For a long time, the women simply looked into each other's eyes. Shanda thoughts turned to the Art History class she had taken a few years back. They had been examining an Italian Renaissance painting and the professor had pointed out that in a close up of the portrait one could see the reflection of a tiny person in the eyes of the subject. He had explained that in the Renaissance, people were often painted with tiny reflections of their lovers in their eyes. "It was believed," he had stated, "that when true lovers looked into each others' eyes, they would see the image of their future children." Now, as she stared deeply into the dewy ivy eyes before her, Shanda wondered if the modern age had lost something by understanding this simple reflection. As she stared into her lover's eyes, she imagined that Reesa was seeing deep into her most secret self. The idea should have been terrifying, but she felt nothing but a deep, enveloping calm. The heat of their joining was banked now, the coals a warming shimmer that was reflected in the fireplace behind them. She felt her eyes flutter and realized that she was on the floor, naked, and was on the verge of sleep. She lifted her eyes back to Reesa's face, saw the soft lips parted by hushed, cat-like snores; she smiled and let the drowsiness overtake her.
The next thing that she was aware of was the chill creeping up her spine. Her front was warm and toasty, but her backside felt as if it was carved out of ice. Shanda opened up her eyes and saw that the fire had gone out completely and Reesa had begun to shiver in her arms.
"Honey," Shanda murmured as she gently shook Reesa's shoulder, "let's move into the bedroom."
"Mumf" Reesa's response wasn't terribly promising.
"Baby, your ass is going to freeze to the fireplace tile."
"Uh huh."
"You're going to be sore all over in the morning, and not in a good way."
"Slpn...lemelone."
Shanda began to laugh. "Well, I didn't want to say anything, but you have ice-sickles hanging from your pussy." Reesa's body began to shake as laughing became more important than sleeping. "And seriously, if your nipples get any harder, someone could lose an eye." She grunted as Reesa's elbow jabbed into her belly. "And if your lips get any bluer, I am going to be accused of necrophilia -- and I am just not that kind of kinky." Shanda jumped up as Reesa swung the couch pillow toward her head and ran into the bedroom door. "You know if you want to catch me you are going to have to get off of your ass, and come and get me." Shanda ducked as the pillow came winging toward her head. She stuck her butt out the door and waggled it toward her lover. She was so busy taunting Reesa that she never heard her creep up closer. She didn't realize what was going on until Reesa took her down with a full body pounce. Shanda landed on her belly and lost her breath -- not from the rough landing, but from laughing so hard. Reesa's fingers seemed to be able to find every ticklish place on her body!
"Stop! Please!" Shanda begged.
"Please, what?" Reesa taunted.
"I give! I give!"
Reesa rolled off of her and got into the bed, pulling the covers up even though she wasn't nearly as cold as she had been a few minutes ago.