You Know That I Love You
Disclaimer: This story is mine. The characters are mine. No, they do not look like a certain duo that we know and love. They look like me, ordinary folk that live from day to day. This story contains a loving relationship between two women. If this is not your cup of tea or it is illegal where you are, then you have my sympathies.
This is a Valentine’s Day ditty that I wrote last year.
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Phaedra looked at her telephone in disbelief. She had just finished talking with her lover, Kyla, who had basically ordered her to come over to her house and prepare dinner.
“Hey babygirl,” Kyla sexily drawled.
Phaedra felt shivers go up and down her spine. “Hi sexy. What’s up?”
“Gonna be getting off at six tonight. I want you to come over to my place and cook dinner for me. Be there at seven sharp.”
Before Phaedra could respond, she heard Kyla hang up.
That is just fucked up. She knows today is Valentine’s Day. No Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you, kiss my ass, or nothing. Phaedra thought, eyebrows creasing as her anger grew. “Be there at seven sharp,” she said aloud, trying to mimic Kyla’s deep voice.
“Who you talking to?” Kwame, Phaedra’s younger brother, asked her.
Phaedra nearly jumped from her seat. “Shit, boy you scared me.”
He laughed as he walked through the living room into the kitchen to get a beer. He came back and sat next to his big sister. “So, you gonna tell me or not?”
“I just got orders to be at Ky’s place at seven sharp,” she told him, barely able to keep the anger out of her voice.
Kwame laughed again, even louder this time. “You know how Ky is. I don’t know why you trippin’ on it now.”
She turned to her brother and glared at him. “For your information, today is Valentine’s Day. I was hoping that she was gonna take me out for a nice romantic dinner. Some wine, a little dancing; we never do that. Instead, I gotta go over there and cook like I’m her maid. My name ain’t Florence, and she ain’t no Jefferson.”
“Ky ain’t like that and you know it,” he assured her.
“I knew you would take her side. All y’all dogs stick together.” She stood up and smacked his head.
“Ow, what you do that for?” He asked, rubbing his head.
“‘Cause I fucking felt like it,” she growled towering over him, daring him to do something about it.
He looked up at her and smirked. “Don’t be mad and hitting on me ‘cause you sprung. I’m gonna tell mama on your ass.”
This caused her to smile. “Mama’s boy.”
~~~~~~~~~~~
Phaedra stood at the door of her best friend’s apartment. She could hear Vivian Green playing loudly on Deborah’s stereo.
“Hey girl, what’s up?” Deborah greeted her, pulling her into the apartment. She looked at Phaedra and could tell that something was wrong. She picked up the remote and turned the stereo down. “What has Ky done this time?”
Before Phaedra could explain, another one of her friends interrupted her. “I tried to tell you that Ky won’t worth a damn.”
Deborah glared at Kim. Kim was the troublemaker in their little group. She always kept shit going on. “You need to be quiet.”
“Whateva.” Kim snapped, turning her attention back to her magazine.
“It’s nothing. Maybe I am overreacting.” Phaedra sighed.
Deborah took Phaedra’s bags and sat her down on the sofa. “Ok girlfriend, start talking.”
“I don’t think Ky remembers what today is. She wants me to come and cook dinner for her. I want to be romanced. I know Ky ain’t like that, but would it kill her to just try for one night?” Phaedra revealed as tears filled her eyes.
“Phae, I know how you feel. But if you love Ky, you will have to take her as she is, you can’t change her,” Deborah consoled.
“You need to dump that cold bitch,” Kim added her two cents worth. “She ain’t worth all this drama.”
Phaedra arched her eyebrow. “Why, so you can move in on her?”
“What you talkin’ ‘bout?” Kim sputtered.
Oh shit. Deborah groaned. Kim had a tendency to go after other people’s property. She was notorious for ending more than a few relationships. She never thought she would try that with her girls, though.
“You know damn well what I’m talking about. You’ve been badmouthing Ky since day one. I know you want her,” Phaedra hissed.
Kim shifted nervously in her seat. “I don’t want that hard ass bitch. She don’t treat you worth a damn, why would I want her?”
“Because she’s loaded, and she is good to Phae. She gives her anything she wants.” Deborah countered. “You know you want to be up in there.”
“You need to stop trippin’.” Kim stood up and yelled back.
“Stop lying, Kim. I know you want her. Ky told me how you be pushing up on her and shit,” Phaedra revealed as she stood up and took her earrings off.
“Now Phae, it ain’t like that.” Kim back peddled.
“Then what is it?” Deborah chimed in. “You know we don’t flow like that. Phae is my girl, and you won’t be disrespecting her like that. Have you been sweatin’ Terri, too?”
“Don’t worry girl ‘cause when I finish whupping that ass, she won’t try that shit with anybody else’s woman,” Phaedra told her, moving toward Kim.
“Get your girl, Deb,” She said as she backed away from Phaedra and toward the door. “I ain’t gonna fight her over Ky.”
“You need to step.” Deborah told her. “And don’t bother coming back.”
Kim was closer to the door by this time. “Fuck y’all. I don’t need you bitches.” She yelled as she ran out the door.
Phaedra ran behind her as far as the door. “Trifflin’ ass ho.” She yelled before she slammed the door shut.
Deborah shook her head and studied her friend. She could see the anger as it coursed through her. “Why didn’t you tell me that Kim was sweatin’ Ky?”
“I wasn’t worried. Ky wouldn’t give that ho no play.” Phaedra told her. “Besides, she’s your friend, and I didn’t want to get up in that.”
“I thought she was your friend.”
“Hell no.” Phaedra paused. “How did she hook up with us, then?”
“Damned if I know.”
They both started laughing, neither one claiming ownership of their former friend.
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Deborah and Phaedra returned from their shopping trip loaded with bags. When they walked into the apartment, Deborah’s girlfriend, Terri, greeted them. “What’s up, ladies?” She asked as she wrapped Deborah up for a welcome home kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”
While the two lovebirds were kissing and cuddling, Phaedra looked around the apartment. Terri had fixed dinner, set the table with candles, and had a bottle of champagne chilling in the ice bucket. Now that’s what I’m talking about. Terri got it going on. She knows how to wine and dine a woman. I got to go over to Ky’s and cook like I’m her maid and not her lover. That is so fucked up. Phaedra was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Terri talking to her.
“Phae!” Terri yelled.
“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I was asking what you and Ky were gonna be doing tonight.”
Phaedra laughed humorlessly. “Probably nothing.”
“C’mon, Phae. Don’t say that. I’m sure it won’t be like that,” Deborah said.
“Don’t act like you don’t know who we are talking about, Deb.” Phaedra sighed. “Look, I’m gonna get out of here. It’s almost seven, and I need to get to Ky’s so I can make dinner, then do the dishes.” Guess my name is Florence after all.
Deborah looked at her unhappy friend. “Terri, why don’t you call Ky and tell her to come over here? We can all hang out together.”
Terri walked over to the phone, but Phaedra stopped her before she could dial. “No Deb, I won’t intrude on your dinner. Terri went to a lot of trouble to do this for you, and I know she don’t want us to dampen the mood.” Ky should take lessons from this one. You really lucked out girlfriend. She picked up her bags, and Deborah walked her to the door. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Ok.” Deborah said. She gave her a hug and watched her walk toward the elevator. The sad expression on Phaedra’s face broke Deborah’s heart. Ky, you better straighten up girl. You are gonna loose one hell of a woman if you don’t.
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Sadness had turned to anger. Phaedra drove around town intent on being late. I can be a hard ass, too, Ms. Ky. It was almost 8 pm when she pulled up in Kyla’s driveway. She got out of her car, carrying the bag that held Kyla’s gift. Instead of using her key, she rang the doorbell.
Kyla opened the door and looked down at her lover. “You’re late. Where you been, girl?”
Oh no she didn’t. Phaedra glared up at Kyla. “Don’t go there, Ky.” She walked past her and went into the living room.
“Why didn’t you call me and tell me you were gonna be late? I was worried about you,” Kyla demanded as she sat down on the sofa.
Probably more worried about why your dinner isn’t ready. Phaedra was getting pissed all over again. “You know my cell number. If you were so worried, you should have called me.”
“What’s wrong with you, Phae?” Kyla asked.
Phaedra couldn’t believe her ears, looking at Kyla in disbelief. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” she angrily spat as she threw the bag into Kyla’s lap. “I didn’t bother having it wrapped since it wouldn’t make any difference to you anyway.”
Kyla looked inside the bag and pulled the gift out. “Well damn baby. You went all out.” She stood up and put on the full-length leather coat on. “Fits like a glove,” she said as she strutted around in it. Kyla walked over to Phaedra and gave her a kiss. “Thanks,” she said; a big smile was plastered on her face. “So, are we gonna eat tonight or what?” She asked as she took the coat off.
Fury washed over Phaedra as she stormed out of the living room heading toward the kitchen. Kyla followed her, but stopped in front of the dining room. She leaned against the closed sliding doors. “Where you goin’, Phae?” She smirked.
Phaedra spun around on her heels. “I’m gonna fix your dinner, Your Majesty.”
“C’mere, Babygirl.”
“For what? The kitchen is this way.”
“Please, Phae.”
Phaedra folded her arms across her chest as Kyla looked at her with puppy dog eyes. Be strong, girl. Don’t let her get away with being an asshole. Her resolve was crumbling. She looked at her gorgeous lover, taking in her tall muscular frame. Kyla tilted her head, making her dreads fall over her cheek. Phaedra sighed and walked over to where she was standing.
Kyla pulled a remote control from her sweatpants pocket and clicked it. Suddenly, Donnell Jones started singing.
You know that I love you
Girl you’re everything to me
Just let me show you
Just how much you mean to me
Kyla slid the doors to the dining room open. Phaedra was shocked to see the table set; a linen tablecloth covered the table that held fine china and crystal glasses, silverware, the whole nine yards. In one plate lay a dozen long stemmed white roses. She walked into the dining room, her eyes full of tears.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Babygirl.” Kyla’s voice was low and sexy. She walked up behind a speechless Phaedra. “Do you like it?”
Phaedra could only nod. Tears restricted her vocal cords.
Kyla led her to the table. She pulled out her chair and waited for her to be seated. Phaedra got comfortable and picked up the roses and smelled them. I can’t believe I thought she would forget. How in the world did she pull this off? She was drawn from her musings when she spied a black velvet box on the plate that held her flowers. Tears flowed like a river down her cheeks. A shaking hand lifted the box as the other hand placed the roses back on the table.
Kyla took the box from Phaedra’s trembling hand, and got down on one knee in front of her. Phaedra’s body shook from her silent sobs. “Phae, I know that I am not the most romantic woman in the world, but I love you so much it hurts. I think about you all the time.” She opened the box and turned it so Phaedra could see the one-carat marquise cut diamond ring.
Phaedra’s hand went immediately up to her mouth to hold back the gasp. She couldn’t believe her stoic butch was on her knee asking for her hand in marriage.
She took the ring from the case, and placed it on Phaedra’s finger. “Would you, Phaedra Stevens, do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Kyla asked, her voice cracking under the strain.
Phaedra stared and her hand in silence. The candlelight sparkled off the diamond.
“Phae, baby, please say something,” Kyla pleaded, fearful that she was going to be rejected. Too many times you let your baby think she was unappreciated. It’s a wonder she hasn’t laughed in your face. I would die if she left me.
Phaedra looked into her eyes and launched herself into Kyla’s arms, sending her sprawling on her back. She straddled her, showering her with kisses.
Kyla laughed heartily as she caressed her lover’s cheek. “Can I take that as a yes?”
“Oh Kyla,” Phaedra whispered as she kissed the tip of Kyla’s nose. “Yes, baby, yes.”
Kyla sat up with Phaedra still straddling her, thanks to incredibly strong abdominal muscles. Phaedra wrapped her legs around Kyla’s waist. Light brown eyes met tearful dark brown ones. “Phae, I know that I haven’t been the best girlfriend when it comes to being romantic, and that I have taken you for granted. But Babygirl, I promise not to do that shit again. You are my ebony queen, and you will be treated like royalty.” She vowed as she ran her large hands up and down Phaedra’s back.
Phaedra said nothing as she lowered her head to capture Kyla’s lips with her own. The kiss was an affirmation of love and devotion, and then turned into one of unbridled passion.
~~~~~~~~~~~
A naked Phaedra was pressed against Kyla’s bedroom wall, held up by Kyla’s body pressed firmly against her. Phaedra’s legs were wrapped around a muscular waist.
“Ky, please baby,” Phaedra hissed through her excitement.
Kyla rubbed the head of her strap-on dildo against a passion soaked opening. “Tell me, Phae, what do you want your stud to do?”
“I want my stud to fuck me,” she moaned as she moved against the head of what was sure to give her pleasure well into the night. “Yes!” She screamed as Kyla thrust into her.
Kyla sucked first one nipple then the other, as she drove herself into a writhing and moaning Phaedra.
“Sweet Jesus,” she hissed when she felt Kyla’s well developed arm wrap around her waist. “Oh baby, fuck me!” She threw her head back and grasped the wife beater that Kyla wore. Her eyes rolled back in her head as darkness claimed her.
When Phaedra regained consciousness, she was on Kyla’s bed with her legs draped over Kyla’s shoulders. She could feel Kyla’s tongue licking at her swollen clit.
Kyla loved the way Phaedra tasted, sweet and salty at the same time. She could never get enough of her. She flattened her tongue against the swollen bundle of nerves, making Phaedra arch off the bed. Long arms reached up, allowing her hands to cup Phaedra’s large breasts. Her fingers rolled engorged nipples. She could sense that her lover was on the edge, so she stopped her ministrations and crawled up her body. Kyla placed the head at Phaedra’s entrance and slowly entered her. “I love you, Phae.” She whispered as she lowered herself onto her.
The lovemaking was slow, but intense. Phaedra’s eyes were closed, reveling in the feeling of closeness that they shared. A droplet of what she though was sweat hit her cheek. She opened her eyes and saw not only sweat on her lover’s face, but tears. She’s crying? Kyla has never cried while we made love. Oh my god!
Kyla didn’t understand why she was crying, but she knew at that moment that she truly loved Phaedra with all her heart. No one would ever come between them. She pressed her cheek against Phaedra’s.
Phaedra’s hands traveled up and down the muscular back that was arching over her. Her hands went to the firm buttocks, pulling them harder into her.
Kyla drove into her with a force that made the bed shake. She could hear Phaedra screaming her name as her body rocked in her orgasm. Kyla was so close. One more should do it. “Damn, Phae!” She growled as she came.
The only things that could be heard in the bedroom were rapid breathing and rain as it tapped lightly against the window. Phaedra rolled Kyla onto her back, and then straddled her legs. She quickly unbuckled the harness that was around her lover, carelessly tossing it to the floor. She covered Kyla’s body with hers and attacked her mouth. Tongues entwined with reckless abandon as hands roamed. Phaedra kissed her way down her lover’s body, stopping only for a few moments to taste Kyla’s breasts. She continued down her body, finally reaching her goal. She could smell Kyla’s arousal and it was an aphrodisiac, making her clit throb again.
Oh, this is heaven. She thought as she got her first taste, licking the folds that were drenched with her lover’s arousal.
Kyla arched in response to the attention that was being paid to her swollen and very sensitive clit. “Phae!” She hissed.
Her tongue’s unrelenting exploration of Kyla’s womanhood not only drove Kyla mad, but also intensified her need as well. While sucking and nibbling on a soaking fount, Phaedra sought her release against the mattress beneath her.
“Yes, babygirl.” Kyla moaned, tangling her fingers in silky hair. “Just like that.”
Phaedra hummed into her, the vibration adding more stimulation.
“Goddamn, Phae!” Kyla screamed as her orgasm tore through her.
Phaedra’s release came and they both gasped for air. They were both weak and spent. She was finally able to crawl up Kyla’s body, only to collapse on top of her. “Thank you, baby, for making this the best Valentine’s Day I ever had.”
The End
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