"You always told me you'd be nearby," she said.
I thought about saying that to her soon after she lost Mitchell. It was after I held her for a long time and allowed her to cry. It was also what she told me when I returned from the hospital the day Missy passed. It was a few days after that we went together to make the final arrangements for both of our spouses to be buried in the cemetery closest to where we lived. The fact they were not closer on the property was because Mitch already made arrangements. Missy was a year younger than me, so the thought of final arrangements wasn't discussed. I remember telling her those words when we parted that night.
"You said you always had me," she whispered.
I always told her during difficult conversations that I would have her back whatever she decided to do. Mitch was smart to ensure the house we now reside in was paid for. It was always easy to considering we used to be next door neighbors. It was as if our relationship was built on being there for each other. It took time to expand that circle to include Aubrey, Matt, Marcie's family and others through all the drama, crisis and impossible tasks we had done. Still, we had been there for each other.
"You let me grow," she said.
One of the focal points of our relationship was that I acknowledge Marcie as an independent woman first and foremost. I made it a point to never stifle her strength nor to inhibit her desire whatever she desired to do. We spent our time together, but by no means did she lack time for herself. She was able to exercise the way she chose. She was able to spend time with her family and friends as much as she was able. Marcie became a stronger person, even becoming my rock when it was needed the most.
"You taught me so much," she whispered.
"You taught me also, Amor," I responded before our lips touched again.
"You are always my gift, Leo. As much as you treasure me, you are a treasure also," she whispered as she started to raise her body.
I felt my hands side down to her waist as she gave me that seductive smile. I didn't even notice how effortlessly she slid me inside her before she stayed in that position. It was slow, deliberate movements. I had a feeling it was partially to keep me from hurting my leg more and partially because I was letting her have control again. As I edged closer to the end, she looked at me and smiled.
"Fill me, Master," she whispered. "Your goddess desires her tribute."
As I felt my soul become hers, the visions of our past lives started to blend before I felt her lips on mine again. If there is one thing I had learned being with two women who loved me, it was that I was a better man because of them. As I held her against me, I thanked the stars to be that fortunate.
