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Josiane opens the door, smiling when she sees Delia and pulling her into a hug. A gentle one, for all it seems she won't let go any time soon.

"Dear Delia. I missed you so."

[she's clinging, not pretending to be gentle. Just clinging with her arms wrapped around Josiane's slender body]

Josie, Josie, oh, I'm so sorry, my love.

She smooths Delia's hair, holding her close, pressing a light kiss to her hair.

"Sshhh, love, it's all right. I knew you'd be back. I love you, my dear, darling Delia. I am glad you're back."

[she laughs, high and shaky]

I'm glad to be back.

She gently guides Delia into the room, sitting her down on the bed and holding her tightly, almost in her lap.

"I did miss you so. But I knew you'd be back."

She kisses Delia's forehead, still smoothing her hair.

[almost bitterly,]

No one else did.

[she's not letting Josie go]

"They don't know you like I do, darling. But they know now. You're clever."

Which is fair enough; Josie isn't letting Delia go either.

Got my way, the gods had to let me go. Made them let me go so I can come back.

Josie kisses her forehead again.

"You see, you're clever. You made it back."

[she shakes her head; not disagreeing, really, but...]

[Delia begins to cry, clinging to Josie and shutting her eyes]

it was dark. cold. they whispered, you know? delia, delia, dealleeuh...and they sang and I wanted to sleep.

"I know. I know, darling."

She pulls Delia into her lap, arms wrapped around her, lightly kissing the tears away.

"I know, my beautiful darling. But you're here now, with us. And we love you. You can sleep here and we will still be here when you wake, I promise."

I'll never have any children [she whispers, and with that she finally breaks down]

[and just begins to cry and cry]

Josie has never had the desire for children, really. She doesn't dislike them, but they're just pretty ornaments, like everyone else outside her circle.

She knows Delia is not like that, though, and she doesn't know what she can say to comfort her. So she holds her, holds her close and strokes her hair and murmurs soft meaningless words.

[what can she say to make it better? Not a lot, when all is said and done.]

[at last, though, the weeping storm is over. She's still not dealing with what she did, not really, but, Delia's starting to, at least]

[sniffing, she wipes her eyes]

I probably look a frightful mess.

No, she can't make it better. Her Delia is hurting and there's nothing she can do to make it better.

"You'll always look lovely to me."

That's...not that comforting, dearest. You love me, your opinion is biased.

[but she gets a sweet kiss for the thought]

"You don't go all blotchy when you cry," Josiane points out. "Blondes do."

This is very true, thank you.

[and, she grins. A little.]

Josiane smiles and kisses her.

[she kisses her back; slowly and sweetly and with a week of being without her after too long already]

Josie shifts Delia on her lap so that they're facing each other, sliding a hand up into her hair.

"I do so love you, my darling Delia..."

[softly]

Yes, I know

[she's resting her weight on her knees and Josie's thighs, framing the other girl's face with her slender hands and kissing her deeply]

As I love you.

She draws Delia closer, breathing in the scent of her hair.

[she tangles her fingers into the edges of Josie's hair, the kiss turning hard for just a moment before going back to slow and sweet]

[stopping to take a breath, she kisses the corner of her mouth, the join of her neck and jaw and then the dip of her collar-bone.]

Josie pulls Delia down onto the bed, sliding one hand up her back underneath her top.

[she can't bite back a small moan at the feel of Josie's long, slim fingers across the bare skin of her back, and kisses her instead]

[moving back, she undoes the buttons on her jeans]

Josie's own clothing is somewhat harder to undo, consisting of the long skirts and tightly-laced bodice worn in Tortall, but she deftly loosens the stays of her bodice, moving her hand around to caress Delia's breasts.

I'll get you out of that thing, [she says softly, moving around to Josie's back and loosening the ribbons with practiced ease, dropping a kiss here and there on her warm skin.]

She smiles, arching her back under Delia's kisses, and shrugs the bodice off once the stays are loose enough, turning to face Delia and kissing her deeply again.

[she winds her arm around Josie's neck, pulling her down to the bed and kissing her back, heatedly.]

Missed you [kiss] so damn [a deeper one] much

"You're here now," a little breathlessly, pressing kisses all over Delia's face, "and we won't let you," a kiss to her collarbone, "be taken away," a kiss to the upper curve of her breasts, "ever again."

Aged fifty-three I go back, oh [her eyes close as she arches her back]

Come with me?

Josie slides her hands down Delia's sides, following the curve of her waist.

"Wherever you lead me."

[her bright-green eyes open, but she just looks at the ceiling]

wherever...[into crime, into sin, into death and beyond...]

[Delia closes her eyes again, clenching the cover of her bed in her hands and lets her head slide back. Ignore that, just live now, under her warm, loving hands]

Better crime and sin, death and beyond, than being locked up as a madwoman eventually.

Better love than emptiness.

She presses light, fleeting kisses over Delia's breasts and torso, down to her stomach.

[one hand tangled into Josie's silky blonde hair, and her breaths are coming quick and shallow.]

Please, Josie...please...I missed...you. Everything. Living.

"You live here with us, my darling, with me and your Indy and we love you. I'll always love you."

Her hands reach the waistband of Delia's jeans, pushing them down over Delia's slender hips and legs, and she kisses the curve of Delia's hip, fingers flitting lower over her inner thighs.

[she laughs before her breath catches]

He won't let me shoot Jonathan.

"Jonathan will get what's coming to him."

She makes her way back up Delia's body, kissing a line from navel to neck, claiming her lips in a deep, slow kiss.

Yes, [is all that she manages to say before Josie's lips catch hers. Making a soft whimper at the back of her throat, Delia hooks one of her legs around Josie's, holding her close]

Josie wraps her arms around Delia, kissing her deeply.

"I love you."

Another kiss.

"We're together, and you will not be alone."

She moves down Delia's body, worshipping the slender girl with lips and hands and words.

"You will not be alone."