I had reached between her legs to touch her, and she had whispered, “Are you with me? I feel you are, so much.”
“I’m in every way, so with you.”
“We won’t wait now. I love you.”
And my body had flushed with heat, and I’d craved her pinning me under her, controlling my pleasure. Her touch inside me had begun to burn out of my control. Her breath faster had matched my own. She had held me fast – like lightning – against an arcing curve of pleasure that had shot through me. Unleashed, we’d made love until the last of it. . . had we had slowed, saying goodbye to it in soft sighs and moans.
Wales. Years ago, we had been so in love. . .
Dana’s Hospital Room – Tina
“Alice, what I can do for you? You’ve been here a long time. Tomorrow do you want me to be come in the morning for you?”
“Sure. Yes, tomorrow would be fine, there’s an errand I do need to run.”
“You know just ask us for anything. Bette’s coming back today. She’ll be here for you, too, and for Dana.”
“You sounded for a minute like you two were still together.” Alice looked up at me as she rubbed the lotion I had brought into Dana’s thin arm.
“No, meeting Henry later to take the kids to the park.”
“So what do the doctors say today?” I switch subjects.
“The infection is bad, and no changes yet. They’re giving her the same antibiotics as yesterday.”
“I guess it’s all chemistry now. Trying to fight the invaders.” I brush my hand against Dana’s cheek. Her eyes flutter. She knows I’m here.
I mouthed silently to Alice. “Did you call her parents?”
She shakes her head, “No.”
I nod. It became so complicated last time Dana was here, yet another nonsensical barrier along the road to gay partnerships and rights and who is family when the state and the laws speak for you. But I had agreed after that fiasco when Bette had said we should spend the $400 to file the legal paperwork everywhere Joyce had told us to file so that if I were ever in here or she was the other would not be stoned away from information and decisions there was no one else we would ever want to make for us or our daughter.
“Where is Lara, Alice?”
“I don’t know. I’ve tried to find her and I’ve left messages. Maybe she has a new number while she’s in France?”
“Could be. Well, keep trying, I guess.”
“I will. So, how are things at Helena’s studio? What’s it called again?”