Part 9

I seemed to be floating on a sea of pure joy as the soft strains of my favorite song infiltrated my thoughts.

...Maybe itís intuition

But some things you just donít question

Like in your eyes

I see my future in an instant

And there it goes

I think Iíve found my best friend

I know that it might sound more than a little crazy

But I believe

I knew I loved you before I met you

I think I dreamed you into life

I knew I loved you before I met you

I have been waiting all my life

Thereís just no rhyme or reason

Only this sense of completion

And in your eyes

I see the missing pieces

Iím searching for

I think Iíve found my best friend

I know that it might sound more than a little crazy

But I believe

I knew I loved you before I met you

I think I dreamed you into life

I knew I loved you before I met you

I have been waiting all my life

A thousand angels dance around you

I am complete now that Iíve found you

I knew I loved you before I met you

I think I dreamed you into life

I knew I loved you before I met you

I have been waiting all my life.......

As I focused on the last half of the beautiful song, I became aware, slowly, that it was the clock radio I was hearing. The next thing I noticed was the additional voice Savage Garden seemed to have added to the popular recording.

"Oh my God!" I sat bolt upright, just as the song ended.

Looking around, I realized, not only was I still lying on the couch, but I was deliciously wrapped in a cocoon of warm arms and legs. Large, firm breasts were snuggled into mine, and the gentle heartbeat against me drew a smile. Soft lips brushed against my neck, making me smile yet again.

"Morning, Gillian." Max tickled my ear with the tip of her tongue and chuckled. "My singing that bad? Couldnít help myself. Always loved that song. Now I know why." Another quick tickle and an, all-too-brief, kiss.

Turning to see the azure eyes I so adored, I pulled her fully into my arms. "Max. You sing...well, youíre incredible. You could do this for a living!"

She chuckled and lifted that sexy eyebrow of hers. "You suggesting I become a hooker, sweetheart?"

Wrinkling my brow at first, I quickly caught the joke and playfully smacked her shoulder. "You! Only if you commit to having only one ëjohní for the rest of your life." Uh-oh. It had leaped past my lips before I could edit. " I mean..."

Pressing our bodies together, she kissed me softly. "I think...no, I HOPE, I know what you meant. And, Honey? Count on it! I love you. Does that music I hear mean itís time to get up?" Her lips delayed any immediate reply.

"Mmmm. I love you, too, Max. More than anything. And, yes. Well, sort of. I mean, what time do you have to be at work?"

My heart began to race as she slid her long leg between my thighs and kissed me again, more deeply than before. Our hips started a slow, sensual grind to our own inner rhythm, which was quickening rapidly. My heated tongue pushed itís way into her opening mouth, where it was greedily met by her own. The slick muscles pressed into and circled each other over and over again. Just as things were starting to get truly ëinterestingí, the radio caught our attention.

"All right, people. Stop what youíre doing right now and get out of that bed! Itís 6 a.m., the radio is on and itís time to meet and greet another day. Címon people! Rise and shine!! Now, for a ëMajicí oldie by Olivia Newton-John. Letís Get Physical...."

Together, as if on cue from an unseen director, we burst into laughter. Holding our sides and roaring with unchecked mirth, we sat up.

"I canít believe he said that. And at that precise moment." Max had barely caught her breath. "You donít have some strange, secret powers you failed to tell me about, do you?" She waggled her dark eyebrows for emphasis.

Chuckling and waggling mine right back at her, I flashed a wicked smile. "Iíll never tell."

"Oh yeah?" She presented her long fingers and made a show of limbering them up in front of my face.

"Yep." I took her hands in mine. "Seriously, Max. What time do you have to be at work?"

"Well, sure as bloody hell not this early. He said 6. Six! Gillian, why so early? This is an ungodly time of day, baby. Six. Shit, the sun ainít even up yet, darliní."

I snorted at the fake accent and sincere complaints in regard to the hour. "Max. Sweetie. Youíre so funny. The sun isnít up because itís Fall. Itís funny though, because I am so not a morning person. I only get up this early to keep from becoming the porker I was in junior high."

Pulling her head back so she could give my body her full scrutiny, she lifted that eyebrow and grinned wickedly. Flicking sculpted brows, she licked her lips and ran her tongue across her teeth. It was at that moment my brain awakened fully, reminding me I was still quite naked. Never before had I experienced a full body blush. Iím not at all sure I recommend it.

"Max!" I protested, looking around for the discarded afghan.

"Ah. Ah. Ah." She grabbed and clutched said afghan, keeping it just beyond my grasp.

"Max!" I protested again. "Címon, now. Iím naked here."

Leaning in to touch my nose with hers, she husked: "I know."
 
 

"...Let me hear you body talk..."

"Oooo. Good idea, Livvy, olí pal." My tall lover wise-cracked to the radio.

Taking advantage of the moment, I snatched the afghan and quickly covered my very wide-awake body. "Good as that sounds... And, my incredible lover, it sounds very, very good. I really have to get downstairs and work out. Iím already behind schedule."

Pressing me back into the pit group, clutched afghan and all, she covered my mouth with a searing, passionate kiss. When we came up for air, I felt her hands slide beneath the knitted material until they found what they were after.

"Speaking of behinds..." she chuckled and squeezed the point home. "How rigorous a workout you want, baby?"

"Oh lord," I gulped.
 
 

"....Well, all right. That was Anne Murray with Could I Have This Dance and at the toll the time will be Seven Toowenty Five and do you know where your socks are?!..."

"Oh, Maaaxx! I love you so much." I mumbled, climbing back up my loverís body, toward the lips I sought.

"Gill....Oh my God, Gillian." She rasped, struggling for air. Meeting me halfway, she pulled me up the remaining distance to her waiting mouth. The kiss was deep and soft and so loving it made itself felt all the way into my soul.

"I was....I mean, I was....okay, then?" I managed to get the words out between kisses.

Lips jerked back and blues eyes widened. "Jesus, baby! OK? OK! Where were you when my entire body went into orbit, love?" She took my right hand and pressed it into her cleavage. "My heart is still pounding like an Amazon war drum. No. You were not okay. You were...and are...the most wonderful, intense and beautiful lover I have ever had." She kissed my nose and looked into my pooling green eyes, deeply. "Gillian. I love you with all that I am. I never expected to find anyone like you; love like this. But I can tell you I have no intention of ever letting it, or you, go. So I hope you feel the same way. Otherwise, can you say ëbroken heartí?", she half snickered.

Placing her face, tenderly, between my palms, I gazed into the eyes of my soulmate. "Can you say ëfastí?" I smiled.

Dark locks brushed my fingers as she nodded.

"This is gonna seem really fast to most people, Max. But, for me, it seems like forever I have been searching for you."

"I know what you mean. It feels that way to me, too." She whispered.
 
 

"...Sunshine with a hint of an Autumn chill today folks. Weather man says itís gonna be a high of 53 and a bit windy this afternoon. Weíre coming up on eight oíclock and Iím outa here...."

"Shit." I groaned. "Max, I have to be in the office by 9. Damn it. Do you have any idea how much I wish I could just stay here with you all day?"

Teasing my full lips with a quick lick, she kissed me. "If itís anywhere near as much as I would like to make love with you all day, weíre in deep trouble, Sweetheart. Here," she extended her hand to help me up. "Iíll help and we can grab something on the way."

"But your car is still..."

"No problem. Iíll ride in with you and hop a cab to my car. Where do you work? Whereís the office, I mean?"

"Townsend Towers. Downtown."

"Youíre kidding? My office is in the Blayne Building down the block. Wanna do lunch?"

Taking her hand, I moved us toward the bathroom and the shower. "You better believe it. Max?"

"Hmmm?" She paused just inside the blue tiled room.

"Any chance youíd come home with me again tonight?" Green eyes nervously searched brilliant blue for the answer my heart longed to hear.

Warm lips brushed trembling ones. "Hey. Whatís with the trembling, Gillian? You act as scared as I feel."

"Youíre scared? Of what, Max?" I turned on the water and waited for the temperature to adjust.

"Itís the morning after, love. I just spent the most incredible night of my life in the arms of a dream. I feel like one wrong move, one misspoken word, and Iíll wake up. Alone, again." Her eyes had filled and tears threatened to grace tanned cheeks.

I reached up and pulled her into my arms. "Guess we both fear the same thing. Well, Iím here to stay, Max. May I assume from what you just said that you are, too?"

Crushing our bodies together, she nodded. "Always, Gillian. Always. Iíll let you shower and change. I can go in later after I run home and change. I own the place, after all."

I smiled.

"OK, then. Iíll meet you in the kitchen in ten minutes. Weíll decide on a time for lunch on the way and you can tell me what time you get off then, too."

"So, youíll..." my words were interrupted by her tongue. "Mmmm."

Strong arms pushed my naked form into the shower and I watched the sexiest ass in the world move toward the door. Turning, she grinned at having caught me watching.

"Shower. Now. Then work. Tonight we can talk about what happens after one finds the love of their life, their soulmate, at a goddamn Womenís Support Group, of all places."

I could hardly wait.