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It Lives Beneath Diamond Scene: Sneak Away with Imogen

You catch Imogen’s eye from across the picnic. She smiles warmly in the golden light of the late afternoon. You: Hey, Gen. Think you could give me a hand with something? Imogen: Oh, sure! You nod to the others as you both make your way away from the gathering and into the woods beyond.

Imogen: What’d you need my help with?

You: Nothing, I actually just wanted to… -Kiss you.

Imogen: Ohhhh! Well, why didn’t you say so? As you close the distance between you, she wraps her arms around your waist. You tilt your head down and capture her lips with your own. She steps up on the tips of her toes to deepen the kiss. It’s full of passion and hunger, and, when you finally separate, you’re both breathing hard. Imogen: Wow. You: Why don’t we continue this at my place?

-Talk.

Imogen: Talk? Oh! Yes, there is definitely something I’ve been wanting to bring up. It’s-- You: Actually, let’s wait until we get to my place. There’ll be less chance of us being interrupted.

You: Elliot’s gonna be at Robbie’s tonight and Grandpa’s helping with the relief efforts in town, so we’ll have the house to ourselves. Imogen: Oh, I see. You’re trying to get me all alone, aren’t you? You: Damn. I’ve been caught red-handed. How can I ever make it up to you? Imogen: By escorting me safely to your humble abode. You: Done. You lead Imogen down the winding path that descends the hillside, and, just as the sun is setting over the lake, find your way home…

Imogen: Phew! That was quite the hike! I’m hot. Are you hot? Imogen sashays into the kitchen, pulling open the refrigerator and taking out a can of Diet Coke. You: Yuuppp. That was a hell of a workout. I don’t know what was worse. Going up the hill, or coming back down. Imogen presses the cold can to her forehead and rests a hip against the counter, sighing. Imogen: Ahhhh… That’s better. You: Is it? Imogen: Come over here and I’ll show you. You walk over and lean against the counter right beside her. She presses the blissfully cool can to your cheek. You: Mmm. That does feel better. Imogen: Better than this? Imogen leans up and plants a soft kiss to your lips. You: Not by a long shot. She sets aside the soda can and crosses her arms behind your neck, drawing you down.

You: (I’ll…) -Kiss her back.

You dip down and capture her mouth, tongue slipping past her pliant lips and tangling with hers. Imogen sighs into your mouth, melting into your arms. Your hands roam her back, down past her thighs and under her skirt. Imogen: Ahh… Harper… Lifting her up, you sit her on the edge of the counter. Her long, tanned legs wrap around your waist, pulling you in. You trail kisses along her jaw to her neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin there. Imogen: That tickles! You: Not my intention, but I’ll take it. Imogen: Hey, that doesn’t mean I want you to stop. You: I live to serve, m’lady. You resume lavishing attention on her neck, pulling aside the collar of her shirt to kiss along her collarbone. Imogen: Here, let me. She grips the hem of her shirt, ready to discard it.

You: (I should help her…) -Take it off.

You: No, no. Allow me. With one fluid motion, you strip Imogen of her shirt, and she giggles in delight. Imogen: Somebody’s excited. You: Can you blame me? You duck down to kiss her slender throat, her chest. You slip a hand beneath her bra to cup the supple curve of her breast and she writhes under your touch. Imogen: Ahhh… She presses a hand between your bodies, seeking out the heat of your skin, and you gasp at the sudden pleasure shooting up through your belly. You: God… Genny… Shedding your own clothes, your bare skin slides against hers, the rhythm of your bodies building into greater and greater ecstasy until you feel like you’ll explode…

-Tug it back down.

You readjust her shirt and pull her hands away, kissing her knuckles lightly. You: Why don’t we keep our clothes on for now? Imogen: Sure thing. Imogen: We can still make out though, right? You: I wouldn’t dream of doing anything else. Your lips find hers once more, an the two of you trade soft, loving kisses for what feels like hours. You lose yourselves in each other, your hearts beating as one, your breath matching hers. Everything outside of the two of you is lost, leaving only sweet kisses behind…

You’re holding Imogen, peppering kisses across the back of her neck, when she stirs and sighs. Imogen: I feel like I’m going to fall asleep. You: It’s okay. You can if you want to. Imogen: But there’s still so much I want to do, and… and say… You: Is something wrong? Imogen: It’s just… I’ve had some bad experiences in the past and… Imogen: I guess I’m just worried. With you leaving, who’s to say you won’t meet someone else and forget all about me?

You: Hey… -I would never cheat on you.

Imogen: They always say that, and then… You: I’m not just saying that. I mean it. I’m making you a promise now, that I will never betray your trust like that. You: No matter how far apart we are, you are the person I want to be with. No one else. Imogen turns in your arms until she’s facing you. Her face is solemn and determined. Imogen: Then I promise too. Harper Vance, so long as we’re together, there is no one else I would rather be with. You: I’m going to hold you to that, you know. Imogen: You better. She leans over and kisses you sweetly.

-That’s a risk we’ll have to take.

Imogen: I know. It’s a risk all couple have to take if they’re going to do the long distance thing. I just wish it wasn’t so uncertain, you know? You: All relationships are uncertain. That’s why you have to live them one day at a time, enjoying the person you’re with while you can. Imogen: You’re right. I know you’re right. But I don’t think I’ll ever stop worrying while you’re away. You: What if I promise to call you every day? Imogen: Hmmm… That’d help… You: What if I promise to video call you every day? Send flowers? Hire a plane to do some skywriting? Imogen: That’s a start. She twists in your arms to kiss the smile off your face.

You resettle into comfortable positions and drift off to sleep, content in that moment to have each other and full of hope for what the future will bring…

The next morning, you kiss Imogen goodbye on the stoop of the cabin. Imogen: I don’t want to leave. You: Hey, I’ll see you again soon. Imogen: I know, but… I’ll miss you in the meantime. You: I’ll miss you too. Count down the seconds until we see each other again? Imogen: You know I will. Imogen’s gaze lingers on you as she walks away down the drive and, finally, out of sight. As you’re turning to head back inside, you spot your grandpa loading a boat on the dock.

-Retire to the living room.

Untangling yourself from her grasp, you take her hand and give it a squeeze. You: Come on, let’s go get comfy on the couch. Imogen: Oooo, yes. Let’s. You grab another can from the fridge and lead Imogen out to the living room, where you both spread out on the sofa. Imogen: So… We’re aaaalll aloooonnneee. Wasn’t there something you wanted to, you know, do?

You: To be honest, I wanted to… -Talk about our relationship.

Imogen: That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about! You: Great minds, huh? Imogen: I’ve been worried about you going away. That even if we really want to stay together, things’ll just fall apart. You: You’re worried that a long distance relationship won’t work. Imogen: Do long distance relationships ever work? You: They can. When two people care about each other as much as we do. You take Imogen’s hands in your own and look her unflinchingly in the eye. You: I promise that you have nothing to worry about. We’re stronger than any two people I know. We can make this work. You: You believe me, don’t you? Imogen: Always. Imogen leans forward and kisses your cheek. Imogen: You always know the right thing to say. You: Only when you’re around. You bring out the best in me, Gen. Imogen: Okay. Now that one was corny. But I love it. You: You know what else you’re gonna love? Imogen: Chocolate eclairs? You: No, a beauty and makeover night. Imogen: WHAT?! You: Uh… A beauty night…? Imogen: Harper, do you have any idea you’ve just said my two favourite words in the entire universe?! Imogen: Oh my god, where do I even start! We need face masks, a manicure kit, tubs to soak our feet… You: I thought we could just give each other facials or something. Imogen: Are you kidding? When Imogen Wescott does a Beauty Night she does it right! Imogen hops up, dashing up the stairs to the bathroom with a squeal of delight. Imogen: This is going to be the Best Night Eevvveeerrr! The two of you spend the night giving each other manicures, conditioning your hair, talking, and laughing. It’s just the kind of low-key night you needed to relax after everything that’s happened…

The following morning, with Elliot still at Robbie’s, you decide to lounge around and enjoy some time to yourself. Later, as you’re taking the trash out, you spot your grandpa loading a boat on the dock.

-Make out.

Imogen: Uh-huh… You lured me here under false pretenses didn’t you? You: Guilty as charged. Can I make it up to you? Imogen: Mmm… I don’t know. What did you have in mind? You: This. You scooch over to her on the couch, draping an arm around her narrow shoulders and pulling her close. Your lips find hers in a passionate kiss. Her fists clench in the fabric of your shirt as you deepen the kiss, tongues hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. Imogen: Mmmm… You lean her back on the couch until you’re resting on top of her. She spreads her legs to encompass you, locking her thighs around your waist and pulling your body against hers. You: Nnngh… Imogen… Your hand wanders the smooth expanse of her thigh, tracing her skin up to the hem of her skirt.

You: (I should…) -Keep going.

Your hand continues up her skirt, caressing soft skin and sensitive places that have her arching her back and crying out. Imogen: Ahhh! Harper… You hook your fingers under the band of her panties and work them down, following their path with your mouth. Imogen digs her fingers into your hair, trembling beneath you as you give her the intense pleasure she craves. Imogen: God… That feels… amazing… You: Told you I had hidden talents. You kiss your way back up her body, pulling up her shirt and shedding your own top as you do. Your bare skin slides against hers, bodies building up a rhythm that sends sparks of pleasure bursting within you, threatening to push you over the edge…

-Hold back.

Your touch lingers there for a moment before coming back up to cup her face in the palm of your hand. Imogen: I could kiss you all night. You: Is that a promise? Imogen: You bet! You recapture her mouth with your own, sharing passionate kiss after passionate kiss, until you have to finally pull apart for air. You settle beside her on the couch, an arm around her waist keeping her body moulded against your own. You breathe in her sweet scent, perfectly relaxed. Imogen: Maybe I’ll need a little kissing break every now and then, but I can still keep going. You: You don’t have to. This is enough. Imogen: It is pretty great, isn’t it? You: The best. You close your eyes and enjoy the warm of her small body, the steady rising and falling of her chest, letting the hours melt away as you keep her tight in your embrace…

You’re holding Imogen, peppering kisses across the back of her neck, when she stirs and sighs. Imogen: I feel like I’m going to fall asleep. You: It’s okay. You can if you want to. Imogen: But there’s still so much I want to do, and… and say… You: Is something wrong? Imogen: It’s just… I’ve had some bad experiences in the past and… Imogen: I guess I’m just worried. With you leaving, who’s to say you won’t meet someone else and forget all about me?

You: Hey… -I would never cheat on you.

Imogen: They always say that, and then… You: I’m not just saying that. I mean it. I’m making you a promise now, that I will never betray your trust like that. You: No matter how far apart we are, you are the person I want to be with. No one else. Imogen turns in your arms until she’s facing you. Her face is solemn and determined. Imogen: Then I promise too. Harper Vance, so long as we’re together, there is no one else I would rather be with. You: I’m going to hold you to that, you know. Imogen: You better. She leans over and kisses you sweetly.

-That’s a risk we’ll have to take.

Imogen: I know. It’s a risk all couple have to take if they’re going to do the long distance thing. I just wish it wasn’t so uncertain, you know? You: All relationships are uncertain. That’s why you have to live them one day at a time, enjoying the person you’re with while you can. Imogen: You’re right. I know you’re right. But I don’t think I’ll ever stop worrying while you’re away. You: What if I promise to call you every day? Imogen: Hmmm… That’d help… You: What if I promise to video call you every day? Send flowers? Hire a plane to do some skywriting? Imogen: That’s a start. She twists in your arms to kiss the smile off your face.

You resettle into comfortable positions and drift off to sleep, content in that moment to have each other and full of hope for what the future will bring…

The next morning, you kiss Imogen goodbye on the stoop of the cabin. Imogen: I don’t want to leave. You: Hey, I’ll see you again soon. Imogen: I know, but… I’ll miss you in the meantime. You: I’ll miss you too. Count down the seconds until we see each other again? Imogen: You know I will. Imogen’s gaze lingers on you as she walks away down the drive and, finally, out of sight. As you’re turning to head back inside, you spot your grandpa loading a boat on the dock.