Just Rosalie

A Good Talk

ROSALIE AND ELIZABETH were in bed. After Elizabeth's turn, they'd decided to call it a night and hit the hay. But not without having a shower together first.
"You ever regret settling down?"
Rosalie turned on her side and looked into her wife's eyes. Elizabeth had never asked her a question like that before, and she was sure that she needed to reassure her.
"My life's great, Beth. With you and Abbi, there's no regrets in mind. I promise."
Elizabeth sighed and brushed Rosalie's hair away from her eyes.
"I know you never wanted to be stuck in one place. You wanted to travel, explore the world, paint beautiful, exotic art."
"I do that everyday with you. And we travel," Rosalie giggled, "I think I understand where you're coming from. But you and Abbi have opened a whole new world for me-filled with ideas. I don't need a landscape to create a beautiful canvas, I just need to look into your eyes and I see the world."
"But don't you ever miss your freedom?"
Rosalie smiled and shifted closer, scooping her wife into her arms and placing a kiss on her forehead.
"I don't feel trapped, Beth. I still have my freedom. I still take trips with mom, or by myself, or with you and Abbi. I've got options, and it's wonderful. What about you? Do you ever regret tying yourself down?"
Elizabeth snaked her arms around Rosalie's waist. She looked up at the ceiling, before settling her eyes on Rosalie's eyes once more.
"I did consider what it would be like to be a new mother at my age."
"Oh hush, you were barely forty."
"Yeah, aren't you the one who's feeling down because you're over thirty?"
"I see your point there," Rosalie placed a kiss on Elizabeth's chest and let out a loud breath, "we're getting old, aren't we?"
Elizabeth chuckled.
"I'm getting old. You're just having a midlife crisis," their age difference was never an issue, mostly because Rosalie had never acted her age, at least with Elizabeth, "I'll be fifty in a few years. Fuck."
"You'll be the sexiest fifty year old there is."
Elizabeth scoffed. Rosalie leaned back to look at her wife's beautiful face. Maybe she was biased, since she'd always been attracted to older women, but Elizabeth was extremely beautiful to her.
"If anything ever happens to me, you need to look out for Henry. You know how Lee is always unreliable."
"Baby," I'm not wet, "Henry's a grown up. You need to stop worrying so much," Rosalie cupped her wife's cheeks and kissed her lips, "but I'll always be there for him, no matter what."
"Thank you. And are you wet again?" Elizabeth giggled and Rosalie frowned, "I'm just kidding. You know I love you, right?"
"Yes grams, I love you too," Elizabeth slapped Rosalie's arm, "I'm kidding, baby," Rosalie grinned widely and straddled Elizabeth's lap, "we need to have sex more. These past few weeks have been horrible."
Elizabeth ran her fingers up Rosalie's thigh in consideration.
"You know work's been hectic. And Abbi doesn't give us a moment alone."
"But when she's asleep?"
"For the most part, you fall asleep before I even finish the bedtime ritual."
Rosalie placed her hands over Elizabeth's breasts and tilted her head to the side.
"I suck at being a mother."
Rosalie frowned.
"What did Abbi say this time?"
"I can't recite the bedtime story by memory. Now I probably need to memorize her entire bookshelf."
"Piece of cake."
Elizabeth shrugged, causing Rosalie to pinch her nipple. Elizabeth bit down on her bottom lip, as Rosalie leaned down.
"Why do you have to be the smart one in the relationship?"
"You make more than ten times as much as I do in a year, and you're at home most of the time."
"Hey, I can be a housewife and the breadwinner at the same time."
Rosalie pulled Elizabeth's tank top up and admired the fullness of her breasts. Running the pads of her fingers over swollen nipples, Elizabeth's breath was caught in her throat.
"I'll gladly take early retirement, if you want the breadwinner position so badly."
"Baby," oh, so now you're wet, "I really should be getting to bed," Rosalie frowned and leaned her lips against Elizabeth's chest, before taking a nipple inside of her mouth, "Fuck," Elizabeth caressed Rosalie's check with her thumb, as she continued to suck, "you make me happy."
Rosalie's eyes flickered and she trailed kisses up Elizabeth's chest, before finally placing one onto her lips.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, Elizabeth. Even when the gray hairs invade, I'll still love you, babe," Rosalie giggled and placed a final kiss on Elizabeth's forehead, before rolling off of her.
"Don't be an asshole."
They both turned on their sides, Elizabeth being the big spoon. Rosalie yawned and pulled the bedsheet up to cover their bodies completely.
"I love you, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth settled herself comfortably and pecked her wife's shoulder blade. She held onto Rosalie's left hand, tracing the wedding ring like she always did to help her fall asleep.
"I love you too, Rosalie."