Emma came over to stay last night. We decided to forgo the call of the nightlife for a few girlie DVD's and a glass or two of something sweet and yummy. Mac was going to be home late so we knew it would just be the two of us and neither of us really minded.

I love being with Emma. Our time together is just so easy. We showered together. We tend to do that when we are going to spend a night in. For Emma coming straight from work it is a chance to scrub off the make up and the hairspray and for me it is a chance to reconnect with her again. I love touching her when she is all soapy and wet and we get to giggle a lot.

We slipped into pretty pyjamas and mixed up some sort of fruity concoction that tasted wickedly delicious without being bad for us. Two girls in a kitchen with lots of different fruits and a blender is a dangerous thing. We made ourselves comfy on the couch and we talked. We talked a lot. We talked about nothing and we talked about everything from work to war and babies. We discussed cars and politics and men we find attractive in movies. And women we find attractive in movies. I can't even remember half of what we said but I know it was important at the time.

I watched her. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her hair curled damply around her ears and her hands expressed her frustration or happiness as she spoke. Her tongue pressed against her teeth and her gloss moistened lips never seemed to fully close. Her eyelashes fluttered over her gorgeous green eyes and each smile made my heart ache. She simply glowed. I could do nothing but stare.

'Sarah?' she asked puzzled. 'Are you ok?'

I really didn't know what else to do so I took her hand in mine and I told her.

'Over the last few months I have watched you grow even more beautiful than you were before. You amaze me.'

She leaned forward and her breath smelled so sweet from the fruit and her lips were as soft as a flower and her tongue just briefly touched my lips.

'Thankyou' she said and my heart melted at the grace with which she accepted my fumbling compliment. I needed her. I needed her to hold me and to touch me and to let me touch her. I needed to be a part of this wonderful woman. I needed us to love. And we did.

I rediscovered that nothing tastes sweeter than her tears that I have induced with pleasure and nothing sounds as melodious as her whimpers from one orgasm to the next and nothing is as perfect as a simple belly button.

When we each had our fill of the other we climbed the stairs to bed and we whispered secrets we promised each other we would never tell. We never will.

Sometime through the night I felt Mac's body press against mine as He climbed into the bed and I wanted to tell Him how much I love Him too but I was too tired to move my lips so I just thought it as I fell back asleep again. This morning I woke between them and I remembered just how beautiful and full the world sometimes is.

I left them both in bed sleeping. I know how tired they are, but I ache to make love with them both. It will be time to wake them soon.

I just know it will be a beautiful day.