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Title:
Funny Shapes or Rounds
Author: CN Winters
Rating: PG-13
(adult themes and some language)
Genre: Lovey
Dovey
Pairing: You'll
see
Summary: Morning
musing and love of two lovers enjoying the 'morning after'...
until a daughter interrupts with a breakfast request.
Author
Note: After I
saw the final 'double Lewis/Cooper wedding' episode this story
popped in my head and I had to write it down.
Standard Disclaimer Ahead: Guiding Light is a
product of Proctor & Gamble (like Tide, Charmin and Olay),
and appears on CBS at the time of writing this. The characters
are the creative property of the show and its producers –
I’m just borrowing 'em.
Funny Shapes or Rounds
You feel so soft. So warm. I
could stay like this all day - naked and tangled up with the
sheets barely covering us. Last night was just…incredible.
It was a first for me and I’m glad I was able to share it
with you. Of all the people in the world…I’m so glad it
was you. You have a heart that’s just…It’s GOOD and it’s
noble and I know that anything you want in this life you could
have. I feel so grateful that it’s me you want.
I know people think we’re
mismatched. They wonder, "What could they possibly have
in common?" The truth is, you and I are very much alike,
besides the fact we’re both great in bed. Of course, a lover
is only as good as her partner and it takes two to really make
things work. And God do we WORK. Give and take, the ebb and
flow, the tit for tat. Lord above, I don’t think I’ve ever
had a lover who makes me feel so contented yet…so ravenous…
at the same time.
Lying here, right now, I
wish we had done this sooner – taking you to my bed. Why
didn’t I do this sooner?! You’re so beautiful and I am
proud that you love me. I really…I should have brought you
to my bed before last night. But better late than never,
right? At least that’s what my daughter says.
Just look at this beautiful
completion. Erghh, I’m sorry. I don’t want to wake you,
but my hands seem to have a mind of their own – I just need
to touch you. Even though you’re trying to fight becoming
alert, it’s a losing battle, isn’t it, Sweetheart?
I can already see your right
dimple starting to take shape – the feel of my fingertips
gliding across your bare skin starts to make your body come
alive, doesn’t it? Even in sleep, I manage to put a smile on
your face…and that makes me smirk. For the first time, I
finally feel joy.
The reason I’m so happy is
you.
I know your friends think I’m
all wrong for you. They think you can do better, but I’m
glad you don’t think that. And Reva O’Neil. Argggg… Even
if you are younger, who cares? I don’t. You don’t. And
that’s all that matters. She should just keep her damn
opinions to herself.
"Morning."
I love hearing that smile in
your sleepy voice.
"Morning. Did you sleep
well?"
"Yes, what little sleep
I got," you answer with a sexy timbre to your voice that
drives me wild. "That dress with the plunging neckline,
the one that clung in all the right places…damn, that was
just too irresistible."
"I wore it for
you."
"Did you now?" That
sexy smirk of hers is too much.
"Uh huh."
"We should go to more
weddings together."
I love it when you claim my
lips without asking, with no apologies, and the feeling that
your lips are now invoking in me are starting to move beyond
sexual attraction. I know the truth. I’ve fallen for you…
hard.
"So," you begin to
say as you pull away slightly. "How are YOU doing? You
seemed a little nervous last night."
"Truth is, last night
was…the first time," I confess. She’s raising her
eyebrow, giving me that skeptical look that I love.
"I mean here, at the house. The first time we’ve been
together at the house. The concept of you and me seems…
well, it seems real now…"
She gives me a bright smile
and I…melt…I just melt.
"How about I make you
breakfast to celebrate the ‘realness’ of us?" she
offers.
"Can I have you for
breakfast instead?"
Her laugh is deep and
throaty, and I adore it.
"No," she replies.
Damn it. "Right now I’m hungry for food, but you
can have me for brunch. How’s that?"
I like that offer.
"Mom?" I hear my
daughter call from the other side of the door before I can
reply. "It’s kinda late and you’re not up yet. Are
you okay in there?"
Deep breathes. Deep
breathes. Deep breathes. Be confident. You’ve done nothing
wrong. "We’re
fine, Honey. We’re just getting a late start today, that’s
all."
"We?" I hear her
say with a questioning tone. "Oh, oh," she stumbled
and I have to grin.
"You’re bad," my
lover whispers and slaps my arm, although there is a touch of
admiration in her voice.
"I’m sorry," my
daughter starts again. "I’m, uh, I’m-."
"Can you give us ten
minutes?"
"You know what? Take
all the time you need! I’m, uh, I’m gonna start some, uh,
pancakes. Yeah, so just, uh, come down when you’re
ready."
By the sound of those quick
footsteps, I’d say she’s scurrying pretty fast.
"Doris, are you still
okay?" my lover asks. "With me being here, I
mean?"
"Most definitely."
God, her lips are so soft
again, and she practically liquefies in my embrace. I need to
stop this. Think Doris. Think. Your daughter is waiting with
pancakes. Any more and you’ll lose control.
"I don’t want to
cause you problems," she says with a sincerity that just
about makes my heart burst.
"Ashlee says she wants
in. And you’re a part of my life." Don’t
look at her. Avoid the rejection you’re gonna see because
she could never feel the way you feel. She’s -.
"Doris Wolfe." Even
her fingers feel soft under my chin. "I’m honored
to be a part of your life."
"Really?"
She snorts. "Do you
have any idea how long I’ve wanted to spend the night
here?" I honestly don’t. "Since I knew I
didn’t want any other woman in my life."
"And when was
that?" I grin, finding my confidence again.
"Third date."
"Not the first?"
"Oh, heck no. Mini-golf
is not a prelude to hot sex."
"Jamanda Weeks, I wasn’t
looking for hot sex."
"Liar."
"Okay, I was." Again,
her laugh is infectious. "BUT I wanted to get to know
you first."
"And it was the third
date that I got to know YOU. I thought you were just taking me
to Wavery Point because no one would see us together way out
there. But when you told me it was the one place you go to get
away from everything, ever since high school when you didn’t
quite fit in, well…you won me – hook, line and
sinker."
God, she makes me smile so
much. "I’m
pretty ensnared myself here."
"Really?"
"Yes, really." How
can she ask that? "You’re wonderful. And I want you
to get to know Ashlee, and my friends, well, what few friends
I have."
"Like Olivia and
Natalia?"
"Yes." Uh oh.
What does that look mean? "You don’t like
them?"
"I like Natalia. We
worked at Towers together. She was always very soft-spoken;
sweet. Olivia seems…"
Here it comes.
"What?"
"So not Natalia’s
type."
"Pot calling the kettle
here, hmm?"
I love it when she gives up
the fight and tosses her hands in the air. Especially when she’s
naked. It makes those perky boobs of hers shake.
"Point taken, Madam
Mayor," she says as she snuggles against my shoulder.
"Point taken."
++++
"Ready?" she asks.
Damn, she looks good in my
white robe. All those curls falling over her shoulders against
the terry cloth…She’s exquisite.
"Yes." Her
hands are still so soft, although she does a lot of manual
labor at Towers. Speaking of…
"I’m glad you came
here after your shift last night."
"I told you. That dress
was irresistible."
God, I’m blushing. She’s
making me blush. I wonder if I can make this go away by the
time we reach the kitchen… Well, I guess not. Ashlee can see
I’m blushing, that’s great. Just go with it, Doris. She
wanted to know about your life, get to meet important people,
so on and so forth. Just… introduce her again.
"Ashlee, you’ve met
Jamanda."
"Hi," as she waves
to my lover, I can see she’s nervous. "It’s nice to
meet you… again. I, uh, I thought you had to go to work last
night."
"I did, but your mom
asked me to come back after my shift."
"Oh! Not that I’m
complaining or anything. I’m not. I mean you can come
whenever you like. Come to the house I mean, not…Look, I’ve
got no problem with you…you know…with Doris-Mom. I just…How
old are you? Sorry, don’t answer that. I’m just…I’m
not used to seeing my mom be…"
"A lesbian?"
"A human," she
answers and gives a short snort. "Obviously, I know she’s
human, and she’s not heartless. It’s just that…I’ve
never seen…"
"Her with a
woman?"
"With anyone… But
this is not bad. It’s not. It’s just…unnerving, I
guess."
You gotta jump in here.
"I’m not trying to upset you, Ashlee."
"I’m not upset, Mom.
Really. I’m just not used to seeing you… happy. But I like
it." Ashlee has one of the best smiles in the world.
"So Jamanda," she continues. "Funny shapes or
rounds."
"Excuse me?"
"Your pancakes. It’s
one of the few things that Dor-my Mom showed me how to cook. I
can make them in funny shapes or perfect rounds."
I like seeing two of the
most important women in my life smiling at each other.
"Rounds please."
"Coming right up."
I gotta hand it to you kid.
You’re taking this much better than I expected.
"So Ashlee, your mom
tells me you’re a writer."
"Yeah, kind of. I mean,
I just completed a book with Blake Marler, the local
publisher, but it’s not that big of a deal."
Not a big deal?!
"Buzz Cooper would tell that story differently. He went
on and on about how proud he was of you."
Why she gives that casual
shrug is beyond me? She did a great job. She finished Coop’s
masterpiece and saved Company in the process.
"Are you in college
now?" my lover asks.
"No, but I’ve got a
friend who wants to go to Berkeley. I’d love to go too, but
it’s not an easy school to get into. Their writing program
though is phenomenal."
I love watching my daughter
and my lover continue their conversation, and I enjoy seeing
how well they’re getting along. I love beholding the true
joy on her face as she steals glances my way, showing her
acceptance. The longer I sit and listen to them the more I
realize it will be a busy day.
Everyone has dreams. Even
Ashlee… It's time to let her go. I’ll have lots of calls
to California to make.
The End
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