I Wish You Could Come with Us

Go with me on this: 

What if, right after AL says, “I’ll miss you,” AW sits up on her knees, so she is at eye level with AL, and moves closer so her waist is now in between AL’s open legs, their bodies delicately touching. The breath of both women has quickened a bit with closer proximity to the other and the resulting surge of sensual charge between them. AL, stunned, stays silent and waits patiently for what will come next. AW slides her left hand behind AL’s back, edging her even closer and then sweetly cups her cheek with her right hand. She pauses, keeping steadfast eye contact, caresses AL’s soft skin with her thumb, then moves her hand smoothly to the back of AL’s head, cradling it at the base. AW then beckons AL’s lips closer with her eyes, which have drifted down to focus on her mouth. Her right hand summons AL’s head forward with a coveted pull. To AL’s wonderment, AW then leans in and kisses her, sweetly and generously, and both close their eyes and surrender their held breath to the other. They soak up their mutual delight. But after just a moment, their lips release gently, foreheads tenderly meet, and AW whispers, “I wish you could come with us.”