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Series: Romulans. Actually OCOC  since this is Pre-Trek.
Codes: f/f  Romulan women
Rating: NC-17 Not very explicit but it does contain f/f material.
Summary: Last year I had posted a story named Awakenings dealing with the Rihannsu Exodus from Vulcan.  It was the first in my Before they were Romulans series. This is a tale of Arrhae and her friend, T'Asal as they re-discover each other on their New World of ch'Rihan.
 

Disclaimer: Well, Trek is owned by Paramount and they gave us the **Romulans**. But these **Rihannsu** are really the intellectual property of Diane Duane. So hail to she who lit the flame!

Many thanks to all who encourage my writing efforts. I had my usual cheerleader peek at this long ago. But no one beta read it..<shrug>..

**Romulans are referred to Rihannsu, Romulas is known as ch'Rihan in the Duane universe.**
 

From the Romantic Romulans Writers' guide:

"The muse who bears your face breathed a word upon my soul. I am transformed once again. I adore thee!"

The greatest risk is not taking one.

With a word...

It had been a hot and busy summer day collecting vegetables from the community garden. Arrhae wiped the grime from her brow then smiled at her companion. T'Asal offered her the canteen. The younger Rihanha woman eagerly accepted it and gulped down a refreshing mouthful.

"It is a good day," T'Asal levelly commented.

Arrhae licked her lips then mirthfully replied, "Yes it is."

In a comfortable silence, the pair gazed out over the gentle scene. Lush green branches swayed in the warm breeze, trickling water from the irrigation brook provided a gentle background to the boisterous laughing children. The waning sun cast her orange glow upon the serene moment. Never before in her entire life had Arrhae imagined an environment such as this: clean and fresh and full of life. The plentiful rainfall and temperate climates were vastly different from their native T'Khasi. But here on ch'Rihan, resources were plentiful and the living easy. A peaceful scene such as this she was still unaccustomed to, even after three cycles upon the new homeworld.

The cold seasons and strange wildlife were the greatest hurtles to perfection, but Arrhae, along with her Lord and their child, had made a comfortable home here among the community. The long decades on board the exodus ships had been wearing on the Declared people's souls. It was only the fellowship of the people that had made the cramped quarters and dangers bearable. To Arrhae's pleasure, the community on their ship had desired to settle together. Though the cool, black soil beneath their feet was still a novel experience, the familiar faces had made it feel immediately like home.

Lady T'Asal and Arrhae were constant and devoted companion. More than merely an amiable friendship, the women shared an affinity for writing and a passion for the realm of the imagination. Frequently their families would share evening meals. Holidays never passed without the other. Their warm friendship sustained the women, though they each had busy families who demanded their time and attentions.

But at one time, their association had been more. Once, in the very beginning, it had been the rosy flame of passion. It had joined them in a maddening love affair that had brought Arrhae to the brink of madness and T'Asal to the depths of despair. To never but always touch had been more than the women could bear. But neither was willing to compromise her honor by abandoning her family. Thus an accord had been reached and the females had decided to let the flames dwindle until both hearts had nearly forgotten the fierce emotions.

Seven years later, tender affection ruled their daily lives. Children, writing and frontier life consumed their attentions. Not often did the women find themselves without the company of their children or a distracting chore; therefore this quiet retreat was a welcome respite. But these children in the field today belonged to other women, younger women.  Arrhae's and T'Asal's offspring were at day camp, and their mates were tending to the defense systems. Though the grand wars of the home world had been left behind, local skirmishes were still practiced. They may be settlers in a New World but the warrior tradition of the hot green-blooded people would never be abanonded.

The mothers were collecting their rowdy children. The day's work was at an end but Arrhae knew her Lord would be late this evening. Her own child needed her less and the woman thought of all the personal activities she could engage in during her private time.

Arrhae watched as T'Asal bent down to collect her basket. As was their habit, borne of a decade of association, they agreed to meet again tomorrow. After a friendly hug, T'Asal turned away from the embrace and absently offered over her shoulder, "Good day, little-one,"
 

In a flash, seven platonic years washed away for Arrhae, in a sudden swell of passion. As her heart blazed brightly, she impulsively hooked her friend's fingers in hers then drew her back to her side.

"What is it?" T'Asal curiously queried.

"It was the word," Arrhae profoundly answered.

T'Asal's expression fell as she understood the look upon her beloved friend's face. A look of hunger, of thirst. Long ago she had been privy to that look during their initial joining so long ago.

As their faces drew closer, the sweet familiar breath of the other provoked old memories. The nearness of the other stoked the fires and both women found themselves yearning for all.  But they were fearful and uncertain, so fragile was the moment.

"If I breathe too hard," T'Asal whispered, "I fear this might just blow away."

The little one silently nodded no.

"Then suffocate me so we will not break this spell."

They gently closed the distance and their fingers lit upon the others'.  It was a kiss of sweetness as nearly identically sized fingers tantalized the other's. For so long each had been accustomed to the larger features of their male counterpart. Their delicious sharings in the long ago, the differences of the experiences had been exhilarating.  For Arrhae, T'Asal was recaptivating her heart. Igniting her heart like she used to so long ago.

"Is this real?" The elder asked in between breaths.

"Believe," the younger gently demanded. "believe in me as you used to."

And they slipped into their unique passion: the touching of lips. At first they were shy, tiny pecks and feather-light lip brushings ruled the kiss. Then the hunger intensified. The pair moaned as they partook of the other's mouth. Tiny tongues slipped into the other's mouth: thin and warm, just the right size for easy exploration.

The little one released her lover's tongue. "Do you want me?" She breathlessly asked full of hope while planting tiny pecks upon her beloved's cheek.

"I want this," was the older woman's simple answer. Her eyes stayed closed as she savored this delicate moment.

"But..." and after a moment of hesitation, the little one amended her heart. "The answer does not matter. I cannot wait any longer. I will take your heart just as you offer it. But, " Arrhae drew a tender finger over her desired one's full lips. "I ask you to be more tender than you were in the past."

"I will try." T'Asal promised with a smile.

The pair stepped back into the forest, searching for a secluded spot. Beneath a grove of trees, the late daylight afforded privacy in her shadows. Low boughs obscured the pathway to the common field and the pair gathered their courage as their passion blazed like the sparkling sunlight.
 

Small fingers entwined as they drew against the other. Full breast pressed together, the familiar feeling both comforting and exciting.

"Forgive me for forgetting." The little one whispered, her fingers trailing down her beloved's face.

"You never forgot."

"Then forgive me for not showing you."

"I never asked you to. There is nothing to forgive. Be silent."

And with that, one began a slow trail of kisses upon the other's throat. Transfixed, the younger leaned against the tree as her friend lavished her flesh with her unspoken passions. For all the words she could not share, she transformed each touch of her lips into a thanksgiving. The little one entwined her fingers into her secret passion's long tendrils, encouraging this feast. Lips rekindled the fires as sleepy hearts were roused.

The passion had been only waiting for a moment and the little one began to renew her vows to this one who had captured her so long ago. Sisters, friends, long ago lovers. The despair of being parted, losing hope in never being mates, they clung to each other in kinship rather than be parted for all times.

"No matter how softly; these passions beat for thee," the little one whispered as she watched her secret passion kiss her swells. Her breath hitched as each longed for kiss struck true to their mark. Indelible marks upon her flesh, her heart, her soul. This one was once again winning her over, binding her heart forever and rekindling her extreme passions. There had been the danger before of losing it all. Their minds, theirs homes, their mates. What had been between them was more than either could bear. And as it waned, neither was brave enough to stoke the fire to blaze, not until now, when it was safe, when no one was around. When no one was looking for them. How does the heart know?

"Butterfly?" was the little one's whispered desire.

And her secret desire smiled and kissed her lover. "Time for that later," as the couple remembered their favorite love position for sharing. One atop the other, each partaking of the others womanhood. The shivering to stereo climax was mind shattering and they would flutter as two living beings made one.

The little one's hands captured the face of her soul mate and looked deep into her eyes. Wordlessly she renewed her vow, her life long commitment to she who is her other half. Then with long slow lazy licks, her tongue tasted the lips she longed to know once again. She reached in with her tongue tip and gently explored the underside of her upper lip. As one, they moaned at the pleasant excursion. Then the little one began her descent down to the breast of her lover.

"I want to know what you like. How to please you. It is my only wish."

"I have forgotten what I like." T'Asal breathlessly replied. "Together we can discover new ways to please?"

"It has been so long since I have longed to please. Let me refresh my memory." With a gentle moan, Arrhae nuzzled her lover's bosom, savoring the fullness of her femininity. "I could do this all day."
 
"I could have you do this all day."

 And the little one continued suckling upon that which gave her life. With the flame rekindled between them, The secret desire urgently demanded a taste of this little one's flesh.

As it had been before, Arrhae's exuberance ran amok and she painfully whimpered, "Oh, my love, how I burn!"
 
"I know.  I can see the flush upon your throat." And the secret desire drew a fingernail down this young skin, setting her trembling and hyperventilating. That fingernail! What delightful memories Arrhae had of that instrument of delight.

With a whimpering cry she blurted out. "I want what my body has missed. I want my body, my flesh, inside yours. "

"As do I," T'Asal calmly countered. Though her tone was smooth, her own face and urgent kisses betrayed her hunger.
 
And the pair retired to the T'Asal's house to mend broken dreams.

They undressed and lay shuddering and naked upon her bed in the potent throes of potential pleasure. It was becoming what it had been before and more. They gave onto the other their woman hood.

The little one had intended on being the pursuer, but a thin nail turned the tables. A feeble Arrhae was disarmed by delight. So taken with the moment, so unabashed in her affection toward her secret desire, her determination wilted as she balanced upon this fingernail of her beloved. With T'Asal's finger embedded deeply inside her core, Arrhae mumbled through hazy ecstasy, "Scratch out my soul."

As she neared her climax, she gently cooed, "Rip the flesh from off my bones." Then her body let go.

Screams filled the room as terse climaxes staccatoed through the Rihanha's mind and body, her back arched in response to her neural overload. Madness overwhelmed her senses and Arrhae endured these narcotic spasms. Her legs parted wide welcoming, inviting her lover to deliver her due. It was an infinite moment of eternity, which stretched out into an instant. As her violent euphoric shudders subsided, Arrhae floated back to ch'Rihan on a smoldering ebb and flow.

T'Asal continued her delightful assault upon this young body. Her finger attempted to draw out every last drop of pleasure from her little one. Arrhae lay still upon the bed, shocked by this potent sharing. "Are you all right?" T'Asal inquired, amazed by her junior's exuberance but concerned by her unresponsiveness.

Licking her lips, Arrhae replied, "I will recover." Her eyes mirrored her mischievous tone,  "Now, to hear you scream my name."

"I do not believe I could top your performance." T'Asal returned the look.

"We can always try." Arrhae found her determination and rolled her body on top of T'Asal's.

"Indeed," the older woman murmured, from beneath the welcome weight.

"I can't live this lie." Arrhae pronounced as she nipped at soft lips. "Once again I will ask you, just as I asked you so very long ago. Will you have me?"

In a heartbeat, T'Asal replied, "I am not willing to see you destroyed." Seeing the disappointment on her lover's face, she quickly annotated. "This is a private matter, between us." Her finger drew over soft lips as she gently uttered, "Let us keep it this way."

With the promise of not letting another seven years go by before allowing their passions to commune once again, the pair shared passion and delight as the sunlight waned through the high window.
 

The End