Women of the Night: Miescha & Simon

Miescha smiled against his skin, an exhausted pleasure reaching down to the very tips of her limbs, and nuzzled his chest. Her fingers slipped to his hip in a familiar, affectionate grasp and she murmured, "Yes, Simon. I'll marry you, baby."

The voice in Miescha's head didn't whisper any insecurities or bullshit truths -- couldn't. She was happy and safe, for the first time in her life, and in love with a wonderful man, to boot -- and there was nothing to be said against that. San Francisco would be a fun contrast from cold Chicago, and spoiling Simon with more than sex, being free to express her feelings... 'I wouldn't change a damn thing. Not in a million fucking years.'

So many emotions were coursing through Simon's veins: happiness, exhaustion, relief, but most of all, love. He knew he would remember this cherished moment for the rest of his life. Miescha was his. In a few hours, they would depart for a new life, together. No more seeing her only one day a week. No more clock. No more fantasy. Reality is so much better.