Light filtered in from the only cabin window in the living room area where ornate curtains with intricate designs caused the rays to scatter, peppering the couch and floor with dotted beams. As the sun slowly crept past the mid-afternoon sky, a single ray crossed paths with one of Max’s still shut eyelids causing the girl to stir. Upon waking she heard the crinkling and rustling of bags, footsteps pattering around, a knife chopping, the fridge opening and closing, and the kitchen faucet turning on and off. Standing up to stretch, the groggy brunette smiled as varied scents of freshly prepped food filled the air.

“Hey, love,” Chloe softly spoke, as she looked over at her partner from the other side of the kitchen countertops. “Look what I found. Badass, right?” She pointed up towards her head as if Max hadn’t noticed the over-sized white chef toque. She extended her arm and pointed her chopping knife out and towards her lover.

“Oh my, that’s perfect, Chlo. Stay right there.” The photographer giggled then located her cellphone on the couch where she had just been sleeping. She snapped a picture then set it as her home screen background. She had been meaning to change the pic for months. Walking around the countertop partition that split the kitchen and the living room, the shorter girl stood on the balls of her feet to give her fiancé a light kiss.

“One hundred and one,” the taller girl said, after releasing their lips and with a seemingly newfound understanding of their situation, grinning with joy. “We deserve a romantic evening tonight, so I’m cooking for you. Didn’t know how long you’d nap, but I couldn’t bring myself to waking you up; I love watching you sleep.”

“I feel the same way, Chlo. This whole thing has been a roller coaster of emotions. But now that we know there is a path leading towards a happy future, all I wanna do is spend time with you.” As Chloe continued to prep the meal, Max noticed her favorite person had showered and was wearing a chef coat to match her hat. Suddenly, it dawned on the girl, her chef didn’t have much on underneath. When she turned her back towards the room it was clear she was only wearing matching black silk bra and panties. “Ooh, la, la,” the gawking girl said, as she turned and grabbed some fresh clothes from her bag and headed for a shower herself, excited about what she knew would happen later.

In the bathroom, Max could still smell the chicken and vegetables being cooked in the adjacent room. She finished washing and dried off, then put her shorts and Xena graphic tee on. As much fun as it was to cosplay as a younger version of herself, she was glad to be out of the grey hoodie and jeans.

When she exited the bathroom and entered the kitchen, she noticed a random flickering of lights and a tall, beautiful blue-haired girl propped up against the table where their dinner had been completed and plated. The overhead lights were off, and the curtains were drawn. The candle flames danced in the air creating a rippling effect adding a romantic ambiance to the walls and ceiling.

“Hi,” the chef said, welcoming her fiancé to the table. “I hope you like it. I love cooking for you.” She pulled out a chair and stretched a hand out to lead her partner to her seat. Once sat, she removed her chef coat and put on an oversized tee-shirt, then took her seat at the opposite side of the table.

“I’m sure I’ll love it, babe,” the younger girl responded. “Your cooking has always been wonderful. Hey,” she continued, “thank you for this. It means a lot to me.” Chloe still had a mischievous and impish quality about her, which Max absolutely adored, but she also had a soft and goopy heart.

“You wanted a romantic evening; you get a romantic evening. I still want to make every moment with you feel special, and I hope tonight will be one of those moments we’ll never forget for the rest of our lives.”

“Every second we’re together is special to me. Every beat of your heart is a treasure, babe.” She stretched her arms out across the table and over the food holding both of her partner’s hands. Only their fingertips and thumbs could reach but it was more than enough. When they touched, it was like the universe stopped to take notice, never ceasing to look away.

Releasing their grasp, Chloe insisted, “Let’s eat while it’s still warm. I mean, I could just stare into your gorgeous fucking eyes all night, but I’d hate for your food to get cold.” She grabbed the bottle of Chardonnay and poured each of the girls a glass. They sipped their beverages and enjoyed dinner, laughing and goofing off the entire time. Max didn’t remember when but at some point, Chloe pulled her chair to the same side of the table and started playing with her hair and rubbing her back.

After several refills, the bottle was finished, so the more mischievous girl popped open a second. A few drinks later and laughter filled the room. The girls left the table and were falling all over each other on the couch giggling with no signs of stopping.

Finally, after a lengthy span of laughter, for no apparent reason, there was a lull in the playfulness. “Chloe Elizabeth Price,” the brunette somewhat slurred, “remember when you proposed to me in Away? Goddamn it was such a beautiful night. David lead us to a marbled cliff with gorgeous colors of auburn, coral, and dark maroon… then you assholes tricked me.” A small enticing smile formed on Max’s partially parted lips.

The bluenette snickered in her hands then responded, “Yeah, love. I asked him to talk to you and walk you closer to the cliff so I could stand back and prep. And by prep, I mean… take the box outta my pocket. Still can’t believe you didn’t notice it bulging out the whole time.”

“I turned around, and you were on both knees with the ring propped towards me in the open box. I don’t know why you looked so nervous, but I’ll never forget that innocent, doe-eyed look on your face. Your eyebrows were raised and you had the most adorable smile on your face. Damn, what a gorgeous and perfect twilight too. The golden rays bounced off the other cliffs and hit the ring causing it to sparkle magnificently.” She paused for a second, a toothy grin forming on her face. “Oh, and I definitely noticed your… bulge.” The girls cracked up again at that last word.

As the laughter continued to swell, Max found herself lost in a sound gap where she couldn’t hear anything besides hers and Chloe’s giggling. All else became silently still. She opened her eyes and could see the colors of each laugh, as time seemed to crawl forward at a dramatically slowed pace. Each slow-motioned, audible syllable that escaped her goddess’s mouth rose upward like ocean waves of sages, blues, and violets.

“Kiss me,” her lover demanded, staring at and through the brunette. Looking back towards the blue-haired beauty, she noticed the bright and vivid shades of love pouring all over them. She had never seen such beautiful colors, and no words had been created to describe what she was witnessing.

As their lips brushed, a magnetic pulsing energy drew the girls together. Their perfectly clear, sapphire eyes aligned and locked in place. Max could see, taste, smell, hear, and feel the deep connection the couple shared. Tangible reality twinkled from sight, and she couldn’t discern logic from the impossible. The universe disappeared leaving them with a weightlessness she felt only a few instances before. Unlike the other times, she completely let go, allowing their love to take over. As she released control, she realized her fiancé had done the same. Branching, splintering bolts of energy pulsated and rippled between the pair.

The older girl pivoted her body downward and slipped her partner’s shorts off. Max felt her lover’s tongue and lips grazing her lower stomach and inner thighs, as her panties were being slid to the side. A glowing radiance shined upward, as she watched blue hair dive down and disappear between her legs. “Oh, damn, Chlo,” the younger girl moaned as her hips buckled out of pure pleasure. The sensation was more intense than even the first time she felt her best friend and soulmate licking and kissing her body. Her moans turned into loud gasps drawing in steamy air from the surrounding cloud of love that had entwined the pair. The pleasure was nearly unbearable yet somehow, she couldn’t get enough. The freckled girl passionately shuttered and twitched in delight. As the intensity slightly dulled, she noticed her bared fiancé twist around and sit on her chest. The girl’s back arched up slightly, and Max wanted nothing more than to share what she had just experienced with the beautiful girl on top of her.

As she alternated between fingers, tongue, and lips, she felt Chloe’s body grinding and trembling on top. She then realized her perfect person had continued kissing and licking her again too. The girls shared several passionate moments together, and as the pleasure spiked and peaked to a height she had never experienced, the younger girl looked up at her partner. She no longer saw flesh or the physical world. All she could see was a bright circular white ball of energy shining from where her lover’s body used to be. Looking down at herself, her material body was gone too but a matching glowing sphere resided where she once laid. Without warning, the two globes merged, becoming one entity, pulsating and erupting inside each other. They were connected at a level beyond perception.

The warmth and perfect alignment was a feeling Max hoped would never end. For what seemed like an eternity, the spheres of energy were suspended in mid-air wrapped in an inseparable embrace.  Reality phased in and out while consciousness swirled around the room. Abstract thought was finally replaced with rational conceptualization. When awareness returned, the girls were lying on the couch, eyes closed, smiles on their faces, just holding each other the way the universe always intended. Nothing mattered but each other.

“Goddammit, I love you, Max,” Chloe cooed. “I love every inch of you. Every part of your body, every part of your heart, and everything we cannot see is fucking perfect.” Like drug addicts still riding and clinging to a high, Max and Chloe stayed tangled together never wanting to leave each other’s touches. They hugged, kissed, and ran their hands all over one another’s bodies.

“Chlo, I don’t know what’s happening between us, but that… that was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced.” A few tears silently fell from her fiancé’s eyes in a moment of pure and extreme love. Max leaned in and kissed the girl’s cheek allowing the moisture that trickled down to land on her lips. She moved her tongue outward to taste the salty wetness now glistening on her own mouth and cheek. “I love you forever, babe. Always.” The younger freckled girl felt the intense purity of their love and her heart was filled. Wrapping their arms around each other, the engaged couple laid on the couch, bare to each other and the universe, and drifted into a deep and joyous slumber.

She didn’t need to read the clock when she awoke; it was still dark out and had that early morning feel. The younger girl would have remained beside her lover if they had been in the bed, but being wide awake, she didn’t want to toss and turn risking potentially waking the girl next to her. She slowly moved out from under Chloe’s arms and arose from her position, taking extra care not to cause much commotion.

Max stood over her goddess and stared as breath entered and exited her lungs. Her eyes scanned the length of her partner’s body as fascination and deep wonderment controlled her thoughts. Breaking the concentration, the smaller girl decided to get some coffee going in the kitchen. The percolation might have disturbed her sleeping friend, but that was a risk she was willing to take. By the slight snores coming from the girl on the couch, she doubted the sounds from the coffeemaker would disrupt her slumber. When Chloe fell asleep on her back, she typically snored, which Max found cute and soothing.

After coffee and a toasted bagel with cream cheese, Max decided to wake her best friend. They had experienced a transcendent moment the evening before, and she wanted nothing more than to discuss it with her future bride. Her mind and heart were at war with each other. She wanted to let the girl sleep and enjoy watching the beauty simply exist, but she also wanted her companion to get up and be available to talk to.

She thought about it for a few seconds and came to a puckish conclusion. The words were clear in her mind… “What would Chloe do?” The girl went over to her sleeping friend and raised her shirt up a few inches. Max stuck out her tongue and faintly began dragging it on the skin between her bellybutton and panty line spelling their names in cursive. The tender grazes became more intense and sloppier as she continued to kiss and lick.

The older girl started purring and marginally moving her hips from side to side. Wakefulness was returning to the girl, as Max decided to go a bit lower. As she edged her fingertips underneath the black elastic top of her friend’s panties, she looked up and was met with a radiant pair of blue eyes and a groggy smile. “Good morning to you too, Maxi. Was last night not enough?”

“I can never get enough of you. I mean, do you want me to stop? We can if you’d like.” A mischievous grin had formed on the brunette’s face, as she bit her lower lip.

“Uhm, fuck that. You started this, you gotta finish now.” Chloe propped up with her arms and elbows behind her to get a better look at her favorite person.

“My pleasure.” The playful girl slid her friend’s panties down and tossed them over her shoulder. Starting at the knees, she slowly parted the love of her life’s legs and enjoyed the magnificent view she was now witnessing.

“Goddamn, Max. This is the best wake-up call I’ve ever had.” After her words, Chloe closed her eyes and leaned back allowing her partner to continue.

The younger girl worked her mouth and tongue down the inner thigh and towards her destination. The closer she got, the more her lover squirmed, releasing breathy pleasurable moans. Max felt hands running through her hair, gently pulling her head forward. She teasingly resisted, as Chloe’s back started arching in desperate anticipation.

Finally, the freckled girl reached the area her the other girl had been yearning to be explored. Just before fully attacking the eager blue-haired beauty spread out before her, Max looked up and professed, “I love you, Chlo. I fucking love you so much, and I’m so lucky we get to do this together, and you deserve all the happiness in the world.”

“Oh, Max. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with you. We were meant to be together, and we will be… forever.” Feeling overwhelmingly in love and overflowing with passion, Max slid her tongue in and began sharing a slice of happiness with the love of her life.

With the companions’ intimate infatuation with one another, the quick morning wakeup call ended with the pair in the shower together dividing their time pleasing and enjoying each other completely, both greedily and overly generous.

After the girls got cleaned up and dressed, they shared breakfast together. This time Max made a simple meal of eggs, bacon, and toast. Finishing their food and orange juice, the engaged couple sat down on the couch. Chloe traced her partner’s freckles while Max used her fingertips to tenderly stroke the girl’s arm.

“This morning was… well, it was amazeballs, Maxter. But last night, what the fuck was that? What’s happening to us? I love it so much, but it is sorta weird, right? In a world with rewind and fast-forward powers, I don’t know why anything seems weird anymore, but… did we… like… I dunno.”

“Yeah. To me, it felt like we became one person… if we were even still considered people. We sorta merged into one another at some strange cosmic level. But, Chlo, and don’t get me wrong, when we make love it feels so so so so good, and I love connecting with you and sharing that with you. When we merged, it was like that but a thousand times better. It was the greatest and most profound thing I have ever felt. We are totally bonded for life, and beyond.”

“I know, Maxi Max. What we have is beyond just special. It’s… shit, it’s  destiny . And it’s perfect. We’re mushy and goopy as shit, and it doesn’t matter. Nothing but you matters to me. Nothing.”

Suddenly, the couple came to the realization at the same time. Their eyes and expressions told identical stories. Having completely forgotten about their future problem for the past several hours, the weight of the situation came crashing down. They joined each other in a hug, then withdrew slightly, foreheads touching in the middle. Without saying a word, both girls knew their next objective would be to save their daughter.

The photographer broke away and gathered her satchel from their belongings. She carried it over and opened it up, sliding the zipper from one side to the other. Reaching in and pulling out her instant camera, Max hugged her best friend around the neck and snapped the picture. The photo rolled out then developed, and it was perfect. “You ready to try again, babe?”

“Yep,” the tall, alluring girl responded with a slight smirk. “I’m the readiest.”