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She’d known early on that she didn’t desire a man the way a woman should. However, it became obvious to her that she desired women instead
She remembered feeling a keen desire to be close to the woman, to touch her, feel her lips on hers.
seeing Rachel in her pants gave her an inordinate sense of pride.
Thomas was a woman, living as a man. Rachel could never know the truth and even if she did, would never want to be with Thomas, and certainly not how Thomas would want to be with her.
she was certainly very happy that Rachel was a woman and that their paths had crossed, even if that happiness ended up being bittersweet.
Rachel nodded, swallowing a lump in her throat, not for the first time wondering what it would be like if her life was different and she’d grown up with Thomas instead of Roy. If it had been Thomas courting her, not Roy. If she was Thomas’ wife, not Roy’s.
she was long past feeling shame about her body’s reaction. And react it did.
Rachel was as pretty as a princess, but she certainly didn’t act like one. It was one of the many things that drew Thomas to her. She wasn’t afraid of hard work.
“Thomas, you’re too good a man because you are a woman.”
Oh my, how wide I smiled at this
he convinced Thomas she wasn’t certifiably insane, just very much in love.
It’s what she had in mind when she opened her mouth and told Rachel she could be her husband, like she’d gone and forgotten she lacked the necessary equipment to actually fulfill that role.
LOL
The way she felt for Rachel was so pure, so genuine, she was afraid she’d reveal her true self through some sort of act or observation that was so unmanly, Rachel would find her out before she had a chance to tell her.
“Thomas and I… well, we’re married,” Rachel finally said. “I was no fan of Roy, but how long has he been in the ground? Three months?” Charlotte asked.
I love Charlotte, she did add some comedy to the story :)
are you hurting anyone if you share a deep, loving connection with someone who will treat you how you deserve to be treated?”
It comforted her but simultaneously awakened a sensation of longing in her she hadn’t experienced before. It felt emotional but also physical and her body would not settle.
suddenly, or so gradually Rachel didn’t notice it until she did, she felt that spark, that physical desire she’d felt for Thomas again, but this time it was most definitely for Thomasina.
A man who hadn’t turned out to be a man at all, and it forced Rachel to question everything she’d thought about love, physical desire, and what might be worth risking to live the life she wanted. To be with who she wanted.
Society, her sister, even the law, could be damned, for she was going to follow her heart and see where it led.
The wounds will heal; the scars will fade, but seeing them will always, always remind me how hard you fought to protect us and how hard you fought to survive, for us,”
“You are beautiful, Thomas Miller, no matter how many scars you have,” she said reverently. “I never thought I’d find another woman attractive, Thomas. But you, you take my breath away, even like this,” Rachel whispered and gently wiped away the tears slipping from Thomas’ eyes, bringing them to her lips.
“Just please tell me you aren’t having George Peterson stuffed as a birthday present,” Rachel deadpanned, making Thomas bark out in laughter as Charlotte touched her chin as if contemplating the idea.
Rachel had never craved physical attention from Roy outside of an occasional kiss or hug, but with Thomas it felt like a building, incessant need.
neither had the first clue what two women would do together, anyway.
“Come up here,” she said, voice raspy. Thomas crawled up her body and came to rest against her side, leg thrown over both of Rachel’s that haven’t had any inclination to come back together yet. “You made me see stars,” Rachel said dreamily as she turned her head to look at Thomas as if she’d hung them and the moon. Thomas just laughed and brought her face in close, rubbing their noses together as she reached her arm across Rachel’s ribcage and pulled her in tight. “I take it you like it then,” Thomas whispered through a smug grin, making Rachel shyly turn away.
If you are a author wanting to describe oral sex, please take notes
“As long as you are Thomasina in our bed, I’m more than okay with that.”
“Go on you two. Have a good time. Don’t get her pregnant,”
Oh these never ending jokes of lesbians getting pregnant each other :)
When they were out like this though, she really did sometimes forget that Thomas was in fact Thomasina. And then she’d do something that reminded her, and it simply set Rachel’s heart on fire.
I need you to know, I wouldn’t change a damn thing about you. About us, this,”
“I didn’t know this want of another person’s touch even existed before you, Thomas. The way you hold me, the way you respond to my touch, to my lips, my fingers,”
Rachel was rewarded with a nice view of her small breasts and outstretched arm showing off her long, sinewy muscles in her chest and shoulder. She couldn’t believe she still felt so wanton after they spent hours making love last night.
“There’s Thomasina—sweet, passionate, and breathtakingly beautiful,” Rachel said, cupping her cheek. “Then there’s Thomas—thoughtful, loving, hardworking, brave, and incredibly handsome,”
