This story is by Lujira Cooper and was part of our 10th Anniversary Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here.
Kharizma’s three suns flickering from the Amethyst mountain dappled the lovers in purple relief. It had been a hard year. Moore padded to the kitchen to prepare a special anniversary breakfast for her wife. Eggs buttery soft, crisp bacon, croissants, jam and coffee with Carter’s special cinnamon, vanilla, nutmeg, and brown sugar syrup. She made mimosas and tiptoed back to the bedroom and awakened her statuesque baby with kisses.
“Ri, stop nibbling on my ear.”
“I can think of other parts of your luscious body to nibble on but that’s for later now it’s time for breakfast.”
The lovers toasted as they fed each other.
It had been a long road back to the idyllic and Lauren wanted it to last this time. For six months she’d wondered if her husband would return to her whole or remain a baby. Their last year a masterpiece of disaster. The sudden re-emergence of childhood nightmares had nearly destroyed Moore. Having her fully, and she meant, fully functional husband back was nothing short of miraculous. No matter what she would never leave her.
Moore walked to the bedroom window and looked out over her expansive snow-covered yard. She shrieked, “Lauren, come quick.”
“What’s wrong? Did one of our trees fall?” She asked rushing to see what had excited Moore.
Moore pointed. “Look, our son JJ must have slipped in overnight.”
“And didn’t raid our refrigerator?”
“No,” Moore laughingly said. “Wonder if he had help.”
“Probably Karen’s elves.
Lauren shook her mane of red hair and stared at the beautiful ice statues captured in the purplish light of the amethyst mountain. “Wow. It’s beautiful.”
Holding each other they marveled at the exquisite and precise cuts on the design. The three-foot sculptures shimmered in the morning light.
“I’d say this is a marvelous anniversary gift. Too bad it won’t last forever,” Moore said smiling. “He almost makes my gift paltry. Maybe I need to re-think it.”
“Ha. Don’t even think of doing that. Whatever you’ve planned for me will be as marvelous as this. And besides, it will be from you to me.”
Moore nibbled Lauren’s ear. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Let’s finish breakfast I need to get your present.”
“Today? I would have thought you’d have presents hiding in the house and we’d spend the day….”
“Frolicking. We’ll get to that later. I have a special gift to pick up for you,” Moore said knowing her wife’s penchant for jewelry.
Lauren asked. “How long before you’re back?”
“Three no make four hours max.”
“Fine. Don’t order food,” she said. It will give her time to prepare dinner and a show.
Moore kissed her wife goodbye and got into her teal, black and red skycar.
Riding to the Crystal City, she thought about their over sixty-year relationship between Earth and Kharizma. She thought of the last year and how Lauren had put up with her sudden deterioration. Handling a six-foot rambunctious toddler must have been draining. I must make this day special to show how much I appreciate her sacrifice.
The skycar landed sending up a puff of red dust. She hurried to Kai’s Jewels a place for one-of-a-kind creations. Exquisite an understatement. A bell tinkled, as she entered. Moore anxious rushed to the counter.
“Is it ready?”
“Hello, to you too Ri. You’re so impatient.”
“Sorry, it’s important I get this right.”
Kai offered a blend of Kharizma sassafras and peppermint tea to relax Moore. She noted the stress in her gray eyes after she took off her ever-present aviators. “Drink this while I get your gifts. Calm down. She’ll be surprised and….”
“Thanks. I just want to show Lauren how much I love, need, and want her.”
Kai poured into Moore’s hand from a midnight blue velvet pouch a thin necklace with thirteen diamond-shaped sections. Each had one of Kharizma’s seven crystals alternating with a black, teal, or red stone. Moore’s eyes widened and a smile bright as the planet’s suns creased her face. She hugged and thanked Kai who said, “I made earrings at no extra cost. Your wife is my walking billboard.”
Moore hugged and thanked Kai again before rushing off to complete her shopping.
While Moore shopped, Lauren prepared dinner. She thought Kharizman small hens stuffing of sage, mushrooms, and cornbread and wilted red spinach, and smashed yellow potatoes would whet her husband’s appetite. However, she wanted to arouse food for the soul, so she laid out a red/black kimono, fishnet stockings, and red silk lingerie. She danced around the bedroom to Foreigner’s I Want to Know What Is. After the fifth time Karen, Moore’s majordomo barged into the bedroom.
“Are you planning to play that song forever and why?”
“Ri hasn’t allowed herself to make love to me the way she can. I want that. I want the hard, rough sex we had. I miss it.” She dropped on the bed. “Karen, I’m afraid.”
“Do you think she’s capable?”
“Damn straight…I think she’s afraid to let herself go. Tonight, she will.”
Moore entered Pierre’s. She walked around almost in a daze. What do I get for my sex goddess to enjoy? Teddies, crotchless panties, and garter belts vied for her attention. On a hunch, she decided to get some plush bondage cuffs, paddles, and feather teasers.
The saleswoman smiles at the stack including two floor-length silk robes. “Planning something special for your wife.”
If only you knew. “Yes. Hope she agrees to the games.”
Moore next went to a flower shop and ordered two dozen roses of red, purple, and Kharizman blue roses to be delivered with a note: To the woman, I’ve and will love forever. Thank you for making my life an explosion of love. One last stop Pleasure Palace for some toys. She smiled thinking of her plans for the night. Time to get home.
She opened the door to mouth-watering, hunger-inducing aromas. Her stomach growled. Moore found Lauren in a long red kimono dancing around the house to Aretha’s Bridge Over Troubled Water with a rose. She leaped into Moore’s arms and showered her with kisses while nibbling her ear and whispering, “Baby, I love you.” Moore held Lauren tight like a lifeline. Tears seeped from her eyes.
“Lauren, I love you more than I can say.”
“Shush. I know and tonight we’re going to take a ride we haven’t done in a long time. Right now, let’s fuel up. I made your favorites.”
“You two, I’ve plated your food. Go eat then frolic. The girls are at my house,” Karen said.
Lauren perched on Moore’s lap as they ate by candlelight, feeding each other and proclaiming their love. Finished food for the body, Moore began nibbling Lauren’s ears and neck.
With a coquettish laugh, Lauren said, “You can do more than that.”
“Oh, you want to play. I got a black beauty with your name on it.”
Lauren dropped the robe. Moore’s eyes bugged at her wife in fishnets, garters, and a red teddy. She carried her wife to their bedroom. They stroked each other fighting for control. The need great. They loved long into the night as purple-coated light illuminated them. The lovers flew out to the darkness of space; caught the tail of a comet; dropped into a whirlpool and rode the crest of waves crashing onshore. They loved hard and rode a roller coaster of emotions and zigged zagged through the cosmos.
Neither could stop the tremors streaking through their bodies and another ride began. A slow ride up a mountain pass then jumping off into the abyss.
Lauren finally caught her breath. “Damn Ri, you took me to places I haven’t been to in a long time.”
“Happy Anniversary, baby. I wanted you to forget all the pain you’ve been through.”
“I was scared you didn’t love me as you did before….”
Lauren looked away.
“I’ll never stop loving you. I’m back and whole. Don’t worry anymore. I’ll always supply what you need as you give me what I need.”
“Ready for another round?”
“Ri, you’re insatiable.”
“And you’re not? I’ve got to make up for lost time.”
Lauren laughed, “Bring it on. You loving me is the best present I could receive.”
“Then should I return your presents?”
“Don’t you dare but right now I need only your hands and mouth on me. Happy Anniversary.”
Stopping only to gather strength, they cried and laughed together, screaming each other’s name as love rushed through them. Exhausted they lay entwined and drifted off into a sleep only Kharizma could bring: one with no demons chasing.