Slow tunes started playing (“Lovesong” by Adele ).  Marlena took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Emma...what if it’s really over?” She bit her lip and tucked a stray blond lock behind her ear. “I mean, how can that love, just go away…?.”
Emma gritted her teeth, but the words tripped out of her before she could stop them: “I don't think it went away, come on, how can anyone stop loving you?.” she held her glass of wine, taking a sip and placing it on the floor next to Marlena’s hips, then she jammed back her arms under her arms when she saw how much they were shaking.

“Let me ask you something..” Emma glanced at her. She looked contemplative, though her forehead remained smooth. She scooted closer to her in the pool, a movement that made Marlena shivered with sadness and confusion. Her mind was swimming and the alcohol hit her quick and hard, like it always does after a few sips, but that night she had been so grateful just to have a friend, someone to listen to her breaking heart and aching soul.
“What do you want, Marlena? What do you need to be happy again, to feel whole? Why are you staying in a relationship that is clearly not good for you?” she asked, her last question was stepping out of her boundaries, and she knew it. The music stopped then, just as Marlena inhaled a nervous, ragged breath, the sound of it echoing through the now silent yard. Her hands shook horribly in her lap. Emma was so hot with longing for her she thought she might spontaneously combust and burn the whole yard down. But she could not make herself tell her how much she wanted her.
“Marlena?”
“Why are you asking me all these questions?” Marlena’s voice had gone shrill, pleading. Her sweet breath smelled like wine, “Tell me what you mean.”
Emma closed her eyes and opened the floodgates of her mind to a deluge of every Marlena fantasy she’d ever denied herself.

Emma approached her, shuffling each foot under the water as if her legs had petrified. She was a violin string, taut and ready to vibrate with the slightest touch. She reached a tentative hand out to one of the beauty’s pale knees, dragging her fingertips up to her mid-thigh and back down again, stopping at the edge of her skirt. Marlena followed her with her eyes, her mind was screaming with questions, but she couldn't move. Emma willed herself to slide her fingers the small buttons of her pink blouse, slowly unbuttoning them, one by one, she could hear Marlena’s intakes of air and she looked into her eyes, she stood at the pool, placing herself between her warm thighs. Marlena exhaled a breath.
“Shhh.” Emma put a finger on her luscious lips and though Marlena knew she was staring into her eyes, she couldn’t focus on her. Marlena’s eyes darted behind her, to the sides, anywhere but at her.
She slid her hands farther up under her shirt as she came closer to her lips, exploring her mouth with her tongue, amazed at the cinch of her waist, the delicate shape of her ribs, the roundness of her breasts. Marlena groaned when her fingertips skated over the front of her bra. Knowing she had pulled that groan from her sweet lips sent a frisson of excitement rushing through her. Emma kissed her harder, she wanted to make her groan again.

Pulling away, Marlena couldn’t catch her breath. “Marlena, it’s ok...if you can't, then I won't...” , all the chaos in her mind ground to a halt. Marlena felt like has been letting herself go, letting herself fall apart, hoping that she would take control and leave before it was too late. The blonde’s breathing came quicker again, Emma took her hips in her hands and pulled her down to the clear water.
 

And just like that all of Emma’s tension of the last couple of weeks came flooding to the surface, bursting out of her. Then she looked up at her, with eyes filled with lust or was it, love, and suddenly Marlena couldn't move. Emma's eyes roamed her body, taking in her gorgeous figure. 'What is happening...' was all Marlena could think of, but she was paralyzed with shock or was it the wine that made her so quiet and somewhat numbed or maybe it was her past that deprived herself the ability to feel.

 

Emma turned her head to look at her thoroughly. She was staring intently at her,  her eyes hooded and wet with tears, mouth ever so slightly open, and she noticed Marlena was barely breathing. The brunette shifted in water, caressing her fine jawline, bringing her face closer to hers, when her fingertips finally moved from her chin to graze her trembling lips, Emma could feel the little shivering.

 

“Can you feel this?” she asked Her voice was soft and tender.

Her head was pounding, and all Marlena could think about was him, John. The way he used to touch her, so tenderly, the way he used to graze his nose against her cheek and she was lost. She froze.

“Marlena” she spoke again, her big brown eyes trying to find the beauty’s hazel ones.

She got no reply, not a vocal one anyway, all Marlena could do at the time and place was taking a deep breath, a breath that was enough of approval for her to carry on. Something about it was like seeing a person under hypnosis, something both of them has seen a lot at in their line of work. Emma got even closer, closing her eyes.

 

Her heart almost stopped as Emma leaned in and kissed her lips. So soft, so tender, her lips wandered around hers, stopping for a few seconds before diving back into the fullness of her bottom lip, her tongue seeking entrance to her mouth, the blond kept her mouth close still, her mind screaming with the need to understand this, to stop this. To end this?

Her gentle hand cupped Marlena’s chin. “Open your mouth” Emma hissed while kissing her soft lips; sweet, sensual kisses “open your mouth” she whispered against her lips again, ”open your lips, baby.”

She surrendered, feeling Emma’s tongue probing her mouth, searching for the beauty's tongue, finding it and sucking it vigorously. Her body relaxed in a way, her heart was racing while her tongue dueled with hers.
 

All the while, Emma’s other hand caressed Marlena's throat, her collarbone, breaking the kiss, her mouth descended to kissing the skin of her neck as her hand drifted forward. Her fingers started unbuttoning the small buttons at the top of Marlena’s white dress, exposing her full, perfect breasts, lowering the thin strips down her forearms. She was magnificent, just how she imagine seeing her in her dreams time and time again.

Her feathery fingers moved to brush the swell of her breasts, the tightness of the flesh there,  and then, the hardness of her nipple.

“And this? Can you feel this?” She asked again, her soft fingers working on her already hard nipple, twisting with such slowness. Marlena gasped like she was in great need of air, arching her head to the back, exposing her long creamy neck.

 

She heard her question, and her mind was swimming, was it the alcohol in her blood, or was it the need to be touched with love and tenderness, she wasn’t sure, but it took her a moment before she moaned and arched her neck, her lips muttering a soundless “...yes”.

She kissed and tenderly bit her nipples, she gasped, Emma's fingers tangled in the blonde woman's hair, she was so turned on to seeing her saliva on that blond goddess breasts, shining on her pale skin, gleaming on the rosy tips of her nipples, that all she wanted to do was to lay her there at the edge of the pool and take her.

 

She kneaded her breasts, and bathe in the sight of her body – the beauty of it, the sleekness, the tightness of her skin – and she kissed down her neck where she smelled her perfume, right down her beautiful collarbone, play-biting the tops of her exquisite breast. Marlena moaned a growling moan that came from deep within her. This was so good but what was this? Why was she letting this happen?
John, it was always John. Maybe something about that woman’s tenderness reminded her of her lost lover, perhaps she needed to let herself be touched, to make herself feel again.

 

"You are so perfect." She whispered to the flash of her earlobe, her hand still kneading her breasts. Marlena moaned lightly at the touch, bringing her head back to the center. She closed her eyes.

 

This..what was this? What was happening? In her wildest dreams she never dreamt of getting this turned on from a woman’s touch, she was trying to make sense of this.

She couldn’t think.

She couldn’t move.

Her mind was blank, but her body was in control now, and it craved tenderness, love, and for a moment there, she was lost.

This...this was wrong...she opened her eyes, suddenly not feeling Emma’s hands on her.

 

Emma looked at her, straight into her hazel confused eyes, sending her hand to Marlena’s nape, she whispered and pulled her closer, oh so very slowly, “...so perfect...”

Marlena felt her soft lips against hers again, her mind was screamed, but her body was melting.

They stayed like that. Completely still. It took all of Emma’s willpower not to ravage her at once, but she wanted her to want this as much as she did. Marlena parted her lips and released a small moan, and that was Emma’s undoing. She slowly moved her lips against hers. Marlena felt as if her body was on fire, electricity running from her scalp all the way down to her toes. It dawned on her that Emma was actually saying something. Speaking words against her lips.

 

"So soft... you're so soft, Marlena... And you taste so... good..." Emma mumbled, whispered, moaned into her mouth.

Their lips locked in a soft kiss, Emma's tongue slid over Marlena's bottom lip asking for entrance once more. Marlena opened her mouth, and they both moaned softly as their tongues came into contact. The kiss got deeper, and Emma's hands went up to tangle in Marlena’s golden hair. When the need for air becoming an issue, Emma pulled back, leaving Marlena gasping.

 

“You are beautiful” she panted and placed her forehead against Marlena’s, staring into her eyes, “and you deserve to feel again..you deserve to feel whole again...are you ok?”
Sending her delicate hands to rub over her hard pink nipples, so sensually, so tauntingly, that Marlena closed her eyes, her lips mumbled something, she wasn't sure herself what she was saying. She bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. The brunette’s lips moved to kiss her neck once again, finding that special spot behind her ear that usually causes her to cry out so loud, but now, now she couldn’t, now she couldn’t let go. Letting go would mean she was letting it happen, that it wasn't just a dream.

 

“It’s ok..” she whispered in her ear, sensing the tension in her muscles underneath her lips, “...it’s ok baby...let go” and her tongue trailed her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She heard her panting, and she had to pull all her stops not to push her onto the poolside and tightly squeeze her hot body to hers.

 

Under the water Emma reached a searching hand out to one of her thighs, dragging her fingertips down to her ass and back up again, stopping at the edge of her dress. Looking down into the water, Marlena followed her with her eyes, her mind was racing with questions, but she couldn't move.

She traced her fingers along the front of Marlena's thigh and brought her hand to rest in between her legs, and she was sure she would faint from the thought of her going further, fulfilling her fantasies. Marlena moaned and Emma took her mouth with hers, feeling how the brunette's lips curve into a smile in response. God, she was intoxicating, what was all Emma could think of.

 

Her hand inched slowly upward, coaxing another helpless moan from her, and when she reached the apex of her thighs, just shy of touching her where she really wanted to, she paused. “you ok, baby?” In that gravelly voice again.

Marlena whimpered and closed her eyes, it sounded like consent to Emma, “good girl” a smile spread on her face.

What was this spell that she was clearly under? She needed John, she wanted John, but was this man at her penthouse really John?

She needed to make a decision, and she needed to make it now. Suddenly, Emma laid her hand flat between her legs, palmed her in a motionless tease. Emma pressed her lips against Marlena's, but Marlena's lips went still against her mouth while she waited to see what she would do next, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of her soft hand against her bare skin.

 

Finally, she let her have it.
With her mouth still pressed against hers, she circled her fingers around her clit, then dragged her flexible fingers along her center, circling and stroking until her breath poured out of her in a ragged gasp.

"Oh god... Oh, fuck..." Marlena kept groaning over and over, her mind could not believe that this was happening.
She had to make it stop
She had too.
She had too.
She-

“No”

“Marlena?”

“Emma...please...don’t touch me…”

“Marlena?” she tried again as Marlena pushed herself out of her touch, making her way to the ladder in the water. Reaching it, she climbed it quickly, trying to fix up her dress while grabbing her heels, “Marlena.. please… wait” Emma was trying to follow her lead. The spell was broken and she was feeling like shit for coming on on her the way she did.

“Marlena..I’m sorry..” she tried.

Marlena turned, her eyes wild, “I gotta go..” she mumbled and left the yard as fast as she could.

 

******

 

Emma stood from the pool and walked to the oversized lounge chair, laying down. She leaned back closing her eyes. ‘Damn Emma, you blew it’, she thought, ‘why did you let your feeling for her take over?. She came here for help and you come on to her..’. Leaning back she berates herself for the selfish way she behaved, she just couldn’t help herself. Marlena was so vulnerable and so beautiful, she just wanted to take all that pain away from her, instead, she sent her fleeing from the yard more upset than before. Emma sat up to go inside, maybe she should try and call her and apologize, she thought. As her feet hit the ground, she looked up and saw a beautiful angel standing before her. The angel was wet, water was dripping from her white, almost sheer dress, she was holding her shoes in one hand, her face and hair seemed to glow in the moonlight.

“Marlena,” she said, “what are you doing back here?”

Marlena didn’t say a word she just looked wide-eyed at Emma.

 

She seemed lost like she didn’t know what to do or say.

 

Emma held her hand out looking deep into her eyes. Marlena placed her hand in Emma’s and slowly moved forward, sitting beside her on the lounge chair.

She turned her face toward Emma. “I’m.. I…. I don’t….” Marlena’s voice trails off as her head fell forward.

Emma’s hand slid up Marlena’s arm, over her shoulder and to her long creamy neck, turning her face toward her own. “Shhhh you don’t need to explain, I know what you’re feeling, you need to feel loved and safe, I can help you with that...”

 

She pulled Marlena close and initiated a devastatingly slow, gentle kiss. Marlena had never experienced anything like the way that Emma kissed her, her lips were softly and methodically caressing Marlena's, and the woman moaned at the incredible sensations. Tongues soon joined the slow exploration, and brunette took her time, never wanting to end this tantalizing, amazing journey. Over time, their kisses grew in intensity,  Emma pushed Marlena onto her back and slid her body closer as she attacked Marlena's mouth with her own. Desperate for even more closeness, Emma slid a leg in between Marlena's thighs and heard the woman gasp at the pressure she had been so desperately craving. Emma wanted to rip the dress off of Marlena's body and kiss every inch of that gorgeous skin, using her hands and mouth to bring Marlena to heights of pleasure that the woman had never even imagined. But in some small corner of her mind, she knew that wasn't a good idea. "Damn it, Marlena, you make me lose control of myself," she murmured weakly.

 

Marlena gradually became aware of a hand running across the skin of her abdomen, tracing lazy circles and following the contours of her stomach muscles. At first, the motion was soothing, but when she realized that it was Emma's hand caressing her skin, it took on a distinctly different feel. Marlena noticed her heartbeat speeding up, and her skin was slightly flushed.
Without opening her eyes, Emma pulled Marlena closer until their lips met in a soft, languid kiss. She sighed lustfully and deepened the kiss as she wrapped one arm behind Marlena’s neck and the other around her back. As the blonde lady moaned, she slid a tongue between newly-parted lips, and gently worked her way into her mouth, delighting in running her tongue along her teeth and exploring every inch of her soft lips.

Emma's hand slid upward from Marlena's stomach to her chest, lowering her dress, and Marlena gasped as the hand grazed her breast. "Please," she whispered and arched her back into Emma's touch. Emma began to run her fingers lightly up and down Marlena's chest, caressing the smooth skin and round curves.

These sensations were new for Marlena. Although she'd had many sexual encounters, it had been a long time since any of them felt even remotely like this. Emma’s touch was gentle and unhurried as if she was cherishing every inch of Marlena’s body. She hadn't known that anything could feel like this. Thinking that the release was what she'd needed – but in fact, she'd been looking for this closeness. The combination of love and desire that Emma’s movements communicated ignited a fire within her.

 

As Emma slowly pulled the dress down her body and lowered her mouth to kiss her collarbone, the blonde woman stopped thinking entirely.

 

“Lay back...” She guided the beautiful woman down on the comfy outdoor furniture. They wrapped their arms around each other and shared a hot, messy kiss that picked up right where they had left off. Emma deepened the kiss by looping her arms around Marlena's neck and yanking her head even closer.

 

Marlena moaned at the feel of soft lips and a forceful tongue,” I’ve waited for so long..” she murmured when Marlena broke the kiss, desperately needing air, “...to be with you like this... I never thought the day would come..” Emma ran her hands up and down the woman's sides, rubbing them lightly on her bare breasts before they descended again to her waist, bringing her closer to her still covered body. She softly caressed her sides and stomach before ghosting her hands over Marlena's soft breasts. She continued to lightly trace her naked body until the woman was desperately arching toward her hands in search of something more.

“Oh, baby...oh yes...I know...I know..” Emma moaned as she continued to tease her mercilessly, hovering lightly over sensitive areas but never providing the pressure that Marlena craved.
She was incredibly, desperately turned on, and she wanted this woman more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.

 

Emma gripped Marlena's face, still kissing her passionately, and shoved her backward until Marlena was braced against the outdoor sofa. "Were you ever touched..by a woman before.." she asked, already knowing the answer. Marlena nodded her head as ‘no’.
"That needs to change." She dragged fingers up and down Marlena's body a few times, caressing her breasts and sides, placing her hands on Marlena's shoulders and gently shoving her into the soft sofa. Meanwhile, her mouth slid down to kiss her neck and collarbone. As she worked her way around the sides of Marlena's neck, she felt the woman lean her head back to rest it against the pillow. Emma licked her tongue across Marlena's neck and felt the woman moan in response.

 

Emma began to lower her mouth slightly, working her way down to Marlena's chest. She flicked a tongue over one nipple, and then latched her mouth onto the tantalizing softness, feeling Marlena's breath catch as she felt Emma's talented mouth sucking gently on her breast. Eventually, Emma released that breast and moved to the other, giving it just as much attention as the first.

 

After what seemed to Marlena like an eternity, Emma began to slide her mouth even lower, placing soft kisses and gently running her hands and tongue across Marlena's abdominal muscles and flat stomach. Marlena's eyes were closed and her chest was heaving as she gasped with desire, and when Emma's mouth finally reached her hips, she begged, "Oh...Emma, please..."

Emma smiled wickedly and began to drag her fingernails down her thighs. She kept an agonizingly slow pace, running her hands all the way down Marlena's outer thighs until Marlena was completely writhing in front of her. She paused for a moment, determined to memorize the beautiful sight of her leaning against the soft surface, completely naked, eyes radiating desire and face flushed, and glistening with wetness before Emma had even touched her most sensitive areas. Emma knew that she was soaked as well, just from watching Marlena's responses to her ministrations. God, when Marlena would finally touch her body, the sensation might actually kill her, she thought. It would be so worth it.

 

Starting with her ankles, Emma began to kiss and lick her way up the insides of Marlena's legs. She couldn't wait to taste her, but she knew that she wanted this moment to last as long as possible. As she made her way up Marlena's thighs, she began to taste the wetness that told her just how much Marlena was ready for her. "God, Marlena, I've wanted to taste you for so long." At Marlena's moan, she ran her tongue lightly up and down along her inner thigh, still not quite reaching the spot where they both wanted her to go.

"Emma, I can't…. Please." Marlena couldn't stand it anymore. She needed some contact, right now. It’s been such a long time since she was feeling so desperate for anything.

Ever since John woke up, all he cared about was taking her as he pleased, never wondering what she needed or wanted, she missed her old John, he always knew what to do. She started sitting down on the couch, the need to explain overtook her.

 

"Lay back, baby," Emma said hoarsely. She could barely speak, but their first time wasn't going to be rushed. Marlena scooted eagerly backward onto the sofa, and Emma smiled as she crawled slowly after her. She took a moment to admire Marlena's gorgeous, flawless body, and another moment to kiss Marlena soundly on the mouth, and then slid back down the beauty's body to focus on what they'd both been craving.

 

She spread Marlena's legs apart and finally lowered her mouth to press a light kiss to Marlena's center. "Oh fuck...," Marlena moaned, and Emma smiled, running her tongue down the length of Marlena's slit as she gasped and thrust her hips forward. Emma flicked her clit a couple of times before lowering her mouth and beginning to work her way around with her lips and tongue. She brought her hand in and massaged Marlena's center lightly while slipping her tongue into Marlena's opening. She followed a soft tongue with a finger and felt how Marlena was losing control. She sucked on her clit and pushed two fingers in and out of her, crooking them to hit her G spot. Her lips never leaving her clit,  she entered Marlena and felt the woman's legs beginning to tremble. A few thrusts later, Emma felt Marlena exploding into an orgasm that wracked her whole body, causing her to shake and tremble as the sensations flooded her. Emma continued to move her fingers and work her tongue as Marlena slowly came back to earth, working Marlena's center lightly with fingers and tongue until the trembling had fully subsided.

Eventually, Marlena recovered the use of her voice. "Emma," she murmured, "that ….I can't even…" She shook her head.

Emma smiled happily. Watching Marlena come apart had been the most satisfying sexual experience of her life, and she never thought she'd say that about something that didn't involve her own orgasm. But there was something about reducing the that strong woman to a gasping, trembling woman that made her feel incredibly powerful, and the chance to lavish attention on Marlena's entire body allowed her to express the depths of her feelings in a way that she could handle.

 

 

Suddenly, Emma woken, finding herself lying on the outdoor furniture, face up, it was night time still and she was alone.
“Fuck” she hissed, “...I gotta talk to her..”