The front door softly closes behind Javier's back. Adrenaline kept her wide awake despite the unexpected extra work hours but the still silence of her house reminds her that the whole country must be asleep now. She takes her boots off and almost tiptoes to the living room. Thank God Gonzalo showed up with a sandwich at some point so she doesn't have to worry about dinner, for the only thing she yearns for now is grabbing a shower and sinking in her bed next to Flavia. The only thought of holding her under the sheets curls up a corner of her lips, spreads a soft heath through her body. She takes her backpack off and sits it on the table, she's about to go upstairs when she catches something weird, something she didn't notice when she came in absent minded: she didn't turn the lights on but the living room isn't as dark as it is supposed to be. The lamp next to the sofa is on and between pillows and a skimpy blanket Flavia lays asleep. Javiera doesn't need to know much about herself to know that she's smiling. She kneels on the floor and for a little time she just enjoys the tender sight before her eyes: Flavia's head is partially sustained by the armrest, her hands try to do the rest of the job, poorly, Javiera has to admit. Yet the inspector struggles to recall something more precious than this. Too bad she has to wake her up.

She presses a soft kiss to her scarcely ajar lips and like in a fairytale Flavia gently wakes up.

"Despierta princesita" she tenderly giggles and Flavia goes along with her mood.

"Me quedo dormida, perdón" she says with a beaming smile and a sleepy voice.

"No me pedir perdón. Pensé que estabas en la cama"

"Estaba en la cama, pero no sé, creo que no podía quedarme dormida sola" She lets out a little ashamed about the silliness of the statement.

"Bueno, te quedaste dormida por fin, por lo que veo" Javiera jokes and Flavia fakes taking offence, frankly with no much success.

"Eres tan simpatica" she says, playfully pecking the other woman's hand.

"Sì se, por esto caíste a mis pies." She laughs and places a couple of soft kisses on her partner's lips.

"Sin quitar nada del sofá, mi cama es más cómoda.¿Te parece?" She says, pointing at the stairs with a tilt of her head.

A wide smile never leaving her lips, Flavia nods and let's Javiera guide her up to what has now become their room, makes her talk about her day because she knows how much she needs to let things out sometimes and because she likes it, basically, loves knowing about her day, the things she did, she things she enjoyed, she things that made her scared or upset. Flavia loves keeping up with her life, loves being part of it.

Flavia sits on the bed and again Javier's kneels between her thighs.

"Me voy a duchar y te alcanzo ¿Ya?" She says and the other woman nods, fixes herself under the duvet and waits, bites her lips as her mind rapidly settles down to a certain state.

It doesn't take long before Javiera appears on the doorstep in just her bathrobe, takes a few things she needs and disappears again. When she comes out she is wearing her knickers, a loose tank top that doesn't leave much room for the imagination and nothing more. Flavia gulps as she reaches for her side of the bed and lays down next to her. Flavia can't help savouring her curves as they tenderly kiss, can't help her thoughts digging a groove around the same topic.

"¿Tienes que levantarte temprano mañana?" She asks, trying to sound as vague as possible.

"Ay ¡no! He acumulado varias horas extras, esos chiquillos se verán obligados a hacer sin mi por un tiempo mañana." Javiera laughs, already savouring a well earned morning in bed to charge her up.

Flavia isn't famous for her poker face though and the real reason for the question is not so hidden in her eyes.

"¿Porque me preguntas esto?" The inspector seductively asks, fascinated by the woman before her.

"Porque...te estaba esperando" Flavia says and she doesn't believe her own ears. In her whole life she has never been so cheeky, so impulsive. Something about Javiera breaks her borders, makes her feel like a hormonal adolescent. She has enjoyed sex in the past, not always, of course, but she had always accepted it more than asking for it, she had even been subjected to it, at times. She thought it to be more her duty as a woman and as a wife than something she could do for herself, for her own pleasure and this sounds absurd now. Her old self is so distant from who she is today and it's quite terrifying but it's terribly exciting.

Javiera's mouth is rapidly covering hers and Flavia moans. Javiera slows down and builds her thirst, she denies her lips and pushes Flavia to ask for them, she gives her what she wants and takes it back. She loves this level of control, she loves feeling this tension, she loves the way Flavia responds to it. Yes, she likes having the power but seeing how much her woman likes it is what makes her light-headed. Javiera lets her hand slip under the lace hem of Flavia's short, silk nightgown. The competition between the softness of the fabric and the skin it's barely covering drives her wild and the velvet touch of the other woman's kisses definitely takes her out of her mind. She takes Flavia's underwear off and makes her hand run up and down the uninterrupted curve of her hip. Flavia's body is perfect, despite what she thinks, and Javiera wishes she could touch all of it at once, wishes she could feel the tension and the release of every single muscle, wishes she could analyze and catalogue the texture of every inch of her skin.

Flavia's heart is running fast and Javiera tastes it on her neck as she runs her tongue along the throbbing skin. Moans vibrate in her throat and resound in Javiera's core. Flavia is unleashed and she loves having her like this, she knows what she wants and she's not afraid to ask, to lead the game. With one effortlessly fluid movement she's straddling Javiera, her long reddish curls softly falling at the sides of her face, pure fire lighting up her eyes, pouring out her red lips. Javiera sits up, her hands still under her dress, firmly holding her back. Flavia leaves her lover's lips hungry to answer the call of her neck of her muscular shoulders. The inspector's tank top falls on the floor so her naked chest is immediately covered with countless kisses. Javiera resists, refuses to be pushed back down on the bed, she wants to have Flavia and she wants to have her like this. She grabs the hem of her gown and lifts it up to reveal the most breathtaking body she has ever seen. She stops and stares for a second, then lingers a little longer. She runs her fingers along delicate collarbones and shoulders, down velvet soft arms, leaves slim wrists behind and settles down into Flavia's hands. Her fingers' hug is warm and tight and it feels like coming home.

Flavia guides her lover, encourages her to cup her breasts, to stimulate her nipples and when she feels like she can't wait anymore, she guides one of Javiera's hands down her body, between her thighs. The inspector takes her time, builds her lover up, until she feels her fingers being pushed a little more to make them disappear in a welcoming, wet alcove. She stays still for a little, lets Flavia's body get used to her. Javiera's eyes go wide when she sees the other woman's hand move, her fingers pressing slow circles against her clit. This side of Flavia enchants her, discovering her this shameless and self confident is like a dream come true. With no second thought Javiera's fingers follow the pace her lover decreed and watches a distended smile brightening up her face. Soon Javiera's movements are enough to give her what she wants so Flavia pulls her own hand back and sends it on a trip around Javiera's body, from her hips to her waist, from her back to her shoulders, from her nape to her forehead. She caresses her silky curls and looks at her, at her brows and at her lashes, at her nose and at her cheekbones, at her chin and at her ears. She cups her face, tenderly, like holding the most precious treasure of all. She plays with the lips she's kissing, she tastes them with her tongue, her fingers, her teeth. She smiles and she feels like she won't ever stop smiling, softly held in Javiera's hand. She could die a million times a day in those eyes, sure that they will bring her back to life each time.

Flavia closes her eyes and sinks in the feeling of her lover underneath her, inside of her, gives herself to her scent, to the overwhelming warmth of her skin, to the firmness of her body. Heaven smells like this, like Javiera's neck, like Javiera's hair. Heaven caresses Flavia's face and holds her hand, kisses her lips and her cheeks. Flavia's hips build a slow pace, each thrust resounding with open-mouth moans and gasps, each thrust hitting deeper, stronger, right where she needs it. Javiera uses her free hand to caress the other woman's thigh, the curve of her glute, as for encouraging its rhythmic contraction and relaxing, as for savouring it's hunger. The inspector's fingers bite the unbearably soft flesh of Flavia's hips, run along her spine, settle down on her waist, right between flinching ribs and rocking hips. In the dim light Flavia rises like the moon rises, wild and regal, untameable she burns like a silver flame that can never consume itself, that can never be extinguished. Nails and teeth mark their kingdom, red drawings are scattered all around with the purpose of launching a quest in the morning to kiss them away.

Wet, hot, blue, red.

Flavia's tongue knows her way on Javiera's lips, in Javiera's mouth, her muscles sore, about to give in, contracted in one last effort. Her arms and shoulders tighten the grip, pull closer, lift her up and it's messy and it's perfect. It's a tangle of limbs, it's a litany of incoherent cries, it's that now that she's having it all Flavia can't get enough. Wet kisses separate from her lips, draw her jawline, savour her neck, her collarbones, match the pace of her pounding heart and Flavia has never known her own body this much, not until Javiera taught her. One last step and Flavia passes the border, collapses on Javiera's shoulders. She clings to her as to shelter her, as to take refuge in her, in the smell that is so unmistakably her, in the nest of her ebony curls. Javiera's breath caresses Flavia's chest as the older woman kisses everything she can reach without pulling back. A second arm joins the first around Flavia's waist and for a brief eternity they just breathe each other in.

Flavia had never thought sex could be like this, perhaps because she had never known love, had never thought a love like this could really exist. She had always considered it a figment of some dreamer's poetic fantasy and nothing more, but she was wrong. In her whole life she had never had something so real, so vivid, so pure. In her whole life she had never felt this safe, complete, free, awake, alive. She holds Javiera tighter in her arms, wishes to never let go. She had cried so many times, she had grown used to her tears, to the winter rain. She had never hoped to see the sun and it's silly but she had never thought that rain could fall in spring. In the warm breeze that carries a promise of summer, each falling drop makes a new flower blossom, each petal paints a corner of the world in transparent tints, veil on veil, in a game of shades and glares that enthrals Flavia and makes her lungs contract in sobs.

"¿Mi amor?" Javiera says concerned and Flavia doesn't allow her to pull back, not yet. Javiera holds her body as it rapidly cools down in the night's air and Flavia dives deeper in her, buries her nose in her soft curls. Flavia kisses her way up Javiera's neck, her cheeks, her lids, brushes the tip of their noses together, a soft peck on the other woman's lips and her wet lashes flutter open.

It's dark but somewhere there always seems to be a light ready to illuminate Flavia's face. Her eyes are reddened, shiny lines mark the path of just fallen tears but there's no sorrow in the portrait that Javiera is facing. There's something she had never seen before, there's something she has seen a million times. They linger in silence, in the religious adoration of each other's veins, wrinkles and freckles, Javiera brushes a reddish lock behind Flavia's ear and speaks: “Flavia¿Que pasa?”

Flavia looks away, shakes her head to dismiss the topic, to stop her tears. She takes a deep breath and knows she failed.

“Mi amor, Estás llorando”

Flavia doesn’t know what to say, she has never felt this naked and she expected it to be weird, uncomfortable at least, but it’s not. She has never felt this naked but she has never felt this close to anyone else and she loves it.

“Dime que pasa” Javiera tries again.

“Mirame” she says and lightly pushes Flavia’s chin up.

Flavia feels a lump in her throat, she’s not ready to speak, not yet. She shakes her head and a few more tears fall, she dives her fingers in the other woman’s locks and lets her lips speak for her. Javiera listenes, as always, responds in the fulfilling way that only she knows, opens herself to the language of Flavia’s body now lightly pressing her against the mattress, of her hips slowly rocking, of her palms on her breasts, of her fingers inside of her. Javiera gasps in Flavia’s mouth and their lips never part, and their fingers forget about a time when they were not entangled. In the mirror of Flavia's eyes Javiera gets lost and finds herself. Her orgasm breaks forth and Flavia slows down, matches the pace of her throbbing walls until she stops.

"Eres increíble" Flavia says again, since their very first time she has never stopped believing it.

"¿Por esto estabas llorando?" Javiera asks in a raspy whisper, tiptoeing through a slightly ajar door.

Flavia's heart thuds and her face breaks again, she nods:

"Nunca pensé que podría sentir tanto" She says and she is admitting it to herself, aloud. Javiera made her discover so many things in such a short time, made her understand, made her see, made her believe in something better, in somewhere better and she doesn't regret her life before her, before this, but she won't go back, ever again.