Callie meticulously set the dining room table with the best china Erica owned. Callie had moved in with Erica eight months earlier and reveled in their domestic bliss, uncharacteristically caring about ridiculous details such as china patterns, thread counts, the benefits of grinding your own coffee, and the necessity of matching coffee mugs. Notoriously nomadic Callie now gleefully played house and wanted nothing more than to make a home for Erica.
Before kissing Erica goodbye at work that morning, Callie informed Erica they'd have dinner at home. Callie scheduled an early operation to have the afternoon free. After much deliberation, Callie opted to propose at home. She contemplated taking Erica to the most expensive, romantic restaurant in Seattle, or dragging Erica to the top of the Space Needle to scream for all the world to hear that her heart belonged to Erica and always would. Ultimately, Callie decided she didn't want an audience for such a monumental moment, the highlight of her life so far. Proposing at home also meant they could do the inevitable tumbling into bed part immediately post-proposal, avoiding that pesky driving home business that would only delay sexy-time.
While a decent cook, Callie chose to cater dinner from Canto's, the restaurant they went to on their first date. She even ordered what they ordered that night, tilapia for Erica and ravioli for Callie. Callie filled a silver bucket with ice to chill a bottle of champagne. A small bouquet of dark red roses exploded out of a delicate crystal vase in the center of the table.
Callie anxiously checked the time on her cell phone, 7:20pm. Erica would be home any minute. Callie was lighting the candles on the table when she heard the front door open. Callie's heart swelled. Erica was home.
"Callie?" Erica yelled. "Cal?"
Callie heard the clinking of Erica throwing her keys on a table by the front door and Erica's approaching foot steps echoing down the hallway. "In here!" Callie turned just in time to see Erica step into the dining room, Erica blinking rapidly, soaking in the romantic scene.
"What is all this?" Erica curiously observed the lit candles, red roses, champagne, and finally her Callie. Callie stalked toward Erica, sex on legs in a short black dress. Erica lewdly looked Callie up and down, which Callie didn't fail to notice, taking pride in the resulting carnal hue of Erica's busy eyes.
Callie lifted Erica's briefcase and purse from her hands and tilted her head to kiss Erica. "Hi, baby. Let me take those. Give me your coat." Erica shrugged off her trench coat, skeptically slanting her eyes at Callie. Callie disappeared to deposit Erica's belongings in the closet and Erica apprehensively approached the table, trying to put the pieces together. Callie snuck up behind Erica, snaked her arms around Erica's waist, and nuzzled Erica's hair, ravenously sniffing Ericascent.
Erica gripped Callie's arms. "Cal, what is all this? What's the occassion?"
Callie spun Erica around to face her, slipped her arms around Erica, and grabbed two handfuls of Erica's ass. "No occassion. Just you. You're the reason. I just wanted to...have a romantic dinner with you. Sit down. I'll go get dinner." Callie swiftly kissed Erica before almost skipping to the kitchen. Erica watched Callie retreat into the kitchen and shook her head before she sat down. Callie was up to something.
Callie returned with two plates. She placed Erica's plate in front of her. "Oh my God. You made tilapia?" Erica failed to mask her shock.
"No! I ordered it from Canto's. You ordered it on our first date and I ordered ravioli. Remember?" Callie plopped down in her chair opposite Erica and unfolded her napkin on her lap.
"Oh, right! I'm sorry. My most vivid memory from that night is your red dress and my mad scheming to get it off you," Erica seductively hissed before sipping her wine, channeling the devil.
"Well, you were somewhat successful. You got it somewhat off me." Callie smirked at Erica. "I remember everything from that night. You had on that black dress and I couldn't not stare at your sliver of cleavage all night. I don't think I heard a word you said during dinner. Your hair was all curly. You were the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. You glowed that night. I mean, you're always beautiful, but...God. I couldn't take my eyes off you," Callie dreamily gushed.
Erica swallowed her wine and put her glass on the table, attempting to tame her suddenly tremulous hands. She was unaccustomed to unadulterated adoration from anyone. No one had ever looked at her the way Callie did. Callie's honest eyes radiated love. Erica liked herself a whole lot better through Callie's eyes.
The two women casually chatted about their day despite trading lascivious stares and longing glances, pining for each other over the distance of a mere three feet. The pyrotechnics of their combined lust, further ignited by the flaming candles, cast a libidinous halo around the table. Erica stared at Callie refilling Erica's wine glass, Erica's vision tunneling down the front of Callie's dress as Callie stretched her arm over the table to steadily pour the wine. Callie then leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, her chin sitting in her palm, completely riveted by the alluring sex object in the opposite chair. Erica lazily traced the rim of her wine glass, eye-sexing her girlfriend, the buxom centerfold of her filthiest dreams.
"Thank you for dinner. I can't believe you remembered what I ordered and went to all this trouble." Erica waved her hand over the table, overwhelmed by Callie's efforts in staging a perfect romantic dinner. Callie's presence alone could make Burger King, eaten in front of a blaring television, romantic for Erica.
"I just wanted to do something special for you. For us." Callie's hand slid over Erica's hand which rested on the tablecloth. Callie toyed with Erica's elegant fingers.
"Well, thank you." Erica squeezed Callie's hand.
Callie laced her fingers with Erica's, stood up, and walked around the table to Erica's chair. Callie peered down at Erica. "Come with me," Callie quietly commanded, helping push Erica's chair away from the table. Erica of course complied, standing from her chair, invading Callie's space, their bodies softly colliding. "C'mon." Callie turned and trailed Erica behind her, Erica grasping Callie's hand with both of hers.
Callie led Erica through the house to the back porch. Erica's old Victorian house had a huge wraparound porch, dotted with various wicker furniture and their favorite spot, a swinging bench. They relished their lazy afternoons reading on that swing and endless evenings snuggling under a blanket, gazing at stars, pretending to know constellations. They dreamed away countless hours on this porch, picking out names for future children, plotting global adventures, daydreaming their storybook life together. Their swing faced an expansive backyard, now spookily lit by the half moon, its muted yellow light throwing long, gothic shadows on the dewy grass.
Callie opened the squeaky screen door and gallantly held it open for Erica to walk through. She let Erica step on the porch and strategically lagged behind. Callie flipped a switch and held her breathe, waiting for Erica's response. The women were blinded by an incandescent magic. Callie had strung white Christmas lights along the eaves and banisters of the porch, framing the white wood with thousands of twinkling lights. The effect was like sitting on a star.
Erica gasped and her hands flew to her mouth in surprise, a childish gesture conveying her delightful shock. "Oh my God! Callie!" Erica spun around to face Callie. "When did you do this?"
Callie wolfishly stepped towards Erica and stealthily slid her hands over Erica's hips around to the small of her back, pressing their bodies together. "Today. While you were at work."
Erica wrapped her arms around Callie's neck and kissed Callie's smirking mouth. "It's beautiful."
Callie swooned watching Erica's upturned face admiring the glittery lights. Callie marveled at how the lights gleamed off Erica's marble blue eyes, two blue globes now with their own constellation of stars. Callie's girl had stars in her eyes. Callie glided her hands into Erica's hands. "C'mere." Callie tiptoed backwards and led Erica to their swing.
Callie sat on the swing and gently tugged Erica to sit down next to her, detecting a note of trepidation in Erica's movements. Callie enveloped Erica's hand with her own warm hands, Callie's hands now embarrassingly sweaty due to unexpected nerves.
Callie inhaled a lungful of chilled night air and offered Erica an uneasy smile, searching for the courage within herself to follow her heart. Her heart would not allow her to fail in its mission, to find its missing piece in the girl by her side.
"Erica?" Callie unconsciously frantically rubbed her thumb over Erica's knuckles.
"Yeah?" Erica didn't know what was happening and Callie's inexplicable panic alarmed Erica.
Callie ran her fingers through her hair. "God! I had a whole speech written in my head and now looking at you, I can't remember a word of it." Callie shook her head in frustration.
Erica smoothed her hand over Callie's hair and tucked a dark lock of Callie's hair behind her ear. "What? Baby, just say it. What?" Erica sought Callie's eyes and squeezed Callie's knee.
Callie exhaled loudly. "I love you! I love you with all my heart. You're everything to me. You're the love of my life. You are all I ever wanted. No! More! Because I never dreamed that I could love someone like this. I didn't dream that my life could be like this. I didn't even know to dream for you and then you showed up. I don't know what my life was before you. But I know that I don't ever want to live without you. I love you, Erica. I want to make a life with you. I want to have a family. I want to have babies. Or you can have the babies. Whatever! I just want to have babies. With you. I want you. Forever. You are my life. So I was hoping..." Callie turned to the table next to the swing and picked up a small black velvet box and spun back to face Erica, the box sitting in Callie's upturned palm. "Erica, will you be my wife? Will you marry me?"
Erica lifted the box from Callie's palm and glanced at Callie, receiving an encouraging nod. Erica slowly opened the box to reveal a diamond not unlike the stars above them, sparkling atop a thin gold ring.
Erica inhaled audibly. "Callie," Erica whispered, tentatively fingering the diamond, not quite trusting she wasn't dreaming. That any second she wouldn't awaken, this fantasy proposal just a smokey dream.
"Here." Callie removed the box from Erica's hands and extracted the ring from the box. She lifted Erica's hand from her lap and searched Erica's now watery eyes. "Will you marry me?" Callie held the ring in midair, at the tip of Erica's ring finger.
Erica nodded furiously, tears flooding her eyes. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you."
Callie slid the ring the rest of the way up Erica's slender finger, her own eyes blurred by mounting tears. Callie seized Erica's head, tangling her hands into blondness to guide her mouth to Erica's. Erica's hands immediately gravitated to Callie's face, their arms and hands crisscrossing, the women an insatiable mess.
Erica tore her mouth from Callie's. "Callie! I love you! I love you so much!" Erica feverishly attacked Callie's mouth again, her arms clumsily glomming around Callie's head.
Erica came up for air and shoved Callie's face away. "I can't believe you did all this! The ring! The lights! Dinner! God, I love you!" Erica violently kissed Callie again, moaning her love into Callie's mouth.
Callie broke the kiss, ripping her mouth away from Erica's, with much difficulty. "I was going to ask you at our bench at work, but I couldn't chance Stevens or someone walking by. But the thing is, I knew that night. The night I kissed you." Callie fingered Erica's now mussed up yellow curls, awed by the starlight reflected in the flaxen strands.
Erica slid her hand between Callie's thighs, under her dress, her thumb rubbing tiny circles on Callie's mid-thigh. "What did you know?" Erica panted into Callie's mouth.
Callie swallowed, distractedly unable to form words. She spied Erica's lacy black bra and its creamy contents under Erica's deep v-neck shirt from this heavenly angle. "I knew I loved you. That you were the one. You were the girl I'd spend the rest of my life with. This is silly, but I remembered something on my walk over to you that night. You were frantically looking for your keys, all adorable and flustered. Oh! And your hair was falling in your eyes. And you did this thing, you hooked your hair behind your ears and I just...I had never wanted to kiss someone more right then. The smallest gesture and I was smitten. Anyway! When I was walking to you, I happened to look up at the stars. And they shone brighter that night. I've been looking at stars my whole life and suddenly they were brighter. The world was different. The world was new and sparkly. Because you were in it. Because I was walking towards you. So that's why all this." Callie waved her hand in the air, indicating the lights, both celestial and electric.
Erica angled her head and sucked Callie's bottom lip into her mouth, her thumbs caressing Callie's cheeks. Erica kissed Callie the way she deserved to be kissed, worshipfully and sweetly. "I love you," Erica whispered.
"I love you." Callie slipped her tongue into Erica's mouth and brazenly fondled Erica's breasts over her shirt.
Erica broke the feverish kissing, maneuvering her hands between their already undulating bodies to push Callie back several inches. "But, Cal, I wanted to propose to you. I didn't have it all planned yet, but I had looked at rings. Can I still buy you a ring? I wanted to propose to you first! I wanted to ask you to be my wife!" Erica whined, lamenting the chance to sweep Callie off her feet.
Callie's face lit up, her smile pearly even under the canvas of night. Callie privately thanked the benevolent stars that handed her Erica, a girl who would dare argue with Callie about who could propose to who. "How about you marry me and we call it even? Just be my wife."
Erica leaned forward, capturing Callie's mouth. "I promise to be your wife. And your future wife wants to rip your dress off. Right. Now." Erica licked Callie's puffy bottom lip and openly stared down Callie's dress.
Callie giggled and swiftly kissed Erica before leaping off their swing, dragging her future wife to their bed. Callie's heart glowed, having caught and claimed the brightest star in her sky, her Erica.