Intimate Details - Surf, Sand, and Sun

Chapter 7 - Day 5 (Morning)

The next day dawned bright and sunny. Rarity stirred gently beside Octavia, who opened her eyes at the gentle motion. “Good morning.” Rarity whispered, still unwilling to move.

“Morning.” Octavia returned. They were still nude from last night’s lovemaking. And it really had been lovemaking. Rarity had never felt so close to her wife as she had just last night. It had transcended simple sex, and gone past gratification. What they had done last night wasn’t servicing, or bringing one another to orgasm… It was something much more pure, and infinitely more meaningful. The memory of the breathless, almost desperate kisses, and the warm, eager touches brought a smile to Rarity’s lips. She nuzzled into Octavia’s neck warmly. Octavia smiled and kissed her cheek. “Sleep well?”

“Very. Yourself?”

“Hmm. Yeah…” Octavia rolled up onto her side, facing Rarity. They looked into one another’s eyes for a few long moments. “I love you, Rarity.”

“I love you too, Octavia.” Rarity returned. A ghost of a frown tugged at her lips. She lifted a hand to Octavia’s cheek. “Is everything okay?”

“I’m okay.” She whimpered, but tears glimmered in her eyes. One of them slipped out, and Rarity brushed it away with her thumb. Her eyes were pleading. She begged Octavia to tell her why she was crying. She didn’t say anything, but still she begged. “I’m honestly, just truly, very happy.” Octavia smiled then, nuzzling into Rarity’s hand. The tears still came, but she was smiling. “It’s been a long, strange journey, but here we are. Look at us, Rarity. A dressmaker and a cellist. Far from home, sleeping on a strange bed beside the sea, naked as the day we were born, save these rings…” Rarity’s hand was cupped by Octavia’s. The cellist gingerly grasped Rarity’s ring, bringing it up in the space between them. “Do you know why we wear rings?”

“I don’t.” Rarity whispered. Octavia was speaking her heart, and the words threatened to evoke tears. Rarity fought against crying, but ultimately failed. Happy tears slid down her cheeks, and she looked at the ring on her finger, held up between their faces.

“It’s infinite.” Octavia said quietly. “It goes around and around, with no end.” Octavia’s amber eyes peeled away from the ring to look back at Rarity. “Just like my love. I love you, Rarity. Not for a day, not for a week, or even a year. I love you forever.” Octavia kissed her then. It was a simple kiss, with no real emotion behind it. It was a kiss a mother would have given her daughter, or even a kiss two friends might have shared. But between the two of them, worlds of emotion were shared. Rarity could almost see it then, their future… She saw happiness. There was laughter and joy to be had, enough for ten lifetimes. There was contentment, too. Long, quiet nights spent in one another’s arms. There was separation; duties to fulfill, and work to be done. Loneliness.

There was even sadness. Anger. Rarity felt suffering. Pain. She could have cried. But there was someone there to wipe away her tears, to kiss her and make her feel happy again. To make love to her, and hold her when she was scared. And she would hold that person too, when they cried or when they felt scared. There was happiness in their life, yes, but pain and suffering as well. There would be loss in their life, and fights, and disagreement. But they would share those things. The pain, the happiness, the anger, the joy… Rarity would never be alone again; no matter what it was they shared. That was what their vows had meant to one another.

She saw it then. Her ring and Octavia’s, side-by-side. They made a figure eight. Two lives, two loves, never-ending.

Infinite.