“Mmm…care to share with the class?” Piper teased, breathy, even though it very quickly became apparent just what sort of thoughts were going through Dylan’s mind. Piper’s eyes fluttered closed, her pale lashes tickling the highest points of her cheeks as she smiled, sinking deeper into the plush piles of bedding and the feeling of Dylan on top of her, surrounding her, enveloping Piper’s being in every imaginable way. She blushed a soft shade of pink under Dylan’s admiring gaze, and then Piper hummed, content, connected as she was kissed by her girlfriend; Dylan’s energy could easily overtake all of Piper’s senses, flushing through her system like cool salt water, cleansing every doubt or care that she might have until nothing but pure bliss remained. I’ve got you, Dylan’s energy said, buoying Piper’s spirit like frothy ocean foam at high tide.
The kiss deepened into something more intentional, and Piper squirmed beneath Dylan indicatively, wound up already after merely the tiniest taste and panting out telltale little sighs of want like wishes whispered into the waiting well of Dylan’s mouth—
The sound of a cell phone ringing crashed like a sobering wave over them both; not today, the electronic trilling taunted. Dylan flopped atop Piper miserably, like a fish flung ashore, and Piper giggled. She ran the pads of two fingers up along the sweet, soft indentation of Dylan’s spine, and reassured her gently, “It’s alright—answer it.”
She shifted onto her side and watched the change in Dylan’s face, then felt it in her energy not a moment later. Piper’s browline creased with worry. “Oh, no—I’m so sorry…” She could see Dylan’s dynamic mind start to buzz away with anxiety, she could feel it start to prickle against her own skin like rough sand—and even though Piper knew it would only increase the sensation for her, still she reached out to physically comfort Dylan, in some small way, lightly squeezing her arm above the elbow and then sliding down to grasp her hand, a gesture that was quiet but firm. I’m here.
She drew Dylan’s hand to her lips and pressed a tender kiss to her knuckles, waiting for her to ask Piper what she needed. Dylan was always honest with Piper, about what she wanted and needed, and Piper in turn was always patient and understanding, willing to wait and to listen, without judgment or envy or ego.
But Dylan’s request took her by surprise. Not in a bad way, just…not what Piper had expected. She shifted to sit up as she considered it, not able to fight the whimsical look that came over her face. Piper had visited Dylan in Latvia before, of course, but—not as anything more than a good friend. And perhaps that’s the role Dylan needed from her again, but…somehow it felt different. More.
She tucked some aqua hair behind her ear, bashful. “I would love to, but…are you sure? I don’t want to, I dunno…be in the way.” Not to mention Lia—the exquisite, imposing, intimidating ex that will certainly want to have you to herself… Piper was careful not to say.
It surprised her, how quick the surge of panic came and went. Dylan knew her dad would tell her if it was serious. He’d never downplay something like this. So when he said it wasn’t serious, that the surgery was routine and safe, she believed him wholeheartedly. Not to mention the fact that Piper was holding her hand and looking at her like that.
“You being in the way? That’s not possible. Plus, grandpa would be thrilled to see you again. He says you remind him of his prima ballerina days.” Dylan’s smile was crooked as she took Piper’s hands in both of hers. Since Piper’s first visit things had changed between them. Especially since things ended between Lia and Dylan in the middle of it too. But her family had loved Piper and Dylan knew they’d approve no matter what because they just wanted her happy. And? She was happy. London had proved exactly what she needed right now. Reaching out Dylan pushed a stray strand of Piper’s hair out of her face and cupped her cheek. “And we don’t have to stay for long, I just want to check in on them and coordinate with some neighbors. But I want you there with me.
“And we could stay in my cabin.” She teased, lightening her tone and the heavy ozone filled air. Leaning in for another kiss, Dylan whispered, “There we can be as loud as we want.”
Dylan grabbed the wooden box off her nightstand and with a quick flick of her wrist the arcane lock clicked open. Within it, there were five medallions neatly resting on velvet, all engraved with different motifs. As she pulled out the one with the silhouette of trees and a large castle, a thin chain dangled beneath it. After closing the box and tucking it into her Mokeskin, Dylan grinned at Piper and held the chain up between them. “Ready?”
They grasped the chain at the same time and Dylan felt the sensation of being turned inside out through her sternum. She watched as Piper stretched unnaturally in front of her, their essences braiding themselves together magically, shooting thousands of miles up into the air before falling again. She could see the familiar land below her as they hurtled towards Zvaigznes. About twenty feet above the trees, within the bounds of the school wards, their bodies became corporeal and they slowed, drifting gently the last few feet.
Dylan took a deep breath in and closed her eyes. It smelled deep and comforting, with a faint ocean sea breeze coming from the west. It was home. While Dylan loved traveling, and there was no denying she was enjoying London a lot, there was truly nothing like coming back.
As expected they had landed in the clearing between the campground and the house. Dylan turned to Piper with a small grin, closing the distance between them so she could loop an arm around Piper’s waist and pull her in for a kiss. “So…” She hummed against Piper’s lips. “Want to drop our things at the cabin first? We have at least a couple of hours before they’re back anyway. Plus, I did not share my thoughts with the class earlier.”
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