Escape my love

(June and Rosalie are 2 girls in the 17th century who find themselves gaining feelings For each other)

Their lips met in a kiss that shattered every wall, every doubt, every moment lost to hesitation.

Rosalie gasped against her, her fingers clutching desperately at June's cloak as their bodies pressed together, as months-years-of longing poured into every breath, every touch.

June's hands grasped at her waist, pulling her impossibly close, as if afraid she would slip away again.

But Rosalie wasn't going anywhere.

She kissed her deeper, tasting the salt of her tears, feeling the warmth of her skin, the tremor in her breath.

This was real.

This was home.