The Lord is my shepherd

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Smiling, Violet loved seeing Zoe’s face light up like it was doing and it gave her an excited, warm feeling in her belly. “Quite sure,” she replied. “I didn’t know you wanted to. You should have said something earlier. But yes, I do want that now. Right now. If you’re ready also?”

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Gritting her teeth, she tried to control her shaky breath as her skin erupted in goosebumps at the touches. Her hands gripped onto Zoe as she tried to secure herself to the other woman so that she felt safer. It was rare for Violet to feel so vulnerable and open but now, being topless before Zoe made her so but she found that it wasn’t really a bad thing. She found herself pushing her chest towards Zoe’s hands as she searched for more. 

“Very good,” her voice was at a lower pitch with her arousal. “I’m glad you do not mind what age has done to me.”

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“What?” Even through her confusion she can’t help but laugh at the tickles. “What’s going on? What are you doing? Why are you doing that?”

“Hmmm…I don’t know. I think we’ve gotta make things a bit more equal. LAugh to frown ratio and all that.”

“Can’t that simply be done over time and not all at once?”

Placing her hands on Debra’s shoulders, she slowly moves Debra’s hands away and replaces them with her own - smoothing circles over the scar and hoping that Debra will direct her if she needs to do anything else to it.

“I’ve noticed you have quite a few scars,” she states as bluntly as usual but not meaning to. “How did you get them?”

Debra sighed and shook her head. “No. In fact I’d say the physical scars are the least severe.” She bit her lip and let out a small sigh. “It’s not…it’s not a particularly pleasant memory. Thank you though, for…I don’t know, caring.”

“I always care, Debra. Perhaps it doesn’t show but I do. I’m sorry you had to go through all that.” Can’t help thinking about how Debra shouldn’t have been in that position in the first place but realises this is not the time or place and is also trying her best to realise that this is a very different time from the one she grew up in. The rules have changed and it is she that must try to keep up, not keep the others back. 

Her thumbs are now massaging the scar. “How does that feel? Is it helping at all?”

Violet had decided that she really should visit the youngest adult member of her family. Finding the door unlocked, she was about to reprimand Sam for it when she saw the state the younger woman was in. Putting her bag and coat on another chair, she went to stand over her - bending down to look at her more closely.

“Samantha? What in heaven’s name happened? You look like someone died.”

Sam felt as relaxed as she’d been in weeks, almost safe. She could lean against Violet and her eyes actually started to slip closed, curling a little more comfortable against the older woman. 

Opening her eyes to look up at her relative, Sam let go of her belly to give Violet’s hand a soft squeeze. “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t know. I used to think everyone in our family had these fairy tale marriages that survived everything, but… I was so wrong.” Staring down at the table, Sam only barely murmurs the next sentence, “I still love both of them.”

Looking down at Sam, Violet couldn’t help but recognise her former self in the innocent, beaten down young woman in her arms. Although not an identical situation, she had some inkling of what Sam was going through and Violet knew it was a torturous place to be in. 

“What? Why?”

Debra manages to quiet her laugh into a kind smile. “I imagine that must be very strange for you, given your beliefs, but I think sometimes…sometimes we can get so focused on one passage we forget about the others.”

“You’re a Christian, right? Think of Ruth. Her vow to Naomi is held up time and time again as a model of the dedication spouses should have for each other. In fact, the word to describe the way she felt was the same Hebrew word used to describe how Adam felt about Eve. Why would they include that if it was so wrong?“

“I ....” Violet looked at Debra with much confusion. She couldn’t deny that Debra was right about that bible verse but it still clashed completely with what the church had taught her about how she should be.

“What?” Even through her confusion she can’t help but laugh at the tickles. “What’s going on? What are you doing? Why are you doing that?”

“I know, but this is the quickest.”

“Well, you’ve achieved your goal now.” The laughing continued. “You can stop.”