It’s February 10th. Yaz knew Valentine’s Day was coming up. Sammy’s energetic nature and warmth expanded to this holiday too. When Yaz lived with Sammy, she would decorate their bedroom with frills, ribbon, flowers. All the tropes were present. After her parents cut her off, she doubled down and decorated the little farmhouse in its entirety. Yaz should have seen her suffering then. The spark she normally had in her eyes has faded more and more with each video chat. Brooklynn called, displaying concern for her girlfriend, but Yaz continued with her studies. She ignored the elephant in the room, hoping the issue would go away on it’s own.
Yaz looked at the picture frame on the small desk on her side of the dorm and sighed. It was their first real date after camp. She flipped the frame face down and continued writing. Each passing moment, she kept glancing at the discarded picture. Vividly, she remembers the last fight. Things were said unkindly and were left unfinished. She hated feeling like this. She and Sammy had been together since they were 14 and 15 years old. A lot changed between then and now. They were young adults now, Sammy took care of the ranch and Yaz abandoned her to study in Wyoming. Sammy was alone and isolated. The last fight they had was a week ago.
It was late, Sammy was yawning on the phone, her eyes began to droop.
“If you want to go to bed, you should.” Yaz commented. Sammy shook her head and sat up.
“No way! This is the first time we had a moment to just talk in a month. I miss you.” Sammy adamantly declared. “Bessie misses you too.” She practically whispered the last sentence.
“Sammy, I have a lot of homework to catch up on. I was sick last week and missed class. You know this. If you need to sleep, you’d be doing me a favor.” Yaz said absentmindedly.
“Yasmina.” Sammy warned. Yaz frowned, confused.
“Samantha?” She countered, toeing the line, testing how far she can push. Sammy hardly ever yelled. She was patient, but firm.
“You know what, nevermind.” Sam mumbled. Yaz stopped typing to look at the camera directly. She could see tears in Sammy’s eyes.
“Sam, what’s wrong?” she asked softly. Sammy opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water before growling.
“You! You’re the problem. I haven’t seen you since Halloween. I spent Thanksgiving with Kenji, Yaz. Kenji! I sat at home baking cookies by myself during Christmas. If I get you on the phone, you are distracted and distant. You know what, Yasmina? I am done trying. You know how to get a hold of me.”
Radio silence from her girlfriend since last week. Yaz hardly spoke to anyone. Sammy was always the exception. From discussion to physical intimacy, Sammy broke the barriers and didn’t back down. It was out of character.
“Delivery, Fadoula.” Her roommate stated, tossing a care package from Sammy onto her bunk. She must have sent this on the first just like she always does. It almost always contains food and a handkerchief with her perfume sprayed on. This time was no exception. Except this time, the package caused tears to flow unashamed. Her roommate, Madison paused, startled by the display of emotion.
“Uh…are you okay?” Madison asked softly, her tone gentle, but confused.
“Yes.” Yaz sobbed out, wiping her eyes. She grabbed the purple square and inhaled. She misses Sammy. “I just miss my girlfriend.”
“Well, go see her! It sounded like she misses you and wants you to come to her.” Yaz spun on her, narrowing her eyes questioningly.
“I overheard your convo last week. You need to make it up to her.” Madison stuttered out. Yaz sighed.
“Yes, I do.”
The drive was monotonous. Everywhere she looked after she hit southern Colorado, she saw sand and half dead looking plants. New Mexico wasn’t much better. She did have to stop a few times at a gas station to refuel and get something to eat for the road. Yaz, despite all her shortcomings as a girlfriend, wanted to make it in time. Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day. She’s been on the road since the 12th and she needs to make it. She has to.
It was beginning to get dark when she finally made her SUV up the long driveway to the ranch on February 14th. It felt like coming home. She looked at the house. It was still country, but there were no decorations, the wind chime they made together must have been taken down in a storm. It was sitting in a chair on the porch. There were no lights on, but Sammy’s truck was parked in it’s usual spot. She must be out in the fields, so Yaz slowly made her way up to the porch and tried the door. Sammy always left it unlocked, despite Yaz protesting that. As luck would have it, it was. Before she could open the door fully, she was staring at a shotgun barrel that was between the gap in the door and Yaz. She raised her arms in surrender.
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Sammy was out in the pasture, cleaning up after the cows when she spotted a dust cloud coming up the winding driveway. The sun was setting and it was late. She wasn’t expecting any company. Part of her was worried it was Carl. She made her way up to the ranch house and grabbed her shotgun from the hall closet just to be safe. The car’s tires crunch along the dirt and gravel before squeaking to a stop. The engine cut out. A single car door opened and slammed shut. There were footsteps creaking across the porch. The door began to open, and the barrel was shoved in the space between the door and the intruder.
“Whoa Sam, it’s just me!” Sammy knew that voice. She flung the door open to see Yaz standing there with her arms up.
“Yaz?” Sammy said in disbelief. Yaz was standing there in a two-piece suit, heels, and bouquet of sunflowers, Sammy’s favorite. She suddenly felt underdressed.
“Hi, Sammy.” Yaz whispered softly. Sammy stood there; shotgun lowered to her side. She was holding it by the stock. She said nothing, just staring at her. Yaz hastily began to explain herself. “Look, you’re right. I left you alone here and it wasn’t fair to you. I have been gone since Halloween and even then, things weren’t amazing between us because I wasn’t there since the Fourth. I am a terrible girlfriend, and I realized that. I moved all my classes online so I could move back to Texas to be with you. I messed up, and-” But she never got to finish because the shotgun was tossed to the side and Sammy embraced her, cutting her off mid sentence.
“You’re here.” Sammy mumbled against her shoulder. She inhaled deeply, Yaz’s scent bringing comfort. Yaz grabbed her and didn’t let go. She missed her girlfriend. The perfume she wore wafted it’s way up Yaz’s nose and she buried her head in Sammy’s neck. The lingering smell of sweat and sweet perfume made Yaz whimper. She let out a choked sob and held on harder. Sammy rubbed comforting circles on her back as she remained in Sammy’s neck. Finally, they broke the hug but didn’t dare break contact completely. Yaz held onto Sammy’s strong forearms, and Sammy held Yaz’s. They stared at each other in person for the first time in months, memorizing new marks and every feature.
“How can you forgive me? I thought you were furious with me.” Yaz choked out. Sammy shook her head.
“I’m just glad you’re here now. And the now is all that matters to me.” Yaz looked down at her feet, ashamed it took so long to see her. Sammy gently grabbed her chin and made her meet her eyes. They stood like that while the sun set, the sky turning purple. She extended her arm with the flowers, presenting them to Sammy.
“I got you flowers. Happy Valentine’s Day.” Sammy gushed at how they looked and how beautiful they were.
“Come inside, let’s get a vase for these.” Sammy turned, picked up the shotgun and disappeared inside. Yaz hesitated at the threshold before finally taking a step inside the home they’ve shared since they were seventeen and Yaz’s mother kicked her out. It was the same. Same pictures, same kitchen. Except…
“What is this?” Yaz asked, pointing at a sculpture. It was two hands, molded together in an eternal frozen embrace.
“Brooklynn made it for us. She’s taking sculpting lessons at art school. I was going to tell you, but we haven’t spoken much.” Sammy said gently. “Why don’t you get comfortable? You still have clothes here.” She pivots. Yaz nods, and heads upstairs to their room. It hasn’t changed. The bed is unmade, classic Sammy. There was the mirror they procured at a discount store in town still mounted on the wall. In the closet, there were mostly Sammy’s clothes. All her clothes are in the car. Turning towards the dresser, she opened her drawer and inside was her night clothes. She put on her black sleeping shorts and a matching button up night shirt. Sammy entered without knocking while she was halfway buttoning her shirt.
“Oh, my goodness, I’m sorry Yaz. I didn’t mean to walk in.” But Yaz didn’t say anything or shy away from Sammy’s thirsty gaze. They haven’t been intimate since the Fourth. During Halloween, they fought then too, so Yaz spent the weekend on the couch and left without saying so much as a goodbye. God, she was a horrible girlfriend. She stopped buttoning her shirt and crossed the room to Sammy. She reached down and took Sammy’s hand in her own gently. She placed her hand in the valley between her breasts and let go. Sammy’s hand began to travel on its own, running across her collarbone, down to her shoulder. Her hand was rough from working on the farm, but her touch was gentle. It was enough to ignite a fire in Yaz’s belly. It’s been so long since they’ve had skin to skin contact. Sammy’s eyes were usually dark, but they were darker than normal. A sure sign of desire.
“I missed you.” She croaked out. Yaz tilted her head back to kiss Sammy, but Sammy pulled back. Yaz tried to not show it on her face, but Sammy always knew. “I love you, Yasmina Fadoula, but I don’t know how ready I am.” Yaz nodded understandingly and stepped back, losing the physical contact of Sammy. It’ll take some time. Yaz is sure of that. And she intends to be there until she is ready.
xxx
Sammy was working in the pasture with her ATV herding some cows to the barn for the night. Yaz was upstairs working on schoolwork online. She had unpacked during the last few days and needed to catch up. Sammy knew this and gave her space. They were afraid of being alone together. Due to the carnal nature between the two of them, they thought it was best to take space and reconvene later in the week to discuss their future. Sammy insisted that Yaz take the upstairs bedroom, claiming she didn’t want to climb the stairs after working in the fields all day. Yaz knew that was bullshit, but didn’t question it. They’ve shared that room since they were just kids, and having to sleep in that bed alone made Yaz insomniac. She refused to sleep anywhere Sammy wasn’t since coming back. She pulled all nighters and napped on the couch before dinner because at least Sammy was still in the same room. They shared dinner and went separate ways for bedtime. It was now Friday and Yasmina Fadoula sat upstairs at the desk; her eyes wandered towards the back window facing the fields. She groaned and kept working. She was well caught up and then some by this point. Finally, taking a break she went to the window. She saw Sammy step down from the ATV.
Yaz made her way downstairs and met Sammy at the door. She gripped her hand and squeezed before letting the taller woman’s hand go. Sammy just gave her a blinding grin and headed to the kitchen. She came back out with a concerned look on her face, the doors swinging shut behind her.
“Just so you know, I haven’t gone to the store. It’s an hour round trip from where we are in the sticks, plus the shopping will take some time.” Yaz understood.
“Go, I’ll be here.” Sammy leaned down and pecked her cheek before grabbing the keys and a jacket.
“I’ll be back. Promise me you’ll be here.” Yaz’s mouth went dry. Sammy looked so hot when she has a thin sheen of sweat on her arms.
“I promise.”
xxx
Yaz got to work. She went to the attic to find lights and strung them all over the bedroom. The rose bush they planted years ago had several thorny flowers, so she picked a couple and pulled the petals off, creating a trail from the door to upstairs. She arranged the remaining petals into a heart shape on the bed and lit a candle placing it on the desk. She went to the bathroom down the hall to “freshen up” and changed into lingerie. Her hair fell down her shoulders, it was long. She was hoping that this will be enough. Yaz desired Sammy but wouldn’t do anything without consent. She left a heartfelt letter on the bed and sat in the living room and waited.
The door opened two hours later, she heard a sound of confusion and the stairs creak. Yaz peeked around the corner and saw the bags sitting in the hallway by the door. She picked them up quietly and snuck them in the kitchen before climbing the stairs. She paused at the crack in the bedroom door and slowly pushed it open. Sammy stood in the middle of the room with her back to Yaz. She was reading the letter.
My dearest, Sammy.
We have been a part for a long time, and that is entirely my fault. I forgot how much I need you. I need you like I need air. I can’t live without it. You were my best friend first, lover second and I hope that will never change for us. I love you, without condition. No force on this Earth can take me from you, not even myself. I missed us, and seeing you confirmed that for me. I love you more than I can express into words. You know I am more of an artist than a writer. That was Darius’s thing. But I will do my best.
You are the reason I love at all. You broke my walls down and showed me what it was like to love and be loved. You are my best friend, my lover, my partner, and my safe haven. I will do anything to protect you, to love you, to be with you. I hope that in time we find our groove again. Let’s start with tonight.
Love always,
Y
Yaz waited until she folded the note back up and placed it on the desk. She cleared her throat. Sammy spun, tears welling up and paused to drink in Yaz.
“We don’t have to do anything…I just want you to hold me.” Yaz explained, seeing the expression on her face. She waited for anything, but Sammy didn’t move, didn’t blink, hell, she probably wasn’t even breathing.
“Wait here.” Sammy said firmly and she disappeared down the hall. Yaz sighed and remained in the room. She opened the nightstand and saw a picture. It was the same one she has. It’s the two of them, faces smooshed close together and shit eating grins on their faces. They both looked so happy then. That was before college. Before she left. Yaz picked up the discarded frame and placed it on Sammy’s nightstand. She fucked up royally, and a few lights and flowers aren’t going to fix it. She began to cry. She didn’t hear Sammy come back in and was startled by the physical contact of her rough, gentle hand on her shoulder.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” Sammy asked. Yaz didn’t say anything. Instead, she turned around and buried her head in Sammy’s full chest. She wept, truly wept since she came home.
“I’m so sorry, Sammy.” Sammy just held her tightly and rested her chin on top of Yaz’s head.
“I know.” She whispered softly, rubbing those silly circles on her bare back. Something has shifted between them. They haven’t kissed or been intimate since the Fourth of July and Yaz wasn’t sure it was her place to anymore. She didn’t deserve Sam’s love.
“Yaz, I love you. More than anything in this world. Except my old girl Bessie.” Yaz chuckled wetly and pulled back to look up at the younger woman. She smiled briefly. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to be like this with you again.”
“Will you at least sleep here? I can’t without you. Knowing you’re so close but so far.” Yaz murmured. Sammy nodded and picked up the rose petals before pulling back the cream-colored blanket. Yaz slipped in first, then Sammy. They held each other close and fell asleep with the soft white Christmas lights twinkling all around them.
xxx
Morning came and they both realized they didn’t eat a thing last night. Luckily, Yaz had put the groceries away so nothing spoiled. Sammy woke first, typical. Her short bob was tangled and everywhere. Yaz had an arm thrown over her waist as she slept soundly for the first time in a week. Sammy didn’t want to disturb her, instead she observed her. The soft morning light filtered in through the sheer windows, illuminating Yaz’s silhouette. She did look ravishing last night, but Sammy isn’t ready. Thankfully, Yaz is a patient, caring woman. She went from a girl with no friends, no social life, to a woman with four other friends, a girlfriend, and a life. She has grown so much and yet…here in this bedroom, she’s still just Yaz, the fifteen-year-old that swooped Sammy right off her feet. She still hasn’t touched the ground. She gingerly removed the appendage from her waist and slipped from the bed. Ranch chores call to her. It was mid-morning when Yaz woke and decided to go out to the field and find Sammy. She put on her boots, jeans and a tank top before going out in the Texas heat. She found Sammy in the barn, cooing at a calf.
“I didn’t realize Bessie had a calf.” Sammy turned and smiled.
“She had one a few weeks ago, before you came. I am a grandma.” Yaz chuckled.
“Hottest grandma around.” She joked. Sammy blushed and turned away to tend to the calf.
“What you did last night…it helped. It was special and romantic and amazing. I’m sorry it didn’t go the way you planned.” Yaz reached out to the crouched figure and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“I am fine. I got to sleep in your arms. Nothing could top that.” Sammy turned her head to look at her, a familiar glint in her eye.
“Nothing except sex.” She teased. It was Yaz’s turn to blush.
“True.” She conceded, “But being near you was enough” She recovered. Sammy stood, her knees muddy from the ground, sweat glistened her brow and Yaz felt the words choke back in her throat.
“I’m close, Yaz. Just keep being here with me.” Yaz gave a soft smile and offered her services to help around the ranch.
“You wanna help me?” Sammy said in disbelief. Yaz nodded.
“I am certified in livestock care. I took the course at school, so I knew how to help when I eventually came home. I didn’t want to be useless.” Sammy’s mouth dropped open. She quickly shut her mouth and nodded. She walked passed Yaz, motioning her to follow.
“I need to unload all this hay. Can you help?”
Yaz and Sammy spent the rest of the morning unloading bales of hay. Her arms ached but it was honest work, and she enjoyed it. Mostly because it didn’t feel like a chore with Sammy by her side. Once noon hit, they took a break and went inside for some lemonade that Sammy made fresh from the lemon tree out front. She looked at her phone buzzing on the counter and picked it up. It was Brooklynn and Kenji facetiming her. She paused and looked at Sammy.
“It’s B and Kenj.” Sammy nodded and sat next to her at the table. She answered. A flurry of excitement from the other end.
“Yaz! We are headed to the Ranch from Colorado to visit Sammy. Will you- Yaz, where are you?” Brooklynn gasped and squealed. “You’re with Sammy! Oh yay! We get to see you too. Wait, have you made up to your girlfriend yet?” Sammy popped into frame.
“Yes, she is trying her darndest.” Sammy teased before pecking Yaz on the cheek. Yaz smiled.
“O-kayyyy we should leave them be. We will be there by tomorrow night. You know how it is. Bye guys!” Kenji exclaimed, snatching the phone from B and ending the call. Brooklynn and Kenji were coming. She hasn’t seen them in almost year. She nervously picked at the hem of her shirt.
“It’s okay, Yaz. I’m here.” Sammy whispered. She took a long draw from her lemonade and stood.
“Okay, the rest I can finish. I just have to herd the girls into the bigger pasture, and I’ll be in for a bit.” Yaz nodded and confirmed she did not need help. She cleared the two glasses and placed the pitcher back in to the fridge.
xxx
It was about 1:30. Wait. It was that late? Curious to the whereabouts of her girlfriend, she headed out. Yaz called for Sammy but received no response. She decided to call her, and to her dismay, it went to voicemail. Maybe she can locate her by her ringtone. Sammy always kept her ringer up in case she was needed. She called again and strained to listen. It was close. Sammy should have heard her calling her name. She followed the sound to the barn. At the entrance, two boot clad feet stuck out. Yaz rounded the corner and found Sammy lying face down on the ground unconscious. She must have bumped her head because there was a puddle of blood by her head. Yaz screamed for help before coming to her senses and calling an ambulance. She grit her teeth and waited until she heard the sirens, holding pressure to the wound with her tank top. She didn't care about the state of her undress when the paramedics arrived.
“In here, the barn!” she screamed. Soon the sound of running and gear jingling came to her senses. She was pushed back by a female paramedic.
“I need to stay with her!” She cried out, grasping at Sammy as she was lifted to a gurney and wheeled away. “I-I am her wife, let me go!” She screamed. The parametric let her go. She ran her fastest to the back of the truck and jumped in. The other paramedic, a man, gave her a gray wool blanket to cover herself up. She held Sammy’s hand, crying, begging her to wake up. She stroked her hand and didn’t let go. When they arrived at the hospital in San Antonio, she still didn’t let go until she was wheeled back to the OR. A cranial hematoma. It had to be evacuated for her to regain consciousness. Yaz stood in the hallway outside the OR until a nurse put an arm around her shoulders and lead her to a private room. She was given a teal scrub shirt and sat down.
“Miss…”
“Yasmina.” she answered softly.
“Yasmina, your wife is in recovery, you can see her when we get her to her room. She will be groggy and tired. She will need to stay for observation for at least a few days. We will show you how to take care of the incision site and when she goes home, she will need to rest for a while. Can you do this?” The doctor explained clinically, but gently. She turned to the woman and nodded wordlessly.
“She’s alive?” The doctor nodded. “Thank you.” Yaz allowed the doctor to walk her to the room Sammy will be in.
` “You should know, you saved her life. Without your shirt stenting the blood flow, in thirty more minutes she could have bled out.” In all that chaos, Yaz didn’t notice her blood-soaked pants or her hands stained with Sammy’s blood. She must have looked horrific to others.
“Can I get some pants?” she asked. The doctor looked down at her bloody jeans and nodded.
Once Yaz was settled and cleaned up a bit, Sammy was transported to her room. She was asleep, but they extubated her in recovery, so she didn’t get to see that. Her head was completely wrapped with a extra bandages on the side of her head. Where Yaz held her now soiled shirt. Her personal effects were stored in a clear hospital bag and sitting in a chair across the room.
Yaz realized that Brooklynn and Kenji were still on their way down from Colorado. She quickly facetimed them. She looked at her own image. She looks as bad as she feels. Then Brooklynn’s face popped up, smiling.
“Hey Yaz, what is- Hey, hey what is wrong?” she asked, noting Yaz’s shift in demeanor.
“Sammy was hurt; she was in surgery. We are at a hospital in San Antonio.” She croaked. Brooklynn and Kenji shared a look and nodded, asking for the address and rerouting their path.
Yaz was asleep when they arrived, but she was more surprised to see Darius and Ben too. The camp fam was back together, under terrible circumstances, but they show up for each other. They have to. They are all each other have. Sammy was still asleep and once their friends came in, the doctor stepped inside. She had a bemused smile on her face.
“Looks like a full house. Mrs. Gutierrez, your wife is recovering well. Based on her vitals, she should wake up any minute. If you need us, or if she wakes up, page a nurse with the call button and they will contact me. You did good, getting her help when she needed it.” Once the doctor left, Darius cleared his throat.
“Did you two get married?” Yaz blushed, realizing she didn’t correct the doctor. Well, it’s too late now.
“No, the paramedic assumed I was a ranch hand and wouldn’t let me go with her. I had to tell them I was her wife to get ANY privileges. Her parents were called, I asked, but they haven’t shown up.”
“Mrs. Gutierrez fits you, Yaz.” Came weakly from the bed. Yaz spun around and immediately was at Sammy’s side. She pressed the call button to let them know she woke up.
xxx
Once they settled back home, on the first floor, because Sammy couldn’t climb steps yet, Yaz got to work on the ranch. She knew what needed to be done and how to do it. The Camp Fam will keep Sammy company. Ben came running out of the back to help Yaz.
“Hey Fadoula, where do you want me to put the hay?” Yaz showed him where the bales went and went to herd the animals to the big pasture. Once they were safely behind a fence and the fence was shut, she returned to the barn to collect Ben. They made their way inside, joking. Yaz gently punched him in the shoulder and went inside first. Sammy was sitting on the couch with Kenji in the armchair and Darius and Brooklynn playing Monopoly on the floor.
Sammy patted the seat next to her and Yaz sat down gently, as to not jostle her.
“I love you, Yasmina.” She whispered in her ear, “I think I’ll be ready when I am cleared.” Yaz’s eyes widened before a bashful blush dusted her cheeks.
“Aw yuck! I did not need to witness you two talking like that in front of me.” Kenji exclaimed in mock disgust. Brooklynn kicked his chair, causing the armchair to recline, sending Kenji backwards with a surprised yelp. The group descended into laughter, which made Sammy wince. Yaz placed a comforting arm around her shoulders and stroked the skin she found between the collar of her shirt and her neck.
The Camp Fam stayed together until Sammy was well into her recovery and had been cleared by the doctor to resume normal activities, but nothing too strenuous. Yaz kept the ranch running with the help of her friends while Sammy rested.
“Thanks for staying, guys.” Yaz said, arm wrapped around Sammy’s waist. Sammy had hers drapped over Yaz’s shoulders.
“Hey, it takes a village.” Ben said simply. “Even if we are all adults.” Sammy giggled and placed a hand on his chest.
“Well put, Pincus.” Brooklynn complimented, “No longer that dorky little kid anymore, huh?” She teased, flipping her purple hair over her shoulder. Ben chuckled and pulled Yaz and Sammy into a tight embrace.
“Not so long next time?” He whispered in Yaz’s ear.
“Never.” She whispered back. He pulled back and they each took their turns hugging the couple. Sammy made them pose for a mental picture and an actual selfie on her phone. It was fitting, Ben holding the phone high as they looked up at the camera in a circle.
“Camp Fam for life right?” Darius said excitedly.
“No, Real Fam for life.” Sammy amended. All in agreement, they parted ways. Sammy waved while Yaz ran alongside them waving until they turned and left to the highway. She stood at the end of the driveway until the car was nothing but a speck in the distance.
Sammy waited for her at the top of the drive and when Yaz returned, she slung an arm around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze as they stepped onto the porch. It was quieter than normal, just the two of them now. The Fam was separated again, but Yaz knew it was only the beginning.
xxx
“We should have kids.” Yaz blurted out. Sammy froze; her smile dropped just a minute amount. “Not yet, just…in the future. It’s a quiet place. I want it to be filled with love and family. I want our kids to grow up with our friends’ kids. I want everything with you. Marriage, children, grandchildren, hopefully get to meet our great-grandchildren and pass on the same day, because I can’t live without you.” Sammy, threw her arms around Yaz, sending her phone flying across the room and clattering against the wall. She kissed her passionately on the lips. Yaz groaned into the kiss. It’s something she missed deeply.
Something shifted between them and passion turned to desperation. They fumbled with each other’s belts, clumsily climbing the stairs, not daring to separate their lips. Sammy tripped and Yaz caught her.
“Be careful.” She said hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. Carefully and calmly, they opened their bedroom door. Not bothering to shut it, Sammy pushes Yaz backwards onto the bed before ripping her jeans off. Yaz sat up, only to be pushed back by Sammy. She straddled her narrow waist and pulled her shirt off, revealing the three round scars from a BB gun on her belly. Yaz sat up, kissing the scars. Sammy gasped, placing her hands on Yaz’s shoulders to steady herself. Before Sammy could react, Yaz flipped them, kissing and nipping up her body until she kissed her on the lips. She removed her shirt and resumed kissing Sammy. Sammy was trying to shimmy her pants down her legs, Yaz assisted.
They laid side by side, running their hands up and down each other’s sides. They just admired each other’s naked bodies. Finally, Sammy shifted, her strong thigh between Yaz’s legs and pushed up. She planted her palms on either side of Yaz’s head. Yaz gasped and fumbled for grounding when she settled on Sammy’s strong forearms. They kissed and groped as Sammy rocked into her. Yaz was preoccupied with Sammy’s tongue on her neck, she didn’t notice the hand that snaked between them and cupped her. A filthy moan escaped her throat. Two fingers slid inside without much resistance. Yaz was wet and wanting. Not wanting Sammy to feel neglected, she reached her hand up and ran her thumb across Sammy’s engorged clit. Sammy bit down on the older woman’s neck and muffled her moan. She pumped her hand, eliciting an excited moan from the woman under her. She could feel Yaz’s fingers slip into her from below and curl as she fingered her clit. Yaz felt Sammy shudder above her, signaling her impending orgasm. Yaz herself was close, feeling Sammy hover above her, molding her like putty in her hands.
“Yasmina, come with me. Please.” She heard Sammy pleading. She groaned, the bed continued to creak, a wet slapping sound filled the room and that was enough. She tumbled over the edge, Sammy following behind. Sammy collapsed, her fingers still inside of Yaz. Yaz gasped for air, panting as her orgasm slowly washed away.
xxx
Why…did we wait so long?” Sammy panted heavily against Yaz’s shoulder. Yaz chuckled. They slowly untangled themselves and covered up. Yaz sat up, pulled a sheet around herself and went to get two glasses of water from the kitchen. She noted the front door was unlocked and went to lock it when she saw something odd. There was Kenji’s RV in the driveway. She flung open the door and glared at the RV. Kenji’s head popped up in the driver’s seat. He gave a sheepish wave and then the rest of them appeared. Sammy came down in a very short robe to see what was going on. Yaz gasped. She turned towards Sammy and wrapped her quickly in the sheet and shuffled them back inside, slamming and locking the door.
They got dressed and made their way downstairs. The Fam was sitting on the porch. None of them would meet their eyes. Sammy huffed.
“What did you hear?” Darius put a hand on the back of his head and looked at Brooklynn, B shook her head and looked at Ben. Ben pushed Kenji towards the couple.
“Well, um…ahhh…Two things. We heard the beginning b-because your door was open. So, we left to sit outside and realized your window was open… and the second was the big finale. Heh.” Kenji tried to explain delicately. Sammy went to touch him, but he pulled back with a start.
“Did you wash your hands?” Yaz groaned and went back inside. She heard Brooklynn yelling and Sammy huff.
“Yes, we did in fact. Are you kidding me Kenji I swear…”
“We didn’t want to interrupt!” Darius defended. Brooklynn slapped her own forehead and went inside.
“Hey…the reason we came back is because there is a huge plot of land. It’s up the road.” Yaz turned to face Brooklynn, “We all want to chip in and buy it. Turn it into a camp… like a sleep away camp we went to. Live and work at the camp. You would still have your own house here with the ranch, but we’d be up the road.” Brooklynn paused, letting the reality set in.
“We’re The Fam. We should live closer. Kenji and I are expecting and well…we heard you. On the phone. Sammy was on facetime when she suddenly hung up. We should have realized she wasn’t telling you the news.” Brooklynn chuckled.
“This..is fantastic news! I don’t know what to say.” Yaz exclaimed. She was in shock.
“Don’t say anything, we still have to bid on it and hope it’ll be ours, yours too. Maybe the calves and smaller animals can come like once a week to see campers. Just make sure to shut your door. Kenji Jr can’t see that too young.” Yaz blushed and then she realized.
“It’s a boy? Does Kenj know?” Brooklynn shook her head.
“No, you’re the first to know. I mean he knows we are expecting but I haven’t said it’s a boy yet.” Yaz wrapped her arms around B carefully and squealed.
Congratulations, Brooklynn.” They joined the bickering group outside and Yaz knew this wasn’t just the beginning…It was everything.