"I've missed you too," Carey said, pulling her inside and closing the door. There was no hesitation as she leaned forward, trapping Grace against the door, kissing her with all the pent-up feelings that two months without her brought. "Mmm, so much."
"I need to get my suitcase."
"Later," Carey said, as she took her hand and led her into the bedroom. "I have to have you now."
"Absence really does make the heart grow fonder," Grace said as Carey started to unbutton her shirt. "What happened to the woman that ran from me for two years?"
Carey pushed the shirt over her shoulders, then leaned forward for another kiss. "She was seduced by a beautiful blonde vixen, and then spent two months alone dreaming about it."
"Did she, now?"
"Yes, she did. Now shut up and kiss me."
Grace wrapped her arms around Carey's neck, happy to oblige.
Carey rolled onto her side and pulled Grace into her arms. "That was so worth the wait."
"Oh, yeah," Grace said, leaning over for another kiss.
"I thought I was gonna go crazy from wanting you." Carey's hand slid down Grace's back and stopped to caress her lovely backside. "I just don't seem to be able to get enough of you. I love to touch you."
"Sweetheart, two months is nothing. You don't know what going crazy from wanting is until you spend two years waiting and hoping."
"It felt like forever."
"I know."
They held each other in comfortable silence, happy that the waiting was finally over.
"Carey?"
"Hmm?"
"I decided to take the job in Mohawk," Grace said.
"Did you?"
Grace snuggled closer. "Mmm." She kissed Carey's neck. "I couldn't bear the thought of being away from you for two more years."
Carey smiled. "I'm glad. I don't think I could bear it either."
"So what happens tomorrow?"
"What do you mean?"
Grace sat up and looked down at her prone lover. "Do I start looking for an apartment?"
Carey rolled onto her side and propped her head up with her hand.
"When do you start your job?"
"Next Monday," Grace said.
Carey took several breaths before speaking. "You know it's an hour each way to Mohawk."
"It's a pretty ride."
"Not in the winter."
"Carey?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you want me to find an apartment?"
"What do you want?"
"You should know what I want by now," Grace said, gently rubbing Carey's belly. "I want to be with you."
"You sure? Two hours a day might not seem too much at first, but day in and day out might be a strain."
"Ah, but I forgot to tell you that I'll be working from home on my computer. I only have to drive into the office once a week, but I wouldn't care if it was ten hours away, I'd drive it happily to be with you each night." She leaned down and kissed Carey's shoulder. "But I'll never sleep on the couch again."
Carey smiled. "I didn't think you would," she said. "You worked too hard to get into the bedroom." She let her fingers play idly with the short blonde hair. "I miss you when you're not here. Sue can tell you what a bear I've been."
"I want to stay," Grace said.
"I can't make any promises, Grace."
"I know."
Carey looked at her for several seconds before answering. "I should say no."
"If it's a snowy night, I'll stay in Mohawk," Grace offered. "I can stay with Tom and Stuart or I can get a motel." She kissed Carey.
Slowly nodding, Carey gave in. "We can give it a try." She looked deeply into crystal blue eyes. "I care about you so much. I don't want to see you hurt, especially by me."
"I'm not seventeen anymore," Grace said softly. "I know what I'm getting into. I'm willing to take the chance." She lightly stroked the side of Carey's breast. "I want to be here with you."
"Grace, why are you taking these?" Carey asked, holding up a green and white pill case.
"Well not for what you're thinking," Grace said, taking the birth control pills from the older woman's hand. "I was getting bad cramps and the doctor said these would help." She set them on the counter with the rest of the things designated for the bathroom. "Do you want me to finish the unpacking by myself?"
"No, I said I'd help." Carey reached for another box. "Stuff. What room does 'stuff’ go in?"
"Depends on what it is," Grace said, opening another box. "See? This stuff box is kitchen stuff."
"Grace?"
"What?"
"Are these what I think they are?"
Grace turned and blushed. "Um...they look like movies to me."
"I can see that," Carey said. "Interesting titles."
"Interesting movies," Grace said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Wanna see them?"
"I don't think so," Carey said, putting the videotapes back into the box. "I can't believe you own porno movies."
"Lesbian porno movies," Grace said without looking at her. "I had to have something to keep me occupied and out of trouble on those cold winter nights."
"Grace?"
"What?"
"Why do you have roach clips?"
Grace took a quick glance, then went back to the box she was working on. "They're not roach clips. They're nipple clamps."
"Nipple clamps? What are you doing with nipple clamps?"
"Not what you think," Grace said. "They were a gag gift from Tom."
"And what did you get him?"
"You sure you want to know?"
Carey shook her head and tossed the clamps back in the box. "No."
"You probably don't," Grace said.
"Um, Grace?"
"Hmm?"
"I know I'm going to hate asking, but what's this?"
"What?" Turning around, Grace saw what Carey was holding and smiled. "That's Little Carey. A poor substitute for the real thing."
"You know, your dad told me you bought something and hinted that's the reason you needed rechargeable batteries," Carey said, looking at the purple toy. "What's this piece for?"
Grace joined her. "It vibrates," she said, kissing Carey's chin. "Variable speed right on the—“
"I get the idea," Carey said, visions forming in her head. "And you..."
She pointed at the longer end. "You actually used this?"
"Well," Grace said, wrapping her arms around Carey's waist and kissing the corner of her mouth. "You weren't there to do it for me." She moaned softly, then licked the older woman's earlobe. "Though I used to imagine you were."
"You imagined me..." Carey's voice dropped a level, reacting to the erotic thought and Grace's overtures. "Using this on you?"
"Oh yeah," Grace whispered huskily. "Every time I used it."
Carey swallowed hard. "I think I'll put this in the bedroom."
"Good idea," Grace said before she claimed Carey's lips with her own. "Want me to show you how to use it?"
Carey groaned, then disengaged herself. "Do that and we'll never get your stuff unpacked."
Grace wrapped her arms around Carey from behind. "You like that idea, don't you?" Carey nodded, her breath quickening. "Which part?" Grace lowered her voice to a husky tone. "The idea of using Little Carey on me or the idea that I think of you when I touch myself?" She cupped Carey's breasts, loving the way they felt in her hands. "Tell me," she whispered.
"Both."
"You have no idea how many nights I lay on that couch imagining that it was you touching me instead of my own fingers," Grace said. "How many nights I dreamed about you taking me…" She stepped up on her tiptoes and kissed the back of Carey's ear. "…touching me...going inside...nice and deep..." Carey groaned, covering Grace's hands with her own and squeezing hard. "You like that idea, don't you?" Grace asked, tracing Carey's ear with the tip of her tongue. "To have me lying there beneath you...around your fingers...mmm..." She ground her pelvis against Carey's hip. "Are you sure we need to finish unpacking right now?"