Passing as Elias - By Kate Bloomfield Page 0,61

upwards, and kissed her mouth with more force than was intended. Merrill did not respond instantly, but kept her lips pursed tightly as Elizabeth tried to force entry into the depths of her mouth. When Elizabeth placed her hand upon Merrill’s waist however, she relaxed, and opened her lips to allow Elizabeth’s tongue inside. They stood beside the window, and kissed forcefully. Merrill put her shaking hands upon Elizabeth’s hips, and Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Merrill. She felt as though she would melt into a puddle at any moment, because Merrill was kissing her for the first time. Not Elias. It felt as though this was the first kiss they have ever shared, and the past few months had never even taken place. At least, it felt this way for Elizabeth.

Merrill broke away and averted her gaze to the floor. Her cheeks were still wet from tears.

‘I am afraid.’ Merrill admitted, ‘This feeling … it is strange … wanting.’

‘That is how you are meant to feel.’ Elizabeth reassured, ‘Stop listening to your brain, Merrill. We could make a go of it, you know? I would make you so happy, if you would let me.’

‘You have not left my head for two weeks.’ Merrill admitted, ‘I thought about all the times we kissed … all the things we did as lovers … and I felt – I felt,’ She paused to take a deep breath, ‘excited, I guess. I kept telling myself that it was wrong, but then a little voice would come into my head and tell me that perhaps I could love you no matter what gender.’

Elizabeth could not help it – she grinned.

‘You make a handsome man, and a beautiful woman.’ Merrill said, ‘I suppose I am lucky to have earned the love of Elias and Elizabeth.’

Merrill placed her fingertips to Elizabeth’s collarbone, and took a deep breath, ‘Did you … bind them?’ She asked, nodding to Elizabeth’s breasts.

‘All the time.’ Elizabeth admitted.

‘Did it hurt?’

‘Sometimes.’

Merrill ran her fingers lower, until she traced the outline of Elizabeth’s bosom. Elizabeth inhaled sharply; her nipples hardened and showed through the thin shirt. Merrill did not fail to notice this, and ran her palm lightly over the protruding nubs. The slowness of Merrill’s movements was almost too painful to bear, but Elizabeth stood there, allowing Merrill to explore her body. Her hand cupped Elizabeth’s breast lightly, lingering for only a moment before journeying onwards towards her navel. She felt the curve of her hips before looking up and meeting Elizabeth’s gaze. This time it was Merrill who reached up to press her lips to Elizabeth’s. She was shaking, and hesitant once more, but Elizabeth slowly coaxed her into a deeper, more passionate kiss. Their tongues met, and Merrill moaned into Elizabeth’s mouth, sending shivers down her spine. It was bliss, being with Merrill.

And then Merrill did something unexpected; she toyed with the waistband of Elizabeth’s trousers before sliding downwards to cup her crotch. Of course, Elizabeth no longer packed socks into her pants, so everything Merrill touched was one hundred percent Elizabeth.

Elizabeth inhaled deeply, and said in a rather strained voice, ‘You do not have to do this, Merrill.’

Merrill smiled, ‘who would have guessed it, Miss? The man of my dreams is a girl.’

They sat upon the lounge, facing one another. She put a hand to Merrill’s waist and kissed her again. Their mouths moved more urgently now, and Elizabeth knew that this moment had been a long time coming. All the months they had spent together had been leading up to this point in time. Finally, Elizabeth could be herself, and love Merrill the way she was meant to, as a woman.

Merrill’s chest rose and fell fast, and Elizabeth could practically hear her heart drumming against her ribcage. She felt Merrill’s hand run through her thick hair, the red curls slipping through her fingers like silk.

‘You have such pretty hair.’ Merrill whispered.

They retired to Elizabeth bedroom; Merrill holding her hand along the way, and they lay upon the sheets and wrapped themselves around each other.

‘How can two girls make love?’ She asked after a while, in a shaking voice after they had been kissing for several minutes, ‘I have never thought about touching another woman. I do not think I would do it right.’

‘It should come naturally, Merrill.’ Elizabeth said, ‘Do you not touch yourself? It is much the same thing, I have found.’

‘What a thing to ask.’ Merrill said with raised eyebrows.

Elizabeth smiled, ‘Well? Do you touch yourself?’

‘Sometimes.’ Merrill