“Well, that could be a challenge. I’m not sure I could focus while you’re doing that.”
“You can try,” Iro suggested. “Tell me.”
She slipped her hand between Arwen’s legs and moved inside her.
“Well, I’d like to become partner.”
“Yes, I remember that one. I’d love to see your name on the sign outside your office.”
“Me too,” Arwen said.
“And?” Iro asked, pushing in deeper.
“And I want a wife,” she said, looking into Iro’s eyes. “I want someone to spend my life with, who’d love me as much as I love them.”
“That sounds amazing,” Iro replied.
“Yes, it does.”
“What about kids?” Iro asked as she curled her fingers.
Arwen closed her eyes and said, “No.”
“No?” Iro asked, sounding surprised.
“The world is already… so… messed up. Oh, fuck.”
“Keep going,” Iro told her in a playful voice.
“I don’t… want to… bring… a kid… into it.”
“Me neither,” Iro shared.
Arwen opened her eyes and met Iro’s again.
“You don’t?”
Iro shook her head, and Arwen smiled.
“A lot of women do.”
“I know,” Iro replied.
“Maybe we really are perfect for one another,” Arwen suggested.
“Maybe. Now, tell me more after you come,” Iro said.
Arwen came not long after that, and they lay in silence for several minutes before Iro picked up a book that she had by the fireplace.
“Shall I read a bit before I get back to cooking breakfast?”
“That sounds perfect,” she said, and as she listened to Iro read from a book of the classics, she thought about how she could do this every day.
She could wake up next to her, go to work, come home, have dinner with her, make love, and fall asleep next to this woman who seemed to be made just for her.
“I think that’s yours,” Iro noted as she poured orange juice for her later.
Arwen heard her phone, too, so she hurried to the bedroom, where she’d left it to charge.
