The dreams were as sweet as the paradise. Or the dreams were insatiably inexistent, brightly contrasting the reality. Whether inebriated or sober, the reverie's realm was a much different place even for the most impossible things ever to happen in the real realm.

Susan, herself, could feel firmness was contacting her motionless body and chaos encircling her even without opening her eyelids, flapping its eyelids in a frequent blink per a couple of seconds. The redhead's gothic, diabolic ebony gown with plunged neckline and ruffled sleeves as its hem flared her curled in a ball legs. Diabolic circle was laying on the obsidian ceramic flooring as if a spiral was whirling, spellbinding the area with its own darkness and consuming the celestial light.

Once the actress came to her senses as her petite, lukewarm hands were pawing recklessly the ceramic ground, suddenly she emitted a mere yawn as her ruby-coloured lips curled at the yawn, whilst her gloved hands rubbed her drowsy eyelids until she ultimately opened them. At first, her vision was hazily blurry, fogging its surroundings and getting from the ground, wondering where she was.

"Where am I?" The middle-aged lady evoked out in mumble, zinging her ruby-coloured, soft as velvet lips until the blurriness no longer fogged her vision and Susan had the entire chance to inspect her recent surroundings along with the place.

Loneliness and silence encircled her in a scooped, tight hug as a cabin with white as snow were painted the walls with big French window, giving a flabbergasting view to outdoors. The yard was adorned with flowerbeds with white flowers such as white roses, white tulips, marigolds and many others as well. Further, grandiose trees with monumentally snow crowns were a heavenly brilliant addition to the yard. A fallen angel statue was in the middle of the gardens, bearing a semblance of a cathedral statue, oozing its divine aura to diffuse all over the venue.

"W-What is this place? Is this heaven or a purgatory? Is that the punishment for my intoxication the last night?" Her hazelish-brown pools, fueled with unconditional bewilderment were pigmenting, illuminating its genuine pigments into her blazing pools. Grotesque, inquisitive as a child frown honed up in the corner of her lips as the heart beats subdued drastically as they pulsated into her ears like headphones.

No actions, nor response. Abundance of questions whirled up in her whirlpool of thoughts vigorously, resembling a natural disaster that was brewing.

The venue at first sight bears a semblance either of a purgatory or a heaven for Susan. Purgatory, where the wretched souls haven't utterly determined their fated souls whether to be amidst the angelic ones after accomplishing peace at last or the devils swirl circa the ethereally eternal fiendish soul that has been fated to be sent at hell.

All of a sudden, the sound of opening window caught her off guard as its window wings flapped like a bird's feather wings as a younger lady's porcelain, pale as ghost complexion showed, whistling with her peach pink lips at the uninvited guest in the paradise.

"Sue, come over here!" Jessica ushered her to enter in the cabin, fanning with a hand, in fact, the paradise was sweltering hot. Unbearably hot as an August summer day territory, somewhere in the reverie's realm. A tempting, blissful smirk smile kissed her lips.

"I'm coming, Jess!" In the interval, Susan strolled up to the one-story house as it was humble. It wasn't that ginormous as a medieval chateau, nor that as compact as a dollhouse. It was perfectly expansive for her and her lover. "Just a second!" The older lady muttered under her breath as her jet black as the death stilettos clicked against the ceramic ground, producing frequent, monotonous tick-tacking and numbing the hush that was arching as a rainbow.

As soon as the redhead stepped on the porch, the suddenness of the instantly opened front door astounded her to bones as she couldn't put a finger on it. Little did she know if that was a heaven. If it was a paradise, was the supernaturalism part of their isolated world, just 2 of them only? If yes, then Jessica is responsible for the opened front door in a simple flick of her finger, momentarily casting the spell.

"Oh wow!" When the older actress made her own way inside the one-story house as it had a bar, living room, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom as the sole rooms gathered in a property altogether. In the meantime, Fleetwood Mac's song Silver Springs was currently playing in the background. "Is that our house, Jess?"

"You could be my silver springs! Blue green colors flashin'! I would be your only dream! Your shining autumn, ocean crashing and did you say she was pretty! And did you say that she loves you!"

"It's our home, honey!" The blonde emphasized our home, replying bashfully, girlishly as her lips curled in the reply, swaying her hips as the snake skin of the angelically, pearly white as vanilla gown with spaghetti straps and ankle length hem descended her ankles. Her pristinely long, adroit fingers were absently, coyly playing her empty scotch glass.

"It's gorgeous!" The red-haired woman evoked out in awe, admiring its mesmerizing furniture and atmosphere that were encompassing both of them, ambling up to the bar's stool to take a seat and share a drink with her lover. "Even there's a bar, full of whiskeys, cognacs, rums and so forth!" A hoarse, wry chuckle tickled her dry corners of her mouth as her lion mane of silky ginger tresses bounced with each took step. Suddenly she met her younger lover's magnetic stare, locking up hers and admiring her ethereally indisputable beauty, tattooed all over her. Jessica was inescapably, sinfully beautiful into her eyes.

"Yeah! Everything is ours and it will be ours!" Meantime, Susan seated on the bar stool, readjusting the hem of her gown and crossing conveniently her still drop-dead gorgeous, long as towers legs for her seventies. An abrupt seductive, smug grin blossomed on Susan's face. "Would you care for a drink, darling?"

"Absolutely! One Bacardi Black rum." At the moment, the younger lady docilely followed her lover's instructions by gathering an empty, unused yet scotch glass and researching for Bacardi Black rum all over the collection of alcoholic bottles as the opened the cap merely, throughout pouring its mouth-watering, sweetly fiendish liquor pooling the scotch glass.

"Of course! It's only for you, Sue!" Shortly after pouring the rum, she returned the bottle back to the humongous class by its variety of choice alcoholic beverages and pouring herself a Jim Bean in her scotch glass within a split second until the both women raised their glasses for a prominent toast, looking up into one another's eyes with fierce passion. "Let's raise a toast for being here!"

"Let's raise a toast for being at heaven just 2 of us only!" Then their glasses contacted in an ordinary clink, consequently lifting up the scotch glasses up to their lips, sipping of them until they left aloof the glass of liquors sitting motionlessly on the bar table."Wait a second! I'm the devil." All of a sudden, Susan's tongue clicked emphatically at the thought that just resurfaced as an iceberg into her train of thoughts about the paradise and the oppositions reuniting in a venue where it's presumed it's for the angels or rather the good guys solely.

"Baby, I don't wanna know! I'll begin not to love you! Turn around, see me runnin'! I'll say I loved you years ago! Tell myself you never loved me, no and did you say she was pretty!"

"Mhm!" Reluctant bob of the blonde's head affirmed in strong agreement, wedging her lips in a plain purse, without averting her gape from the older woman.

"And you're an angel, sweetie! How does that work? How a devil is supposed to be behind the paradise's golden gates?"

"Everything is possible when the key is the closeness, itself, Sue! Since I'm an angel, I've got the right to bring you with me behind the paradise's grand, golden gates and be together." A mischievous, provocative wink was shot at the older lady, opting to soothe her to calm her nerves without spending a single second worrying why she's stuck in the heaven since she has the least expected it, due to the fact her identity doesn't allow her to reside a hallowed area. Meanwhile, the both ladies gulped a couple of medium liquors, gushing down her organs and body, resurrecting it and allowing their bones and body muscles to be sedated under the alcohol's control, affecting their bloods. "And no matter if you're the devil, I still love you. The love has no borders, you know."

"I-I love you too, Jess! Very much!" The older actress confessed, swigging the liquor in a jiffy until the searing burns of the sweet, scrumptious alcohol burned the corners of her mouth, enforcing her instincts to lick gamely, greedily her rum-stained lips."I feel so special for being the sole soul to accompany you in the heavens. You're more special, sweetheart!"

"I'm honored to hear that!" The younger lady sipped of her bourbon, whispering in honeyed voice to her lover.

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It has been an hour or so since Jessica has already lost consciousness due to the potent, invincible power of the alcohol, commanding her body, muscles and bones without permitting them to motion at least.

When the older actress noticed that her lover was senseless, she lifted her up in a bridal lift to their double bed they're about to share, in order to rest for awhile, taking off her stilettos and blanketing her petite frame with a baby blue silk blanket, shielding her epidermis. It dumbfounded the older lady that she was able to haul her up to the king-sized bed without waking her as well.

A quarter an hour, Susan spent in front of the television, snuggling by herself on the couch in the living room and relishing the disturbing loneliness that has scooped her in a timeless embrace. Afterward Susan turned off the television, factly, the boredom was gnawing her slowly and plaguing her cells, incapable to ponder profoundly in her train of thoughts about her lover, who was currently soundly asleep in their bedroom.

Once the middle-aged lady got from the sofa and ambled up to the bedroom's door, she made sure to open the notoriously creaky door timidly as through the ajar gap her pair of caramel brown irises glimpsed at the kipping younger lady, admiring her endless grace even when she was kipping.

In the meantime, the red-haired actress tiptoed up to the double bed after shutting warily the bedroom door, wedging her lips in a begrudging, thoughtful purse.

Suddenly, the blonde stirred and heaved a jaded exhale from the top of her brittle lungs, babbling to herself:

"Sue, is that you?"

"Oh yeah, it's me, honey! Would you like a company?" In the interim, the younger woman's irises were partly opened, incessantly blinking and offering her lover a sympathetic, heavenly smile, distorted across her lips.

"Sure! Why not?"

"That's so sweet of you, you know!" At the moment, the both women reunited on the king-sized bed as they snaked their arms around their upper backs, scooping one another in a tight, warmhearted hug as their nose tips nuzzled along.

"Aww!" Their chests were pressed on each other until Susan's luscious, ruby-coloured lips pursued the younger lady's ones in a steamy kiss, spontaneously sealing them in a hardening kiss, fluttering shut their eyelids in a deeper kiss as the younger actress managed up her hands to play with the ginger's halo ringlet of sleek ginger curls, admiring its crispy softness greasing her delicate fingers which twirled the curls. As their kisses grew ferocious, their tongues commenced to duel each other until Jessica plugged her wet tongue inside the older woman's mouth, deepening into a French one. "I love you!" Mumble zinged her lips.

"I love you much more than anything!"