Fool for Love

Disclaimers: These characters were created entirely by me. Please do not use them or repost this story without permission. This story features dark themes, mildly naughty language and a loving and sexual relationship between women.

Love makes you do crazy things. The kind of things you would never have imagined yourself doing in a million years. It changes absolutely everything. One day, you go to bed a completely normal, sane individual. The next day, you wake up a blithering idiot with visions of forever dancing in your head. Still, as mental illnesses go, this one ain’t half-bad. If you happen to come down with one of the purest strains, though, it’s terminal. I discovered that little fact about three months ago.

It was late October --- my favorite time of year. The days were still warm enough, but there was a definite bite to the air at night. It was the perfect time for a weekend trip up the coast. I had booked a room at a little inn near Inverness. Coyote Ugly, or something like that. No, wait. That’s the movie where the chicks dance on top of the bar. The name of the inn was The Dancing Coyote. Hey, I was close before.

We were set to leave home early Friday morning. I had taken the weekend off from work, and Faith was playing hooky. She was in the house, checking to make sure everything was turned off and locked up tight. I was waiting outside by the car and trying not to hyperventilate. See, I had plans for this weekend. Big, big plans.

The front door flew open and I hurriedly leaned my elbow against the hood of the car. I tried to assume my most innocent expression. I may have even started to whistle. Faith eyed me, suspicion evident in the arch of one perfect blonde eyebrow.

“Okay. What are you up to?”

I grinned at her like a lunatic. “Nothing. Are we ready to go?”

Faith’s eyes narrowed as she walked around to the passenger’s side of the car. She paused and stared at me over the roof.

“So you’re not gonna tell me?”

Fortunately, I was a master at the art of dodge and evade. I slid behind the wheel without meeting her gaze.

“There’s nothing to tell,” I said.

I could still feel her eyes burning a hole into the side of my head as we pulled out of the driveway. She didn’t let up until we had reached the end of the street. Finally, she sighed and turned on the radio. That was her way of conceding defeat. For the moment, anyway. I knew she wouldn’t let the matter rest forever. This was going to be trickier than I had thought. She brought the subject up again while I was navigating a winding stretch of Highway 1.

“Kara, you’re being way too quiet. It’s creepy. Tell me what’s going on.”

The conversation was about to become as treacherous as the highway.

“For the last time, Faith! Nothing is going on,” I said a bit more harshly than I had intended. I softened my tone. “I just really need to concentrate on the road right now, baby.”

Lucky for me, she decided not to press the issue any further. I knew if she kept badgering me, I would crack. I had never been very good at keeping secrets, and this one was huge. Even bigger than the time I broke down and told Miss Morgan that Stacy Longaker stole the milk money from her desk. This was way bigger than that, and I needed tonight to be a surprise.

Faith let me drive in peace until we had almost reached the inn. Then, without warning, she slid her hand up my thigh. I damn near missed the turn.

“You’re so easy,” she said, a sultry chuckle bubbling up from her throat.

I couldn’t stop myself from grinning back. She was right. I was easy when it came to her. I looked at her then, with the sunlight shining on her hair. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, but I could have sworn she was glowing.

“You’re so beautiful, Faith. I love you,” I said, making her blush.

She slapped my hand playfully. “Oh, hush. Go get us checked in. I have to pee.”

You might think that would ruin the mood, but it didn’t. I cherished every moment with her. Even the moments when she had to pee. I leaned over to give her a peck on the cheek.

“Be right back.” I winked at her as I got out of the car.

Checking in only took a few minutes. I made sure that everything was ready for later, then I took Faith to our room. It was exactly as I had pictured it. Perfect. Faith seemed to think so too. She squealed in delight as she examined the fireplace, the outdoor shower, and the gorgeous view of the water.

“Kara, look at this. The shower is outside,” she said as she stepped out onto the deck.

“Yep. It sure is,” I replied.

“Won’t it get cold?”

I gave her a wicked smirk. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll keep you warm.”

I expected her to have a witty comeback for me. Instead, she turned to me, and the scorching desire in her eyes turned my knees to warm Jell-O. I nearly melted into a great big puddle at her feet. She held out her hand, and I took it.

“Maybe we should test it out,” she suggested, nodding at the shower. “See how long the hot water lasts.”

I’m happy to report that the water heater lasted longer than we did. Much later, we were wrapped in fluffy towels and lounging on the bed. Faith practically purred as I carefully ran a comb through her damp, tangled hair. I was tempted to cancel our dinner reservations. Staying in suddenly sounded like a lot more fun. But I stuck to the plan.

We went out to eat at a romantic little seafood restaurant that a friend had recommended to me. Faith wore a new black dress that hugged every single one of her curves. I couldn’t concentrate on the food or the conversation, but if she noticed, she didn’t say anything.

By the time we got back to the inn, my palms were sweating, my chest was tight, and I was seriously considering either passing out or throwing up. I did neither. Faith had the room key because I am forever losing things like that. So, I stood back and waited while she opened the door. She took one step inside and stopped in her tracks.

‘Yes,’ I silently exulted. While we were gone, the staff at the inn had built a nice, roaring fire and delivered a bottle of champagne on ice. As Faith stood there, stunned, I squeezed past her and retrieved the single, long-stemmed rose from the bed.

“For you,” I whispered.

She took it from me and lifted it to her nose with a trembling hand. Gently, I led her out to the deck. Wrapping my arms around her, I drew her close to me, and she rested her cheek against my shoulder. Here, away from the city, we could actually see the stars. The air was crisp, but not cold, and the moon was shining on the water. It was as if Mother Nature herself was in on my plan. Faith and I stood there like that for a long time without speaking. Finally, I took a deep breath, summoned my courage, and took a step backwards.

“I brought you here for a special reason,” I began. I had rehearsed this a thousand times, but now the words were sticking in my throat.

“When we met, I was so lost. Then you came along and made everything all right. You made me forget about all the horrible yesterdays and believe in all our tomorrows.”

Faith’s eyes widened as I slowly sank to one knee. I fumbled in my pocket for the diamond ring I had picked up the week before. It sparkled almost as brightly as her smile.

“Faith Jacqueline Wilson, I love you with everything that I have. You are my heart, my soul, and my guiding light. And if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make your dreams come true. I would be incredibly honored if you would be my wife.”

I held my breath as the split second of silence seemed to last for ages. Faith’s lips moved, but I couldn’t hear her over the blood roaring in my ears.

“What?” I whispered.

Faith laughed softly. The sound sent a warm, peaceful feeling cascading over me, and I knew she was going to make me the happiest woman on the face of the Earth.

“I said, yes. Kara Marie Pavlovich, I would love to be your wife.”

I could scarcely believe what I was hearing. Yes. She said yes. The most beautiful and perfect woman had just said yes to my marriage proposal, and now I was speechless and paralyzed. I knelt there before her, numb. I had been practicing the asking part in my head for weeks, but somehow all my carefully laid plans hadn't included what to do after she gave her answer. The ring was still in my hand, and I stared at it blankly. What should I do with it, I wondered?

Faith's hand on my face brought me back to reality. She gently stroked my cheek with her thumb. She gazed into my eyes and smiled at me. And all rational thought fled from my brain again.

"I think this is the part where you put the ring on my finger," she said, holding out her hand.

Struck mute, I simply nodded and did as I was told. I slid the gold band onto her finger. The diamond winked at me in the firelight, mesmerizing me.

"You know, I could get used to having you down there. On your knees, I mean." Faith's throaty whisper snapped me out of my trance in a hurry. I knew that tone.

She was still smiling down at me and a familiar, wicked twinkle danced in her eyes. My throat went dry, though I felt a sudden surge of wetness elsewhere. We had been lovers for nearly a year, but I had never wanted her more. Part of me wanted to rip her clingy black dress off with my teeth and ravish her until she screamed for mercy. The rest of me, the part that wasn't stuck in the Cro-Magnon era, wanted this night to last forever. I resolved to be slow and gentle, as if this were our very first time together. It took a lot of self-restraint.

I rose slowly, letting my fingertips slide from her thighs to her hips. She reached for the buttons on my silk shirt, but I grabbed her hands and raised them to my lips.

"Not yet, love," I whispered. I was determined to make this night special. For both of us.

I kissed her palm, darting the tip of my tongue out to taste the faintly salty skin. Faith shuddered. Now she was the speechless one. Letting go of her hands, I leaned in to capture her lips. The kiss was soft and slow. I teased her at first, nibbling tenderly on her lower lip before sliding my tongue into her mouth. I could still taste the smoky cabernet she'd had with dinner. As we lost ourselves in the kiss, I slid my hands around her smooth back and unzipped her dress. I lowered the straps from her shoulders. Faith growled at me when I broke the kiss.

"Hey, I was enjoying that," she protested.

My lips curled into the lazy smile that she found so irresistible. I winked at her. "Be patient. You'll enjoy this even more."

"Promise?" Faith asked, closing her eyes as I dropped to my knees once more, pulling her dress down with me.

She stepped out of the puddle of fabric. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at her, entranced by the sight. She hadn't told me that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. There I was, on my knees again, staring right at what I wanted the most. My self-control was slipping.

I stood and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling our bodies together. Without breaking the contact between us, I eased her back towards the bed. She settled back and I stretched out beside her. Hungry, I crushed my lips against hers, demanding and receiving entrance to her warm depths. I slipped downward, nipping and sucking at the juncture between her shoulder and neck, as my hand moved up to cup one of her breasts. She moaned softly, her nipple hardening against my palm.

“God, I love you so much, Faith," I murmured against the skin of her throat.

“I love you too, Kara,” she whispered back.

With one smooth motion, I straddled her stomach. Faith groaned as she felt my wetness sliding against her skin. She groaned again, louder, as I leaned forward and dipped my tongue into her cleavage. She closed her eyes, losing herself in pleasure as my fingers traced slow, languid circles around her nipples. I scooted backwards, shuddering as the motion created friction between my legs.

“I love you, Faith. Forever.”

My lips closed over a hardened peak, teeth lightly grazing against the sensitive flesh, and Faith could only respond with an incoherent moan. Drawing her into my mouth, I licked and sucked, slowly at first, then with increasing ardor. After an eternity, I switched breasts, repeating the process until Faith’s breath was coming in short gasps.

“Not yet, love. We haven’t even gotten to the good part,” I teased.

“Oh god,” Faith groaned as I kissed my way down the length of her body. “Is this how it’s gonna be every night?”

“For the rest of our lives,” I promised.

I meant it too. I wanted so many things for us. Things that I couldn’t seem to vocalize at the moment. So I decided to show her instead.

I positioned myself between Faith’s knees and nibbled at the soft flesh just below her navel. I could taste my own desire on her skin. She quivered as my fingernails gently raked her inner thighs, and I knew she was already on the brink. I slid lower, probing and tasting until I found what I was looking for. I felt her sharp intake of breath as I parted her thighs wider. Then her hands gripped the sheet beneath her as I sucked her throbbing clit into my mouth. My own need intensified until I thought I would burst from the sheer pleasure of loving her. I circled the engorged flesh with my tongue, massaging it until she was trembling uncontrollably and her head thrashed from side to side. Dipping lower still, I ran my tongue around her opening and slowly slid inside. I moved in and out, slowly, steadily, as my thumb replaced the pressure on her clit. I wanted to drink from her until I drowned.

I was about to take her over the edge when Faith’s hands in my hair stopped me. Reluctantly, I left the feast laid out before me and raised my head. She was gazing down at me with such profound love shining in her eyes. It took my breath away. With one finger, she beckoned to me.

“I want to feel you too, Kara. I want to do this together.”

I couldn’t say no to that. I didn’t want to say no to that. I moved back up her body and reclaimed her lips as I settled myself on her thigh. We both shivered at the contact. Her eyes locked with mine, and she nodded. My hand trailed down her body, sliding through the evidence of our love. As she set the rhythm, I slid two fingers inside her. Her inner muscles contracted around me as we moved together. The pressure inside me climbed as I ground myself against her, and I could tell that she was nearing her own release. When both of us were trembling and I could feel her squeezing me even tighter, I added a third finger. Faith arched her back and we screamed out each other’s name in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through us.

I collapsed on top of her, exhausted and completely at peace. She kissed me thoroughly, and I knew she could taste herself on my lips. My fingers were still buried deep inside her and I was in no hurry to remove them. Finally, I withdrew them and held her tight while a series of smaller aftershocks shook her.

Once she had caught her breath, Faith pulled her head back and regarded me seriously. I was surprised to see tears in her eyes. I was even more surprised to feel tears burning in mine. In all the times that we had made love, neither of us had ever cried. I stroked her cheek.

“Is it, baby?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. I don’t know. I just love you so damn much, Kara.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. With everything I have.”

She rested her head against my chest. I knew she was falling asleep. Strangely enough, I was still wide-awake, even after exerting all that energy.

“Promise me something, Kara. Promise me you’ll never leave me.”

I kissed the top of her head. “Never.”

She was already asleep. I lay awake for a long time after that. I couldn’t quite get used to this feeling. I was actually happy. Content. At peace with the world. I wished we could stay like that forever.