Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown

I got to thinking about what Laika said about making a cluster of loosely related & not-necessarily-sequential drabbles featuring the lovers from All of You ... and kept thinking ... and eventually decided to give it a try.

Anyways, here's the original drabble, with four others related to it. I'm not sure what this would be called ... maybe a drabble series? I like Laika's suggestion of calling it a drabble cycle, but I'm not really sure what that would mean. Whatever you call it, please take a look and let me know what you think of this idea.

{{{warm huggs}}}

Heather Rose :)
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All of You

A sweet, aching buzz rippled through me when I felt Rachel's touch through my blouse and bra.

"Wow, they feel real."

"They are." I lifted her hand from my breast, then kissed her fingers before holding them between my palms. "So are other parts."

Another ripple passed through me as she stroked the back of my hand with a delicate fingertip. "I know, and I don't care."

I could barely breathe as I asked, "Why?"

My heart nearly burst when I saw her eyes glisten with unshed tears as she said, "Because I love you ... all of you."
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Drycleaners

Dark blotches made the handwritten letter on my lap almost unreadable.

"I can't believe it. My own family. ..."

Rachel started to pull me close. As much as I ached for comfort, I couldn't ... not just yet. "Wait a minute. Let me clean my face first."

She gently brushed aside the damp bangs covering my face. "What on earth for?"

"My foundation. It'll ruin your blouse."

She just smiled and pulled me in again until I accepted the comfort of her shoulder. As my tears turned into sobs, she said, "Silly girl, that's what drycleaners are for."
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Goddess Cards

With the full moon shining through the bedroom window gilding her bare skin silver, Rachel was the picture of a goddess as she sat with her legs crossed on the opposite corner of the bed. Slowly, with just the slightest bit of guilt, I made my move.

Rachel stared at the card I had dropped on the pile between us. "You had another draw four?"

"I'm sorry. Honest."

"That's okay." Grinning impishly, she slowly unrolled the silk stocking from her left leg. "But this is the last time I'm playing strip poker against you using uno cards."
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Together

Bubbles danced around our toes as the tide slid back into the ocean. I sighed as I watched a distant child being called away from sandcastle building to a large family gathered on a blanket.

Rachel squeezed my hand. "Some day."

"But how? With the hormones and all. ..."

She stopped and pulled at both of my hands until I was facing her. "Do you trust me?"

I didn't need to think twice. "Absolutely."

"We'll make it happen."

A thousand questions ran through my head. I only asked one. "How?"

Her smile outshone the sun setting behind her. "Together."
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Christmas Chocolate Rings

The fresh pine log snapped and hissed as it caught fire from the dying embers below. I nearly spilled what was left of my lukewarm cocoa on the blanket covering our legs when Rachel grabbed my mug.

"Wait a sec!" There was a metallic clank as Rachel fished something from my drink.

"What's going on?"

"Well, it wouldn't be very romantic if you choked on this."

Something damp and warm slid onto my finger. The hiss of snow blowing against the window and the sound of Bing Crosby crooning were forgotten when she asked, "Will you marry me?"