And maybe we got lost in translation
Maybe I asked for too much

But maybe this thing was a
masterpiece 'til you tore it all up
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

1968

SHE APPEARED IN THE ROOM with the winter snow billowing around her skirt. Most did not pay attention to her beauty, too occupied with their own conversations to pay attention. With her brown locks and her head held high, she waltzed in with an effortless saunter. The clicking of her heels added rhythm to the soft classical music that played onward without pause. Her eyes scanned the room with determination in search of someone and when her eyes met those of Amy March she smiled. So beautiful it was like the stars themselves, decided to rest behind the soft cushion of her lips.

Amy knew Charlotte wasn't beautiful in the classical way, no flowing golden curls or ivory skin; no piercing eyes of green, but in her ordinariness she was stunning. Something radiated from within that rendered her irresistible to both genders. Irresistible to Amy March.

However, before she could make her way over to the Laurence girl she watched as a hand wrapped around her waist and Mr Salvatore carried a drink and offered it towards her.

Her heartbreak in that moment was grief that came in waves, gruelling, stealing appetite and sleep alike. It was a shard in her guts that never left, though perhaps in time the edges would dull. It felt like death just the same as bereavement and in that quiet moment it choked the breath from her body and short circuits her mind.

At the other side of the hall Charlotte Laurence was engaging in deep conversation with Mr Salvatore. His face had the same structure as Charlottes, high cheekbones and symmetrical. He had the same deep brown eyes and tanned skin. He was still slender despite his years, toned and not at all stooped. However, for a particular reason Charlotte could not force herself to feel anything at all towards the man.

"You will have to meet my brother soon, before the wedding." He spoke.

"Charlotte Laurence." She suddenly heard her name being yelled by her brother. However, he was not speaking to her, but rather Amy March.

Seeing the frown and trembling lips of Amy's lips was a warning to Lottie. One that she couldn't ignore.

"Would you pardon me for just a moment?"

"Amy." Charlotte spoke gently, as she followed her into one of the many rooms in the building.

Amy's dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears; her hands clenched into shaking fists. "You're brother is absurd. Comical even."

Words left Charlotte. She stared into those bright green eyes burning with anger, and her heart fell silent.

"Believe me, I know." The words she spoke in such well intentioned purity triggered something in the March girl that came from fear.

"I also know, that when he drinks too much his thoughts become confused. You must understand that, Amy. Don't take what he said to your heart, please."

Amy moved her head closer to Charlotte. She stood frozen, from both fear and excitement. She began to lean in, so their foreheads rested against each others. They closed their eyes, both their breaths shaking. "Thank you," she said in barely more than a whisper.

"For what?" Charlotte replied, her voice shaky.

Amy's voice wavered, exhilarated from the tension between them. "For always knowing what to say."

Unexpectedly, the March girls hand drifted to Charlottes hip. It settled there and pulled her closer. Charlotte inhaled sharply. She was against her warm chest, shaped to perfection. She splayed her hand against it, intending to push her away, but instead she left it there. Her breathing quickened as did Amys. The March girl began nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. She urged herself to push away, but couldn't.

"We can't..." Her limp body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her head was angled slightly to the side as Amys lips came closer and closer to hers. She was surprised to find her own lips parted. Their breaths mingled. Her heart fluttered inside her chest.

Charlotte's lips brushed Amy's. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. She wanted to pull away before she lost herself but she couldn't seem to. In that minty moment, both girls senses had been seduced and they could no longer think straight. "Amy..." Charlotte whispered slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. Amy smiled, her heart fluttering at her voice as she clasped her hands on either side of Charlotte's face. Never before had her name ever felt so wonderful a one, she thought, as she leaned in for another.

They stared at each other in an odd way, as if it were a silent argument. Their glances battled each other. To kiss or not to kiss.

In a moment Amy pressed her lips against Charlottes, and felt her body loosen and arms touch her waist.

Amy chuckled, in Charlotte's mouth, "I'm kissing Charlotte Laurence." Then they hovered right there, quite soundless for so long, simply feeling each other's presence.

Amy gently leaned in and kissed the Laurence girls warm lips once again. They pulled apart and took shaky, shallow breaths. Unable to contain themselves anymore, Amy held Charlotte's head in her hands and pulled her into a fiery and passionate kiss. Her hands worked their way around her body, feeling each crevasse along her perfect features.

Charlotte couldn't help but recline onto the bed, lying her back on the silken sheets. Amys hands ventured over her curved body, exploring. They pulled apart and opened their eyes. The women stared at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Charlottes full of wonder and love, Amy's full of curiosity and passion.

Amy leaned in and softly kissed up and down the older girls neck, as Charlotte let little whimpers of anticipation. The March girl worked her way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kissed Charlotte rolled the younger girl over and lay on top of her delicate body. She ran her lips up her neck and landed a loving and intense kiss on her lips.

Charlotte kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. Her hand rested below her ear, her thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. She ran her fingers down her spine, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of her heart against her chest.

Time stopped as Amy slowly began to undo the strings of Charlotte dress.

However, in the grip of silent panic, Charlotte's breathing became heavier and heavier. "Amy..." She whispered.

"Amy, stop." The negative thoughts kept coming like waves on rocks. The arguments in her head fit so fast and so disturbing that her brain shut down her body. The sweat had completely covered her body and her heart felt like it was going to explode.

"What's the matter?"

"What are we doing?" Charlotte asked however, it was more to herself than the other person in the room.

"Lottie..."

"No, we can't do this. If someone found out..." She trailed, her thoughts heavy. "What would people think?"

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"What?" She asked, shocked as the absurd accusation. "No, no of course not."

"Really?"

"Amy, I feel for you. Feelings I should not yet can't help it feel..." She had made her big declaration of love and now the silence lay on her skin like a poison. It seeped into her blood and paralyzed her brain, her pupils became dilated and there was a tremor in her hands.

"But our families... Amy we have to think about them." Her face was one of awkwardness, not even hurrying to save Amys feelings, to fill the void with a non-comital statement of appreciation.

"What about us, Charlotte?" Anyone could see those gravity-drawn shoulders painting a picture of Amys heart, as if neither it nor her soul would welcome a beat. Lottie could see in her eyes that her brain had built some new walls with her so lonely on the other side.

"That doesn't matter." Words flew from her mouth that she never thought she'd even think, let alone say out loud.

"It matters to me!"

"We can't, Amy! Don't you realise what implications this could have?"

It was silent. It lingered in the air, thick and heavy, like a blanket.

"I should go, I need to make sure Laurie gets home safely. I'll see you soon."

So heartbroken, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, Charlotte laurence walked away from Amy March.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 !
i hate this, i can't write
steamy things. ew, why
do people still read this ?