Waters of the World Obey

Monica’s excitement was palpable.  “Anytime you want, honestly.  I know I’m not exactly easy to get ahold of, but if you tell me what days of the week you’d like me here then I can make myself a schedule.”  After all, it wasn’t as if Spencer could call her or even necessarily find her - she slept in a lot of different places, out of necessity.  “I’m sure Jedi can lead me to all sorts of fun places.”  The dog looked up at her when his name was mentioned, but quickly went back to chewing his treat.

“I can see that,” she agreed with a smile.  “Very special.  That’s good!  Everybody deserves some time to just chill.”  Following behind her, Monica’s brow furrowed at the offer of more clothes and the like - but again, she could hardly deny how good it would feel to wear something besides her disintegrating socks and the t-shirt that didn’t even come to her waist.  “Thank you,” she finally responded in a choked voice.  “It means a lot.  You don’t happen to have a razor in there…” she hadn’t shaved her legs in months, and it was a gross feeling.

“We’ll figure out a bit of a schedule for the next two weeks before you leave. It’ll have to be in two week intervals because sometimes things come up and I wouldn’t want to leave you confused if you show up and for some reason Jedi isn’t here.” She said with a soft laugh and a shrug.

She moved to a cupboard and pulled out a completely new shaver, and placed it on the edge of the tub, before turning to Monica wish a kind smile on her face. “Take your time okay? Relax as much as you want. I want you to feel good after this.” The last thing Spencer wanted was for Monica to feel like she needed to rush through the process, because as much as this was to get clean, it was also for her to feel better. And there was a bit difference between those two things. She reached out and squeezed Monica’s wrist gently, before heading out of the bathroom and closing the door behind her. 

Don’t forget I’m in there with you, I know exactly how many good ideas you have, she teased.  Not that it worked that way, and she didn’t get anything Spencer didn’t share willingly, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t joke about it.  I think there are a lot of good options, but I’ll let you figure out what sounds the best to you.

My pleasure, baby.  Monica began to slowly work the shampoo in, taking her time and making the experience as pleasurable as possible.  She loved the feeling of those locks in her fingers - the way they felt so silken and perfect, the way it made Spencer sigh and close her eyes.  The shower was warm and steamy, the moment perfect, and she was happy to live in it for a few moments longer.

Spencer rolled her eyes playfully at the other woman’s words, biting down on her bottom lip. Monica was always so supportive, even with just small things. Mm, sounds good, babe. 

See, I told you how smart you are, Monica grinned.  There were issues around Spencer and food, and Monica at least realized that much.  They had talked about their families, their backgrounds, and sometimes it was enough to put two and two together and it came up with four but there were little things that she didn’t quite have a handle on.  It would come in time, but even with a mental link she would never, never force things like that from Spencer’s mind.

Monica started a bit at the words in her head, blushing deeply as she realized she’d switched into broadcast mode without knowing it.  She didn’t regret it, though, not when it made Spencer look at her the way she was.  I will.  Swapping places with her soulmate, Monica lathered up as Spencer rinsed off.  Ready for me to do your hair?

Every now and then this brain of mine will come up with a good idea. She joked, winking at the woman that she loved. I’m excited to see the menu and see what we can pair with your bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns. 

Monica had the good grace to look contrite - or to try, at least.  Mostly she looked guilty, but there was a smile tugging at her lips all the same.  You make a good point, baby.  When we get back you can figure out what you want to do about that.  It was almost redundant for Monica to say, again, just how in love she was.

Ooh, hashbrowns.  One of the best things about their link was not having to open her mouth to talk when she was, say, rinsing shampoo from her hair.  That sounds really good too.  I might have to flip a coin when I get there.  More than the food, though, more than anything, she just wanted to take Spencer there.  The diner was her place, where she’d consumed more breakfast food than could possibly be healthy, but now she was going to be there with her love.  With my love, she broadcast without realizing.  I’ll be there with my soulmate.

Well, we could always get completely different dishes and then share. Spencer, for a long time, wasn’t one to share food with anyone other than her siblings. There was always that fear that they would go back to not having enough. That she would be once again hungry more often than not. But being with Monica had helped ease some of that worry and Spencer had become open to sharing food with her. Sometimes, Spencer wasn’t even sure that Monica knew how big of a deal that had been.

Mmm, don’t think I missed the way you twisted my words.  Monica growled playfully, nipping at Spencer’s shoulder with a giggle.  That sort of thing just can’t be allowed.  She was so hopelessly, completely in love - fortunately it was with her soulmate, and she knew that their love could withstand anything.

Monica giggled again, nodding.  Fair deal, baby girl.  But I’ll do your hair for you if you want.  I think we can probably keep that PG.  Monica passed Spencer the soap from its holder as well as a fresh washcloth, singing softly as she began to lather up her own dark locks.  I think I’m going to have bacon and eggs.  Maybe some toast.

Spencer gasped at the nip to her shoulder shaking her head slightly. That wasn’t fair at all. You can’t bite me when I’m not allowed to press you up against the wall and return the favor tenfold. She argued, already trying to come up with ways that she would be able to get back at the other. She wasn’t quite sure what she would do, but she could come up with something. Eventually.

Your sweet kisses.  Which are always the best thing I can imagine.  The feeling of Spencer’s lips on hers, their mental connection made physical, never stopped amazing her.  Even as she stood in the warm water, with Spencer only a foot away, she already missed it.  And perhaps that was overly needy of her, but she hardly thought anyone could or should fault her for loving the way that her soulmate made her feel.

I’m glad you could join me.  Monica’s words weren’t teasing, just honest.  Turning to face Spencer, she allowed herself just a moment to hold the blonde tightly and rest her head against her shoulder.  The diner would be there if they took just a moment to express their love.  Want me to soap you up, my love, or is that going to lead to things we can’t finish right now?

Your kisses are definitely the best thing ever. Spencer agreed, heart pounding wildly. She would never know how the universe had chosen her to be this absolutely wonderful woman’s soulmate. But she would be forever grateful for whatever power out there in the universe had decided that this was the perfect match.

That’s all I need to know, Monica promised.  They were both only human, after all, and being soulmates didn’t mean that they wouldn’t say or do things that were wrong.  The important thing was that they’d always work through it.

She’d expected the grumbling but it still made her giggle, and the kiss brought another smile to her face.  Monica shrugged off the blankets, stretching slowly, and padded across the room to the bathroom.  She didn’t wait for her turn at the sink, choosing instead to hop into the shower and stand directly under the warm spray.  That is the second best thing I’ve felt this morning.

Spencer smiled around her toothbrush. And what is at the top of that list? She had a sneaking suspicion, but it never hurt to hear good things. In the years that she had known her, Monica had been so incredibly gentle and kind and loving. There was no one, Spencer knew, that cared about her more than the woman who had just hopped into the shower. Of course, her parents loved her and wanted what was best for her. But the love that she received from Monica was unlike anything else she had experienced in her life time. 

Give it time.  I might be your soulmate, but I’m not flawless.  And when the day comes that I do go the wrong direction, I’ll be waiting on you to pull me back the other way.  Because you’re the smartest person I know.

Monica rolled her eyes playfully, but she didn’t hate the compliment one bit.  And she was glad when Spencer pulled away, because it meant she didn’t have to summon the willpower to do it herself.  I think we’ve got time.  If we can shower together and only shower together, that is.  I promise I’ll make it up to you when we get back.  She didn’t mind just using their connection.  It felt more intimate, more loving, and like something they deserved.

I’ll always be here. Always. Nothing in the world could make her walk away from Monica. No mistake. No frustration. Nothing. 

Thank goodness for that, Monica winked playfully at the blonde.  It had been so hard, and sometimes heartbreaking, to push Spencer away when she’d wanted her so badly.  But when it came down to it they both knew it had been the right decision, and now that there was no longer an obstacle between them they could truly enjoy everything about being soulmates and be part of each other’s lives in every way.  I hope it lives up to the hype.  Last thing I want is to disappoint you.  Which was true in a lot of ways.

Monica hummed in pleasure as Spencer’s hand found her hair, and she knew it was going to take some effort to keep the little gesture from causing them to miss breakfast after all.  I love you too, Spencer Evans.  Have I ever mentioned how beautiful your bedhead is?  Because seriously.  I’m jealous.

You’ve never led me in the wrong direction before. Even when Spencer had been disappointed by things in their relationship, she had always known it was coming from a place of love; though sometimes she had had to remind herself of that. 

Wait, had that actually worked?  Monica was briefly proud of herself, because she really hadn’t been sure if the link was still active while they were sleeping.  That feeling went away though, as she was lost in the simple pleasures of watching Spencer stretch and yawn.  She was beautiful beyond any measure that Monica could express, and in moments like this - with tousled blonde hair, sleepy blue eyes and the way that her upturned lips formed a perfect smile?  Irresistible.

Good morning, baby.  I’m sorry to wake you, but if you slept any longer we were going to miss breakfast.  There was a cute little diner right down the road that made incredible breakfast food, but only until eleven.  And I really want you to try it.  Think I can buy your forgiveness with a kiss?

Spencer smiled and nodded her head. I think it would take much more than waking me up for me to deny you a kiss. Spencer had been mad and frustrated with Monica before, but she loved her way too much for any anger to last for too long. For a long time, their biggest problem had been that Spencer was a minor, but now that simply wasn’t the case anymore. And Spencer found that it made things run a lot more smoothly. Plus, I’m really excited to try this place that you’re excited for.

The whole being able to hear each other’s thoughts concept was pretty damn great, in Monica’s opinion.  But there were gaps in her knowledge, and as she laid next to Spencer on a lazy morning she decided it was the perfect time to test one of them out.  They didn’t share dreams, she knew that, but that didn’t answer the question of whether they could hear each other if one of them was asleep.

Pulling the blankets up tighter around her, she watched Spencer’s calm and even breathing and fell in love with her all over again.  She shut her eyes and tried her best to project a soft voice into her soulmate’s head.  Wake up, my beautiful baby.  Wake up and let me see those eyes.

When Spencer had been young, she had looked forward to the day when she would be able to wake up in her soulmate’s bed. She had been allowed to do that for a while now, but had only recently gotten to wake up in her soulmate’s bed after they had made love. Spencer had been eighteen for a few months and every time she she fell apart under Monica’s hand, or was able to be the one to make Monica fall apart, she felt her connection with Monica deepen in a way that she hadn’t known was possible. 

As silly as it might have sounded to people, Monica loved her chores.  They were an easy way for her to settle into routine, hips bopping to the beat of whatever song she was playing on her iPod as she worked.  Part of what helped her find her subspace was knowing that she was being helpful, and the chores that she was assigned were her way to contribute to making Spencer’s life as easy as humanly possible.  The blonde was the focus of her devotion and submission, and there wasn’t a person on Earth that she would trust with her life and well being the way that she entrusted it to Spencer.  Her collar was a physical symbol of it, but she endeavored to live it every day and show her Dominant how much it meant that she’d chosen to grant her this life and this love.

She didn’t check her watch or know how long the chores took, because that wasn’t the point of it.  Instead she lost herself in them and only rose out of subspace again when the last of them were complete.  Monica bounced back into the living room singing along to the last thing she’d been listening to before she made her way to Spencer once more and knelt at her feet with a grin on her lips and a flush in her cheeks.

As Monica knelt down on the floor before her, Spencer stopped what she had been doing and reached out to let her fingers tangle in Monica’s hair, a soft smile forming on her lips. She loved this girl more than anything and she was so grateful that they were doing their best to move forward after what had happened. Spencer still hated that she hadn’t been there so stop Monica from getting harmed in the first place, but she was grateful that she had managed to stop that person from taking her. She never would have stopped looking for her, but she was so glad that she didn’t have to.

“It was great,” Monica beamed.  “Jedi knew where he wanted to walk, so for the most part I just let him lead me wherever he was going.  And I even managed not to get lost getting back, which is the most impressive part, I think.”  She shrugged her coat off, enjoying the heat in Spencer’s apartment for as long as she could.  “He went to the bathroom a couple of times along the way, sniffed a very exciting fire hydrant, and then I think he started to feel a little worn out - it was a lot of sniffing, after all.”  Happily accepting the treat, Monica held it out toward Jedi.  “Sit?” she offered hesitantly, and the dog didn’t waste a moment doing just that.  “Good boy!” she flipped the treat toward him and watched him snatch it out of the air.  “Such a good boy,” she praised as she petted him a few more times.

Turning to Spencer, Monica couldn’t help but smile brightly.  “Thank you for that.  Mom was never big on pets, so the closest I ever came was a goldfish.  And no offense to goldfish or anything, but they are so boring.”  Hers hadn’t lived long anyway, which Monica was almost sure that Shelby had intended.  “Did you have fun without us?”

Spencer smiled when Monica excitedly told her about the walk that they had been on. It was good that she seemed so happy afterward. And Jedi still seemed pleased with the girl in question which meant that it had gone well for him as well. Spencer was glad that she had seemingly made the right call in offering this to Monica and nodded her head slightly. “I’m very glad that you both had a great time. Hopefully it is the first of many awesome adventures that the two of you will have together. After this, Spencer didn’t see any reason for Monica to not be able to continue walking Jedi. It would give him something to do when Spencer couldn’t be home and it would offer Monica a way to receive some income. 

I’m dubious, Miss Spencer, but I’ll take your word for it, she promised.  Unlike most of her classes she at least wanted to make the effort now, for Spencer’s sake.  It broke her heart that as she sat and watched the fine motions of the blonde’s hands, she couldn’t hear the way the clay squished or the sound of her breathing, but she was so enthralled with the process that it almost stopped hurting for a while.

Spencer didn’t just work the clay; it was more accurate to say that she helped it become what it was meant to.  At one point Monica tapped her hand and signed slowly.  How do you get it to do that?  To have the ear canal thin like that without the rest of it just sort of…collapsing around it?  That was where I lost mine.

You just have to believe in me. It may not be the most impressive ear of all time, but we will still get you making an ear. That you can tell is an ear. Spencer teased gently. There was something about Monica that Spencer was drawn to. Perhaps it was the slight sarcasm that came through or the fact that Monica tried for her, when she knew that Monica was a difficult student for others. It could have been a variety of things, but Spencer knew that she wanted to do what she could to help Monica while she was in her class.