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“It’s a little unfair, don’t you think?” Beverly said with a smile.
“What is?” Deanna leaned forward, it was loud in ten forward at this time. The post dinner rush for dessert and drinks meant many excited voices and crowded tables. But she always welcomed an excuse to be closer to Beverly.
“That you can tell what I’m feeling but I don’t have a clue what’s going on with you,” Beverly replied.
Deanna laughed. She was right, it was unfair. Deanna could feel every pulse of emotion coming from Beverly, could practically taste the burning want that she felt every time Deanna was near. It thrummed beneath her skin and in that moment, she could tell just how much Beverly wanted to kiss her.
“True. But I’m sure you have other ways of determining my emotions.” She batted her eyelashes. “Like now, how would you describe my emotional state?”
Beverly rolled her eyes playfully. “I’d say you’re enjoying teasing me.”
“And you’d be right.” Beverly laughed in mock surprise. Deanna grinned. “But if you tried hard enough, then you’d realize much more.”
“Like what?” Beverly asked.
Deanna reached across the table and trailed her fingers over Beverly’s. “Well for one thing, I enjoy your company. I enjoy talking with you after a long day.” She looked into Beverly’s eyes. She was beginning to blush, and Deanna could feel her emotions winning as she tried to fight them off. “And you’d know that I feel the exact same way that you feel for me.”
“Deanna,” Beverly breathed, flipping her hand over and grasping Deanna’s own. She hesitated. “I know you wouldn’t lie to me. But.” She was beginning to slip away, Deanna could feel her embarrassment taking over. “Could we talk about this somewhere else?”
“Of course.”
Deanna let her lead them to her quarters, knowing that Beverly would feel more secure if they had this conversation in a place where she felt most comfortable. They stepped inside, and Deanna felt her friend’s anxieties lessen.
Beverly looked at her, her blue eyes torn between apprehension and excitement. Forever delighted in the singularly human way that her emotions felt, Deanna stepped closer.
“I know you’re scared,” she said. Beverly smiled nervously. Deanna took another cautious step and gathered Beverly's hands into hers. “But I also know that you want this.” She breathed in and out. “And I want you, Beverly. I want this.” She brought their hands up to rest between them, lightly brushed her lips over Beverly's knuckles.
Gathering courage, Deanna leaned forward, a question in her eyes that Beverly answered by pulling her in.
Her lips were soft. And pliant, and warm. Deanna hummed and threaded her fingers through Beverly’s hair, tugging her closer. Beverly’s emotions swirled around Deanna's mind in a beautiful blend of sensations, light and electric. It was new and exhilarating and terribly addictive. With one last kiss, Deanna pulled away to breathe.
“Deanna,” Beverly murmured against her jaw. “Deanna.”
Deanna removed her hands from Beverly's hair in order to tilt her head back up.
“Beverly. I would never lie to you.”
“I know.” The kiss seemed to have removed most if not all of Beverly's reservations. Deanna smiled.
“I love you.”
Beverly's face lit up, and so did her emotions. Deanna was slammed with a wave of utter adoration and nearly knocked to the ground with the force of Beverly's embrace.
“Why did we take so long dancing around each other like this?” Beverly mumbled into the crook of her neck.
Deanna wound her arms around Beverly's waist and held her tight. Breathed in the moment.
“Well, you are a very good dancer.”
“Shut up,” Beverly laughed, pressing her lips to Deanna's once again. “I love you.”