Fall Into Me

..III..

The next week was spent together. Minerva insisted that she took a week off all work to reassure Mona and to help make as many memories as she could. Mona thought it was sweet, but it was all swallowed by a layer of her own sadness. Eventually she'd forget the things they'd done, going to the bakery, long walks in the forest where they laughed and played with each other, exquisite date nights to beautiful old structures where Minerva would talk about the history.

She'd forget the time they'd gone on a walk and it started to snow, nothing heavy, but more than a light flutter. Instead of rushing them back into the castle, Minerva had taken Mona's hand and danced with her, the snowflakes landing on them and soaking them to the bone with the frozen water. Mona had blushed and laughed, asking why they were dancing to no music, and Minerva simply said, "because, my love, I want to dance with you. Will you deny me that?" And Mona couldn't, so they danced through the snow.

She'd forget how beautiful Minerva had looked in a low cut deep purple dress on a date night, how later that night Mona had peeled that dress off her and they'd snuggled together completely naked in front of the fire, sharing the sweetest of kisses and gentlest of touches. How Minerva's body had relaxed into hers and her eyes hooded when she was sleepy and comfortable.

Even the night Minerva had taken Mona to see Cabaret at the Edinburgh Playhouse for Valentine's Day, where she'd bought six seats in the front row of the circle. They sat together, with an empty chair on either side of them, and a Ghost next to those empty chairs. It had been a night of pure joy for Mona, laughing the entire time and Minerva had watched both Mona and the show, drinking in her enjoyment. But soon, that too would be dust in her brain.

Mona knew that eventually, all of it would be forgotten, and it upset her more than she wanted Minerva to know. In the evenings, when Minerva was asleep, Mona would study the photos in her phone gallery, read the intricate notes she'd made, try to recall the memories. Sometimes she could, other times it was harder. This was the worst her memory had been in a long time, Vegas long gone, the first and even second event with Minerva disappearing.

A deep melancholy surrounded Mona because of it, a lack of enthusiasm for dates or even spending time with Minerva emerging. Why waste Minerva's energy when Mona wouldn't remember? Why make the memories just for her to forget them a few months later?

Because of this, she'd been taking more photos of Minerva's little moments. There was one morning where Minerva was still asleep, face relaxed and lips slightly parted, long lashes touching her cheekbones. Mona had stroked her black hair from her face and took a picture of how serene she looked, how peaceful. More notably, Mona had set up the phone to record on a day that Moira had helped her bake. The video starts with Mona presenting Minerva the cake, documenting Minerva's brilliant expression of surprise and joy, and her insistence to share the cake with Mona, which led to Minerva kissing frosting from Mona's mouth, and when Cricket bumped into Minerva, the cake fell from her fork and down her shirt. Mona had eagerly cleaned that up with her tongue, which led to Minerva's devious and wicked grin as she smeared frosting over her nipples and Mona lapped and sucked it away, after which Minerva pinned her to the counter and fingered Mona through several orgasms. Mona still had to edit that video down, not sure she wanted a video anywhere of Minerva topless.

As time progressed, Minerva became so busy with sorting out her company and taking over the castle that Mona only saw her in the evenings, but that was okay. Mona had been doing other things, building her Lego sets, finding new places in the castle, training the puppies. She kept herself busy, and when Minerva would return for dinner, the woman would settle Mona in a chair and stand behind her with her hands on her shoulders.

Minerva would take a moment to squeeze her muscles, then, she'd lean down and whisper softly into Mona's ear, "you know what to do, pet, fall into me." And like a switch being flicked, Mona would tumble into the headspace where Minerva controlled her eating and drinking. Mona didn't know how she did it, how certain phrases whispered into her ear made her drop everything and slip away. Perhaps it was because Mona was so willing to not have to deal with one of her issues that she happily gave it away whenever she could. Or maybe it was because Minerva constantly sat inside her head, interrupting everything Mona did.