Fusion

by Diana Kane

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  “We are really going to have to get out of bed sooner than later.”

  “Just one more baby and then we’ll get up.” I give Catherine the look and push against her and glide my sex against hers. United by our second favorite toy, we fall into our natural rhythm of pushing and grinding against one another.

  “Mmmm. Maybe you’re right.” We work ourselves against each other, steadily building ourselves to one final orgasm. I look down the length of our united bodies at Catherine who has her head tipped back and is pinching and twisting her nipples. She abandons one and reaches her hand out as far as it will stretch, searching for mine. I lock my fingers with hers and we quicken our pace to a frenzy, both of us teetering on the edge. Catherine freezes when the doorbell rings. “Fuck!”

  “Come on baby we’re close.” I grind myself against her again. “Stay with me now.” A little encouragement wins her back to the dark side. Her rhythm melds with mine. We step back and peer into the abyss when the doorbell chimes again. I don’t stop but Catherine does. She lets goes of my fingers and screams out of frustration. Neither of us will find the ending we seek. I slide my end of the toy out of my aching sex and pull the sheet from the bed, wrapping it under my arms.

  “Go get in the shower, I’ll let her in.” Catherine eyes me.

  “Like that?” I just shrug and make my way toward the front door. I inspect my reflection as I pass the mirror in the entryway. My face is flushed, my shoulders bear tokens of Catherine’s affections and my hair is standing in at least 10 different directions. The doorbell rings again and I mutter, “fucking doorbell,” under my breath as I pull the door open. Taylor stands on the porch, her eyes bulge as she takes in the sight of me.

  “Man you reek of sex. You two still can’t keep your hands off of each other after all this time?”

  “Clearly. No such thing as too much of Catherine.”

  “I’m sure. How about a hug?” Taylor gives me the look, not that different from one Catherine has given me countless times. Their eyes the same shade of blue, but where Catherine’s is tempered with love, Taylor’s is filled with nothing but lust. My body is still burning to finish what Catherine and I have started. The only hands I want on me are Catherine’s. The fact that I’m wearing nothing but a sheet doesn’t phase me for a second.

  “Maybe later, when I’m dressed. Catherine just got in the shower, she should be right out.”

  “Ok. Bar still in the same spot?”

  “Of course.”

  “Alright. Well I’m going to go make myself a drink. Why don’t you go join my sister and finish what you two were doing. You are oozing frustration in tidal waves right now.” I don’t hesitate and start back down the hall to our master bath. I turn back toward the kitchen before I forget and let Taylor know that we set up the basement apartment for her visit if she wants to get settled in.

  Forty five minutes later Catherine and I emerge from the bedroom feeling much better. Catherine takes my hand and leads me down the hall in search of Taylor. We find her downstairs enjoying a beer as she watches TV.

  “Good grief you two are insatiable.”

  “What can I say, I’ve created a monster.” I wrap my arms around Catherine. She gives me a light kiss.

  “Wait, I thought I was the one that created the monster.” She winks and smiles at me.

  “Are you two always like this?”

  “Pretty much.” Catherine leaves my arms and makes her way toward Taylor. “It is nice to see you.” They hug briefly before Catherine makes her way to the side of the chair I’m sitting in. She takes my hand and I pull her down onto my lap, locking my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me. “I didn’t see a rental out front, did you take a cab?”

  Taylor blushes slightly and avoids making eye contact with either of us, her beer bottle becoming the most interesting thing in the room. “No, I actually got here yesterday. Nikki dropped me off.”

  Catherine and I look at each other, both of us shocked. “What is going on there? Didn’t realize you two were still a thing.”

  “We aren’t a thing. We’ve kept in contact since my first visit. She has flown out to visit me and we’ve met in other cities as well.”

  “So technically this is a record for you, your longest relationship.”

  “We are not a couple. She has hinted she would like to be but I want her to go out and explore what the world has to offer. I don’t want to be the only woman she has ever been with.” Taylor’s words invade my mind and start to fester. I hadn’t ever thought about this when I started dating Catherine. I wonder if she has ever felt like she was missing out on something. Taylor sees my mood shift. “Shit, sorry Alex.” I feel Catherine’s head whip around to look at me but I avoid her gaze.

  Catherine and Taylor continue to exchange small talk. I try to participate but can’t shake my own nagging thoughts, much less focus on anything else. Taylor’s phone blares out and she pulls it from her pocket. She excuses herself to the apartment’s bedroom to take the call. As soon as the door clicks shut I feel Catherine leave my lap. She turns around and straddles me. I feel my insides twitch with desire as I recall the first strip tease she ever gave me.

  “Where are you right now? What happened?” I sigh, needing to ask the question, fearing the answer.

  “Do you ever feel like you are missing out on something else? Do you regret not seeing what other women have to offer? Is that something you want?”

  “Alex, in all this time you have never denied me anything that I have asked for. If I wanted that I would ask for it, and somehow I know no matter how badly it would hurt you, you’d allow me to have it. But I don’t want or need it. What we have is rare. No one, male or female, would ever compliment me in the ways that you do, understand me like you do, worship my body like you do or most importantly make me feel like I am the only person on the planet that matters, like you do everyday. I love you Alex, you are all I want, you are all I need.” Catherine grins at me and I see a familiar glint burning the back of her eyes. “I am yours and you are mine. Nobody else, not ever.” She locks her fingers in my hair, tilts my head back and kisses me.

  “Wow that was really sweet. When you two gonna get married?” Taylor stands in the now open doorway to the bedroom. Catherine and I lock eyes and smile. We’ve talked about this before and already know where we stand.

  I lean into Catherine’s ear and whisper “You sitting here like this reminds me of that first strip tease you did for me.”

  “Oh yeah? Wait until you see what I’ve got planned for you tonight.” I return the look she is giving me, she isn’t the only one with a surprise to unveil tonight.

  “Well you two tying the knot?”

  “Nope. We’ve talked about it. Neither of us feel it is necessary. We know how we feel about one another and what we mean to each other. If the world can’t see that without a ring and a piece of paper, well that isn’t our problem.”

  “Really? I’m surprised you two don’t have something in mind.”

  Catherine’s blue eyes meet mine, love radiating from them, filling me with the warm sensation I’ve only known with her. I hold her gaze, hoping she can feel my love for her flowing out of me. We smile at each other, the intimate smile that only lovers share. The memory of our trip to the Caribbean last Christmas takes hold of my brain. The white sand beaches that looked almost like piles of sugar at times. We learned to snorkel. We swam and sunbathed. The lovely gay couple we met who had been together for 12 years and recently wed. They asked if we planned to marry and set everything in motion. We hadn’t discussed it before, it had never really occurred to me as it was not something I had ever pictured or wanted. That night as Catherine and I held each other by the water, Catherine asked me if I had thought about it or if it was something I even wanted. I told her that I would do it if it was something she truly desired. She confessed that she had always found it to be pointless, but had gone along with her ex-husband because he wanted it. We agreed t
hat it would be nice to find some way to symbolize our commitment to one another, but a ceremony and expensive jewelry weren’t for us. It was there on the beach that Catherine and I pledged ourselves to one another. With the moon shining down on us, the warm breeze caressing our skin and the relaxing sound of the tide in our ears we promised that we would always put us first to help minimize selfishness. We vowed that no matter what happened we would never go to bed angry, nor would we be a couple that screamed and shouted at one another. We swore that we would hold each other every night when we went to sleep. We agreed that we would always listen to the other’s wants and needs without judgment. We assured one another that we would never take life too seriously, we both knew it was too short. We committed ourselves to ensuring we had us time everyday and would give each other me time when either of us needed it. We promised one another that we would never hold back, that we would love one another fiercely and honestly, no secrets, no regrets. We finalized our pact by telling one another I am yours and you are mine, the words we have always used to assure and remind one another of our love. Just Catherine and I under the full moon and the stars. We made love on the beach and in the ocean that night. When we returned home we got matching tattoos on our left ring fingers. A small, nearly complete heart that trails off into one another’s EKG reading winding around our fingers where a ring would traditionally sit. A reminder of the pact we made that night on the beach and the heartbeat to remind each of us whose heart we hold and who holds us in their heart.

  “Do we tell her?” We haven’t told anyone. It isn’t as if we want to keep it a secret, we just didn’t think it required a big announcement. No one has asked about the tattoos so either people have not noticed, or they aren’t bothered by it.

  “Up to you, she is your sister. I’m fine with it.” Catherine turns herself around to face Taylor.

  “Come, sit back down.” Taylor reclaims her seat on the couch. Catherine clasps my left hand in hers and extends them for Taylor to inspect. It takes her a second but she finally notices the tattoos.

  “You guys already got married? When?”

  “Not married, as married as we are going to get though. Over vacation in December. Just Alex and I on the beach, no one else. We haven’t even told anyone yet.” Taylor continues inspecting our fingers.

  “December? But it is May, why doesn’t anyone know?”

  “We felt it was something between the two of us. We never felt the need to make a big deal out of it.” Taylor’s brow furrows as she releases our hands.

  “Your tattoos don’t match. Why? What are they?”

  “They aren’t supposed to. Alex wears my heartbeat and I wear hers. We gave each other an EKG at work to get them for the artist. Neither of us can wear jewelry in the OR and neither of us wanted a real ring.” Taylor is quiet for a few minutes before looking at us and smiling.

  “We have to have a party! Time for you two to make this known.” Catherine turns and looks at me, the question hanging between us. I shrug my shoulders and nod my assent, as long as we know how we feel about each other the rest of the world might as well too.

  Author’s Note

  Thank you for taking the time to read Fusion. The idea for this work came from a dream I had one night. After a few months of toiling and tinkering in my free time it finally had life of its own. The story of Alexis and Catherine was originally intended to be a stand alone novel, but somewhere along the way their friends started to tell me their stories as well. The next work in the series will tell Sara’s story and will hopefully be out in the next month or two.

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