I wasn't lost. All I wanted was to be found...
The warm breeze felt in the early evening and the subtle buzzing noises of traffic on the street grounds are like a background of silence between accompanies.
Olivine sat on the floor, listening, leaning head rested towards Katarina's lapped. Enjoying the warmth and she caresses her head while Olivine's eyes were closed. She feels those each single stroke playing with her few strands of her hair.
Those scents entice her senses; she has no idea how long she can hold with this woman. The happiness filled her heart once again, but it hits differently this time. The void, the coldness inside, magically disappeared.
You cooked for me; you feed me first. Then you'll have your first bite after...
You started arranging my office desk and cleaning a little, I saw on the monitor. Sneaking my office just to arrange things.
I wasn't even looking for a maid.
I am looking for a —
ugh! I never expected this way too much...
Olivines state of thought occupies and stays like a collection of intrusive thoughts piled, which one could go wrong. The happiness tailed with fear, snapping the idea of no more. This woman had me entirely.
"Thank you saying yes to me, Katarina." Olivine opened her eyes. Instantly searched, she held her hand and held it.
She knelt one knee in front, kissing gently as she made eye contact with her.
"You were right, everything came so overwhelming, but don't ask permission if you want to hold my hand, hug, kiss me, or..." Katarina said.
"Don't go there, Katarina," she said.
"Hold on a second." Olivine stood up, tapping her knee like there's a dust in it.
Olivine went on the other side of the infinity pool barefooted. Wearing her oversize shirt, she picks several flowers in the side garden. Taking a glance at Katarina's smiling at her waving sitting on the couch, it's the healing she felt. The exuding efforts, with simple gestures.
"Here... I can't go to the flower shop; I guess it's close already, but I wanted to give flowers that I picked myself," Olivine said, giving her three stem little flowers. Katarina held it, followed by a kiss on her forehead. Olivine took her hand again and kissed.
"Thank you, Oliv," she said, staring and smiling at the tiny little flowers.
She knelt and sat on the floor, leaning forward, and lay her head on Katarina's lap again, closing her eyes, taking deep breaths, hugging her, and looking up back at her.
"I am not the best person that exists, but I want you to make me special in my own way," Olivine said.
Katarina paused, covered her mouth, and became speechless, wiping her tears and listening to her.
"I'll be open about how I felt; I won't hide it anymore," she continues.
"And I will stick and continue our terms, not crossing the line if you still want that. I understand you're new to this whole experience and situation." Olivine wiped her cheeks, using her thumb, and smiled at her.
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Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW
Short Story[COMPLETED] [women-loving-women] WLW What is love,when she's already committed? Olivine is grieving of a loss of her beloved wife, since that day she couldn't feel any emotions any attachments left we're all gone the trauma of being alone. Struggle...
