Lazy Days
By Heather
MsPeel675@aol.com

Disclaimer: I still don't own 'em! I'm just playing with them, I promise to try to bring them back the way I found them! ;-P

Author's Note: Rated NC-17 for F/F slash. If you're not old enough to read this, your head will spontaneously combust, no kidding. Thanks to Jim Croce for the timeless classic, Time in a Bottle.

If I could save time in a bottle//The first thing that I'd like to do//Is to save every day//'Til eternity passes away//Just to spend them with you//If I could make days last forever//If word could make wishes come true//I'd save every day// Like a treasure and then//Again, I would spend them with you//But there never seems to be enough time//To do the things you wanna do once you find them// I looked around enough to know//That you're the one I wanna go through time with//If I had a box just for wishes//And dreams that had never come true//The box would be empty//Except for the memory of how//They were answered by you…

Kerry awoke to the soft, pink half-light of early morning. She switched sides, turning from her right side to her left, her gaze sweeping over the slim, supple form beside her. A soft smile graced her lips; she watched as her lover's lips parted, eliciting a deep sigh and a smile, lost in the shadows of a dream. Kerry traced the contours of Kim's face, her touch feather-light, like butterfly kisses, then moved to trace her parted lips. Never had Kerry felt so at peace as she did in this moment, as she watched her lover sleep, at the intimacy of the moment. She wrapped an arm around the soft body beside her, resting her head on her lover's breast, wrapping her legs around Kim's. Kerry felt her stir at the sudden movement and murmured comfortingly in her ear, urging her to go back to sleep. Instead, Kim's eyes fluttered open, blinking, focusing her deep blue eyes on the surroundings of her bedroom. She looked down, beaming as she spotted the shock of red hair, of Kerry's head resting on her breast, the warmth of her lover's body entangled with her own. She raised her left hand, gently brushing a strand of fiery hair from Kerry's forehead, stroking the ivory skin of her cheek with the pad of her thumb.

"Good morning." Kerry replied softly, looking up into the smiling face of her lover.

"Good morning." Kim responded sweetly, her voice still husky with sleep.

"Were you having a pleasant dream?" Kerry teased, moving her hand to rest on the toned, bare skin of Kim's tummy.

"Mmm, of course. You were there." She replied, closing her eyes as Kerry rubbed her cheek against her breast.

"Oh really? What was I doing?" she queried slyly, her eyes twinkling.

"Well, it wasn't so much what you were doing…" she teased, lifting Kerry's chin, kissing her lips softly.

"I see." Kerry responded between kisses, both of them adjusting as Kim moved, gently easing herself onto Kerry, straddling her hips. "So does this mean you're going to share?"

"Of course, sweetie." She promised, planting soft, wet kisses on Kerry's jaw, slowing moving to the hollows of her throat.

"You certainly know how to entice." Kerry responded breathlessly, rolling onto her back to give Kim better access to her body.

"I try." Kim answered matter-of-factly, though she was completely focused on giving Kerry pleasure, something she had had so little of in her life.

"Kim, about last night…at the restaurant, I didn't mean what I said. I mean, I didn't mean for it to come out the way it did." Kerry murmured seriously, caressing the bare flesh of Kim's back.

"I know, Ker." She whispered, bending forward to kiss the hollow of Kerry's throat, moving south, making her way across each of her collarbones.

"You mean you understand what I meant?" Kerry murmured, her hands on Kim's hips, massaging gently.

"Mmm hmm." Kim answered, her face buried in Kerry's neck, nibbling and sucking along her pulse point.

"What did I mean?" she asked, her voice a fraction higher than normal, her eyes closed, breathing heavier, the soft throbbing between her thighs driving her to distraction.

"The same thing I meant when I told you how I felt about you. You don't give a damn about fitting into the lesbian lifestyle, nor do you care if they accept you. Just as I don't care if my colleagues know I'm a lesbian who happens to be sleeping with the formidable Dr. Weaver." She replied gently, smiling down at Kerry.

"Well, at least we understand each other." Kerry replied, grinning.

"Yes, we do. I understand your reservations, sweetie. Once everyone "knows," some people will steer clear of you, like you've got a bad case of the cooties or something."

"Cooties?" Kerry queried, amused, giggling.

"Yup." She answered firmly; leaning forward to plant kisses in the valley between Kerry's breasts.

"I know it hurts that I can't show my feelings for you outside the walls of this apartment." Kerry murmured, averting her tear-filled eyes.

"Yes, it does. But sweetie, that's your way." Kim murmured in Kerry's ear, gently tugging on her earlobe.

"My way?" she queried, moaning softly.

"Yes. You're seriously anti-PDA." Kim teased lightly, kissing Kerry passionately, letting her know that it was time to wrap up the discussion forum. Kim was also aroused by her ministrations to Kerry's body; she was trying desperately not to fantasize about what Kerry would do to her.

"OK, but we're gonna continue this." Kerry swore breathlessly, after breaking away from the kiss for air.

"I have no doubt." Kim promised, leaning forward, taking one of Kerry's nipples into her mouth, and sucking gently.

"Oh." Kerry moaned softly, unconsciously moving her pelvis against Kim's body, and Kim felt the throbbing between her legs; amazed at the way Kerry aroused her.

"You taste so good. Too good." Kim whispered lovingly, giving Kerry's other breast the same attentions.

She gently took Kerry's wrists in each hand and pinned them against the bed at her sides, not eager to repeat the last time when Kerry had, in the heat of passion, nearly pulled all of her hair out. She slowly began making her way south, gently pulling on Kerry's nipples with her lips the way Kim knew she liked, tracing her ribs with first her fingertips then her lips. She smiled at the eager expression on Kerry's face, her eyes darkened with need. As Kim reached the soft, sensitive skin of Kerry's flat belly, she was trembling, and clearly ready to make love. Both of them knew what each could take and did not push the envelope. By the look in Kerry's eyes, Kim knew she was ready and could not take much more.

Kim gently eased off of Kerry's body, admiring the view that was lying before her, Kerry's eyes full of love and trust and desire. When Kerry had stormed away from the restaurant last night, Kim was sure it was the end. But to her surprise, Kerry had shown up on her doorstep around midnight, her cheeks tear-stained. Kim helped her into her townhouse, frightened by Kerry's disheveled appearance and upset that bordered on hysteria. Kerry had pulled her tightly to her and kissed her passionately, whispering how desperately sorry she was for what she had said, that she would not be able to live without her. As Kim thought back to the incident the night before, everything suddenly fell into place. Kerry was not able to face herself, because she could not accept that there was one more thing that made her different. Now, as she lay on Kim's bed, bare inevery sense, it did not matter.

"I love you, Kerry." She whispered, propping Kerry's hips up with a fluffy pillow, giving her better access to her sex.

Expertly, Kim slid her fingers between Kerry's lips, drenching her fingers with Kerry's wetness. She gently stroked Kerry's clitoris with her thumb, the eased first her index finger, then another into Kerry's body. Kerry groaned in pleasure, her hips surging against Kim's hands, desperate for more. Kim pleasured her slowly, eventually taking Kerry's clit into her mouth, sucking and licking, her fingers still thrusting within, building her up to an explosive climax. Kerry screamed Kim's name, her fingers clutching desperately at the pillow beneath her hips, her body wracked with waves of pleasure. Kim watched her intently, loving the way Kerry looked as she came; in fact, Kim thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, from the most beautiful woman she had ever known. Kerry sank back against the bed, her body feeling as if it had suddenly turned to stone. She lay there panting, her eyes closed, trying to regain her equilibrium. Kim lay down beside her, pulling Kerry's body into her arms, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her face. She smiled at Kerry lovingly, taking her hand and kissing it.

"Kim, that was…I've never…" she panted, a satisfied smile on her face, and Kim imagined her as the cat that ate the canary.

"I can tell." She teased, kissing Kerry's lips softly.

"It gets better each time I'm with you, Kim. Sex has never been that way for me before." She murmured, her breathing slowing, her body relaxing.

"Maybe you should listen to that." Kim suggested to Kerry, her voice soft, yet detached.

"I have been, every time we make love." Kerry replied shyly, turning her head to look at Kim's beautiful face.

"I don't want you to feel pressured to take on a label. You don't even have to come out of the closet, as far as I'm concerned. I love you as you are, Kerry." She whispered against Kerry's lips.

"I love you too." Kerry whispered back, kissing Kim passionately. She broke off the kiss moments later, both breathless, and said, "It's your turn, you know."

"I didn't want you to feel as if…" Kim began, but was interrupted.

Kerry bent forward, nipping and sucking at Kim's neck and breasts, smiling as she moaned in pleasure. She trailed her hands down Kim's body, her fingers walking down Kim's tummy, over her navel, to her arousal. Kerry smiled at the dense wetness she found there and slowly began stroking Kim's clit with her index finger. She smiled down at Kim, who was trying desperately to focus on her face, but could not seem to keep her eyes open. Her mouth was open, her breathing heavy, soft cries coming from her throat. Kim parted her legs, allowing better access, and Kerry ceased momentarily, sliding one finger into Kim, smiling as she cried at Kerry's name, then slid a second finger into her. She resumed stroking Kim's clit with her thumb, watching Kim's body move in a counter-rhythm of her attentions, her breath shallow and labored, her skin slick with sweat, the cries coming from her throat were more desperate, her body straining for release. Kerry bent slowly and stroked Kim's clit with her tongue, her fingers still moving in Kim's body. Kim's muscles clamped down on her fingers and she cried out Kerry's name, her orgasm taking over her. Kerry smiled down at her, kissing her bare belly softly, whispering how beautiful Kim was, how she loved to watch her come. She lay down on top of Kim, pulling her close, clasping one of her hands with her own, just holding her. It was the first time she had ever done this, but she felt so much love in her heart, that she knew it was the right thing to do. She felt Kim squeeze her hand, a signal that she had recovered. But she and Kerry lay together like that, neither of them having to be anywhere. Both of them had managed to land the same day off without any sort of request, so it would be a lazy day of talking, cooking, laughing and making love.

Kerry looked out the window, at the bright sunshine streaming into Kim's bedroom through the curtains. She looked into Kim's eyes and replied with a smile, "I think today is going to be a beautiful day."

TBC?