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During dinner Sofie had looked at her as if to ask her if she was ready, but she shook her head. Marion had kept asking her questions, they had talked about nature and other things she had never heard of. So she had felt herself sinking slowly. 

Marion had mentioned in the livingroom how cold it was getting, Harrald sat down in front of the woodstove, started the process of lighting a fire inside it. Sofie it seemed had gravitated towards it holding her hand, she looked at Runa with large eyes and a wide smile.
“Can we sit in front of the fire for a bit?” She asked so excitedly, her adorable face made her cheeks prickle. She had nodded and let herself be dragged along, Once Harrald got the fire going and closed the woodstove, Sofie sat down on her knees and stared at it slowly spreading beneath two logs of wood. Runa sat down behind her, placed her legs on either side of her and stroked her shoulder. She looked over at her parents who stared down at her from the sofa, smiling at them. Runa barred her eyes open at them, they looked away and turned on the TV, the news was on. Sofie sat down on her rear and crossed her legs, leaned her back against her before she sighed happily. Runa felt her stomach flutter and her spine beam, the fire in front of them burned hot, warmed up her face so comfortably she started smiling. She lifted her arm, moved all of Sofie’s long wavy hair from one side to the other, and pressed her nose and lips against it. She then put both her hands around her and held at her tummy, and stroked it gently over her dark blue tanktop. The moment she got here it seemed, whatever large baggy garment she had worn at school that day came right off. She must be quite comfortable around her and her parents. The notion warmed her spine up more. Sofie leaned her head back, lifted her skinny hand and pressed it on the opposite cheek of herself, while she groaned happily in a whisper. In return she couldn’t help but stroke her face against her neck while blushing. It was thin, pale and elegant, just like the rest of her. She was so soft, warm and sweet smelling, it made her stomach flutter again. She smiled, but then her innards fell into themselves again.

Slowly like a light drawing nearer, images of the impending uncomfortable conversation played out. She considered doing it tomorrow just so Sofie didn’t get to hear all the details, and so she didn’t have to hold her while sobbing yet another time. But then she remembered and sighed hard, right, tomorrow.

From now on she reckoned, Thursdays would be the worst. She’d be lucky if she got to see her in the morning, timing it perfectly was difficult. Sofie didn’t have much time between her bus arriving and first class starting half past eight. Runa frowned her brows still with her face against her neck, and lost her focus in the fire for a bit. It burned in such a warm color, flaming and swaying so calmly like a living thing. 

“I think it’s ingrained in us to be drawn to fire.” Sofie said quietly, stroked her cheek again. It felt correct, she nodded against her skin and sighed.
“Yeah, that sounds about right.” She replied. Sofie’s voice was so deep and soft, like a beautiful tone constantly lingered in her throat. It ached in her chest, tomorrow she’d miss her so much. But Sofie was going straight home after school, she’ll eat at home with her family, then she’ll go to her singing lesson in the early evening. They’d meet up after her own boxing practice. Maybe they’d dare to kiss at that bus stop, for just a few minutes tops, before Harrald would arrive to pick her up. She sighed hard once more, and felt it spike in her chest. It wouldn’t be nearly enough. Another schoolday like this, and not much comfort to receive after. Just like before they met, her eyes opened wide while looking at the flames. Though it was just for one day, on Friday she assumed they’d hang out again. Everything really had changed. She felt Sofie move her head to the side, she started kissing her right cheek gently before whispering into her ear:
“You okay?” A soft bolt made her spine shiver, she smiled for a moment before relaxing her face in mellow sadness again.
“Yeah I just.. don’t want the rest of today to end.” Sofie sighed and kissed her cheek again, before she lifted her other hand and picked gently at the curls behind it.
“Oh Runa.” She whispered sullenly back. “Me neither.” Runa moved her head to the side, and faced her pretty blue eyes looking at her with compassion, the tips of their noses met. Runa sighed hard again.
“I’m gonna miss you so much tomorrow, I’ll barely get to see you.” Sofie moved both her soft hands on her cheeks and stroked them with her thumbs.
“Maybe I can stay behind at school for a while? There are other buses, I just have to be home by dinner.” She whispered back further, her suggestion was heartwarming. They had looked over each other’s class schedule before dinner. Except on Wednesdays when Sofie’s day ended a quarter before her own, theirs matched surprisingly well. Unfortunately that also meant Thursdays were long for them both, ending not long before three o’clock. Buses drove slower too. As well as stopping at every stop, Sofie needed extra time to get home in time. 

She was so sweet and kind, Runa stared at her in awe yet again. It kept dawning on her again and again as if she forgot, just how much she cared. She lifted her bulky hand from her belly, stroked her bangs behind her ear, before resting it on her upper throat and lower jaw beneath her ear.
“Can you? Maybe we can hide somewhere and kiss?” She whispered while looking down at her full beautiful lips, her stomach fluttered again. She felt her cheeks warming up by the fire, and her ever deepening crush on her, Sofie grinned and looked down, tilted her head with a pink blush.
“Kiss, hug, talk. Whatever you need, beautiful.” She whispered in a smug tone, Runa leaned her head back and chuckled just a bit too loudly. Her cheeks burned hot along with her spine. She understood why Sofie liked being called that so much, every time she heard it, it ignited her soul with bliss. Sofie grinned sweetly back at her, and moved her hand back and stroked the curls in her neck, making her lean closer to her again. She sighed softly in her breath and continued, still in a gentle whisper:
“I’ll look at the bus table in the library, and we can always hide in that bathroom again.” Runa grinned widely while the tips of their noses touched, even if it was for only ten or so minutes it’d make such a difference. She nodded eagerly as a response to her brilliant suggestion, stroking her cheek firmly with her left hand.
“You’d really stay in that horrible place for me?” She asked ironically just a bit louder, Sofie lifted her brows and nodded while looking down at her mouth.
“I’d stay anywhere with you.” She whispered softly. Runa sighed gently with a hot breath, and leaned in slowly. The moment their lips met she felt her spine tremble with heat, she gasped silently and moved her own lips back against hers, under and over and against them she did it so carefully and soundlessly. Her cheeks burned hot now, both by the fire outside, and within. 

She leaned back, bit her lower lip and looked over at her parents sitting on the sofa. Marion seemed focused on the TV, but Harrald looked down at her for just a moment and lifted his brows amused. She tightened her face, feeling embarrassed she turned around to Sofie again, and said fast:
“We should go upstairs.” Sofie giggled wonderfully with her rolling laughter, made her insides mush and melt. Then she nodded eagerly, still with pink cheeks and stood up. Runa got up beside her, gave one final glance at her parents before grabbing Sofie’s hand. They both smiled at her, though it was nice they were happy for them, it still made her cringe a little. 

They ran up the stairs hand in hand, when they reached the top Sofie kissed her cheek and said in a sigh:
“We should do our homework, before we forget.” Runa pulled her close and groaned.
“Noo, let’s forget.” She commented and kissed her cheek back repeatedly. Sofie giggled with her sweet rolling laughter and stroked her shoulderblades widely with her hands.
“No Runaa, we gotta. My grades have been slipping lately, let’s just do it together.” She responded so sweetly, holding her closer just enough to make her stomach flutter. Runa grinned and sighed again, and enjoyed the touch of their cheeks while nodding. Sofie leaned back and faced her, still her wondrous blue eyes were a sight to behold. Gripping her heart with warmth the moment their gazes met. Quickly Sofie smiled so beautifully and leaned in, she pecked her lips, making her spine beam and shake.
“Come on.” She whispered after and released, gripped her hand with her smaller one and pulled her carefully into the bedroom. Still she felt her body reacting to her touch, and knew she’d go anywhere with her as well, just to feel her hand, or see her stunning face.

They placed their backpacks by the desk, still a smaller slimmer chair was placed beside her own. They sat down on them, while Runa pulled out her Geography homework she sighed deeply once more, the high of her touch was fading already. And a heavy uneasiness slowly creeped up to take its place. She frowned and opened the book to the decided page, and started reading about the names of places in countries she’d never travel to. Useless information only meant to teach her the discipline of actually making an effort. This was the easiest one, she just had to read about five pages, with added pictures. And answer some ten or so questions about what she had read in a notebook. So quickly her gaze wandered to look beside her, to Sofie leaning over her math homework, writing quickly with a steady hand. Slowly she leaned back with her full lips frowning so cutely, clearly counting something in her head. Without realizing it she was staring, and quickly lifted her hand. The moment her fingers touched Sofie’s pale cheek her eyes shifted into softness, before meeting her gaze. Her white grin showed instantly, and she lifted her free hand up to push her hand away, but instead she pressed it against herself and chuckled ever so sweetly. Still her pale hand was small and elegant, the sight of her smile and eyes shook her spine and stomach yet again.
“Runaa, how am I supposed to concentrate when you’re so cute?” She complained amused, Runa giggled calmly back at her.
“Oh, so you want me to be less cute?” She asked back rather unseriously, Sofie shook her head and leaned forwards, pressed their lips together quickly. They rubbed together gently for a few seconds, vibrating her spine with heat anew. While still having their nosetips touch Sofie pulled back, and whispered gently:
“If we hold back now and finish this, you’ll get me all you want sooner.” Her words were sweeter than her tone somehow, Runa felt herself blushing as she nodded and pulled back.
“Right, yes, I’ll try.” She said back louder and looked down, leaned her elbow on the desk and read through the chapter. Resisting to look at her, while taking in the meaning of every word proved tiresome for her poor dull mind. Every sixth or so sentence she fell off, and started reading it again. Slowly she neared the last page, and glanced over at Sofie just once. She bent over her homework again, her pencil moving swiftly while her long wavy hair covered her side profile enough to be hidden. Runa sighed deeply, that tense feeling crept up again. Sofie was so efficient compared to herself, even if she herself had made up a system to compensate for her deficits, Sofie clearly was way brighter than her. She opened the notebook and started writing clunkily with objectively ugly handwriting. It was almost pathetic in comparison, somehow her mind flooded with the realization so clearly. Her brilliant mind is like a sun, and mine is a puny flame, flickering for dear life just to stay lit. Shame and despair struck her so brightly, despite it she went back on the page to read the parts she had already forgotten. Indeed, nobody expected much of her, she had almost gotten used to it. Reading something to learn it had never been efficient for her. It was better to listen, she had figured out. Though that was difficult too, in a different way. Already she felt her sorry excuse of a mind hurting in a blossoming headache. And she hadn’t even started on her math homework yet, fuck.

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Sofie had finished hers just as quickly as yesterday, she had some other similar type of homework in the subject of History, while Runa finally started on her math homework. Again she sighed deeply in frustration and annoyance as her shame persisted. For once she tried not to crisscross the lines in the margins, to do it the right way from the start. It was slow and nearly torturous, at least when she was alone she wouldn’t know just how stupid she actually was. The moment she felt herself tear up, she pulled back and lifted her hands, and rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. That’s when she felt a somewhat cold little hand stroking behind her neck, and she opened them to look at her. Sofie seemed to be done with all of hers, and grinned sweetly with gently sorrowful eyes.
“Do you want some help?” She asked carefully, the mere notion of it burned her chest with both gentle joy and sharp aching shame. She lowered her hands and looked to the side, and shook her head with tight brows.
“I can do it if I just try hard enough, I just..” She replied hurriedly before sighing quickly and deeply. Sofie moved her hand forward and stroked her cheek tenderly.
“So quickly I feel my idiot brain tiring, and seeing you do it all so easily reminds me yet again just how..” As she spoke the despair grew, already she had forgotten herself. Now she remembered she had promised to stop doing that. The tears pressed out as she lowered her head and frowned with her lips.
“.. sorry.” She whispered, the next second Sofie moved her hand from her right cheek to her left, turned her head to meet her own. Her soft lips pecked her lips and cheek firmly and fast, the gesture quickly made her grin with warm cheeks. Her other hand, slim and soft as ever, gripped her right cheek. Sofie cupped her jaw and withdrew, faced her still with sad eyes and said:
“Just because you struggle, doesn’t mean you’re dumb.” Her tone was low yet gentle in a comforting sort of way. Runa lifted her brows while staring at her, still feeling the touch of her soft hands.
“Doesn’t it? If I was smart, it wouldn’t be such an issue.” She quickly responded. Sofie lowered her gaze in a relaxed and sorrowful expression, clearly taking in yet again how she thought about herself with despair.
“Oh Runa, you’re still smart, I know it.” She said tenderly, Runa frowned and looked to the side. She got angry at herself again, for getting emotional over something so little. As a tear trickled down her cheek she huffed quietly. It was as if she herself kept forgetting again and again, sooner or later Sofie would surely get tired of repeating herself. Why couldn’t their complete unity, even just for a moment, permanently alter her mind for the better? The moment her own shortcomings became apparent again, it all came rushing back. The spiral bent her mind away from the little confidence Sofie had instilled in her. And now she had to do it again, to speak to her as if she was a child in need of constant comfort. Was it pathetic? The notion brought shame despite her words stopping the spiral. Sofie shone her blue flame straight in yet again, and added away from her line of sight:
“It’s unfair to you to compare yourself to me, when I don’t have any of your struggles, like your ADHD for example; draining me.” She tilted her head beside her, and met her eyes again. Gently she lifted her thumb and stroked her single tear away with a gentle smile. How did she know that all of that was even true? Had she read up about ADHD? Or was she just that smart and reasonable? Runa nodded in shameful silence, and sighed before meeting her eyes fully again. 

Somehow she still felt inferior, being graced with such kindness and solid reasoning was above her. As if everything she felt about herself was so silly, even childish. But she knew that wasn’t Sofie’s intention. Taking in her words after the fact, it made sense she used her own energy up, just to concentrate continuously. Though she had never thought of it that way before. Up until now she had only felt that hers was a weak mind to begin with, and struggling to concentrate worsened it. Now it was easier to admit to herself what actually made sense, after being told so bluntly what Sofie seemed to observe. How she even did that, she didn’t know. Trying to think about what it would feel like objectively, to watch her struggle with the simplest things, felt bearable. Still, the emotion she imagined instead, was pity. Knowing she probably pitied her wasn’t the worst thing in the world, though it still made her a little sad.

“Alright fine, though I keep forgetting.” She finally responded, Sofie nodded and leaned in, pecked her quickly just once, before saying:
“That’s okay, I get it.” After, she gently sat up still holding her cheeks, Runa gazed up at her while pressing her chin against her belly. Still only in her tanktop, she lifted her hands and caressed her hair, grinned down at her and spoke softly:
“Come, let’s take a break, hm?” Her long wavy hair tickled Runa’s shoulders and arms. She nodded and stood up, Sofie’s slim hands let go of her head and grabbed her hand, pulled her towards the bed still with a soft smile and tender eyes. 

They sat down on the duvet, now made neatly over more than half of her bed. Her arms quickly pulled her into a hug, and pushed her head down into her soft cleavage. Runa grinned and embraced her around her back. They laid down, Sofie kissed her forehead and stroked her nape and hair with care, making her groan and sigh atop her.
“In this bed there is no math, or homework, you don’t have to do anything.” Sofie whispered within soft breaths, so easily heard from inside her chest. Amidst her soothing heartbeats, Runa grinned and closed her eyes. Still slim fingers caressed the curls in her neck, she sighed deeply and slowly. The bass in her voice flowed from within as she spoke further:
“You don’t think you’re weak just because you gotta sleep at night, right?” Her tone was playful and gentle, Runa shook her head slowly against her upper chest. The soft friction from their skins meeting gave her spine shivers. She grinned and moved slowly up, and pressed her face against her neck. The stress vanished like smoke in the wind, and that mellow warmth rose in its stead. Trembling her spine and belly, amidst a heartbeat slowly raising in tempo, bliss slowly brewed inside her.
“Of course not, and your brain needs rest too. It’s just an organ, a part of your body, and it’s tired now, so try to let it go.” Sofie continued so sweetly, before lowering one of her hands down her back. She pulled up the tanktop and put her hand inside, and started stroking her bare back up and down. The remaining hand massaged her nape firmly, it felt so good she groaned again. She made an effort to not think, to let images and words flow before fading. Focusing instead on the soothing motions against her body. The muscles in her neck and shoulders finally relaxed above her, and she sighed deeply.
“There we go.” Sofie whispered rather happily, as if to encourage her. She felt a light burst inside her chest, in the silence it felt vast and deep all at once. Trembling bliss blew gently against the veil, and a realization became apparent. Amidst the void calming her, whisps from her soul sounded from the deep. This is what it’s like, when someone cares, when someone wants me. The places always tightening and hurting let go in her arms once again, like the warm wave rushing and relaxing her when finally deciding not to hold back anymore. It came again so easily, washing her with liquid flame, igniting her deep into her soul with safety and calm. This is what I need. 

A pressure emerged behind her eyes again, she grinned and frowned her brows. The bliss burst in her chest so vividly, and time paused in her embrace. It ached in the wake of her kindness, no wonder Sofie had cried when she said she just wanted her to be herself. No wonder she had gazed at her like she was holy in some way, giving her a presence without judgement, when it felt this good. She really didn’t have to do anything? Her own body had unfolded in front of her, to her, now the innermost parts caught up with it. This was what it’d be like, to be with her. This peace and serenity easing her into a warmth far greater than she knew existed even just a week ago. Somehow she had known just by hearing the sincerity of her voice, that this was for real. In her arms she had mellowed, and now she reached into those parts, not by unfolding to her. But melting above her, in calmness and softness it happened without her doing anything. Unintentionally her chest started shaking in quiet emerging sobs. Her neck and shoulders tightened again, Sofie gasped in a whisper and stopped stroking her.
“Oh no, are you sad?” She asked carefully, Runa shook her head and grinned, sniffled and lifted it up. Their eyes met, she smiled with her teeth while gazing into her big blue eyes incased by pale lashes. Still the sobs forced out her windpipe, but she smiled through it and said:
“No I’m happy, ‘cause you’re so..” She closed her eyes and sobbed harder, but continued: “..kiiind.” Sofie giggled and pressed at her shoulder, while she sobbed Sofie turned them around and gripped her head.
“Ohh Runa, you’re so precious.” She said happily and leaned in, kissed her now wet cheek.
“And kind.” She released and kissed her nose. “And clever.” Quickly she pecked her other cheek. “And beautiful.” Runa broke out in laughter as Sofie kissed her jaw and continued:
“And soft.” She gripped around her shoulders and pressed her close, opened her eyes and gazed at her press their lips together. They rubbed in wet spit and tender movements, beaming her already glowing chest with trembling warmth. Sofie released and whispered:
“Mmmh and sweet.” Before she pressed both hands on her cheeks and squeezed gently. She pouted playfully at her and continued:
“And you’re just the mooost adorable hominid gracing me with your presence, the most sublimeeee homo sapieeen to ever walk this eeeeearth!” Her eyes were wide and playful. Somehow she managed to melt the wondrously doting tones with something vaguely scientific. Turning it humorous and charming enough, to make her laugh loudly against her lips.
“Well well, aren’t you good at being doting?” She asked ironically, quickly Sofie bent her head back and laughed loudly, before leaning in again while nodding.
“Mmhmm, you like it too. You’re such a soft girl.” She added playfully, Runa bit her lower lip in her smile, and nearly growled as she pushed her to the side and bent over her. Sofie screamed and laughed, especially when she pulled up her tanktop from the front of her pants, and tickled her soft bare skin.
“Oh I’ll show you who’s a soft girl.” She responded loudly, Sofie screamed and laughed with pink cheeks and closed her eyes. It went on for quite a while, setting her spine on fire with the most beautiful sound in the world. She looked so intensely happy, it gave her bliss. 

Eventually Sofie gasped and shouted:
“Stop god, stop!” Runa removed her hand from her rips while she heaved beneath her, her pale forehead even glistened a bit. Her cheeks were so red, it almost seemed like they had been lost to passion again. Runa blushed and smiled, lifted her hand to her cheek and stroked it carefully. Gently she leaned over her and moved her thumb down to her elegant chin. Sofie smiled so beautifully while watching her intently, still her chest glowed with bliss and glee. Her entire torso felt warm and soft, all the way in Sofie’s sweet nature and potent joy had eased all the tension so seamlessly. The notion warmed her heart so much, she really was that good, that caring towards her. Still she was amazed.
“You’re so..” She whispered to her impulsively, before pausing in awe. It was hard to find a way to express such ever deepening bliss and affection. Despite everything they had said to each other, her feelings kept growing past their words. Keeping up in this moment felt useless. The best she could think of to do, was to lean in on her open mouth, and kiss her.

First she pressed their lips together carefully, caressing them with wide movements. The passion erupted in her spine and chest, aching for more potent bliss. Quickly with a trembling spine she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue inside. Sofie closed her eyes and groaned happily, while embracing her head with her hands. Just like that first deep kiss on the bathroom floor, the wetness stuck deep, tickling her tongue in wide and rapid movements. Setting her mind and body ablaze in tingling sensations. Gently her gasps for air calmed and turned slower, her grip lowered to her shoulderblades, stroking them gently. Runa tilted her head to the side, and upped the pace just to hear her breaths shake in louder gasps. Every movement conjured lightning between her vertebrae, she gasped back to her and felt her groin re-awaken its little heartbeat.Time stopped in the tenderness, giving her aching chest bliss and her eyes slight pressure. She let go of her chin and slowly moved her arm down the side of her torso, Sofie groaned and spread her legs below her. Runa quickly gripped the left side of her rear and pressed their torsos together. Gently they started moving against one another, in an automatic symbiotic movement. A part of her wanted to give her something, just to make her feel even better. Perhaps the anticipation could be higher? She remembered Sofie’s excited expression when she mentioned working out the day before, and got an idea. 

So she leaned back from her wet mouth, Sofie gasped and opened her eyes, seemed desperate for more. She swallowed and whispered amongst gently heaving breaths:
“Mmmh, noo don’t stop.” Her sweet words and tender tone trembled her spine, fluttering her belly with flickering light. She couldn't help but giggle, feeling desired was another gift given to her. Now she knew just what to give back.
“I was thinking..” She answered her, removed her hand from her rear and lifted it up to her cheek. She stroked the reddest parts gently with her fingertips and observed her smile with glossy lips.
“Maybe I could show you the work-out equipment in the basement?” Runa continued, Sofie’s bright blue eyes grew wide with excitement. She gasped in a wide smile and said:
“Oh my god, yes.” So quickly her joyous reaction made her laugh with glee, she sat up and pulled Sofie along with her.
“That’s such a good idea, because..” Sofie said and giggled along with her. She gripped her cheeks and looked down at her mouth.
“I don’t know anything about fitness, so you’ll teach me something new, that’ll make you feel smart for sure.” She started blabbering so adorably.
“And and, I wanna know everything, since it’s something you like and value, as well!” She added excitedly, still with bright pink cheeks. Runa chuckled gently and pressed their lips together just once, before stroking her cheek and saying:
“You’re so cute, but I just think you’re gonna like watching me.” She raised her brows and smirked smugly at her, Sofie’s blush turned crimson as she started laughing forcefully, tickling her spine by the sound of it.
“Oh yes, that too!” She said loudly back the moment it stopped, they giggled gently together before Runa let go of her and crawled out of bed. Sofie stood up beside her and looked down at her desk.
“I’ll finish it later, I promise.” She said and grabbed Sofie’s little hand, though it didn’t seem that she cared much about that anymore. She nodded and sighed deeply with a wide grin, seeing all those wonderful emotions on her pretty face, felt divine to witness. She couldn’t wait to see all the rest of it yet again, down in that basement.

*

Runa’s homework slipped her mind so quickly, while feeling her deep wet kiss. Already her groin was beating gently, she could feel it dripping as Runa pecked her lips before pulling her hooded sweater over her head.
“It’s pretty cold down there.” She said so tenderly, Sofie giggled and put her arms into it and pulled it over her stomach and back herself. Runa picked up her own and put it on. Sofie moved her hand up and stroked the fabric of her upper chest and sighed.
“You’re gonna take it off eventually though, right?” She just had to ask with prickling cheeks. Runa chuckled amused and nodded, before she leaned in on her lips again.
“Well, of course I am, cutie.” They rubbed gently together for a few seconds, trembling her spine already. Runa released and grabbed her hand firmly, pulled her along with her as she opened the bedroom door. Before she knew it they ran down the stairs, the bliss was so bright inside her, she started giggling excitedly. Already she knew this was going to be wonderful. 

They paused beside the door leading down to the basement, or so she assumed. Runa let go of her hand and pecked her warm cheek, before opening the door. Already cold air blew in her face like a cloud, she frowned looking down a set of steep winding stairs. The room was dark and nearly frightening. Runa pressed a lightswitch beside the doorframe, and a comforting yellow light lit the staircase up. She felt her arms trembling and lifted her hands, gripped at herself while sighing. Runa slowly moved her strong arms around her, and pulled her into a firm embrace.
“You weren’t kidding.” Sofie commented, Runa chuckled and whispered in her ear:
“I’ll just show it to you quickly, and we can go right on up again.” Sofie nodded and grinned, still her cheeks prickled warmly despite everything. Runa let go of her and turned around, walked in first.
“Now be careful, the steps are steep.” She commanded softly, Sofie gripped both her shoulders from behind and responded:
“Okay.” Slowly they stepped down rather quietly, though the steps creaked beneath their socks. She made sure to pay close attention to her feet, though the back of Runa’s curly hair and dark nape was quite distracting.

When Runa stepped off the last step, she quickly turned around and gripped her, still standing in the staircase. She lifted her up so effortlessly and smiled so beautifully, it was impossible not to giggle as bliss still burst in her chest. Quickly she was let down, and she looked around. The room was about as big as Runa’s bedroom, clad in plain wooden walls and floors. On the wall facing her was a white washing machine, shelves with laundry detergent and other washing supplies, a deep metal sink and faucet. Along with a white drying rack standing on the floor, filled to the brim with seemingly dry clothes. Looking back, the wall beside her had shelves for garden tools and closed boxes, and a white box freezer humming carefully. It was easy to compare such a space to the ones in her own home, white and clean and organized. This household was clearly less fortunate, yet somehow it was accidentally charming. Not everything had to be spick and spam, smooth and pretty. It felt more authentic somehow, she couldn't help but grin despite the cool air around her.

“Come.” Runa said softly and pressed her hand on her lower back, the touch gave her spine a soft warm shiver. Quickly she was led to another door, Runa gently pushed her in first before turning on the light. This room was different, and slightly warmer. Though the walls were similar, the floor had white tiles instead. As if this was supposed to be some sort of bathroom, but instead it was the long awaited fitness room. Against the wall to her side was a wooden bench, looking more like an oblong box for storage. Beside it on the floor was a plain black CD player, with a small CD folder laying beside it. Curled together nearly touching it, was a white jumping rope all tied up, with yellow plastic handles. Against the wall to her left were the work-out equipment, she gazed at them not really knowing what it was for. One stood on the floor against the wall with two handles connected by a horizontal bar, making it look a bit like an: H. The next was a simple rod mounted on the wall with two handles, reaching just over her head, she reckoned. And the last one looked a bit like a chair, but with a round black weight fastened to the backside, and a rod with a round pillow padding it, right where the shins would be while seated. Beside it bigger and smaller round weights stood huddled together, all in black. On the wall facing her, where the CD player stood, was a small narrow window.
“Oh wow, I have no idea what I’m looking at.” She commented amused, Runa chuckled and stroked her shoulder, quickly she pointed at the handles standing on the floor and said:
“That’s called a dip station.” Before pointing at the bar mounted to the wall beside it.
“And that’s a pull up bar.” Then she nodded to the last one, looking like an otherworldly chair of sorts, and said lastly:
“And that thing is called a leg extraction machine.” Sofie turned towards her with warmth in her chest.
“Really rolls off the tongue, that last one.” Runa chuckled and pressed her lips against her cheek, she pecked it gently making them prickle warmly, before saying amused:
“I know right?” She parted from her face and gripped her hand, smiled so beautifully with knowing eyes. She seemed to anticipate some sort of reaction out of her eventually, not an incorrect notion, she herself already knew.
“I figured I could just show you.” Runa added so smugly, let go of her hand and bent down. She grabbed the jumping rope and untangled it swiftly with fast hand movements. There was clearly a method to the tanglement, those string hands of hers parted the handles and stepped a bit more away from her.
“First I jump rope to warm up.” She said and quickly started swinging the rope in front of herself. It happened so quickly the rope blurred as she jumped at a standstill, barely raising from the ground. Like an automatic movement, she didn’t even look down to make sure she did it correctly. Sofie gasped and smiled, observed her feet, before glancing up at her body, meeting her joyful eyes. Muscle memory really was a marble to behold, happening too quickly to catch every movement, it looked effortless.
“Oh wow, you’re so good at that.” She commented gleefully, Runa nodded and smiled, stopped, the rope limped between her hands laying halfway on the white tiles.
“Do you want to try?” She asked amused, and quickly lifted one of the handles around her, and pulled her close with the rope now pressing on her lower back. Now up in her face, inside her gentle embrace, she quickly started giggling again. Her spine beamed still, while her cheeks prickled like hot static.
“No I’m fine, I’m kinda excited to get started.” She answered while lifting her arms over her shoulders and pressing her close in return. Their nosetips touched in the silence, Runa grinned with warm amused eyes, and looked down at her mouth. That vivid amber teased her within the brown of her irises, while her black lashes faced down she could see her gaze softening even more.
“Of course you are.” She whispered back, before their lips met again. Quickly in the spine-melting friction their mouths opened into wetness and heat. With swift movements their tongues circled deeply, she heard a gentle dunk and felt Runa stroke her open palms against her back, having let go of the rope. She pressed Runa closer while embracing her head and groaned, her groin beat and dripped so quickly. Their breaths mingled steeply, before Runa leaned back and let go once more, leaving her to linger in the vacuum of her own lust.

She bit her lower lip and grinned excitedly when Runa grabbed her hand, and pulled her towards the leg extension machine. She let go and sat down, watched her with focus as she put her shins below the rod with a pillow covering it.
“Now this..” Runa said and sighed deeply, as if she felt eager and had to catch her breath as well. Sofie stood quietly and watched her, couldn’t help but grin with her teeth as her cheeks burned hotter.
“.. is for the legs, like this.” Runa finally continued and lifted the padded rod with both her chins in unison. She did it rather quickly, though it clearly took some effort. Runa’s brows frowned and she closed her lips firmly, held her breath until it went down again. And the distinct sound of metal clashing sounded from the weight behind her. Sofie lowered her head and bent her back a bit, thought back on her strong legs glistening that late summer’s day. Remembering how firm yet soft her thighs felt to the touch, she sighed deeply still with cheeks hot like static. Her breath expanded with warmth.
“I see, and how much is that?” She asked gently, still her excitement shook through her voice as it trembled slightly.
“Like.. fifteen kilograms? But the legs are usually quite strong from beforehand.” Runa answered and grinned, lifted the rod and pillow up over her thighs, bending the mechanism effortlessly.
“And I can do it like this as well, though I don’t do it every time.” She added excitedly, and started lifting them too, her face curled with tension yet again. Somehow the look of her expression was both endearing and even slightly arousing. Sofie bent down and touched over the fabric of her pants, right on her chin. Her breath trembled as she said:
“Oh wow, no wonder your legs are so strong.” Runa stopped, had done it a handful of times and grinned. Her warm dark gaze softened again, into focus and tenderness she stared while moving the padding down to her shins again.
“Do you want to try?” Sofie nodded and grinned, her entire face burned hot, while her spine and cest beamed with heat. Runa stepped off quickly, and she herself took her place.
“I can adjust the weight to make it lighter if you wanna...” She added hurriedly, Sofie lifted her hand, reached Runa crouching beside her and stroked her warm cheek.
“No no it’s fine, I want to compare.” She answered softly, Runa lowered her gaze for just a moment, looking down at her shins beneath the padded rod. When she looked up at her again, she giggled.
“Right, okay, so you lift your shins just like I did.” She instructed after, Sofie nodded and looked down at her feet. The moment she started lifting them, she felt the weight pulling her down. While frowning her brows in the added pressure, she gazed over at Runa who watched her carefully and said in a gasp:
“Oh my god.” It made Runa open her mouth and laugh vividly with her white straight teeth. Slowly she lifted her shins up, reaching the top with all her might, before letting go. The moment she did, she heaved for just a few breaths and chuckled along with her. Somehow the pin really dropped in her mind, now that she could compare it to her own. Just how much strength did it take, to show on her relaxed arms and legs? How easily could she actually be protected by her? The mere thought made her vertebrae tremble in heat. 

“You really are strong.” She just had to say, before gripping her cheek again. Her brown skin was smooth to the touch, she stopped laughing as well, and stared back gently. In all that vast strength, she could feel Runa stroking up her upper arm over her sweater. That tenderness still contrasted it, compared to the force she was capable of producing. Like her show of strength wasn’t what she could do, but what she chose not to. Instead she touched her with the gentlest of caresses against her own cheek. Lost in the possibilities she had drawn nearer without realizing, and absentmindedly pressed their lips together softly. She gripped her cheeks firmly, while Runa’s let go of hers, and started pulling her fingers through her hair instead. Down and up, and down again it went tenderly, while warm wet lips pressed together slowly, prickling with tingling heat. Her heartbeat rose inside her warm chest, and she sighed deeply while closing her eyes. Mist sank around her head, making her forget as her spine and belly trembled. Still her groin beat and dripped carefully, just when their tongues met, Runa pulled back quickly, gasping gently against her lips.
“You’re quite impatient, aren’t you?” She teased smugly and grinned, Sofie bit her lower lip while breathing deeply, and looked down. Slowly she nodded with hot static in her cheeks and spine.
“Yeah, sorry.” She answered timidly in her blush, feeling slightly embarrassed. Runa leaned in and pecked her cheek a few times:
“That’s okay, I must be doing something right then.” She responded happily and chuckled so confidently. Sofie gazed up at her and nodded as she grinned, observing her joy with glee as they both got up. Runa gripped her hand as she stepped out of the device, as if helping her. Knowing this brought her such self-confidence was enough to make her thrilled. Seeing it on her face made her chest gently burst with bliss. This was doing something for them both, it seemed. It somehow felt like a gift, getting to see her explain and showing her how all of this worked.
“So you do that leg thing first? And then..?” She asked, trying to encourage her to say more. Runa pulled at her hand and looked back at her, stopping in front of the dip station.
“Well I try to switch it up.” She answered while tilting her head, she let go of her hand and touched one of the handles.
“Sometimes I do the pull up bar first when my hands aren’t sweaty yet.” She added softly, before letting go and pulling her sweater up from her belly. She bent over for a bit while taking it off, Sofie grinned and blushed awaiting what came next. Runa let go of the sweater on the floor, and placed herself between the handles while standing straight. It was just taller than her elbows, she lifted her strong arms and bent them, gripped the handles and said:
“With this one there are no weights, just your own bodyweight.” She turned her head, their eyes locked. Sofie had focused on how her biceps looked, when her arms bent the way they did. How her wide hands gripped the handles firmly, the sight of her shoulders raising sent trembling heat all around her torso. For just a moment, she felt herself dripping again.
“And well..” Runa added, before pausing and grinning smugly, before continuing:
“You’re supposed to distribute your weight, but of course it’s mostly supposed to be like.. symmetrical or whatever.” Sofie nodded slowly while sighing with a hot breath. Finally Runa lifted herself off the floor and the bend of her elbows widened. Her wrists became more prominent in her now much firmer grip, while her biceps bulked out and tightened beneath her brown skin.
“You do it like this.” Runa said with a firm pressure in her voice, Sofie looked back at her shoulders and neck. The muscles around and between her shoulderblades seemed to tighten a bit as well, inside her dark red tanktop. She nodded with a hot beating groin and said:
“Mhm.” Before sighing, slowly losing herself to her impulses she moved forwards again to look at her face. Her expression curled again, while she gazed over at her when she returned to the front, she smiled.
“And then you go like this.” She added still with the weight of herself in her voice, and started moving slowly down and up again. Sofie gazed down at her biceps once more, and opened her mouth slightly agape as her entire face prickled with heat. Her groin and spine buzzed as her arms and hands shook gently in the movement.
“Ooh wow.” She mumbled while watching it carefully, before glancing up to Runa’s amused eyes again. Slowly she grinned and did it some more, seemingly just for her. Sofie gazed down, and lifted her hand as the mist fell again ever so gently. She touched her arm, and felt it shaking and tightening inside the movement. Those wondrous images of Runa being the model human, winning in olympics or being drawn into medical books, re-appeared. The picture of health and strength, vivid with both force and gentleness. The biological machine, controlled by such firm will, while being the maker of safety and kindness. She felt her knees tremble in her euphoria, all while her entire face burned with static. Runa let go and moved towards her, embraced her carefully while chuckling and sighing a bit out of breath.
“Shit Sofie, you really liked that one, huh?” She asked in a whisper while tickling their lips together, Sofie nodded and groaned in her breath, before they met again. A wide whirlwind burst in her chest as their lips rubbed in delicate friction, spreading their spit within motions of such delight; her knees trembled. She gripped around Runa’s chest and upper back, while she in return gripped her lower one, and stroked it firmly. Their mouths opened seamlessly, the wetness was wide and deep again. She gasped as her entire mouth prickled delightfully, her groin beat and hummed with echoes of pleasure, all while dripping with her passion. Amidst the cloud falling over her head, emptying her mind to desire ever growing; she grinned. Runa kissed her back vigorously, time closed in on them slowly before she let go yet again.
“Just one more, and then you can kiss me all you want.” She uttered softly and chuckled. Sofie sighed deeply in a shaky breath and nodded.
“O-okay.” She whispered back while letting her go. Runa leaned in on her quickly and pecked her wet lips, before grinning smugly and saying:
“Cutie.” Her eyes were soft and gleeful, knowing how desired she was seemed to help her forget all those pesky insecurities, it seemed. She grinned back to her still with her chest bursting, amidst her growing lust she relished in the knowledge, that she had actually done it. Not just with cuddles and gentle strokes, but making her feel good about herself. It wasn’t as difficult as she had imagined, perhaps this was what Runa felt about her, when she soothed her so effortlessly. That pride spread inside her chest and flesh with buzzing sensations, giving her heartbeats force and purpose. She could do this forever, she acknowledged. Making her smile like that, despite all the lust humming through her body like vibrating water, that was what her heart yearned for. All the way into her bonemarrow, she could feel her essence yearning for her happiness, as well as the feel of her beautiful strong body.

Runa stopped in front of the last item on the menu, about to feast her eyes. The pull up bar was mounted on the wall between the two other exercise machines. For a few moments Runa stood with her back against her, but she quickly turned around to meet her eyes with a sly smile and a knowing gaze. She lifted her brows smugly and said:
“I saved the best for last, it’s pretty simple. I just pull myself up with my arms, raising my chin above the bar, and down again.” Sofie bit her lower lip and smiled with her teeth, still her blush felt warm and bright in her cheeks. Runa turned around again and gripped the bar above her head, she adjusted her hands into a specific grip and paused.
“Like this.” She uttered lastly. Then she gasped and swallowed it, as if holding her breath. As her biceps and lower arms tightened and bent, she became completely quiet. The muscles in her shoulders bellowed out just a bit. That delightful image of the first time she saw her shot straight into her mind like a solar flare. Runa lifted her strong arms above her head, the muscles of her arm and shoulderblades moving, as sweat made her dark skin glisten. It came back tenfold, tightening in her back as she moved all the way up to the bar with her head, before moving down again. Quickly a rhythm started, of her going up and down in a higher tempo. Her entire upper back and arms moving and slightly shaking while her nape and cute curls moved along with it all. Her heart started racing with hot blood, her groin beat harder with gentle pleasure as well. Even her breath turned steep and deep, but was still quiet. As her face boiled and prickled she opened her mouth in awe and watched carefully. She felt her knees tremble yet again, and gripped herself by the hand in frustration. Her undoubtedly engorged vulva dripped still. Oh god, look at her go. For eight glorious times Runa did it, before letting go in a hard breath and turning around.
“I can do that twenty times in a..” She said quickly and proudly, before pausing with wide eyes. Sofie stood completely still, with her trembling knees pressed together. She held her own hands firmly, braiding her fingers together. All while quietly shaking in dense and warm frustration. Still she gaped gently, and suddenly became so aware of how damn into it she must look. So she sighed and let go of her hands, bit her lower lip and looked down to the side.

Runa laughed and groaned endearingly, quickly she lifted her arm and stroked her cheek, making her raise her gaze again to meet her eyes. She grinned with her teeth and stared with amused and gentle eyes, the amber gleamed in the brown of her irises. Her upper lip folded in her smile and became thicker, her little giggle expanded for a few more seconds. Though she didn’t feel mocked, embarrassment struck her. But then Runa said ever so tenderly:
“Heey, it’s okay.” She uttered firstly, before she sighed deeply, her eyelids relaxed into the softest gaze possible. Though they glimmered knowingly with expectation, still the focus lingered, keeping her own body still amidst the anticipation.
“Come here, beautiful.” Runa added in a wide shaky tone, as if she too longed for her taste and touch. Like a river gushing through her the shyness faded, and a flood of her desire and bliss filled her up to the brim. She gasped hard in a firm breath, before drowning in the pressure of her heart’s desire. The fog befell her mind in the deep flood, shaking her knees and trembling through her breath, belly and spine. Making her vertebrae vibrate with bright boiling water. It rose up through her breath and heart, and shivered against her brainstem as she moved forwards and gripped Runa’s head. As they met vigorously she felt her mind flare in the fog, when acknowledging that now it finally began.

Their tongues tumbled hurriedly in spit and heat, while their lips met and rubbed around them. They gasped hard into each other’s mouths, she felt Runa’s hands stroke down her back while pressing their chests together. She herself heaved sharply while caressing her cheeks, and tilting her head to feel their tongues twist, making her spine beam and shake. For a few moments she felt her hands rub her rear, before lowering below them and gripping her thighs. Before she knew it she was lifted up so effortlessly, and she let go of her face, bent her arms around her head and gasped in surprise. Runa stepped forwards while still kissing her, and groaned enthusiastically before bending slowly forwards. Sofie tied her ankles together behind her lower back, and they fell slowly to the floor. Her show of strength made her groin beat with blistering heat and lust. Still her mind fogged amidst her impulses, Runa leaned over her and let go of her thighs, stroked her soft hands firmly up inside the back of her sweater, touching her skin with wide movements. She gasped and let go of her back with her legs, spread them below her and gasped, their lips pressed and smacked, while their tongues still met furiously in eternal wetness. Her entire body beamed and swelled with a hum so strong, every cell in her body vibrated in exploding desire. They heaved and pressed their pelvises together in automatic movements, she let go of her head and moved her arms in, and stroked her fingers through her soft curls enthusiastically. Her heartbeat drummed all the way up into her ears, letting her hear blood gush within her veins. For just a moment she let go of her lips, and groaned desperately to her:
“God Runa, take me already.” And she listened, quickly she removed her hands from her lower back. Sofie opened her eyes when Runa released from her lips, still touching them she heaved still. Sofie grinned as she felt her pants being unbuttoned and zipped down.
“I will.” She whispered against her, Sofie grinned as she felt two fingers reach in, parting her soaked vulva with tingling friction. Runa gasped along with her and whispered against her nose:
“You’re so wet.” Before biting her lower lip and grinning with her teeth. Sofie burst out in embarrassed laughter, feeling her chest and face burn by her words. Gently she felt Runa rub her, giving the wetness firmer heat and tingling. A gentle cloud of pleasure spread in her groin, while the fog lingered still inside her mind. She gasped and closed her eyes as she felt it, and started whimpering back to her:
“You’re just so stunning.” She let go of her cheek and gently moved her hand down to touch her in return, but Runa grinned and quickly lifted her right hand up with her left, and pressed it against her own cheek again. After kissing her palm softly she said while still grinning:
“Oh it’s okay. Just enjoy this, beautiful.” Sofie felt her cheeks flush harder before chuckling happily, already excited for what awaited her.
“Mmmh.” She groaned happily back to her. “Thank youuu.” 

Quickly Runa’s sweet finger movements resumed to tingle her groin with hot pleasure, making her gape and gasp still up in her face. The cloud spread when Runa leaned down against her mouth completely, and stuck her tongue inside. Still the prickling wetness was arousing enough to make the pleasure rise. As their tongues circled deeply, making her belly and spine tremble warmly, she moaned and gripped the curls in her neck. The bead vibrated within her swift vertical movements, filling rather quickly with delightful lava. Her groin gathered and swirled around it simultaneously, spreading the warmth to her pelvis and heart. Unbelievably quickly she felt the pleasure rise, her blood vibrated all around her body, prickling her fingers and fogging her mind. She released from Runa’s mouth and gaped while leaning her head a bit back, and started moaning in her steep breaths while peeking up at her. Runa watched carefully, with drowsy eyelids and focused irises of dark amber, her expression tightened gently. With curving brows and a gentle smile it was intoxicating to witness being watched this way. A strong sense of safety and tenderness grew within her, deepening her ever growing affection inside her chest cavity. She felt her heartbeat rise as her spine beamed with light and warmth. Runa changed direction with her touch, circling around her clitoris instead. It seemed to be easier with the limited space within her pants and underwear. Somehow she did it perfectly, the bead shook like the force of nature vibrating through her.
“Oh god, Runaaaa!” She moaned sharply while writhing in pleasure below her, still fully clothed. Quickly she felt her left hand stroke inside her sweater and tanktop, below her sportsbra, pinching her right nipple firmly. It beamed on her breast, giving firmer pleasure to her crotch, the bead burst delightfully, making her thighs and belly tighten. She curved her back and moaned louder, while raising her gaze inside her closed eyelids, her fingers tugged at Runa’s hair. Behind the thick fog she heard her moan as well, giving her bliss in the moment of dense pleasure. Her spine glowed, tickling her brainstem. Light lit up her hipbones in delightful pleasure, she gaped and moaned while spasming. Her ankles cramp as it went on further than expected. The light inverted, deepening where the bead had been, turning black in incredible pleasure, sucking her in. The walls inside her vagina tightened, she stretched her legs completely while still below her. Tugging at her hair and hearing her groan, she spasmed as the splat of ink spread in the light. her entire torso beamed and shone, and she screamed:
“Oh goood!”

Without paying much attention to it, she had moved Runa’s hand away. Rising from a much harder orgasm than anticipated, heaving and gasping for air, she couldn’t stop smiling. She was limp below her with aching muscles and a sweaty back and thighs, with a groin soaked inside her underwear and pants. She panted loudly and opened her eyes while grinning, Runa stared down at her in quiet awe. Her wondrous brown eyes were wide and joyous, while she smiled so cutely with her teeth.
“You liked watching me that much, huh?” She teased smugly, making her entire face flush hot. She started giggling as a response, while moving her hands forwards to stroke her soft brown cheeks. In return Runa moved her hand out of her sweater and lifted it up, stroked her bangs to the side before caressing her cheek gently.
“.. Yes, you make me.. crazy.” Sofie answered timidly as she regained her breath. Runa chuckled sweetly and leaned down just barely touching her lips with hers.
“Mmmh, I can tell.” Then she leaned in, and pressed their wet lips together tenderly, giving her spine warm shivers yet again. It lasted only for a handful of seconds, still when they released she sighed with her hot shaky breath. 

She couldn’t help but giggle at the notion of being so desperate for her, how damn lucky was she, that Runa liked it when she got like that? It could've been overwhelming for her, or she might have found it suffocating. But instead it truly did seem like she enjoyed it.
“So do you.” She responded so adorably, Sofie giggled a bit more before nodding.
“Good to know.” She answered, before looking around. 

They were huddled right in the middle of the room. Now that her mind was clear, she realized: They had collapsed together without meaning to, she had moaned and screamed amidst the silence. A terrible thought entered her mind, the embarrassment turned sharp in her chest.
“Oh god, do you think your parents heard me?” She asked and groaned beneath her, Runa broke out in a wide vivid laughter, making her stomach flutter. Runa dried off her right hand on her own tanktop, and quickly cupped her jaw with both hands, as Sofie moved both of her own hands against her face.
“Noo, I’m sure they didn’t, it’s fiine.” She responded while chuckling, she didn’t seem entirely convinced in her own statement. Then she moved off her and let her face go. Firmly she gripped around her upper back and shoulders, and helped her sit up before hugging her close. Sofie rested her face and hands against her shoulder and laughed nervously.
“You’re just so hot, I completely lost it.” She complained as she let go of her own face, Runa stroked her back up and down and laughed.
“You’re adorable.” She commented against her ear. Sofie leaned back to face her, and observed her gazing at her with such tenderness, she felt her stomach flutter some more. Runa grinned carefully while lowering her eyes down to her mouth.
“Maybe we should put on some music when we go upstairs?” She asked softly before sighing lightly, seemingly with happiness. The notion kept the warmth going in her torso, especially when Runa rose her gaze again and tilted her head. She lifted her brows smugly at her, Sofie grinned and looked down still with hot cheeks.
“That’s not a bad idea.” She uttered back and lowered her hands from her cheek, stroking her shoulders and pressing their lips together gently.

After a few delightful moments of soft friction, they parted and got up on their feet. Runa grabbed her sweater on the floor and stroked the small of her back, which made her continuous flush burn brighter on her cheeks. Runa turned off the lights after them and let her go first up the steep stairs. After she closed the next door behind them she kissed her cheek and quickly walked into the kitchen beside them. Mumbling something about her thirst, she hurriedly filled up a plastic waterbottle in the kitchen sink. Sofie realized she was quite thirsty as well, they would surely get more thirsty soon. The notion made her grin firmly while waiting for her at the bottom of the next set of stairs. She heard the TV being on in the livingroom, the door leading into it was open as well. If they had heard her, they must pretend not to care. Still embarrassment lingered inside her, but Runa was by her side again quickly, and grabbed her hand with the bottle in her other one. And so they walked up the stairs together.

When they reached the top she turned around, she embraced Runa eagerly and asked:
“Can we stay in the guestroom?” Runa grabbed her waist and pulled their pelvises together, raised her brows amused at her.
“Tired of my bedroom already?” She asked back rather smugly. Sofie’s entire face burned up, she giggled just a little bit and leaned in on her cheek, whispered:
“Well no, but I like this one too.” She felt so flustered, Runa chuckled against her with warm eyes.
“Of course we can, come on.” She answered quickly after and leaned back, grabbing her hand while pushing the guestroom door open, still with the bottle in hand.

The room was still filled to the brim with all kinds of media, a warm and cosy room smelling of paper and dust. They fell together on a narrow bed with the colorful patchwork blanket over the entirety of it. They giggled while Runa threw off the pillows against the wall on the floor, and pecked her before running to the shelves and CD player. With loud blaring music on they laid down on it together, and let their passion take over yet again. She was realizing that never before had she held back on something that felt so good. Whatever tools she had developed for controlling herself amidst misery, meant nothing here. It seemed, Runa was exactly the same. Everything blurred in the tenderness, in the wetness and warmth. Time passed fast and slowly at the same time, drowning her mind with density and pleasure.

*

Runa was on top, moving against her, their bodies glistened and nearly stuck together. On that little guest bed, still atop the patchwork blanket she had kept her eyes open. Staring down at her open mouth, her lips were red and glossy with their spit. Her eyes closed in a passionate expression, with the skin wrinkling between her pale brows. Her face was bright pink, Runa touched her firmly inside her panties, by now her lower lips nearly melted into her fingers with warm fluids, with no friction left only smoothness remained. Sofie moved her head back and gaped, while Runa lingered against her warm heaving mouth. She made sure to have their tongues stroke at the tips. Her spine shivered so hot inside her she felt it tingle with lightning, her stomach prickled consistently, and her groin hummed with glowing pleasure. Sofie touched her too, they moaned into each other’s mouths, though the music hid it all. She felt Sofie start to shake beneath her, Her bright blue eyes relaxed and unfocused, while her fair brows gathered. She gaped and screamed so loudly she could actually hear it a little bit. The sight of it despite Sofie’s fingers slowing down made the bead burst gently in her groin, and she felt her focus fading. The bead burst and spread with gentle tingling, it spurted out hot vapor to her pelvis and made her shake and tighten against her. The moment it ended Sofie turned her around, she nearly fell out of the bed. They giggled exhaustively to each other while she was pulled back in again. 

While still panting Sofie faced her up close with watchful eyes, and started moving her slim fingers against her groin firmly and rapidly. The bead rose from the warm swirls lingering in her crotch, and filled within seconds with hot lava. She gasped amidst the blazing music and stared up at Sofie. Her long wavy hair had fallen around their faces as if hugging her head. Sofie leaned further in with open tender eyes and pink face, and panted against her gaping mouth. Runa moaned behind the music, while her entire spine shot in hard bolts of actual pleasure. She groaned and watched her, in an instant her entire body burned and heaved. Sofie hovered over her mouth while grinning and heaving. She touched her faster, the bead burst in an instant. Runa faced upwards and touched Sofie’s tongue with her thumb, and stroked it gently when her senses fell inwards. Her mind fogged while she concentrated her best to keep looking at her glossy pink tongue. The bursting bead spread like a bomb going off in slow motion, glowing densely against her pelvis and hip joints, making her bones glow as if radioactive. Where the bead had been somehow fell together, and became something bright and dark simultaneously. The pleasure of it surprised her mid orgasm, it made her eyes widen in shock. Unbelievably intense and potent tingling pleasure singed inside it, like the tip of a laser. Her gaze lifted while barely seeing, she felt her brain go off like fireworks. Sharply she screamed and tightened in spasms, her spine shot with lightning straight up to her brainstem and made it prickle gently. Amidst it all, while her sight blurred at the corners and fell backwards, she could still vaguely see Sofie looking at her. Now with her thumb inside her mouth, she seemed to moan gently with heavy desire in her eyes. Her cheeks were brightly crimson, while her spirit shone through her wondrous bright blue irises. Her eyelids were heavy with great focus, though it blurred in the blazing pressure. Runa faded in the deep, as the sharpness vibrated, it ached against her happiness. She embraced the pleasure completely. The black negative at the center of her groin suddenly spread inside her, pushing the pleasure and tightness of her breath and spine to the limit. Her vagina contracted hard, she screamed and closed her eyes, and looked further up behind her eyelids. Everything turned black like gradient static, having her detach completely from her awareness, fading amidst all consuming ecstasy.

She came to still with Sofie over her, while gasping for air as if having drowned, she felt Sofie hold her head and kiss her face repeatedly and hurriedly. Runa smiled and started sobbing by the intensity of it all, and moved her arms around her shoulders and hugged her back. With the music still blazing she observed Sofie crying as well, though not as intensely as herself. They pressed their cheeks together and stroked each other, holding everything still until the sobs stopped.

Sofie had run over to the CD player and turned it off, and laid back down in her arms again, now pressed against her cheek. Their bodies were damp though their breaths had finally calmed down. She found her soft locks while they both laid on their sides, and stroked them behind her head gently. She kissed her softly on her big soft lips, still wet with their saliva. Both still in only their underwear, she felt her groin contract a few times while being absolutely soaked against the fabric. They pressed their moist breasts and bellies together, Sofie held her arm under her own and stroked her back gently up and down. The sensation of her fingertips caressing her so wonderfully helped her relax completely. Their kiss was gentle and spine tingling, Sofie breathed slowly against her, her sweat smelled sweet, adding to her already wonderful scent. She still felt so blissful, the euphoria had sunk into her belly, and radiated calmer with deepening affection for her. In the silence she could hear their lips move and smack, and listened to her breathe while stroking her back and hair. She couldn’t stop staring at her while gently crying, Sofie had her eyes closed still with a curved brow. 

Slowly she opened her eyes, her pale lashes flipped up and her big blue irises stared straight at her. Their lips kept on moving, having her stare back made her feel even closer to her. Observing the movements of her face somehow made her even more beautiful. Watching the rhythm of her head with bliss, the curve of her brows, her lips so soft and well-shaped against her own. With her slim nose hiding just a little against hers, parting her face so near. Though with a gentle gaze, she seemed amused that Runa was staring so intently at her, and started smiling sweetly. Runa moved her hand away from her hair, and stroked her left cheek tenderly. Still her heart beat fast in her chest, that sun burned deep in her breath and belly. She continued to kiss her, staring at the utterly perfect being that she was. Sofie smiled wider with her teeth which made her chest mush together. In her beauty and grace, she was also so adorable. 

“Did you want to say something?” She asked gently, Runa shook her head against her nose and looked down at her mouth. Her cheeks prickled more for a few seconds, and she smiled back at her.
“No, I’m just looking at you.” Sofie moved her hand away from her, and up between them. She lifted it to her face and stroked her cheek, seeming pleased by her statement. Runa leaned in again and pressed their lips together, groaned happily and closed her eyes. Sofie giggled and released, and stroked her cheek more firmly.
“So, are you feeling better about tomorrow?” She asked smugly, Runa leaned her lips on her cheek and giggled, nodded and moved back to brush against her lips.
“Oh yes, I’m gonna think about you all day long, I’m sure.” She responded, she felt her cheeks prickle while she sighed in with a hard hot breath.
“Especially your tongue.” She added playfully right back at her. Sofie leaned back while pressing her slim small hand firmly by her ear, and laughed widely and loudly as her face turned red. She was so cute when she got embarrassed, Runa couldn’t help but bite her own lip and giggle along with her. Sofie’s laugh was quick, she leaned against her nose and moved her little hand further back, stroking the curls around her neck and ear. The gentle sensations against her were so comfortable and soothing. Sofie grinned and added proudly:
“Good, I really tried my best.” Runa giggled and nodded to her, and raised her brows eagerly.
“Oh I noticed.” Sofie moved her hand forward and stroked her cheek again, her blue eyes softened into a gaze so gentle her spine trembled.
“And are you feeling happier too?” She asked so tenderly, it seemed like music. She felt her chest tightening, a pressure rose behind her eyes. She was sweet to wonder, especially after seeing her feeling so bad about herself while doing her homework. Fuck she was good, the greatest good to ever happen to her. She frowned her brows and smiled widely with her teeth, before she swallowed and nodded.
“Yes, I’ve..” Her sight blurred quickly, that heavy blazing euphoria rose a bit to show her its true potency. Like a sun in her chest, rising from the horizon. Sofie noticed her crying and said:
“Oooh, Runaa.” Awing at her before smiling. She leaned in on her cheek and pecked it repeatedly.
“Each day together I keep thinking: I’ve never been this happy before. But then I just feel it more and more.” Runa said amidst it all, her tears trickling down to the side over her nose. Sofie moved her entire arm around her head and pressed their lips together firmly, and pecked her hard a handful of times while groaning happily. Runa closed her eyes and let them come, before they released and breathed against one another again.
“Me too, I didn’t know I could ever be happy again. And now.. well..” When she spoke their lips brushed over each other, she stared back with tender eyes. While sighing hard in a shaky breath, she loosened her hold on Runa’s head and leaned a bit back. Started stroking gently at the curls by her ear instead, she smiled happily still with a pink face and red cheeks. Runa sighed slowly observing her with pride, knowing her happiness was because of her made the sun rise taller in her chest.
“Before you I had only cried with happiness twice, with you I just keep on doing it, I’ve lost count.” She said in gentle glee, her eyes shimmered with tears. Runa pouted and moved closer, and observed her pale pretty face contorting in an actual sob.
“That’s wonderful.” She uttered and kissed her lips softly while stroking her cheek. She felt her smiling in the kiss, their gentle movements turned hard and aching. Straight from her chest, near her obsidian melting just a drop, her blazing affection glowed deep in her ribcage. Knowing just how happy she made her had her chest burst with joy. Tears gathered beneath her closed eyelids, as she felt her face tightening again. 

When they released and smiled the tears trickled quickly out her eyes. Sofie giggled and sniffled, and moved her hand back and stroked them with her fingertips.
“Your hands are so tiny and cute.” Runa said and grabbed her hand, and held it up. She let go and held her own flat against it, and compared their hand sizes. She parted her fingers and stared at her slim pale hand, so small and graceful. Sofie gasped and flattened her hand in return, and stroked gently at her fingertips with her own. Somehow that felt strangely intimate, her chest mushed inwards against the sunken flame. 

Sofie’s eyes softened while she grinned.
“We’re people.” She said in a whisper, Runa giggled and nodded. For a minute she stared at Sofie’s endearing and beautiful face, while she looked at their hands stroking with their fingers spread. Suddenly she got a realization, and understood why it felt so intimate. In a textbook at school, quite a while ago she had seen a picture of a cave. On it with red pigment, handprints had been marked in negative, as if someone had pressed their hands over the stone before painting over it. The negative space was the imprint, so many handprints forever put there on the world thousands of years ago. As if to say; I was here, I existed. Sofie’s hand though smaller and slimmer, paler and daintier, still had the hand of a human. They were people. In this moment, amidst her burning sun and slumbering desire the universal marker of their humanity pressed together. Invisibly imprinting on one another, becoming a moment lasting forever in an instant. I was here, she was here. Now as separate beings, they were still together somehow. She teared up again, while she stared at their hands she started smiling.
“And we’re here.” She said gently, Sofie grinned with her teeth, twinned her fingers between hers and held down over the rest of her hand. Runa lowered her broader darker fingers over her knuckles and held her back gently.
“Together.” Whispered Sofie, Runa moved her gaze over to her. Though they had been one, once. They were here together now, as individuals imprinting on each other. She must have been feeling the exact same thing, that the revelation was shared made it feel even more intimate. She leaned in on her cheek, and moved their twinned hands against their left breasts still pressing together. She wanted to ask it, so we’re together then? But was she ready? With all they had done, all they had said, maybe she was? It was the perfect moment, she braced herself in silence. If she didn’t know for sure, then maybe she wasn’t ready? If not, she knew she was nearly there. So she let the silence be, and hoped Sofie felt the same while staring so fondly at her.

Footsteps started going slowly up the stairs, she heard right away it was Marion with the laundry. Sofie’s eyes barred open in surprise, Runa just had to giggle by the mere idea they could actually get caught like this. Sofie untwinned their hands and pressed her fingertips against her lips, and shushed her while starting to giggle herself.
“It’s okay, she won’t come in here, not with the laundry.” Runa whispered to her. Sofie tensed up still and blushed, hugged her close and lifted her knee up to her hip, and pressed her foot over her thigh.
“You gotta hide me anyway.” She complained still in a whisper. Runa giggled a bit louder, nodded to her and sat up. Quickly she grabbed her lower back and pressed her down on her own lap. Sofie stared at her with big eyes, and observed her closely as her long wavy hair fell around her shoulders and arms. Then while holding Sofie close she shoved the knitted blanket and the duvet underneath to the side and bent over it, carrying Sofie along with her. As if putting a child to bed she put her down against the sheet, and dragged the covers away from beneath her legs. Then she pulled it over her own back, and laid down over her, covering them both completely. Sofie stared at her with a wide smile and gentle eyes, her blush heightened to red yet again.
“There, you’re aaaall hidden now.” She said to her a bit louder. Quickly she felt Sofie’s legs part and press on each side of her hips, her shins and feet surrounded her legs and pressed against her.
“Ohh thank youuu.” She said amused and giggled, quickly she started to peck her cheek repeatedly and hard. Runa chuckled and moved her arms around her back, and hugged her even closer. The warmth and softness was so immense between them, bliss erupted once more. She blushed and leaned her face down between her neck and shoulder, and sighed hard while she relaxed over her soft skinny body.
“Mmmm.” She hummed gently, Sofie groaned back to her and held around her back, and rubbed her face against her own neck. It was so adorable her chest mushed, she grinned while they listened to Marion walk slowly to the top. Sofie leaned back enough to press her nose and mouth against her cheek, Runa grinned while they heard Marion enter the bathroom.
“See?” She whispered, Sofie raised her hands up behind her neck and stroked it. The softness still felt grand, their bodies laid together in a warmth so deep she started sweating. Sofie stroked her cheek with her nose, and caressed her nape and curls slowly and gently. Eventually Marion exited the bathroom and walked quickly down the stairs, and so they were alone again. 

“Can we stay under here forever?” Sofie suggested tenderly, though not serious it sounded more like a prayer. The notion was tempting, she grinned and leaned a bit back, facing her properly. Their lips brushed together, her blue eyes were relaxed, she grinned weakly still with blushing cheeks. Though it might be from the warmth too, not just her affection.
“Oh sure, though you might grow tired of me then.” She responded playfully, Sofie grinned with her teeth, and lowered her brows in a forcefully angry expression.
“Uh. No I wouldn’t.” She responded in an unseriously offended tone, Runa grinned back at her and raised her brows.
“Well you’ll at least grow really bored, I mean come on.” Sofie relaxed her face, and moved her nose back and forth against her own. She felt her entire torso tremble warmly by the gesture.
“No, I’d just..” Sofie said while she continued touching her neck curls carefully with her fingertips, tilting her head just a bit before continuing:
“.. count every hair, feel every centimeter, hear every story, tell you everything.” Her sweet words made her spine quiver with heat, and for her stomach to flutter just a bit more.
“Oh Sofie.” She responded gently back to her, before she leaned in and pecked her slowly. The feel of their soft dry lips pressing together again, made her spine beam and tremble with bliss. Sofie raised her arms and embraced her entire head, she groaned happily and closed her eyes. It was so easy to see her happiness, she felt so proud. As their lips dragged with gentle sighs and soft strokes of hands and legs, she realized she’ll never be the same again. Even if Sofie left her tomorrow, it’d hurt her so much but she’ll never go back to who she was before. Denying herself love, planning to die, believing nothing would change. She had been so wrong, indeed she had no idea life could be this good. So she teared up in the kiss but kept it in, whispered against her warm now slippery lips:
“In a way, we’ll be here even when we leave. We’ll remember, ‘cause it happened like a picture.” She said gently, lifted her hand and stroked her pale pink cheek, Sofie grinned widely. Her pink lips stretched over her white straight teeth. Her little dimples showed, and her hair stretched behind her head so beautifully, waving around her. 

“Some say our genes remember, in a way.” She commented, Runa kissed her cheek and leaned down against it.
“Oh really? How so?” She asked. Sofie’s arms lowered and relaxed against her back again, stroked it gently with her fingertips. Like a tickle tender as a touch, as if an itch finally being scratched, she groaned and closed her eyes.
“I read in Illustrated Science that life events can trigger epigenetics, sort of like an on and off button. So if a generation starved, the couple generations after will be fatter somehow, even after the period of starvation ended. Things like stress too, even just mental stress can apparently go down quite far. Or it could be simple, like if you smoke your disposition for cancer flips on.” She added softly, Runa grinned widely against her cheek, felt herself blushing more. She was so smart and curious, it was both fun and endearing. Despite her stunning beauty, Runa acknowledged, her mind was the best part.
“Do you think the genes remember happiness too then?” She responded tenderly and stroked her nose down to her neck again. She felt Sofie breathe through her neck, even felt her pulse.
“No, I think only straining of the body and mind has an effect on epigenetics, as a survival mechanism. I mean it makes sense that..” Runa grinned and leaned up, facing her silently.
“.. only the bad ones actually makes a difference. Though mutations has no rhyme or reason like a conscious being, it still has a cause and effect that can create the wildest..” Sofie blabbered excitedly, Runa tilted her head and raised her brows, and observed her amused.
“.. adaptations, and I imagine epigenetics are sort of the first step in that. I mean, the struggle for survival is what motivates everything, the pressure is the engine of evolution. I don’t know if the opposite can..” But then she paused, finally she noticed her expression and sighed.
“What?” She whispered and grinned. Runa touched her cheek more gently with her fingertips and chuckled, their chests and soft breasts jittered in her gentle laughter. Movements increased the sensations of their skins pressing together. She felt her stomach flutter while the ever increasing softness widened even more beneath her.
“Nothing I just.. was trying to be romantic here.” Sofie’s cheeks turned just a shade deeper, she bit her lower lip and looked to the side.
“Oh, right sorry.. I mean..” Then she gazed at her again, and pressed her slim hands firmly against her neck and pulled her down, she pouted in a playful smile and added:
“Oooh yeees of course, if I birth children I’m sure their genes will remember how happy and safe you make me feel riiight noooow!” Her tone was wide and playful, though forced, she made it even more humorous. It seemed she couldn’t not be correct. Runa laughed properly, and kept stroking her cheek as she was pulled down to her face.
“Awwee, you still gotta be perfectly correct, don’t youuuu?” She groaned in the same way and pressed their lips together, and pecked her repeatedly. Sofie giggled amongst them, and stroked the back of her head hard, adding against her quick pecks:
“Mhmmmm.” For a little while it consumed everything. Eventually they released with sighs and giggles. 

Runa stared straight at her and asked:
“So everything is all about the genes. How was that decided? If there is no will that guides it, how did genes become so.. important?” Sofie gasped and moved her hands forward, and pressed her cheeks together.
“Oh my god I’ve never thought of that. I have no idea.” She said excitedly, Runa looked to the side towards the big white and bulky family computer on the desk, placed in the corner of the room.
“Hmm, we can try and search for it on the internet?” She suggested, Sofie groaned and pressed her nose against her cheek, making her smile.
“Noo, then we’ll have to get up.” She complained so adorably.
“We don’t have to do it right now, it can wait.” Runa responded and turned her head, and pecked her lightly.
“Good, but I still wanna know.” She commented in another quick sigh. Runa moved her hand up to her bangs hanging to the side, stroked it and said playfully:
“Oh of course you do. Though I kinda wanna get up and turn on some music again.” She added, Sofie grinned sweetly.
“Hmmm yeah sure, at a lower volume then? I wanna hear you.” She responded softly, Runa giggled and pecked her just once before she said:
“Oh what exactly do you wanna hear, then?” Sofie paused near her face and smiled widely with her teeth, her blush turned deeper again.
“I don’t know, anything you want.” She replied, Runa giggled. That wasn’t even what she meant. Somehow she was so endearing, without even meaning to. Quickly Runa got up, and ran over to the bookshelf only in her skin tight short boxer-shorts. 

Sofie sat up and grabbed the waterbottle on the nightstand to her side, Runa observed her and grinned with warm cheeks, before turning her gaze ready for the task at hand. A section on the right was dedicated to CDs, many by Tori Amos, she picked a white one out and looked at the cover. A skinny and pretty redhead framed by white, standing in front of green bushes while wearing a pattern matching it in blue. Piano and singing was nice and calm right? She opened it by the desk and pressed the lid of the CD player down, and it popped up. She put in the CD and closed it, pressed play and turned down the audio. Quickly piano played, just like she remembered. She looked over to the bed, at Sofie laying below the patchwork blanket and white duvet. She laid on the side with most of her hair covering the pillow, with a relaxed gaze and still blushing, she observed her so clearly. Runa felt her cheeks prickle, suddenly she was so naked in front of her once more. Yet again she could see in her eyes just how much she was liked, that nervousness creeped up on her too. An overwhelming notion making her stomach flutter, she grinned and ran over to her, got in beneath the covers and pressed her face against her thin pale neck.
“What? Are you embarrassed?” She asked her, the sound of her dark smooth voice was felt and heard through her neck. Runa grinned and nodded while her heart rate increased. Sofie breathed deeply in and laughed her pretty rolling laughter, making her entire torso heat up again. Her skinny arms wrapped around her back, and stroked it firmly. Embarrassment beamed strongly inside her, she groaned and lifted her arms around her back in return, moved her up and over herself. Sofie spoke while she laughed.
”Awe Runa. Don’t be.” She continued amused. Runa nodded and tightened her grip, and pressed her face into her neck and shoulder.
“You’re beautiful.” Sofie added firmly, and removed her slim hands from between Runa’s back and the bedsheet, stroked the back of her head instead. Her laugh dropped slowly and the silence grew. Runa relaxed beneath her, feeling her belly and breasts, her thighs and shins, so much of her soft warm skin gave her comfort. Like she was falling into her, melting gently in the safest place she could imagine. She grinned and moved her head back, and looked up at her. The sadness of the world faded away, like Sofie herself was the wall between it. Nothing bad could happen here, that nervousness grew within her need to keep that feeling still inside her. A part of her already wanted it all, to keep her mind and body right here indefinitely.
“You’re so soft Sofie.” She whispered to her. Sofie smiled and tilted her head amused.
“It feels like I could be like this forever.” She added, and relaxed properly while she observed her blue irises, her relaxed eyelids with pale lashes and brows, she was being observed so carefully the nervousness grew, was she expecting something? What was she feeling? Having her like this took over her mind, she giggled and moved her hands down her back, and stroked it softly up and down. Sofie closed her eyes and groaned happily, before she lowered her head against her own neck and sighed.
“Mmmmh, me too.” She whispered calmly. 

The piano and singing got added to with other instruments, fun beats in patterns, not catchy but moving a bit frantically around like a living thing. The happiness struck her too, that intense yearning burning happiness. How many times by now had she cried with happiness in her presence? Again she realized she really had no idea such bliss could exist inside her, but here it was.
“Sofie?” She asked in a gentle whisper.
“Hmmm?” She responded in another groan. Some of her long blonde hair fell down on her nose and tickled her face, she blew it away and it fell more to the side.
“Those other times you have cried with happiness, when was that?” Her chest yearned to know it all, while also feeling all the happiness with her. Sofie groaned again, happily and widely as if to express herself without words.
“Hmm, the first time was.. when Mom and Dad married. You know, the rings and I do’s. I knew it was for life, and that Amund became my dad when they married. And oh, I don’t know, seeing Mom cry and smile, it just made me so happy, I cried too.” She answered calmly not too far away from her ear, though still muffled. Just imagining little Sofie smiling and crying in a white flower dress, made her chest beam with heat. A light soaring feeling swirled around her heart.
“You were a flower girl?” She asked, Sofie nodded and continued:
“Yeah I had this pretty white dress and shoes, and a tiny basket with flower petals, I walked down the aisle in church and everything. I was seven but even still I just.. I was so happy.” Runa smiled happily against her skin and stroked her more firmly.
“Aww that sounds so nice.” She commented softly, Sofie nodded against her.
“Yes, it was.” Her tone was deep and filled with warmth.
“And the second time?” She just had to ask, Sofie giggled, their chests jittered for a few moments, making the softness bigger again. She felt so warm, her entire torso prickled. The potent heat between them had her sweat, but she didn’t mind.
“Oh that was when I met Olai for the first time.” She replied softly, Runa grinned again, right of course.
“I was eight. He was tiny and pink, his little face was weird and wrinkly, his hair was white and wispy, he was like a little featherless bird with the face of an old man. But then I put my finger against his hand and he held it. I didn’t know then that that was like; an automatic movement for newborns. Back then I thought he wanted to hold my hand, that he did it on purpose.” They started giggling together, the softness grew wide again, she felt herself blushing hard both with heat and happiness.
“He opened his eyes, which I mean, most newborns wait a few days before they do that but, he was wide awake from day one. He looked at me with his big brown eyes and I just felt like he was saying: Hello big sister. I felt my heart explode with love, so I cried.” She said in a light tone, moved her head a bit back and spoke more clearly. Runa looked to the side and met her gaze, stroked her nose on her left cheek and smiled back to her.
“That must have been wonderful.” She commented with tenderness in her heart. Sofie really loved her family, it was sweet to see. Whatever had happened to her at her old school, the strain between her mother, the loneliness in her own home, she’d always have that. Sofie grinned with her teeth and sighed, nodded.
“It really was.” Runa moved her to the side against the wall and lifted her hand back, and stroked the cheek as her hair fell over to the side. Sofie’s cheeks turned crimson for just a few seconds, and she giggled and looked straight at her.
“And the third?” Runa asked smugly, Sofie’s focus increased, she paused and seemed amused.
“You were there.” She answered nearly in a giggle. Runa stroked some of her bangs behind her ear, feeling her soft locks with glee.
“I know, but tell me anyway.” She begged gently. Sofie smiled with her teeth, lifted her slim pale hand, stroked the curls near her ear and looked down at her mouth. Her blonde lashes faced down as her expression relaxed.
“Well, it was on the bathroom floor, at school. You were over me, and we kissed.” The image fell vividly into her mind, that bright ceiling light, and her pink face contorting into a silent cry. Herself asking: Are you okay?
“Right, that. So it was because..?” Runa asked with her chest softening, her heart beating so strongly and warmly by the notion. Sofie’s answer in the moment was safety and happiness, had that been true? Sofie quickly continued:
“Because you were over me, so big and strong and eager, yet so warm and soft and gentle.” As she spoke Runa felt her inner chest mush and sink more, with affection and warmth. Like the sun rising again, peeking up the horizon. In awe she watched her cheeks redden again, and her smile widening so beautifully.

“I just.. I realized this was what I felt like, being with you. You made my heart burst, in your own way. And I was just so relieved, I knew then that this, us, it could work, that it would finally happen. I was so relieved, and so happy.” Her smooth voice sank like a song mellowing into tenderness. The sun rose completely and whole, and radiated brightly in her own chest. The hairs stood on her arms, her breath prickled as she sighed hard, her vision blurred with incoming tears. Beneath the covers she grabbed Sofie’s thigh and lifted it up, Sofie giggled and helped her along. Runa gripped below her knee and bent it against her own hip. She leaned in on her lips while her breath turned into a quiet whimper, indeed she knew that feeling, that burst in the chest. Like a quiet explosion of that sun, it happened in the silence before she said:
“I cried that day too, with happiness. For the second time, and third, and forth, I cried a lot.” Sofie gripped behind her head and groaned as their lips met gently. Their soft touch had her spine shiver just once, as if bending around the sun to vibrate it with bliss. Her chest ached, she opened her mouth slowly as their movements tickled, turned electric.
“Why?” Sofie said in a loud sigh, her breath shook while she closed her eyes. Her brows curved already, their hips started moving against one another very slowly. Her groin beat with hot blood, emitting gentle pleasure instantly. Their lips brushed against one another again, their gasps blended in the space between them.
“‘Cause you looked at me with those stunning eyes, like I was so damn precious, and everything you said...” She said amidst continuously heavy breaths. Sofie opened her wondrous blue eyes, gripped her cheek hard and leaned in just enough to gather her soft lips around her own top lip, before closing them again. Instinctually she pressed her own over Sofie’s bottom lip and kissed her back. Slowly she released and lifted her hand away from her knee, she stroked up her thigh and leaned a bit back only with her lower body. Sofie quickly let go of her cheek and moved her hand down, she stared at her intently, and gasped the moment Runa stroked outside her panties. Then her slim fingers touched her lower belly, had her stomach flutter in a twitch, before her hand went down inside, making the pleasure rise in tingling warmth. She gasped and did it back to her.
“..I believed you. It felt like you looked straight into my soul, and you accepted me.” She whispered, and observed her pretty pink face tightening up just a bit, while her gaze relaxed into an euphoric expression. Runa grinned widely and continued:
“I didn’t know what to do with it, so I just kept on crying.” Sofie’s eyes were still open, her blonde lashes faced upwards, she too smiled while gasping. Slowly her own focus was fading gently at the corners of her mind and sight.

“I never thought I’d experience anything like it. You were incredible, and you changed me.” She added a bit louder, remembering that feeling made pressure emerge behind her eyes. They moved slowly as their breaths gained depth and speed. Her groin emitted brighter tingling pleasure, against her fingertips she felt that slippery and warm tissue, swallowed by wetness. Slowly she leaned over her, and observed her beautiful mouth open wider. Her brows curved harder, making a single wrinkle between them. Though arousing it was also moving, knowing just how much that day had changed them both, it made her want to give everything just to make up for it. In that moment she now understood, she had basked in that blue fire, that wondrous light without knowing it. As if all the good she had missed out on, gathered through her blue eyes and shot at her like a laser. Showing her just how good a human can be, what kindness humanity itself was capable of. Tears blurred her sight, in this moment like so many others; she was so beautiful inside out. The thought of giving her something pleasurable yet again felt like a gift. Though daft in the fog she scrambled for words to add, and managed to continue while panting:
“All the good I’ve missed out on became you, and you were so moving, so beautiful.” Sofie opened her eyes, her bright blue irises stared straight into her soul. Tears dripped from them, she grinned and said against her lips:
“Oh god Runa, you changed me too.” She groaned desperately as she said it, hearing it made the fog sink fast around her own mind. Dulling her thoughts so feelings could reign.

As the happiness burst from the sun and sank deep into her chest, burning hot and igniting brightly, her groin gathered slowly into that wonderful bead. She started moving her fingers quicker and observed Sofie gape higher and moan gently.
“Fuck Sofie, change me again.” Runa whimpered back to her, before she finally pressed their open lips together and gathered them. They rubbed firmly, it made her spine shake and her stomach prickle in jitters. Her entire face felt hot, while her groin melted amidst instinctual movements. She faded into the fog so effortlessly, and felt her caring and light traveling deep into her body. 

Their tongues met and moved, the wetness spread the softness wider, felt electric in every minute movement. Their skins rubbed together, everything folded open amidst hot tingling pleasure. The sharpness lingered amidst it all, poking out as she unfolded. She moved herself a bit over Sofie, all their movements grew desperate. The bead filled with burning lava so quickly, and burst as Sofie’s moans turned louder and higher in pitch. She opened her eyes and looked at her expression, her heart beat so hard in her chest, she started hearing it between their moans. The song faded, she fell into herself as the exploding bead let out pleasure like vapor, making her pelvis glow in white. Her thighs and belly tightened, their breaths gathered and broke apart in nasal highly pitched moans, she tried to be quiet but forgot about it when the orgasm broke out in full. Their tongues twinning together paused, she lifted her head a bit up and felt her lower body burn and explode. She faded completely in ecstasy. As one again, for just a few wonderful moments; that being arose once more. Made of light it emerged with numerous arms, eyes and spines. Their essences braiding together inside it. The feel of blending with her was bright and hot, and made her chest ache and burst with bliss. Though it fell as quickly as it had risen, and that being they were together, dimmed and fell apart like a flame in the moistest of fogs.

She leaned in emerging from it all, and kissed her deeply as Sofie moaned for just a few more seconds, before her breath caught up with her, and she heaved. They released, Sofie opened her bright blue eyes and smiled widely in her heavy breaths, in awe, bliss and exhaustion she gazed at her, the sight of her boiled her chest and cheeks. Her left hand stroked behind Runa’s head while they slowly moved their right hands out of each other’s underwear.
“You’re so good at that.” She said exhaustively, Runa giggled blissfully, and stroked her cheek with her own left hand. Yet another thing that was good.
“What, touching you?” She asked smugly, Sofie leaned her head back and laughed, her face turned brightly crimson again. The sound of it made her entire spine quiver just a bit more. Sofie’s expression calmed so elegantly on her stunning pale face.
“Well yes, that too.” She answered and sighed hard, before she leaned in on her face again. Her blue eyes were so warm and good, her entire being was so spinemelting.
“No I mean, you’re so good at making me want you sooo intensely. You know just what to say.” Runa giggled again, with pride and glee she pressed their lips together in hard closed kisses. Every friction against them made her stomach flutter, and for her spine to beam and shiver.
“Not like it’s hard, I just say what I feel and you swoon.” She said the moment she leaned back. Sofie laughed again, though this time a shorter one.
“I don’t swoon.” She commented and grinned. Runa chuckled and stroked her cheek.
“Yees youuu doooo.” She responded in a long exaggerated tone. “You’re so swoony and giddy.” They giggled excitedly together, the joy warmed her from within.
“..and beautiful.” She added lastly, while feeling her entire torso tremble with bliss and warmth. Their laughter ceased, Sofie smiled gently and moved a bit above her, she leaned in to touch her nose with her own. Her eyes softened to remind her once again just how much she was adored.
“Fine, I swoon, just for you.” She uttered softly like a song, it sent a strong shiver like lightning up her spine. Again she felt her heartbeat rise, she gripped Sofie’s head and pressed her close. Kissed her lips and opened her mouth, their tongues met again. Gliding and tumbling in the warmth and wetness she could never get enough of. The mist fell upon her once more, gently they rubbed their sweaty bodies together.

Quickly she felt herself soaking and boiling in sweat and warmth. Though comfortable in some way, it seemed her body just had enough. She released and groaned, quickly she moved the covers off them, and threw it back and said:
“Oh my fucking god, I’m burning.” Sofie grinned and said amused:
“Yes you’re so hot, you poor thing.” As they finally started cooling down their breaths slowed again. She lifted her right hand, reached for the waterbottle and grabbed it. Put the spout to her mouth and opened it with her teeth, before drinking a quarter of it. After putting it back she moved her torso backwards and pressed her hand against her naked back. They laid properly on their sides again, her fingers still wet at the tips, and started scratching Sofie’s back. She looked at her so warmly, and sighed with a slow breath and seemed to relax again. 

Still knowing for sure what had happened inside her, during those precious tears of joy was heartwarming. Happy and safe, she had said at the time.
“So you were honest then? That’s nice.” Runa commented gently, she felt Sofie’s chest jitter as she laughed quickly and softly. The sound of it trembled her spine again.
“You thought I was lying?” She asked, sounding so amused. Runa giggled and shook her head.
“Well no.” She replied feeling flustered. “I thought that maybe you were trying to encourage me, though I did believe you too. I don’t know what I thought.” She replied, Sofie moved over her, stretched her back and legs atop her, lifted her head up a bit and stretched her neck as well. Then she groaned and sighed slowly and hard. Somehow it was quite adorable, making her cheeks prickle and her chest mush. Then Sofie relaxed again, and Runa resumed the stroking of her soft back. After a short while of silence, Sofie broke it.
“Can you tell me about the first time you cried?” She asked gently.
“You mean with happiness?” Runa responded, Sofie nodded and smiled against her cheek. They pressed their noses together, Runa closed her eyes and looked inwards. 

“Hm, it was more than three years ago.” She mumbled against her cheek. But then she leaned back a bit and spoke more clearly. She could see Sofie smile softly in her side view, still with pink cheeks and beautiful features no matter the expression. Though she realized she was making favorites of those too.
“I had been here half a year and that day, right before Yule I had..” She remembered screaming and crying, throwing and breaking, burning anger, it emptying in her body.
“I had been such a fucking brat that day, throwing and breaking things, screaming and yelling. I don’t even remember about what. I then despite them always being so calm, hid under the bed. It’s just something I used to do.” Sofie pulled her closer again, Runa blushed and pressed her cheek against hers and continued nearly in a whisper:
“Eventually Marion had convinced me to come out, and she took me downstairs, I thought that that was the last straw, that they’d send me away this time. But instead she and Harrald just.. held me. I asked them why they didn’t hate me, and they said for the first time; that they loved me.” Sofie rubbed her nose against her cheek, and seemed to smile in her breath.
“Aw.” She said almost in a choo. Runa nodded and grinned widely, remembered so vividly when they leaned back and said it. How suddenly her chest had ached so hard with a completely new feeling. ‘Do you really?’ She had asked them, they had nodded with genuinely happy faces, despite everything she had done that day.
“That’s how I realized they weren’t gonna send me away, that they somehow understood that brat wasn’t me, I just fell apart and I sobbed, I was so relieved, and so happy. I didn’t think I could be loved. Everything changed after that. I’m starting to recognize that feeling now, with you.” She said lastly, and stroked her wet fingers on the sheets properly, before she moved it up and lifted Sofie’s long thick hair. She threw it to the side to make room, and started stroking her nape gently. Sofie groaned with soft eyes, lifted her left hand to her face and caressed it, and pressed their faces firmer together.
“That’s wonderful. All people thrive when they’re loved, I’m sure.” She whispered so sweetly in response. A radiating hope to one day be loved by her made her lost for words. She felt her stomach flutter again, the intensity of her own affection felt all consuming, she held back on nothing and Sofie swallowed it all so happily. She slowly moved her right hand back and lifted the covers, pulling it over them again before huddling against her so cutely. 

The wideness grew, like her beautiful body and soft skin was a blanket all on its own. Protecting her from ever being in pain again, and making her affection both vast and calm within her. She moved her left arm around her back, instead of stroking it she pressed her as close as she could possibly be. Sofie moved her head a bit down and nuzzled her neck with her nose and lips, it had her skin both tickle and prickle with warmth. She looked up at the ceiling, sighed long and deep with the pressure of this amazing girl adding to her calmness. She didn’t want her to leave for the night either. Again she felt she’d never forget what this felt like, while insulted or beat this feeling would remain to soothe her, to protect her mind. Though now she knew it wouldn’t, inside her around her spine sadness grew. What a tragedy it was that she couldn’t feel this all the time, to not be with her at peace every moment from now on. Just the thought of being removed from this person, this high, made her grieve her. She frowned her brows, anger seeped in as well. She had almost missed out on it, with rocks in her pockets, she was supposed to walk into the ocean and never know this, know her. Then, finally, she felt relief. It lifted the heaviness away and made her sigh again. She had figured it’d be hard to commit herself to her, being so inexperienced and clueless. But she felt that need deepening, to be called hers. Though she wasn’t there yet she was close. Some might feel limited doing so at her own age, but she realized it truly freed her. The restraints of her mind, and her feelings, it all let loose against her. Even just talking with her, that deep fun conversation on Sunday came to mind. The plates and the observer, morality, instincts, it had amused and relaxed her like nothing ever had before. With her she could just be herself, just like she had said to Harrald. Committing to her, would set her free.

She grinned and pressed her face down against her neck. She sniffed deeply in as she sighed, smelled her sweet sweat and hair. A high indeed, a light feeling of finally flying high like a bird, a seagull in white and gray. In the air it felt so freeing and comfortable and right. Even now a part of her knew: I’m hers already. Not just for a moment, imprinting on hands or picturing it lasting forever as an object, but after. Whatever would come, panic attacks, conflicts with her mother, or mean teens, it didn’t deter her. She felt brave knowing life had thrown her so much crap, she’d easily burst through whatever challenges Sofie brought, and melt against all the joy coming along with her as well. She trusted that Sofie spoke earnestly, and that since she had already decided to stay; the likelihood of being left behind for that reason at least, was small. Now their future together looked so bright. She wondered how happy she actually could get? How absolutely in bliss could they make each other? Would they fight? Would they hurt each other’s feelings? She had no idea how that’d feel. All she knew, was this, and that she wanted more of it, possibly forever. To fly gently, soaring light as a feather amidst warm summer winds. She’d do it all, with her.

*

They had been like that for hours, kissing, talking, and touching, seamlessly transitioning from one to another like waves of a calm ocean. Soothing her soul down to the bone. Not like a cloud of desire, though she embraced that at intervals too. But like a mist light enough to make her float. Calming and overwhelming at the same time. By the end, the waterbottle had been emptied. Eventually that one question nagged in her mind. Apart from asking to be together, which she refused to disrupt the timeline of, in case she’d say no: Runa’s question stirred amidst their kisses, musings and laughter. How was it decided that genes were so important? If evolution itself can’t decide anything? The force of evolution being pressure to adapt, or death. What was the force of the adaption itself? Genes, but how? When? So she had told Runa it was time to find out.

It had been fun when Runa had wrapped the patchwork blanket around them and lifted her up, carrying her over to the office chair and sitting down. She had turned around and sat down on Runa’s lap, wrapped the blanket around them on the front and turned on the computer. With some waiting for Windows XP to start, they had plenty of time for jokes and kisses. Eventually she had rolled closer and pressed against the desk, used the white computer mouse attached by a wire to double click on the Internet Explorer program, finally opening the internet. It opened on a news site in white and cream colors, called Startsiden.no. With headlines and pictures gathered in squares, she could scroll down the page, if she wanted to. Quickly she doubleclicked the web address bar, and wrote down by pressing on the white keyboard with steep keys clicking as she did. ‘Google.org’ and it showed up, with a white background and the ‘google’ letters all in different colors, the search engine was right below it. She had paused and thought for a moment, Runa had spoken behind her:
“Who decided genes were so important? No, why are genes so important?” Sofie grinned and wrote down her last suggestion. Many web pages showed up when she clicked on the search button with the arrow of the computer mouse. The web pages, headlines and a few lines of its contents went down until numbers at the very bottom appeared, showing the next pages.
| 1, 2, 3, 4, of … 234 pages | She observed it closely as she scrolled slowly, and read the headlines before scrolling up to the top again. She clicked on a headline near the top:

Why are genes so important? - dagsmedisin.no
Genes are made of DNA which determines what an organism is like, its behavior in its environment, survival and reproduction, and all of its characteristics. All living beings have genes, which can affect someone’s health, through inherited diseases, or if their eyes are brown…

Runa moved her hair completely to the side again, seemed to struggle, which distracted her and made her laugh. Then Runa moved her hands over her belly, and pressed her soft cheek against the left side of her neck. Throughout it all she had still felt her torso prickle with warmth, in her lungs, around her heart, inside her belly, and on her cheeks. She tried to focus, and frowned her brows and concentrated, she started reading. Quickly she fell into each word, describing mechanisms of the genome, how the proteins bonded in pairs in lines of two. But gathered in three, twinning in strands shaping together into X’s or Y’s. She knew all of this, even saw a small section dedicated to epigenetics. With simple drawings she began to realize exactly how it inhabited each cell, it was all for every function, each centimeter of flesh and bone, blood and fat. The code in it all, they were instructions, made of proteins they guided cells as if being instinctual. Like how an animal knows when to burrow for slumber for the winter, or like the birds flying south even before the snow fall. A living thing, down to the most fundamental level, in the mists of time it had risen from death, into life. Exactly how it happened and when, she didn’t find. If only she got enough to imagine it happening like she did with the neurons in her own brain. Or with her own bones and limbs, but there was no easy answer. 

She sat back and sighed frustratedly, and leaned against Runa’s warm breathing chest completely. Maybe the proteins came first? Shaping up the nucleus somehow. And the rest gradually built around it, before forming a membrane separating the boundaries of entropy? Between the organized living, and the disorganized dead? Why did it want it? The cell with no mind, somehow creating the code amidst whatever helped it build itself or copy itself. Why was it so important to be alive in the first place?

“So it’s like a computer code then? In every cell, directing it?” Runa asked behind her, Sofie grinned and felt her cheeks prickle more, and nodded and turned her head. She looked to the side and met her eyes.
“You've read it all too?” She asked her, Runa shrugged and sighed.
“Just a bit, and the pictures helped. But I’m not good at reading.” She lifted her left hand up to Runa’s cheek and stroked it. Just today she had said she was stupid more than once, even her teacher had seemed to imply it to her. 

Quiet anger rose in her, how could anyone ever think so? Maybe because they didn’t bother knowing her? She had gotten the gist of it without much reading, and with a simple visual aid she herself benefited greatly from too. The questions she asked, even on Sunday; had stimulated her intellectually. Has no one bothered to talk to her, or listen to her, apart from her parents? The notion made the anger sink and change, mellowing into a sadness pressing within her chest instead.
“Yes, that’s right. It didn’t say anything about how and why, maybe nobody knows?” She answered softly, and saw her smile while she looked down as her cheek was stroked.
“We could find more articles?” She suggested before looking up again with her gentle brown eyes. 

Sofie couldn’t help but wonder exactly how the proteins in her genes were arranged, to make her so beautiful? For her eyes and skin to be brown, for her hair to be black and curly? She slowly leaned back and turned her neck more, all to get closer. What genes made her the same height as herself, the shape of her mouth, her hands, her torso and legs? No matter how the construction of genes had happened, however it was determined to be useful for the cell to pass on as it copied, she was glad it did. To be here, basking in her natural beauty. A wonder of evolution, right in front of her. She had imagined herself being built cell by cell, with bones and flesh, with her brain and eyes in a skull. She had looked inside herself in wonder and terror. Now Runa ignited in her mind, becoming alive through the spark of life inside her cells, glowing and morphing through generations to end up exactly here like this. Though the warm light in the room was too dim to coax the amber out from her irises, that warmth and depth still remained. In motion and emotion, her body and mind were so unique and incredible. Her will to live so fierce and admirable, against her every moment throughout the earth’s eons turned so intensely meaningful. It all gathered in her beautiful body, in her burning eyes. Everytime their minds and bodies met, and faded in pleasure and warmth; they became a part of it, together. That force bringing every animal, every cell into this world had exploded between them. Once they had all been the same, now separate it was as if they yearned to be one once more. Again she had felt that being rise, like a child of light, passing on that spark while existing as one. Twice now it had been the highlight of her life, and with her she already knew; more would come.

Her breath gained steam as her pulse rose. Her groin still wet from the many times before softened in warmth, and gained a heartbeat all on its own. As if a new life made by her body’s reproductive instincts, ready to be fertilized with light and grow with pleasure.

“Yeah, we could, or...” She responded and smiled, Runa’s eyes relaxed to a more tender gaze. She smiled wider, and asked back so smugly:
“Or, what?” Sofie looked down and pressed their noses together.
“We could do something else.” Then she bent her neck enough to kiss her, Runa seemed to get the picture. She giggled and had them stop, and asked enthusiastically against her lips:
“How many times today are we gonna do it?” Sofie grinned and looked up for a moment, did she mean how many rounds, marked by the breaks filled with talking and giggles? Or how many orgasms, the last one she realized, she had lost the count on. Not by the sheer number of it, but by the fog.
“I don’t know, I just want you again.” Sofie responded smugly and leaned back, she lifted her right hand and looked at her wristwatch. It was half past nine. Runa grabbed a strong hold around her upper stomach with both arms, and leaned her face back and up, she laughed loudly with a wide open smile. The sight of it sent shivers up her spine, and flutters in her stomach.
“How much time do we have?” She asked mid-laughter.
“Half an hour.” She replied softly and leaned in on her lips, she felt her broad hands stroke down her belly into her soaked panties.
“Let’s hurry then.” She said happily and sighed, her broad fingers started stroking in circles.
“Ever the charmer.” Sofie commented with a giggle, she gripped her cheek and turned her head, kissed her back as her beating groin rose into pleasure yet again. 

Her bones ached and shivered, and her heart already beat so fast in her chest. Runa pressed their tongues together at the tips, flicking it swiftly and making it prickle. Sofie gasped and grinned by the sensation. Slowly her hand moved and melted her groin, making that wonderful bead re-awaken as the fog fell on her. Every thought evaporated when Runa moved the blanket over them to the side and gripped her nipple. She pinched it firmly but not hard, before gently massaging her breast in a soft hold. She gasped in the kiss and moved her hand back from her cheek, to her neck and curls instead. Stroked them firmly with large movements, that tingling warmth rose so fast. Runa’s hand moved faster as her own spine ignited and beamed, her breath and belly boiled within her. 

Miraculously Runa had let her in, by each time they did it they blended a little closer. How surprising it was to not doubt for a second, to love every moment of it again and again. She had forgotten in Runa’s bed, on the basement floor, in the little guest bed. And she forgot again, sitting in this computer chair. Why remember anything bad that had happened to her, when bliss, safety and pleasure was right here in the moment? Her skin had been set on fire, every part of her had heaved and shivered, her groin had melted against her fingers, it happened again on her lap. As she succumbed to it she felt blissful knowing by some miracle, that they were good at this. It couldn’t just be luck, hormones or youth, it had to be some biological destiny. A melding of souls and feelings, if anything in this world was divine, it was this. So she leaped yet again, into the fog, and pleasure, the burning of her body and soul. Nothing could ever hurt her anymore, now that she had her.

Sofie leaned her head up and away from her face, Runa moved hers down to her neck and licked it vigorously. Her movements were swift and hard, the few times she missed her clitoris she calmed down, and changed direction or height until Sofie gasped or groaned again. So quickly she had become so intuitive. Just when her spine was set on fire again, she gripped the curls in her neck and held them firmly. The bead started vibrating with hot lava as it burst, she closed her eyes and gaped high. Moaning in hard gasps while feeling her thighs and belly tightening, her ankles bent as well when she stretched them below her knees. She squirmed in the orgasm as it tingled its way around her entire pervis with light and heat, melted her anew. She moaned higher, gasped and breathed before it truly reached its height. The bead burst in white and streamed with bright ecstasy, she opened her eyes wide and screamed for about three seconds. After she moved Runa’s hand away, the second it nearly started hurting.

Just when she awakened from the fog of her desire, Runa rose from her neck heaving and smiling. Sofie laughed exhaustively, and moved her hand back to Runa’s cheek again before pecking her lips.
“Mmm Runa, you’re amazing.” She murmured between deep breaths, Runa gripped around her and laughed.
“Had enough yet?” She asked with glee and lifted her up. Every show of strength brought blushes and flutters out of her. So quickly her body trembled with warmth and tension. They fell over the bed, Runa on top.
“Never.” Sofie answered softly. Runa grinned smugly, raised her brows and nodded excitedly down at her.
“Well then: That genetic code of yours is just gonna keep being disappointed.” She added and frowned her brows in her smile, Sofie chuckled silently and lifted her hand, stroked her chin with her thumb.
“You mean because we can’t actually reproduce?” She asked hurriedly, Runa nodded eagerly. 

Somehow her words coaxed the image of pearls on a string, with little creatures tied horizontally between two of them, yelling at her to make babies already. She gripped her back with both hands and closed her eyes, and laughed widely and loudly. Runa leaned forward while joy and heat spread in her torso, she started kissing her exposed throat. Lingering there with her tongue, enticing her with every passing minute. While tingling her skin with spit and softness. She huffed and bit her lower lip. Embraced her with all her limbs and groaned. Time changed in the fog, felt impossibly long and terribly short at the same time. Still her spine shot with flame and light, she groaned louder and stroked gently at the hair in the back of Runa’s head.
“Oh Runa, never let me go.” She uttered impulsively. Runa paused silently, her eyes softened bittersweetly gazing up at her.
“If I do, you'd have to stay forever.” She responded sullenly with vast tenderness. Though it was clear her response was somewhat unserious, it matched her desperation perfectly. Sofie gazed at her beautiful dark face, so strong, soft and smooth. It filled her with such warmth and longing she ached. All the moments of pleasure and glee still gleamed so brightly, as well as the countless tears of sadness and joy. Her dark lashes framed her eyes of deep ember, swallowed by warm lights from around the room. Her soft nose sniffled just once, and cute lips frowned gently. The ache burst her heart open, and she truly felt it. This moment would pass, and she’d have to leave her behind yet again. She felt her own lip tremble, pressure rose behind her eyes and had them tear up.
“Oh no Sofie, I’m sorry.” Runa said hurriedly, and got up to her face and frowned. Sofie lifted her hands and stroked her shoulders and neck, she chuckled with tearful eyes. Misery had caught her a head of time, she tried to let it go, but couldn’t.
“No no it's fine, I’m just so emotional about leaving already.” She said, trying to dismiss herself. Runa shook her head and leaned down to her face, moved her bangs to the side when her tears finally trickled down her temples, and shushed her in a whisper.
“That’s okay.” She whispered so tenderly.
“I don’t think I can do this without crying now.” Sofie added further, tried to joke it off. Runa stroked some tears away with her fingers, sighed and narrowed her eyes. She clearly didn’t buy it for a second.
“Then cry, beautiful, cry for me.” She said softly, and frowned her brows firmly. The hairs stood on her forearms, and her entire chest lit up with ache and warmth. A single tear dripped from Runa’s dark lashes. Sofie grinned firmly in her sadness, and stroked her cheek back.
“I will.” She said back to her, twisted her wrist to see the time on her wristwatch, said:
“We have..” Runa gripped her hand and moved it away, she pressed it against the patchwork blanket curled beneath them both.
“No.” She said and contorted her face into a silent sob.
“I don’t want to know.” She hurriedly uttered with force, Sofie gripped both her cheeks and pressed her closer. Runa’s expression relaxed, and she smiled so sadly at her. Her beautiful face reached her and kissed her lips, she opened her mouth wide. And so, for the last time today, it began again.

-

With tears of sadness trickling down the sides of her face, they had touched each other. Runa’s tears were fewer, but made her sniffle throughout as well. Her flesh had tightened around her spine, that burning pleasure had first lit her up, then it had fallen deep into her center. She held back as best she could, until she couldn’t, and her moans roamed free out her mouth. Runa seemed to give it her all, it was clear her focus was on giving more than receiving. She seemed to relish in the sound and intensity coming from her, by now it thankfully had stopped being embarrassing.

While regaining her breath and awareness she had sobbed again, with happiness and warmth, sadness and despair she sobbed with loud gasps against her dark beautiful face. When it calmed their voices had been tender, with gentle promises and sweet words. Dotted with salty kisses, giving her the last remaining comfort and joy as it came to an end. Eventually, begrudgingly, they had to finally get up properly. 

Runa had gathered and given her a pile of their combined clothes, she wrapped them both in that patchwork blanket again and lifted her up, ran with her across the hallway into the bathroom. It had made them scream and laugh one last time together. Taking turns sitting on the toilet somehow felt both casual and intimate, though they tried to not look too closely at each other, it was tempting. Getting dressed solidified it, made these blissful hours end for real. Not having her soft body against hers made that warm mist fall, and for her normal life to return. Though the memory of it she was sure, would indeed stay with her forever.

They hurriedly ran down the stairs hand in hand, Runa held her backpack over her shoulder like it was nothing yet again. The house was quiet this evening as well, with only everchanging TV lights guiding them. They quietly opened and shut the door with the window in it, leading out to the outermost hallway. Runa put the backpack down, and gave her her deep blue winter coat. Sofie put it on and stepped into her shoes, she opened the main door and sneaked a peek outside just to make sure. The driveway though dimly lit, was completely empty. She sighed and closed it, and looked at Runa who smiled at her. In an instant she felt the pressure behind her eyes again, so she grabbed Runa firmly on each cheek and pulled her close. 

That aching and longing returned by the notion of leaving her, Runa grabbed her back in return and pushed her close. Their lips were firm and quick in their desperation, she opened wide while she pressed Runa against the wall. Runa giggled in the kiss, and circled her wet tongue with hers and quivered her spine for the last time today. The movements were quick and wide, and soothed the aching enough to make her tears dry. The day was ending, the endless time beneath the covers in her bedroom, and that guestroom had passed. She clung to it, and moved her hands back to Runa’s nape and hair, stroking it desperately. The tears loomed behind her eyelids again, she frowned her brows in both sadness and wonder. It was easier to be this with her, than anything else she had ever been before. No wonder she clung so desperately, when feeling her was so easy. She didn’t know what to do now, amidst strokes and lips, aching and warmth it was all so painful. It chipped at her insides sharply right in the chest, made her open her eyes and look at her. Multiple tears fell in chunks as she did, she observed Runa’s curved brows, her passionate expression. Her cute little nose, the movements of her cheeks and lips as she kissed her. It felt natural, like the layers had been peeled down to make herself so potently soft, she was vulnerable though also comforted vividly. She braced herself to fold the layers back again, that sharpness in her chest stirred, made her sob quietly and sniffle, she closed her eyes and tilted her head.

Runa released for just a moment and whispered:
“Oh don’t cry.” Sofie lifted her arms over her shoulder and moved them around her head, clinging to what would soon be lost. Every sensation on her skin and lips, all that emotion swirling warmly inside her, it was going to fade. She released and sighed against her lips:
“God Runa.” She complained. “It feels so wrong to leave you.” The sobs shook through her lungs, making her face contort in the sorrow. Runa lifted her hands and cupped her jaw, and stroked her cheeks with her thumbs, staring at her with sympathy.
“I know, me too.” She pressed her lips against Sofie’s warm left cheek, and pecked it as if to kiss away her tears, then she moved to her right cheek and did the same. She felt them prickle more, and grinned as some heat rose to light in her chest. She was so sweet to her, even still she was surprised by her blazing kindness. After everything they’d done today, she felt so much more closer to her, and her affection had fallen deeper, swirling so near her soul it hurt. She giggled while sobbing, of course she wanted to be so near her. Whatever loneliness and pain she had felt evaporated in her presence, down to the very depth of her being. To the deepest parts of her shell where nobody else had reached. 

She leaned against her mouth, kissed her slim soft lips with vigor. Any second now she had to let go, any moment now, and this sensation making her soar would disappear. God baby, the words fell into her mind. If only you were mine already, so we’d be together even when apart. Despite it all she was still afraid to ask, the little reason remaining in this bliss stopped her. Saying it was too soon, that it’d make her feel bad if she wanted to say no. But I am yours, she whispered in her mind, it was her little secret. Knowing it felt like enough for now. Their mouths opened wide, so desperately their tongues melted together in spit and longing. She closed in on it as the moments dragged on, knowing it’d end any second.

Her mother’s car drove into the driveway and parked, they released but she was weak to her impulses and leaned in again. She pecked her hard as Runa giggled.
“Mmm Sofie, you’re so cute.” She whispered so amused and sniffled, had she been crying too? She opened her eyes and paused, pressing their noses together. Runa’s dark eyes were glossy, this time she herself had been the overly emotional one. That aching shot through her, making her tear up, she tightened her brows and frowned firmly, she shook her head against her face.
“I’m not ready..” She whimpered, Runa leaned in on her cheek again, and started pecking it repeatedly. She spoke between gentle kisses:
“You’ll be fine.. maybe you can ask your mom to.. not talk again?” Right, Mom. She felt her face contort harder, imagining sitting in that car beside her disapproving mother made the pressure grow. Runa opted to rub her cheek against hers while pressing them together with her big soft hands, and said hurriedly in a whisper:
“Shit sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you more.” Sofie lifted her hands back to Runa’s cheeks and moved her head to face her again, her own sobs had stopped, but her tears remained.
“God Runa.” She added hurriedly, and leaned in quickly. In desperate starvation she felt her mouth with all her might, felt her lips and tongue prickle amidst shivering vertebrae. The last hurrah, last moment of bliss. Though quick it was wide and deep, nearly made her brainstem tingle. With an aching heart and weak knees she pulled away, forced with her will to take control of their departure. Runa’s expression was soft, and her smile was gentle. She could see a single tear trickle down her cheek.
“Wow.” She whispered in sullen wonder, before she sighed hard and cleared her throat.
“Good luck, I’ll miss you.” Sofie grinned and smiled, nodded and pecked her hard one last time. Silently they pressed firmly amidst spit and tears. Then she released from her completely, and said back as she let her go:
“I’ll miss you too, see you tomorrow, bye.” She opened the door beside herself, Runa grabbed her hand and held it as she walked outside. She gripped at her fingers while staring at her with great focus, despite the sad expression she smiled. Sofie grinned back at her one last time before they let go and she walked outside.
“Bye.” She heard her say back ever so gently.

Again she ran down the wooden stairs, looking back at her standing in the open door, and waved. She ran past the headlights, observed gentle snow flicker in them. She threw her backpack into the backseat, paused and straightened her back after closing the car door. Runa stood still with the door open, stared at her with soft eyes. Sofie grinned with prickling cheeks, wiped her tears away with both hands and sniffled hard, it made Runa giggle quietly. For just one more moment, she looked back at her. 

On the frontside of this little quaint house, in the darkness light lit her up in the back. While holding the doorhandle her body stood straight. Her eyes were focused, the entirety of her strong and soft face, arms and torso were so easily observed at this distance. Her chest ached to be closer, but it was time. She bent down, opened the car door and got inside.

“You shouldn’t hold her hand like that, she might get the wrong idea.” Said Lillian in a stern tone while she looked first at Runa who closed the main door, then at herself. Her pale face and brown hair was only lit up from the headlights hitting the white garage door. Her sharp face illuminated only from the side by cold light. Sofie sighed hard, and frowned her brows at her. Of course Runa’s sinful behaviour was what she saw. Yesterday she had begged her to be silent on the way home, just so her day wouldn’t get ruined by any more comments. To her surprise Lillian had accepted her request, only asking if she had a good time, which was understandable. The silence had been so relaxing.
“Mom, didn’t you see?” She asked, now with calmness blanketing her aching and anger. Her mother stared at her with no movement, she seemed unsure what she meant. Sofie grinned and lifted her bare hand, pressed it against her mother’s, still on the wheel. Lillian let go of it, she grabbed her hand firmly back, and looked down at it.
“I’m practicing, she’s helping me.” Said Sofie, Lillian started smiling with her slim lips, stared back up at her again. The blue in her irises shone gently from the side as well.
“I see.” She said in a tender tone, but then she lowered her brows and said further:
“Does she know?” Sofie shook her head and looked down.
“No I.. I’m not ready, I plan on telling her.. eventually.” She responded, Lillian let go of her hand and put it on the wheel, quickly she reversed out of the driveway and onto the road. She paused and changed gears before driving forward.

“It’s great you’re trying to get used to being touched again, but why couldn’t you do that with us? We’re your family, not her.” Her voice was just a bit angry, she almost seemed jealous, which was understandable. Sofie couldn't help but giggle at the notion, not everything could be about her homophobia. Lillian smiled gently when she laughed, looking at the road still. Getting used to being touched was an understatement. Runa had blazed through every barrier so effortlessly, touching her all the way in. With her magical hands and lips, her poor damaged brain must have relearned safety of touch. The moment the first wall fell, they all did, once she let go there was no going back. How to tell her poor judgemental mother such a revelation, or such transcendent change? How to let her know she’s back again? Was she really going to try? Though not ready for the fallout her true self would bring, she felt she had to tell her something.
“I know, but it just feels different with her, I don’t know why.” She responded as the ache of missing her grew, her nervousness coiled inside her stomach. She knew she had to tread carefully, so she sighed slowly and readied herself. Warm memories flickered in her mind, of the smell of her hair and skin, and of the feel of her kisses and soft body over her own. The ache hurt in her chest, added pressure behind her eyes but she kept it in.

“I’ve never met anyone like her before. She’s so fun, and safe. She cares about how I feel, and wants to get to know me. Around her I can relax, I’m starting to feel like myself again.” As the shore vanished in the darkness, and only moving lights, roads and houses remained; she spoke. When she was done Lillian sat still. Next to the hum of the engine she was quiet, awaiting her response pinched her nerves just a bit more, amidst the aching she wondered if she had been too generous? Had she told her mother too much? 

Lillian sighed slowly and hard, swallowed and looked over at her for just a second, her eyes were shimmering. Was she about to cry?
“That’s so great Sweetie. It seems you’re finally starting to recover, god I’m so relieved.” She said gently with a lump in her throat, and smiled widely while steering the wheel. Sofie grinned back at her, the nervousness started to untangle in her stomach.
“And I’m so happy she’s nice to you, but..” Lillian added, Sofie barred her eyes open, here it comes. The knot tightened like a quivering snake, knotting itself up again.
“By the way she looked at you I could tell she likes you. How is she gonna react when you reject her? How safe and kind is she gonna be then?” Her mother added, as fury rose in her chest, amidst the lingering ache to be with her, the sadness rose as well. Like a dense cloud around her eyes and spine. Despite the homophobia she was sure had a factor in this, she understood. 

Her mother didn’t know anything about her, apart from how strong she looked, and that she had indeed looked at her fondly from the door. She stared at her with sadness and warmth, smiled at her so tenderly. There was no denying it, how to explain away something so obvious? Runa was an expressive person to a fault. How to express she was safe, or that she herself wouldn’t reject her? Lillian might understand then, that she liked her back. Her mind wrestled with just what to say. ‘Runa wouldn’t do such a thing, she’s too good for it.’ Somehow she knew even if Runa got mad at her, that it wouldn’t put her in danger. She knew it deep in her bones. Of course she was biased, every touch between them was electric, every softness and wetness dulled her reason even now. Expressing just a smidge of it would reveal her, tears pressed in her eyes again. She looked away out the window, and saw her own face reflecting in it. Her big blue eyes, her pale face and thin nose, full lips and soft jaw. She closed her eyes, and concentrated. No she couldn’t make this about Runa, it would hurt too much. This had to be about herself, about Lillian’s poor traumatized daughter.

“I finally feel safe and happy around someone. Do you want to ruin that, over the extremely small chance she might get offended someday?” Quite the speech came from her, even though every word of it was true, she felt like a manipulator. If only she could just tell it as is, know her mother would accept her. She frowned hard still facing the window, the tears pushed forward amidst the hum of the engine. The road sounded beneath the wheels, they turned and passed other cars with headlights. Lillian was silent once more, such terrible heartbreaking silence it was. She was the one forcing her to hold back, eventually outright lie, if she had to. Her mother was the one in the wrong, and she had to somehow pretend she wasn’t, and force herself to act as if she was a reasonable person. When clearly, she wasn’t. Why was she like this? A primary surgeon, with trauma training, she's highly educated and logical. Why did she have to be so religious, so homophobic? The devil, the sin, it had no rhyme or reason, it was pure fearmongering, so obviously constructed to keep people in line. Why did she care? She was the one who had seen people from the inside, seen their biology, seen how similar everyone is, hadn’t she? The worst part was that she herself was too afraid to ask. The truth might make her feel worse. What if there was no good reason, that she chose to feel like this, and nothing could convince her otherwise? ‘I’m not going to reject her!’ She wanted to say. ‘I like her, I want her!’ 

“Alright then, I’ll leave it be.” Her mother finally responded. “Just promise to tell me if anything happens, if she ever makes you feel uncomfortable, or unsafe, or if she harms you in any way.” She continued sternly. Again her mind burned in shimmering light, showing her the countless soft touches, the questions about if she felt alright, every tender gaze, her burning eyes of fire filled her with such warmth even in her mother’s presence. The touch making her spine quiver could never hurt, that tongue making her mouth prickle could never intentionally harm her with words. She closed her eyes and smiled at her mother’s plea, if only she knew how easily she laughed around her, what bright joy she had felt being against her big soft body. Not a speck of Runa had ill intent, she knew she was biased. But even when they first looked at each other, despite Sofie absolutely not being in a good state of mind, she had seen it. Real genuine compassion. 

She couldn’t help but laugh again.
“I promise Mom, but you really don’t have to worry. I am pretty damn sure she’ll never ever hurt me.” She responded confidently, her mother laughed frantically, seemingly with frustration. She lifted her hand up from the wheel and shook it with an open palm.
“Despite everything you’ve been through, how can you still be so gullible!? You’re a teenager Sofie, you don’t know anything!” She yelled sharply as if mocking her, but that wasn’t what she was like. Sofie knew she was only stressing out. Still her words struck right where her anger had slumbered, erupting it inside her chest. It was right there, in the sentence she just spoke. Despite what I’ve been through?
“I don’t know anything, anything?! I’ve seen evil Mom! I’ve stared it in the eyes! You know this!” Her mind shot through her awareness with that being screaming in pain, prolapsing itself to avoid it. 

For just a moment she could look away from it and see human eyes staring back at her. A gaze of cold deprived pleasure, terrifying her to the point of fading away. Her spine shivered coldly amidst the anger, quickly Runa’s calm gaze of warmth contrasted it. With worry and caring, with joy and tenderness. Amongst focus and pleasure it burned her right through, beyond the barrier of herself, all the way inside. Remembering it calmed the terror as it rose. It had overwhelmed her in the moment, just recalling how it felt, what it did to her. 

Though she still managed to continue:
“Not for a moment has Runa ever looked at me like that!” She screamed back, frowned her brows and opened her eyes wide. Her mother was silent, she added still with bright red anger spiking her chest. Around the softness Runa brought, it thrusted out her mouth and mind in her defence. She stared at her mother with focus and fury.
“You don’t even know how good she is, you don’t know anything about her.” After she sighed hard to get her anger out, and looked away and closed her eyes against the window. They were nearly there.
“I’ve seen evil too.” Her mother replied carefully. “And I gotta admit, at least for the few moments where she stood in the door, I didn’t see it. She seemed to like you, sure, but she seemed nice too.” Sofie sighed with relief, and let all the air out of her lungs and sank down into the car seat.
“Yes exactly.” She said and sighed relieved. However her own mother knew about such things made her wonder, Amund said she had been through a lot. She looked to the side and closed her eyes again, too tired to ask she simply accepted it.
“Though I still don’t like that she’s into you like that, it’s so disgusting. I don’t know how you can see past it.” Her mother added with such contempt, the fury rose inside her again, it spiked right through the ache and up her throat. Out her mouth it exited beyond her control:
“Mom! What is wrong with you!?” The car was about to enter the driveway, as her tears pushed out her eyes she screamed:
“Stop the car!” While staring at her with big eyes, Lillian pressed the breaks and it stopped. Sofie took off her seatbelt and opened the car door quickly, got out and slammed it hard, she opened the door behind it and grabbed her backpack.
“God you’re horrible!” She screamed before slamming that one shut as well. 

Then she ran quickly, in gentle wet snow and darkness she ran up to their oh so perfect white house on the hill. She didn’t pay much attention to the fine greco-roman columns on each side of the main door, when she shut it. Didn’t look around the big white main hallway filled with their family pictures. Yet again they felt deceiving where they hung. Through blurred vision and sniffles she had dressed off, and carried her backpack quickly up the wide wooden stairs. Just before turning towards her bedroom atop it she heard her father speak.
“Sofie? What’s wrong?” She looked into the big beautiful open plan living, kitchen and dining room. Amund sat in their dark brown leather sofa, with lights on around him he was watching TV. He got up when she looked at him, undeniably observing her tears even from this distance. Her face contorted in a silent sob, Lillian arrived downstairs and said rather quietly:
“Sofie, come on now. Let’s talk, I’m sure we can..” Sofie looked down at her, tightened her face in both fury and despair.
“No.” She shouted in a whisper. “I never want to speak to you again.” She added, by now Amund was by her side and touched her arm,he looked down at Lillian with surprise.
“Sofie Sweetie..” Her mother pleaded again, as if she was hurt too. As if she herself was in the wrong for being emotional yet again. 

The notion finally made her sobs so obvious, her tears to many not to be noticed by them both. As her insides spiked and ached she felt her knees tremble, she didn’t want to collapse here, right in front of them. So she quickly walked on into her own room, and threw her backpack on the floor.
“What did you do?” She heard Amund ask in an angry whisper. Just before closing the door he pushed himself through and shut it for her. She stepped back from him, still tears trickled down her cheeks, she felt her lower lip tremble.
“What’s going on?” He asked softly and lifted his hands. She shook her head, would he react the same? If she told him would Lillian listen through the door and know? ‘And she’s not a girl’, he had said to her in the backseat of that terrible car. Did he already know then? Or had she imagined it? Just like she had imagined her mother being a good person, even after being slapped by her. 

So she shook her head and replied with a trembling voice:
“No, I can’t. You’re gonna think so too.” He stepped closer, so she lifted her hands to match him, it felt like he was going to grab her to keep her still.
“Think what? You mean like Lillian?” He asked calmly though still he seemed quite confused. She put her hands in front of her face and sat down on her bed.
“What did she say?” He asked further, and sat down beside her. “Is it about her Christianity?” She removed her hands and placed them against the nicely made bed, nodded carefully and looked over at him. His ashy blonde hair was for once down and well kept, with sharp features and wide shoulders he sat in a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans. He grabbed her hands and held them together, it was easier not to pull a way now. His brown eyes softened in sadness, he sighed fast and hard before talking again.
“Then I promise, whatever it is, I don’t think the same way your mother does.” She focused on his expression.
“Because you’re not..” She asked, he continued for her:
“No, I don’t believe in any god. Now, what did she say?” He was calmer now, his eyes far more aware and in less surprise. She looked over at the door and whispered:
“Do you think she’s eavesdropping? I can’t if she’s listening.” She felt tears trickle down her cheeks as she said it, he frowned at her and got up quickly, and walked to the door and opened it. And there she was, standing straight with big eyes, she started whispering to him:
“I just need to know why she’s..” He pushed her forwards and closed the door behind him, as he whispered back:
“I don’t know what the hell you..” The door closed, the whispering muffled behind it. She sat alone on her bed, in her pretty baby blue room with white furniture, filled bookshelves and anything else she could want. A big fluffy carpet, a wide soft bed, all to spoil her rotten. All to make her love them. 

Amund entered again, this time with a quiet fury, and sat down beside her.
“Okay I sent her off, she promised to not eavesdrop.” He lifted his hand and touched her shoulder. She turned away from him but resisted pushing it away.
“What did she say?” She just had to ask, he sighed hard again.
“She said she expressed her opinion about her religion, and is really confused as to why you’re so sad about it. Not your anger though.” He responded softly, and sounded so disappointed, but he wasn’t surprised. She turned her head towards him again, he had lowered his head and looked down, his sharp face relaxed in a somber expression.
“So she knows then, what she said was bad?” She asked further, he nodded and looked to the side.
“Oh, she knows, not everyone agrees with her and she usually tries to keep it to herself. But sometimes it just.. comes out.” He responded in a low tone, still looking away from her. She narrowed her eyes at him, so he knows how terrible she is? Her tears had stopped, quickly her brain flooded with images of him excusing every word she said, dismissing her despair.
“How can you even be with her, when you don’t agree with her horrible views?” His gaze lifted, he stared straight at her with brows tightening in frustration. But she understood, it wasn’t she herself that frustrated him.
“Because the alternative is ten times more horrible. There are really good reasons as to why she believes the way she does, and right now she’s just clinging to her religion to keep herself from falling apart.” He answered firmly, she barred her eyes open as he spoke, trying to understand made her realize; she didn’t know her own mother at all.

“What are you even talking about? Falling apart?” She asked in her confusion. He squeezed her shoulder gently, and added hurriedly:
“It’s not my place to tell you, but I want you to know that your mother is a complicated person, that none of this has anything to do with how much she loves you, or how good she is as a person.” Good? Sofie felt anger rise, lowered her brows and tightened her face in fury.
“Oh she’s good now? Even when she said on Monday that Runa is a sinner by the power of satan, and that homosexuality is a choice, that it’s disgusting and sinful? She called her a bulldyke too.” He lifted his hand from her shoulder, pressed them between his brows and lowered his head, sighed hard.
“Oh dear.” He uttered in mellow anger. Sofie continued furiously, and barred her eyes open while acting surprised:
“Or how about; after noticing her staring at me from inside the car, saying she can’t believe how I manage to look past her presumably liking me, when it’s so disgusting?” He sat still with his head down, she lifted her hands up, he looked up at her as she continued, now in a densely ironic tone:
“Yes she’s such a good and wonderful person, truly, a saint.” Waving her hands as she spoke. Amund gathered his arms and tied them in front of himself, as if he needed comfort too. He shook his head rapidly and said:
“I can’t defend her words, just know that her reasoning, that it’s.. It has nothing to do with any of us.” His expression spoke of many feelings at once, with firm brows and sad eyes, with tight lips and steep breaths, he had tried the best he could, she was sure. But it wasn’t enough. 

Finally her anger lessened, and that terrible aching grief rose from its ashes, tearing her apart from the inside out. Tears swelled in her eyes, her hands started shaking as she tied her fists against the duvet.
“Well now it has something to do with me. I can’t just write her off like you can. When she finds out that her own daughter is a sinner, well..” Sorrow ripped her throat apart, and spiked deep in her chest. She felt like laying down on that fluffy carpet again, bawling her eyes out. But instead she paused before sobbing and looked to the side, and closed her eyes while quiet tears fell.
“Oooh noo, Sofie..” He said tenderly in a long sullen tone, she felt him attempting to stroke her arm. But she opened her eyes and stood up, and walked away from him.
“No it won’t help.” She said firmly in a loud whisper. “I just want her.” Her voice broke completely apart, her knees weakened and she fell down, leaned over them. Loud long sobs exited her mouth in groans and shakes, she put her slim pesky arms around herself and tried to imagine it was Runa’s. But it wasn’t, the notion made the ache pierce deep inside her, had her lift her head still with closed eyes, and sob louder. She felt her father’s hand stroke her back, it burned like needles through her spine going into her brain, making her shutter.
“No, don’t!” She screamed, opened her eyes and saw him beside her. He withdrew quickly with wide eyes.
“It won’t make a difference, you can’t do anything! Only she can, only..” She added further, still sobbing with blurred vision. Her aching guts continued pushing out her chest and face, it was true, nothing could be done. 

If her mother’s morals were detrimental to her well-being, then was all lost? Was it inherently selfish and bad to ever demand she’d change, if it could break her? Being unloved and disliked would only be part of the course either way. She’d find out one day, it could have been better if she did years from now. But here they were, now her life had changed. Was there no helping it? What would she say then? ‘I hate people like you! You deserve to burn in hell! My daughter isn’t a lesbian!’ The words screamed in her aching mind, burned the spear in her chest so hot, it actually physically hurt again. This time more than ever.
“God! Mom’s gonna hate me!” She groaned loudly.
“No she won’t, she loves you.” He said back, the sadness in his voice helped her calm down enough not to be loud. Her sobs continued deeply in her breaths, more quietly she responded:
“I can’t stay away from her Dad.” She groaned. “I like her too much, oh god, I can’t leave her now. We just started.. getting to know each other. I promised her, I can’t just..” She sniffled and sobbed in whispers.
“.. And even if I did, I’d still be who I am, I’d still upset Mom eventually. Am I supposed to lie for the rest of her life?” She sat up and pressed her hands against her face, lifting her head up groaning in frustration.
“No, of course not.” Amund answered carefully.
“Finally I meet someone and I can’t be with her?” She asked and wiped her tears with all her fingers, before she sighed hard and finally calmed down.
“Yes you can, we just gotta.. find a way to ease her into it.” He responded and nodded, seeming to be on her side somehow. The notion was comforting.
“What’s gonna happen then, when she finds out?” She asked exhaustively, found her father’s hand and grabbed it carefully. He sat as close to her as he possibly could, without touching her, she looked to the side and gazed at him again. His eyes were filled with tears, his expression tight in somberness, yet his brows were low, in anger and despair. The last time he grew silent like that, was at the hospital. Just a glimmer of a memory seeped from the veil, of him standing beside her with wide glossy eyes, a quiet fright gave him an empty stare. She frowned and sighed, he must be feeling pretty awful then. 

He cleared his throat, blinked away a few tears and straightened his back, so did she. Her head started beating with mild pain and exhaustion. Amund had paused in silence, and frowned his dark blonde brows and looked to the side. He seemed to hold back for some reason.
“Please, I need to know.” She added further, now calm and more collected. Amund sighed steeply, and gazed at her again with relaxed brows.
“Well… She might disappear, not be herself for a while, or be institutionalized. The severity of it is hard to predict.” He finally answered, she nodded and lifted her hand against her forehead, and sighed steeply and hard again before sniffling. What the hell was wrong with her? Some insanely difficult mental illness? The worst one she had heard of was schizophrenia, was it something like that?
“Jesus christ.” She whispered. 

Her mind fell back to her and Runa’s conversation Monday evening. How hopeful Runa had made her, their plans for her to talk Runa up, the idea to harness her mother’s love in some way. It felt so naive, so ridiculous now. She leaned her head back and started laughing frantically. Tears gathered in her eyes as she did, Amund looked at her with big surprised eyes. She wasn’t the most damaged one anymore. I was right! It had all been a facade, just not for me, but for her. Amidst her crying and laughter she remembered that slap, without understanding it she had seen Lillian act in an odd way, swaying at a standstill with wide eyes. Psychosis? If it happened again, what would happen to Olai? Would he see something too? Be burdened by yet another mentally ill family member? All so she could be with a girl?
“Oh my god, how am I supposed to keep seeing her, and not break Mom?” She whimpered. 

Again the countless strokes of her hands gleamed so brightly in her mind. All the sweet sensations of her lips and fingers, and those eyes of fire staring at her with tenderness and passion, all made her mind and chest burst with bliss and ache. Her heart broke apart just by the thought of never feeling her embrace again, never hearing her laugh or talking to her for the last time. She frowned her brows, while still tearful she looked down, and felt her mind flail desperately for a solution. She could tell her mother and get it over with, or avoid Runa forever. Her face contorted in a silent sob by the mere thought, she looked to the side. Just the possibility of it gave her chest terribly aching grief. It shot deep inside and actually physically hurt her along her belly, breath and heart. She sighed hard, and let the scenario go as quickly as it had arrived. I actually do need her already. So, she corrected the direction of her thought: Never invite Runa over, but still see her at her place. Avoiding her own mother at all costs, until, what? She went back again, and tried to see a way out, in every scenario it ended with her mother breaking down somehow, smacking Olai across the face and going nuts, screaming and crying. Or how exactly would she react? 

She lifted her fingers to her mouth and gasped silently, Amund moved his hand to her back and stroked it gently. It didn’t feel terrible, but helped her shoulders relax instead. She looked over at him, his eyes were still tearful and sad, but he smiled sweetly and said so calmly:
“It’s not your responsibility to keep your mother from losing herself. Nor your burden to bear. You should be with her, your happiness is just as important, and your recovery is worth it all. I’m gonna figure something out, ease her into it somehow.” She grinned and looked down, maybe there was something he could do after all?
“She might not react as strongly as you fear, but until then I want you to keep seeing her. I can already see you’re getting better. I have no idea what she’s doing, but my god Sofie, don’t let your mother ruin it.” He continued, she leaned backwards and giggled while she sniffled, and nodded to him.
“Already? I’ve barely been home, how can you even tell?” She asked amused.
“Right now I see that you express yourself more, maybe you even feel more.” He lifted his hand, their eyes met as he stroked her cheek. Amidst his tears a warm gaze of brown stared back at her, he smiled and frowned his brows firmly in a bittersweet expression.
“You’re withdrawing less, and your eyes just look more.. lively.” He said softly in a light happy tone. She grinned as her cheeks prickled, and looked down to the side.
“You should see her eyes.” She commented carefully. “They’re so lively and expressive and kind.” He nodded and asked a bit louder:
“Yeah?” She looked up at him and nodded, smiled and blushed a bit hotter. This time when talking about her, she could actually be honest. Though she didn’t want to tell him everything. 

Quickly she stood up from the white fluffy carpet, Amund let go of her, she sat down on her bed again and he followed.
“She..” Said Sofie, but paused. How to describe that wonderful feeling? When Runa had pressed her down on that little bed, pulled the patchwork blanket and duvet over herself and laid down on top of her. That pressure and warmth, complete and utter safety and bliss. How their bodies had felt while naked and moist, pressed together underneath the covers of her bed. All that moisture had covered her like water, after blazing pleasure it had burrowed her bliss deep to her bones, calming something primal inside her indefinitely. It had been the most serene moment of her young life.

“You know when it’s cold out and you go straight into the jacuzzi?” He nodded and smiled. “She’s kind of like that. But instead of laying down in it, she’s more like warm weighted water folding over me, capable of shielding me from anything.” She continued somewhat hesitantly, and felt her chest grow lighter. Finally she could say exactly how she felt. Amund grabbed both of her hands, and held them firmly.
“That’s quite the description.” He commented and chuckled lightly. Sofie nodded and grinned, and looked down still with prickling cheeks.
“Yeah, sorry.” The metaphor didn’t do her justice. A wide warmth so firm and soft at the same time, shielding her from all the pain in the world, soothing the terror within. Her touch had been so thrilling and magical, making her body tingle beneath her skin. Those amber eyes had been glowing in her gaze, staring straight into her yearning soul. She couldn't tell him exactly that. But maybe she could be more specific, about the things he would see if they met? 

She breathed in hard and started talking while looking at him:
“Her name is Runa. She’s strong and broad, but also soft and warm. Her skin and eyes are brown, her hair is dark, short, and curly.” He smiled and nodded, listened quietly, though the moment she paused he said hurriedly:
“Oh wow, she really is the polar opposite of you, looks wise.” She giggled for just a moment, nodded and sighed. That was true, though she hadn’t thought about it until now, it was amusing. For the first time she couldn’t help but wonder how Runa and him would get along? Both expressive and enthusiastic in their demeanors, it could go well. Her mind glimmered with fresh memories of her being so close, laughing with soft eyes. She felt her lungs and belly heat up, looked down again and continued:
“She was born in Streamisle, and her birth-mother was abusive, she was taken away as a child and moved around in the fostercare system. Apparently having a terrible time both in school and at home wherever she went. Though her parents now are really good, but even still, school has been horrible, she’s an easy target, and has ADHD.” Amund frowned gently with his slim lips, lowered his brows in gentle sympathy. She stared up at him carefully.
“Despite all that, she’s so kind and considerate. She’s funny and energetic, expressive and genuine, kind of like you.” He chuckled silently and nodded, patted her hands with his.
“That’s pretty common actually.” He commented warmly, she leaned her head back and giggled, felt her cheeks prickle so hot like static. She knew what he meant, had heard girls pick boyfriends like their fathers. Even if it was true she hadn’t foreseen it happening to her as well.

“Is it?” She asked amused, he laughed along with her.
“Oh yes,” He answered. “We like what’s familiar, especially from childhood.” He added, shook his head and said further:
“Don’t mind me, go on.” She sighed hard, nodded and sank her head down. Her gaze lowered, looking out her pretty baby blue bedroom.
“Okay so, don’t tell Mom, but she doesn’t go to Gardencity school, but that little one above it, called GC2. You know, because of her learning difficulties? But she is actually really smart, she’s curious, catches on quickly and is so creative. I think that’s why she’s so funny, whenever you meet her you’ll think so too, I’m sure.” He leaned his head back and started yawning, let go of her hands and lifted one of them up to his mouth.
“Oh god.” He said right after. “I’m sure I will. But maybe you can tell me more about her tomorrow?” She grinned and yawned right after him, and nodded as her eyes teared up with tiredness. Amund sighed hard and grabbed her hands again, and nodded firmly to her.
“But listen.” He said quickly. “I want you to know, with your mother, that..” He sighed again, gathered his lips and blew out through them, and looked to the side. His brown eyes concentrated, she observed him closely.
“Remember before, when you and her were so close?” He looked back at her, quickly her mind flooded with warm memories. 

Gentle and happy, like a dream with blooming sun and echoes. Of being lifted up by her and cuddled, how big her hands were against her own. She had been so tall and wide like a being of clarity and comfort. Playing and laughter, being read to every evening. Falling down a hill, loosing her milktooth. Lillian comforting her, holding her, and drying her tears while reminding her about the tooth fairy. At the altar with her parents, there was a reason she was so happy. Words sprung forth from the echoes of time, smudged on the veil of lost innocence. ‘Mommy is sad, but that’s okay. You haven’t done anything wrong, sometimes Mommies are sad. It’s a part of growing up.’ Holding her hand down the road in summer, the memories grew more unclear. Delivering mail to Grandma Mona, Lillian had lifted her up so she could put the letter into a bright red mailbox. Staying with her grandma for months, asking again and again where Mommy is? That sharp pain her mother had given her erupted in her chest, around it her heart burst with that strong familial love. The kind existing inside those bright happy moments in her life, but this time it hurt. She frowned and tightened her brows. Tears trickled down her cheeks, she sniffled and smiled, nodded and looked down. Amund continued tenderly:
“That kind and caring woman that raised you, that’s your real mother. The true her, not.. her sickness. Just know her love for you has saved her more than once. No matter the reaction, I know she wants you to be happy. For you she’d do anything, even if it’s hard for her, I know it.” Maybe it wasn’t wrong to think a mother’s love was vast? That it was the solution? Somehow in this moment, she remembered the plates. Hers and Runa’s conversation last Sunday night. She had never thought of it before, but exactly how bright and beautiful were the prints given from her, to her mother? Had Lillian’s plate been scraped up too? She wanted to know more, but Amund held back. To respect her privacy? Why hadn’t anyone told her anything, until now?

“So, let’s see if we can give her some time to adjust? I’ll do what I can, ask her to let her.. skepticism lie, for your sake. So try to relax, I’m sure that eventually it’ll end well.” He said softly, let go of her hands and cupped her jaw. She stared at him with blurred vision, and nodded.
“So you actually don’t care that I’m into girls?” She just had to ask, though it came out in whimpers. He leaned his head back, a wide sharp smile opened. His white teeth had a small space in the front, and he laughed properly, as if it was a stupid question.
“After what you’ve been through? I’m just glad you feel safe around someone again.” He smiled widely.
“As long as you’re safe and happy, I don’t care. I love you no matter what.” He continued, Sofie grinned and looked down, she nodded with warmth in her chest. She felt her neck unclench, a pressure excited her incoming sigh, her sight blurred more. He grinned in a firm expression, and held her head gently.
“I love you too.” She added and looked up at him. Slowly his smile faded, and his dark eyes focused. He squeezed her cheeks together between his long pale hands.
“If anything happens with her you’re uncomfortable with, and she doesn’t listen; you call me and I’ll get you right away.” Now she was the one finding his words amusing, so she giggled with teary eyes and an emerging warmth around her spine and cheeks, and sniffled a few more times.
“Okay, but I don’t think you have to worry. She’s so respectful and considerate.” She responded quickly, he nodded and let go of her face.
“Good.” He said as if gasping just once, sighed hard and lowered his head, then with tired movements he got up from her bed.
“And we want you home by dinner tomorrow, it’s just easier that way.” He ended it with.
“Yeah Mom already told me yesterday.” She answered, looked to the side and frowned her brows. Remembering what Runa said in front of the fireplace made tears press behind her eyes again, though she didn’t cry. Tomorrow was going to be hard on herself as well. 

Quickly she turned her head towards him, he was already on his way across the room.
“Dad?” Even still, a pressure in her chest that had lingered since Monday had lifted. Even if her mother disapproved, she had him. He stopped, and put his hands into his blue jeans pockets.
“Hm?” His lean frame, ashy blonde short hair and sharp face all so familiar, it wasn’t his looks that reminded him of Runa.
“Thank you.” She said lastly, he grinned and nodded.
“Well of course, and sleep well, little one.” She nodded and looked down.
“Yeah, you too.” She said back, after he quickly exited her room and she sat alone. The emptiness in the silence already felt so vast, it hurt her chest. To sit in it felt nearly tortuous, now being so far away from Runa’s glorious warmth and beauty.

Quickly she got up and opened the door, and went into the bathroom to pee and brush her hair and teeth. She was tempted to call her, to tell her everything. But knowing just how worried she had been, about being left behind because of her mother’s disapproval. It didn’t feel right to truly make her worry, to make her suffer even more than she already had. She decided to not burden her, at least not right now.

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Beneath the covers their countless kisses flickered in her mind, she got the yearning sensation of her strong body pressing behind her own, against her back. Of her wide firm arms wrapping around her from behind, holding her body still while her chest ached. She teared up in the darkness, and frowned her brows and lips, longing for the feel of her skin. Her memories hurt as much as it made her happy, the thought of leaving it behind was unthinkable. She was indeed worth it all, whatever would happen; she got the burning feeling what they had was special. To let it go was a loss beyond her youthful comprehension, she was sure. She knew it deep in her bones, that them together was right and true. The force between them deserved to exist, even when they were apart like this. That being of light merging them together was a work of art. Every time they laughed, touched, spoke and gasped together, they got a little closer to that light. It was a being worthy on its own merit, and her mother had no right in coming between it.

As her mind faded to sleep, she saw those eyes one last time. Surrounded by her smooth brown skin, framed by black lashes, and pupils burning in orange, lighting the way to her salvation. It wasn’t a force she would run after but not quite reach anymore, it was here, within her. In her dream she existed in peace, in warm water and calm waves. Nearly away from actually dreaming, she felt the ache still. Of her touch, her voice, the look of her loomed even when sleeping. She relished in it, missing her abstractly. It was indeed a gift from the cosmos, from the eternal sea, from the proteins that formed her genes, down to the force of evolution and beyond. Swirling within her atoms that force of life and light guided her closer. It truly was the greatest gift of all.