DISCLAIMERS: There are none. These characters and this story belong to me,
Rating: This story is rated "R". It contains two women making love. If this
is illegal in your neck of the woods, or you are under age, .............SCAT!!!
DEDICATION: This is for the members of Xenabardtalk in thanks for their patience and companionship. And, for Vi, happy birthday.
Sandra gently placed her lover on their bed, two little hair balls dancing in delight at the return of their favorite human. The raven haired beauty lay on her back, pulling Josie down into the curve of her shoulder. Long arms embraced the frail body close to her breast as Josie wrapped her shorter arms around her lover's waist and held on tightly. Both women sighed, content just to hold and be held, to breathe in the scent of the other. Tears trailed down from blue and green, the relief of being able to lay together again releasing nearly two weeks of tremendous stress and pain.
"God, you feel good to me, Sandy. I've missed holding you so much. You are
my eyes. You know that, don't you?" Josie turned her head to rest her chin upon
her lover's chest.
"I know. I love you like the stars in the skies, boss. I was so afraid we'd never have another moment like this one." Sandra lost her composure. "I was so scared. I can't fathom my life without you." Sandra let her tears go unchecked as her lover held her tight with her head upon the younger woman's soft breasts. Sandra's long fingers massaged Josie's scalp as she kissed the golden curls over and over, again.
"Josie, I know this is probably not the time to do this, but I don't want to wait. Every moment we have together is too precious to me. I refuse to waste a minute of it." Sandra reached into her pocket and pulled out a small red velvet box. "I have committed my life to you, heart and soul. I want the world to know how honored I am to be your partner, your lover. Please....., Josie, will you marry me?" Sandra said in a rush of breath before she chickened out.
Josie pushed up onto her elbow and looked into the eyes she loved so, then at the ring sitting in its velvet bed. She was awed at its beauty. It was a one third carat diamond surrounded by small glittering garnets, set in gold. "Ohhhh, Sandy, it's so beautiful. I've never seen a ring like it before."
Sandra took the ring out of its box and slipped it onto the ring finger of her lover's left hand. "I had it made for you while you were in the hospital. It represents your heart wrapped around my soul..... Marry me Josie. I know we can't do it legally here. At least not yet. But, we can do it before God and those who matter." Sandra looked longingly into sea green eyes, shining with emotion. She brought the small hand to her lips and tenderly kissed it. "I'll love you forever and always. I promise."
Josie engulfed the insecure woman into an excited hug, knocking her back on
the pillow. "Oh, Sandy, my sweet, sweet Sandy. You've made me so happy. I just
don't know what to say." Tears shown in her eyes as she gazed, lovingly, from
her lover to the ring on her finger.
"Say yes, boss. Please....., say yes." Sandra pleaded, gently, her heart on her sleeve.
"Yes!" Josie exclaimed as she leaned down to deeply kiss the woman she loved.
Sandra felt her whole body soar at Josie's touch and pulled her weight down
upon herself. She delicately stroked her lover's face, then ran her strong,
gentle hands down the smaller woman's back and froze!
"What's wrong, love? Why'd you stop? It felt sooooo good." Josie purred.
"You're nothing but skin and bones. I can feel your ribs standing out. I need to get you bulked up, boss. I'm afraid I might break you." Sandra exclaimed in concern.
Josie chuckled at her lover's remark, and sighed. "Yeah, that not eating stuff is for the birds. But, I'm sure, with your cooking, I'll be back to my 'soft round curves' in no time. What do you think?" Josie whispered as she leaned down to kiss Sandra's throat, causing a groan of arousal.
"I think you are incorrigible and need to rest and eat some real food." Sandra flipped her smaller lover onto her back and kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm going to see what mom has cooking while you take a nap. I'll wake you when it's time to eat." The women kissed each other tenderly.
"Ok. You win this round. See you in a little bit. I love you, Sandra Camille Broussard Abbott." Josie smiled, her heart full.
"I love you, too, boss. Can I tell mom that she has a wedding to obsess over?" Sandra smiled warmly.
"Sure. She should really be able to get her teeth into that one. Oh boy!" Josie rolled her eyes and yawned.
Sandra's mouth watered at the delicious aromas wafting from the kitchen. "What ya cooking?" She asked as she lifted the top off the gumbo pot.
"Vegetable soup. I thought this was something very healthful that our patient could keep down. Her body needs to learn to eat normally again. It should only take a day or two. But we have to start her off slowly. No meat, or heavy fats. She should be able to tolerate soup and a little whole grain bread." Andre' said.
"That sounds good." Sandra fixed herself a café' au lait and a cup for her mother then leaned against the kitchen counter staring into space, trying to decide how to break the exciting news.
"You are staring, Sandra. Pour quoi?" Andre' asked looking into eyes so like her own.
"Mom, do you think we could go sit on the porch? I want to talk to you about something." Sandra grabbed the two cups of coffee and led her mother out the back door.
Mother and daughter made themselves comfortable, sipping the aromatic coffee and admiring the vast garden.
Andre' Broussard was never known for her patience, but was trying to sit quietly until her daughter was ready to begin.
"Sandra, qu est-ce qui ne va pas, ma cher?" Andre' couldn't wait any longer.
Sandra looked up in surprise. "Oh, no, nothing is wrong. In fact, everything is wonderful. I'm so happy with Josie sometimes I'm afraid I'll wake up to find it was all a beautiful dream." She gushed.
"Quelle histoire! Now I know why I named you "Camille". So, why are we out here, huh, pour quoi?" The older woman took another sip of her coffee as she searched deeply into her daughter's eyes for the answer.
"Momma, you like Josie, don't you?" Sandra began, tentatively.
"Mais, oui. She is an exceptional woman. And I am certain of her love for my beautiful little girl." Andre' smiled.
"I'm not a little girl anymore, momma. I haven't been for a very long time." Sandra complained.
"You will always be my little girl. Even when you are sixty years old."
Sandra sighed and smiled at her mother. "Mom, I love Josie with all my heart and she loves me back. I can't imagine life without her."
"Ma petite fille, you know the chances of Josie living a long life are not good. I hate to see you suffer. But, I also hate you to miss the joy your love will bring the two of you for whatever time the good Lord in his mercy gives you." Andre' reached out and set a comforting hand upon her child's own.
"I'm glad you feel that way, because I've asked Josie to marry me." It was Sandra's turn to search her mother's eyes for some negative reaction to her words. Seeing none, she continued. "I know lesbian marriages are not legally recognized here, but we want to commit to each other in the eyes of God and our loved ones. We haven't set a date or made any plans yet. We thought you might want to help us with that. That is .....if you will give us your blessing?" Sandra looked hopefully at her mother's somewhat puzzled expression.
"Sandra, you would certainly have my blessing but, mon Dieu, where will you find a Priest to perform the ceremony? It is a sin against the Church to perform homosexual weddings." Andre' stated, deeply concerned.
"I don't know. Like I said, we haven't had the chance to talk about it yet." Sandra frowned at this information.
"You were raised to be a good Catholic. I want you to be married in the Church." Andy was adamant.
"I'd like nothing more. You know that. But I don't see how we can."
"You leave that to me. Father Pierre married your father and I and Baptized you and your brother, as well as your Antoine. If anyone will help us, he will. Let me speak to him. You tell your Josie, there will be a wedding. I promise you." Andre' Broussard set her shoulders in a familiar stubborn manner. Sandra knew that if anyone could do it, her mom could.
"Thanks Mom. I'll let Josie know that we have you in our corner." Sandra got up to give her mom a big hug and kissed her cheek. "Let me go check on my girl."
Josie was sleeping soundly when Sandra entered the room. The tall beauty sat
in the overstuffed chair and put her feet up on the side of the bed, content
just to watch her lover sleep, a little dog on either side of her, like furry
book ends. Sandra yawned and realized she was pretty sleepy herself. She slipped
off her jeans and slid in next to her friend, trying hard not to awaken her.
She fell into a peaceful slumber, her heart filled with hope for their future.
It was an hour and a half later when Andy knocked gently upon the bedroom door. She called out, in case they were not dressed, to wake them for supper.
Sandra woke up first. "Ok....., I'm up..... We'll be out in ten minutes.....
Thanks mom." She stretched, then rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Turning on
her side to face her lover, she gently prodded her awake with featherlike kisses
down the side of her face, then her neck, then, through her t-shirt, to her
"Mmmmm. That feels soooo good." Josie purred. "Don't stop."
"Sorry, boss. Mom has dinner ready for us. And, Lord knows, you need to eat. Besides, it's time for your meds. I have to get those together so you can take them with your food." Sandra walked to Josie's side of the bed. "Don't try to get up too fast. I don't think your equilibrium will be so good yet."
Josie sat up slowly, very aware of her weakness, then dropped her legs off the side of the bed, sitting still until she felt the waves of dizziness cease. "Yep, I'd say you're right. Would you help me get into my pants?"
Sandra gave the little woman a lascivious grin. "I love getting into your pants." She said, wiggling her eyebrows.
"God, I wish I had the energy to wipe that grin off of your face with my bush!" Josie heaved a sigh of frustration.
"JOSIE! Behave yourself, woman. Momma'll be washing your mouth out with soap if you keep that up. I've never heard you speak that rough before." Sandra looked at her lover with an amazed and puzzled expression.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. That did sound awfully crude. I'm just so frustrated. I'm week as a newborn and as horny as a sailor on Saturday night furlough." Josie pursed her lips and blew out a lung full of air in frustration. "Would you, please, help me into my pants?"
Sandra thought better of teasing her frustrated lover any further as she helped her get dressed and walk to the kitchen table.
"Ahhh, there you are. I was beginning to think I'd be eating alone. How are you feeling, little one?" Andy asked cheerfully as she pulled a chair out for her.
Sandra assisted her partner to lower herself into the proffered chair. "I'm feeling better. Weak and frustrated, but better." Josie smirked and looked at her soup like it would bite her.
"Don't turn your nose up at my soup, young lady. Just eat it slowly. It should go down easily. I held back on the cayenne and salt. I have some whole wheat buns in the oven that should be ready to come out."
"I'll get them. You sit down and relax, mom. You've been working all day while we napped. Can I get you anything to drink?" Sandra asked as she pulled the buns from the oven.
"I'll just have water, thank you." Andy said.
"I'll have a Barq's, please." Josie answered.
"Nope, sorry Charlie, water for you. The carbonation could cause you to cough. Maybe tomorrow you can have some, after I look at your throat." Sandra wasn't taking any chances.
"Ok. If you say so." Josie sighed, yet again.
Dinner was a quiet affair, as everyone was tired, especially Josie, who found eating took a tremendous toll on her reserves. She'd eaten about a half a bowl of soup and two bites of bread when she had to ask to be brought back to her room.
"Sandy, I have to use the bathroom, can you help me to the toilet, please?" Josie was embarrassed when her lover didn't want to leave her on the toilet unattended and irritated when Sandra sat on the side of their large tub and refused to leave.
"I'm not a child! I don't need you here." The words were out of her mouth before she could censor them. "Oh, God! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." Josie paused at the pained look in gentle blue eyes. "I'll call you when I'm done. I promise, I won't try to get up on my own. You can sit right outside the door and leave it open a crack. Ok!?!" Josie said, in apologetic tones.
Sandra thought about all the indignities her friend had to suffer while in hospital and decided her request was a reasonable one. "Ok. I'll be right outside the door."
Josie smiled at her victory and sucked in a breath as her tender tissues burned as she urinated. Keeping the catheter in for so many days had made her raw. "Shit, that burns."
"You ok?" Sandy had heard and became alarmed.
"Yeah, It just burns a little when I urinate. That catheter is a bitch."
"I'm sorry, babe. It will be better tomorrow. Are you done? Can I come in now?"
"Sure, I'm done."
Sandra came in and helped her friend stand and straighten her clothes.
"Sandy, do you think you could help me bathe in the tub tomorrow? I'd love a good long, hot, soak." Josie looked up at her lover with her best puppy dog face.
"If you are strong enough and eat all of your breakfast, I'll reward you with a tub bath. So, you'd better not argue with me about giving you a shower tonight. Ok?"
Josie pouted and allowed her lover to remove her clothes as she held onto strong shoulders. Sandra turned on the shower and removed her own clothes. Then she helped her lover into the shower stall, holding onto her waist, pressing the small frail body against her own. She quickly soaped them both up and rinsed before her charge became too weak to stand even with her assistance. She helped Josie out of the shower and sat her on the toilet seat so she could dry her off and slip a clean t-shirt over her head."Ok, boss, time for bed." Sandra half carried her lover to their bed and tucked her in. Josie was sound asleep before her head hit the pillow.
The next day was a definite improvement as Josie tolerated her home bound breathing treatments and was able to walk to the breakfast table on her own steam with Sandra there to keep her balance. She ate one poached egg, one slice of whole wheat toast with Polaner's seedless blackberry jam and a half a glass of ice cold skim milk. It tasted wonderful to the little woman who hadn't eaten breakfast for nearly two weeks.
Sandra made some café au lait for them and assisted Josie out to the porch. Setting the cups down on the coffee table, Sandra lifted her lover onto her lap and sighed in contentment. "I've missed this. I've missed you. So much, that there aren't words to say."
Josie rested her forehead against her lover's. "I know. I'm so glad I'm back.
Sandy, you make life worth the fight. Thank you for loving me." Josie smiled
warmly into the eyes that held her happiness.
Sandra held her lover tightly and then, gently, pushed her away. "Josie, tell me about your mother."
To Be Continued in Part 10 of The Apartment
Tell me what you think, Lena
April 23, 2000
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