She touches me intimately as we sink into the water, close together. My heart skips a beat, I didn't dare make the first move but I cannot resist her. My hands reach for her under the water and our lips meet as we kiss.
There are no words that need to be said when your heart is in your kiss. Her lips are soft, her tongue tentative and questing, and the passion there is frightening in it's intensity and power. I feel so small, so tiny in the face of a love that shines from her like a second sun. It swells up inside me as well, and it seems as if we two are just the tiny earthly tips of massive icebergs of an emotion that transcends time and space, even life and death. The mere physical pleasure we may give one another is overwhelmed by that pure love. Yes, we are together, yes we make love with an intimacy and depth that I could never dream of. Yet it isn't our bodies that meet, it's our spirits.
The moment seems to last forever, it fills us with pleasure, it makes us whole as our hands and lips trace half-remembered pathways on one another, and we both cry out and tremble together at the height of our loving, and when we are spent lay our head close together on the edge of the bath. We aare still close, still touching, with the waves we have made still rippling back and forth across the tub.
"I love you, Akane," I whisper softly, so close our lisp are almost touching.