, most likely trying to rinse the conditioner out of her hair. Ryan loved her hair. Loved to touch it, smell it, and to brush it for her. She took such good care of her herself. Smelling of peaches, an appropriate scent, as she was a peach herself, soft, yet firm, ripe with the sweetness of my favorite southern fruit. Her hair flowed down her back ending deep in the small of her back. Seeing her naked from behind always left Ryan short of breath as her beauty snatched it away from her. Ryan never tired of looking at Denise.
Ryan gaze and thoughts shifted from the fire and its warmth to the big window facing the lake, sun already below the horizon with traces of daylight fading into the wide expanse of water to the West. Denise had been on Ryan's mind most of the day, not unlike almost every day since she met her. Things had been tough for her lately; demanding job, demanding home life, and decisions about both that weighed heavier still. Ryan was filled with satisfaction that Denise chose her to be with to find the necessary distraction to save her sanity. Ryan knew they could not be together as often as they would both want, but knew their friendship would survive whatever life dealt to either of them. Within limitations Ryan loved her, and she loved her. Within some limits was an element of safety she needed, a constancy of a loving friend, the distance of commitment as she sorted out her life. Within those limits they shared a love and a passion few would ever find.
Wrapped in Ryan's thick terry cloth robe she continued to sip the coffee as she waited for her to join her by the fire. They had made love for hours earlier in the afternoon with evening creeping up on them without notice. Ryan's shower had relaxed her to the point of giving in to the pull of the fire, and the coffee, to contented sleep. The warmth of the room hastened the effects of the coffee as her eyes closed, giving in to her contentment.
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