Saturday, December 28, 2024

Sammi & Eriko - i need some romance today!

Under the vibrant embrace of autumn’s warm hues, Sammi and Eriko wandered along a quiet, leaf-strewn path. The crisp air carried the scent of earth and fallen leaves, mingling with the faint aroma of Sammi’s vanilla perfume—a scent Eriko had come to associate with home. The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, painting their surroundings in golden light, as though nature itself conspired to frame their love in its most flattering glow.

Sammi paused by a large maple tree, her fiery red hair catching the sunlight like strands of molten copper. Eriko, ever watchful, stepped closer. She reached out, brushing a stray lock from Sammi’s face, her fingertips lingering against her cheek. "You’re glowing," Eriko whispered, her voice as steady and soft as the autumn breeze.

Sammi’s lips curved into a smile, her hazel eyes meeting Eriko’s deep onyx gaze. "It’s because I’m with you," she replied, her voice playful yet tender. She leaned into Eriko’s touch, her heart thrumming with the quiet certainty that this moment, like so many others they shared, was irreplaceable.

Later that evening, after the golden hour had faded into the deep blues of twilight, Sammi and Eriko found themselves in the warm, inviting glow of a local club. The space was alive with the low hum of chatter and the occasional clink of glasses, but as the opening notes of the Righteous Brothers’ "Unchained Melody" began to play, the atmosphere shifted. A hush fell over the room, the melody wrapping around the crowd like a shared secret.

Sammi, ever the bold one, took Eriko’s hand with a mischievous smile. "Dance with me?" she asked, her voice soft but laced with a playful challenge.

Eriko’s cheeks flushed faintly, but she nodded, letting Sammi lead her to the small dance floor illuminated by soft, twinkling lights. They moved close, Sammi’s hands resting lightly on Eriko’s waist, while Eriko’s arms hesitantly circled Sammi’s shoulders. Their eyes met, and the world seemed to narrow to just the two of them.

As the soulful lyrics filled the air, they swayed together, their movements slow and unhurried, perfectly in sync. Sammi’s thumb brushed soothing circles against Eriko’s back, while Eriko let her head rest against Sammi’s shoulder, her dark hair cascading like a silk curtain. It was as if the song spoke for them, each note and word a reflection of their unspoken emotions.

"I… I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this," Eriko murmured, her voice barely audible over the music. Her fingers tightened slightly on Sammi’s sweater, as if anchoring herself to the moment.

Sammi tilted her head, pressing a gentle kiss to Eriko’s temple. "You deserve to feel this and so much more," she whispered back, her voice steady with conviction. "You’re safe with me. Always."

The song’s crescendo seemed to mirror the swell of emotions between them, and by the time the final, haunting note faded, Sammi and Eriko were still swaying, lost in their own world. Around them, the club erupted into applause for the performance, but the two women hardly noticed. They stayed close, foreheads touching, the moment etched into their memories as a testament to the depth of their bond.

When the night drew to a close, they walked home hand in hand, the crisp autumn air wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. Though the music had ended, its melody lingered in their hearts, a reminder of a love unchained and unbreakable.









Friday, December 27, 2024

Sammi & Eriko - just because

Under the vibrant embrace of autumn’s warm hues, Sammi and Eriko wandered along a quiet, leaf-strewn path. The crisp air carried the scent of earth and fallen leaves, mingling with the faint aroma of Sammi’s vanilla perfume—a scent Eriko had come to associate with home. The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, painting their surroundings in golden light, as though nature itself conspired to frame their love in its most flattering glow.

Sammi paused by a large maple tree, her fiery red hair catching the sunlight like strands of molten copper. Eriko, ever watchful, stepped closer. She reached out, brushing a stray lock from Sammi’s face, her fingertips lingering against her cheek. "You’re glowing," Eriko whispered, her voice as steady and soft as the autumn breeze.

Sammi’s lips curved into a smile, her hazel eyes meeting Eriko’s deep onyx gaze. "It’s because I’m with you," she replied, her voice playful yet tender. She leaned into Eriko’s touch, her heart thrumming with the quiet certainty that this moment, like so many others they shared, was irreplaceable.

Eriko’s hand slid from Sammi’s cheek to her shoulder, drawing her closer. Their foreheads touched, and for a moment, the world stilled. The rustle of leaves, the distant chirp of birds—all fell away, leaving only the rhythm of their breaths, syncing in unspoken harmony. "You’re everything," Eriko murmured, her words so quiet they barely escaped her lips, but Sammi heard them as clearly as the beat of her own heart.

"And you’re my forever," Sammi replied, her voice breaking just slightly, as if the weight of her love threatened to spill over. She cupped Eriko’s face with both hands, her thumbs gently grazing the soft planes of her cheekbones. The intensity of their closeness was grounding and electrifying all at once.

The sunlight dimmed slightly as a breeze swept through, carrying with it a cascade of amber and crimson leaves. Sammi pressed her lips to Eriko’s forehead in a gesture so tender it brought a blush to Eriko’s pale skin. "We’ve come so far," Sammi said, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude. "Every moment with you feels like a gift I didn’t know I deserved."

Eriko’s arms circled Sammi’s waist, pulling her so close that the lines between them blurred. "You deserve everything," Eriko replied, her tone firm, almost protective. She tilted her head, their noses brushing, and as their lips met, the world seemed to dissolve into a haze of warmth and light. It was a kiss not of passion alone, but of promise—a vow spoken without words, sealed in the quiet language only they understood.

When they finally parted, the golden hour had faded into the soft hues of twilight. Hand in hand, they continued down the path, the leaves crunching beneath their steps. Though the day was ending, their journey together felt as though it had only just begun. Each step forward was a testament to the love they shared—a love that had weathered storms and basked in sunshine, and would continue to flourish under the ever-changing skies of their lives.



Sammi & Eriko - Autumn Whispers


Beneath the amber leaves that fall,
Two souls stand where time feels small.
The twilight glow wraps them in light,
A quiet moment, pure and bright.

Her hair, like fire, warms the air,
Her gaze, a spark beyond compare.
Beside her, shadows soft as night,
A calm, steadfast, and radiant might.

They hold the seasons in their hands,
Together where the autumn stands.
A temple whispers at their back,
While love flows steady, bold, intact.

The world may fade in autumn’s haze,
But here they stay, in warm embrace.
Two hearts entwined, unbroken stream,
A love that lingers, soft as dream.




Thursday, December 26, 2024

Sammi & Eriko - if (like me) you are struggling this Friday


 "Friday Blossoms"

The sun peeked over the horizon, spilling golden light across the sleepy town. Sammi had been up for hours already, her kitchen alive with the comforting symphony of clinking dishes and the scent of freshly baked bread. Fridays were her busiest mornings, but they also brought her the most joy. She loved watching the neighborhood wake up, knowing her pastries and strong coffee would fuel the day for so many.

Eriko arrived precisely at 7:15 a.m., as she did every Friday. Her punctuality was as much a part of their ritual as the warm croissants Sammi reserved just for her. She swept into the café with her usual grace, her leather messenger bag slung over one shoulder and her camera dangling around her neck.

“You’re early,” Sammi teased, setting a steaming mug of matcha latte on the counter. Eriko smirked, brushing a strand of black hair from her face.

“I couldn’t resist. The light’s perfect for the shoot today.” She glanced toward the window, her eyes sparkling with creative intent. “But I came here first. For inspiration.”

Sammi felt a flutter in her chest—an involuntary response to the way Eriko’s gaze lingered just a second too long. She busied herself by slicing a loaf of sourdough, hoping the warmth in her cheeks wasn’t too obvious.

“Tell me,” Sammi said, sliding the bread basket across the counter, “what are you working on now?”

Eriko’s face lit up as she began to describe her latest project—a photo series capturing small moments of connection in everyday life. As she spoke, Sammi marveled at the passion in her voice, the way she saw beauty in the simplest things: a hand brushing against another, a child laughing in a rain puddle, the glow of city lights reflected in a lover’s eyes.

“I think you’d love it,” Eriko said, her voice softening. “It’s about finding warmth and belonging. Like…like what I feel here.”

Sammi’s hands stilled. Her heart raced, and for a moment, she forgot the bustling café around them. Was Eriko saying what she thought she was saying?

The moment hung between them, fragile yet full of potential. Then the door jingled, breaking the spell as another customer entered. Sammi blinked, the noise jolting her back to reality.

“I’d love to see it,” she said quickly, her voice tinged with something she couldn’t quite name.

Eriko nodded, her lips curving into a smile. “Maybe tonight, after you close up? I could show you the photos.”

Sammi hesitated, her pulse quickening. It would mean stepping out of her comfort zone, letting Eriko into her world after the apron came off and the flour dust settled. But there was something irresistible in the offer, a promise of connection that felt as warm as the bread she baked each morning.

“Okay,” she said finally, her smile shy but hopeful. “Tonight.”

As Eriko left, Sammi watched her go, the sunlight catching the silver charm bracelet on her wrist. A symbol of possibility. And as Sammi turned back to her work, she felt the stirrings of something new—like the first blossoms of spring breaking through the frost.


The Inspiration:
This story captures the magic of small beginnings, how courage and vulnerability can create connections that feel larger than life. Sammi’s warmth and Eriko’s artistry complement each other beautifully, showcasing how even the simplest encounters can inspire love, creativity, and growth.

Happy Friday! Let this story remind you of the beauty in everyday moments. 🌸✨



Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Sammi & Eriko Christmas dream rom com



It was a snowy December evening, and Sammi and Eriko were bundled up on the couch with a stack of holiday snacks. The scent of peppermint hot chocolate wafted through the air, and the TV cast a warm glow as a lesbian-themed Christmas rom-com played on screen. A cozy blanket covered both their laps, but Sammi kept tugging it to her side.

“Hey!” Eriko protested. “That’s my half of the blanket!”

“You’re plenty warm without it,” Sammi teased, sticking her tongue out. Eriko rolled her eyes, but a smirk betrayed her amusement.

On the screen, two actresses shared a lingering gaze beside a glittering Christmas tree. “I love this one,” Sammi said. “It’s so romantic. But you know what would make it perfect?”

“Let me guess,” Eriko said. “Jennifer Love Hewitt and Lacey Chabert?”

Sammi gasped dramatically. “Exactly! Imagine them as the leads. Lacey as the bubbly small-town bakery owner, and Jennifer as the high-powered big-city exec who has to stay in town for the holidays.”

Eriko chuckled. “So basically the plot of every Christmas rom-com ever, but better because it’s them?”

“Obviously!” Sammi said, eyes sparkling. “Lacey would teach Jennifer to slow down and enjoy the magic of Christmas. And Jennifer would help Lacey believe in herself and her dreams.”

“And there’d be snowball fights, cookie decorating, and mistletoe,” Eriko added, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Yes!” Sammi clapped her hands. “And they’d totally fall in love during the town’s Christmas festival.”

Eriko leaned back, her arm draping over Sammi’s shoulders. “It does sound cute. But who plays the meddling best friend?”

“Easy,” Sammi said without hesitation. “Kristen Bell. She’d be perfect.”

Eriko laughed, her shoulders shaking. “Okay, you’ve sold me. Someone needs to pitch this to a network.”

“Right?” Sammi sighed dreamily. “It would be the ultimate Christmas movie.”

Eriko turned her head, her expression softening as she looked at Sammi. “You really get into this stuff, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” Sammi said, leaning into her. “It’s about love and hope and finding your person. Who wouldn’t love that?”

Eriko smiled, brushing a kiss against Sammi’s temple. “Well, I found my person. So I guess I can tolerate a few more rom-coms.”

Sammi giggled, nestling closer. “You know you secretly love them.”

“Maybe,” Eriko admitted, her tone playful. “But only because I’m watching them with you.”

As the credits rolled on the movie, Sammi and Eriko stayed curled up together, their laughter mingling with the soft hum of Christmas music. Outside, the snow continued to fall, but inside, everything felt warm and bright.




Sunday, December 22, 2024

Sammi & Eriko ....and Beebo Brinker !? (SPOLIER ALERT for the novel series!)


Sammi and Eriko sat cross-legged on the living room floor of Ms. Elaine’s cozy apartment, a steaming pot of Earl Grey on the coffee table between them. Stacked neatly beside the cups were well-worn copies of Beebo Brinker novels, their spines cracked and pages yellowed with time.

Elaine, a sprightly woman in her late sixties with short silver hair and a fondness for oversized cardigans, handed Sammi the first book. “Start with Odd Girl Out,” she said. “It’s the beginning of Laura’s story. You’ll understand what the world looked like back then.”

Sammi opened the book, her eyes scanning the faded typeface. Beside her, Eriko’s hand rested lightly on her knee, a small but grounding gesture.

Elaine settled into her armchair. “It wasn’t easy being young and gay in the 1950s. The bars, the friendships, even the compromises — everything was a survival tactic. I thought these books might help you understand how far we’ve come.”


That evening, Sammi and Eriko lay sprawled across their couch, each with a book in hand. Sammi had devoured Odd Girl Out and was now midway through I Am a Woman. Eriko was further ahead, deeply immersed in Laura’s move to New York City and her tumultuous relationship with Beebo Brinker.

“Laura feels so real,” Sammi said, flipping a page. “Her struggles, her doubts… it’s all heartbreaking but beautiful.”

Eriko nodded. “She’s navigating a world that constantly forces her to hide who she is. I can’t imagine how exhausting that must have been.”

Sammi frowned as she reached a pivotal moment in Women in the Shadows. “But marrying Jack? I can’t believe she did that. It feels like she’s betraying herself and Beebo.”

Eriko closed her book, tucking her legs beneath her. “She’s not betraying anyone. She’s surviving. A marriage of convenience was probably her best option to avoid suspicion and keep some semblance of stability.”

“But she loved Beebo!” Sammi exclaimed. “How could she turn her back on that?”

Eriko’s voice was calm, measured. “Sometimes love alone isn’t enough. The world can force people into impossible choices. Laura didn’t have the freedoms we do. She made the choice she thought was safest.”

Sammi’s brow furrowed. “Would you have done the same?”

Eriko tilted her head, considering. “If we lived then?”

Sammi’s eyes searched Eriko’s face, her voice softening. “Would you have married someone like Jack to protect yourself?”

Eriko’s lips curved into a small, wry smile. She reached out and tucked a strand of Sammi’s hair behind her ear. “Not if you were by my side.”

Sammi’s cheeks flushed, but her gaze didn’t waver. “You mean that?”

Eriko leaned closer, her hand brushing against Sammi’s. “Always.”


The next week, they returned to Elaine’s apartment to return the books. Sammi was still brimming with questions and opinions, while Eriko carried a quiet understanding of the sacrifices depicted in the stories.

“Did you like them?” Elaine asked, pouring more tea.

Sammi grinned. “They were amazing, but frustrating. Laura’s choices sometimes made me so angry.”

Eriko added, “But they made sense, given the time. It’s a reminder of how much things have changed… and how much we owe to the people who lived those lives.”

Elaine smiled knowingly. “That’s the point, isn’t it? To see where we came from, so we don’t forget.”

Sammi looked at Eriko, her hand instinctively finding hers. “We won’t forget.”

Eriko squeezed her hand. “Never.”

Elaine’s eyes twinkled. “Good. Now, let’s talk about Beebo… what a character, huh?”

The three of them laughed, diving into a lively discussion about their favorite moments from the novels. For Sammi and Eriko, the books had become more than just stories; they were a bridge to a history they were now determined to honor together.


Laura got Beebe into something a bit more stylish here <3 :P <3

Saturday, December 14, 2024

Sammi & Eriko - a day off together

A Day Off Together

The morning sun filtered through the blinds of their small but cozy apartment, gently rousing Sammi and Eriko from sleep. For once, there were no work emails, no deadlines, and no meetings to tackle. It was a rare day off, and they had decided to spend it together, doing nothing and everything.


Cleaning the Apartment

“Okay, team,” Sammi declared after breakfast, her fiery red hair tied into a messy ponytail. “It’s Operation Apartment Sparkle.”

Eriko stood by the kitchen sink, her sleeves rolled up, and raised an eyebrow. “Does it really need a name?”

“Everything is better with a name,” Sammi said with a grin. “Now, you handle the kitchen while I wrestle the dust bunnies in the living room.”

They worked together, trading playful banter as they cleaned. Sammi blasted upbeat pop music, occasionally breaking into spontaneous dance moves with the mop. Eriko, scrubbing the countertops, couldn’t suppress a small smile when Sammi twirled toward her, holding the mop like a dance partner.

“Care to join me, my love?” Sammi asked with a dramatic bow.

“Not while I’m holding a sponge,” Eriko replied, though her lips twitched in amusement.


Grocery Shopping

By midday, their apartment was spotless, and they decided to head out for groceries. At the store, their cart became a reflection of their different styles. Eriko selected tofu, fresh vegetables, and a beautifully marbled piece of beef for the hot pot. Sammi, on the other hand, couldn’t resist adding a jar of unusual pickles and a box of brightly colored snacks.

“You and your pickles,” Eriko said, shaking her head as she placed a neatly chosen bundle of enoki mushrooms into the cart.

“They’re going to change your life one day, just you wait,” Sammi replied, grabbing a bottle of sparkling water.


Cooking Hot Pot

Back home, they began preparing the hot pot. Eriko arranged the ingredients neatly on a platter, her movements precise and thoughtful. Sammi, meanwhile, chopped vegetables with the kind of flair that came from overconfidence.

“Careful, you’re not on a cooking show,” Eriko teased as she watched Sammi toss a carrot slice into the air and barely catch it.

“Not yet,” Sammi shot back, laughing.

Once everything was ready, they set up the hot pot on the table and watched as the broth began to bubble. The smell of simmering meat, mushrooms, and spices filled the room, wrapping them in warmth.

“This is perfect,” Sammi said, leaning back in her chair. “A feast for two queens.”

Eriko smiled softly. “It’s nice to slow down for once.”


Sammi’s Manga Performance

After dinner, Sammi disappeared into the bedroom, returning with one of her favorite yuri manga volumes. She plopped down on the couch beside Eriko, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Alright, tonight’s feature: Love Blossoms at the Tea House,” she announced. “I’ll be playing both leads, obviously.”

Eriko arched an eyebrow. “Both?”

Sammi winked. “You’ll see.”

With exaggerated voices and grand gestures, Sammi read through the manga, acting out the dialogue and even mimicking dramatic poses. Eriko’s quiet chuckles turned into full laughter as Sammi threw herself into the performance, complete with swooning declarations of love.

“You’re ridiculous,” Eriko said, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye.

“And you love it,” Sammi replied, flopping onto the couch beside her.

“I do,” Eriko admitted, her smile lingering.


The Sunset on the Balcony

As the sun began to set, they carried cups of tea to their small balcony. The sky was painted in hues of gold, pink, and orange, the colors reflecting on the nearby buildings.

Wrapped in a shared blanket, they sat close, their hands lightly touching as they watched the city bathe in the last light of the day.

“You know,” Sammi said softly, breaking the comfortable silence, “days like this are my favorite.”

Eriko turned to look at her, her dark eyes calm and full of warmth. “Mine too.”

They stayed there until the stars began to peek out, basking in the quiet joy of simply being together. And as the world settled into night, their hearts remained light, filled with the warmth of a day well spent—cleaning, cooking, laughing, and loving.


 

Friday, December 13, 2024

Sammi & Eriko - on the journey with Renee Vivien in Japan, 1907

 

Creating Together: A Story of Renee Vivien in Japan

The late afternoon light filtered through the curtains of their living room, casting soft golden hues over the small table cluttered with notebooks, pens, and empty coffee cups. Sammi sat cross-legged on the floor, her fiery red hair tumbling over her shoulder as she scribbled ideas into a journal. Eriko, perched gracefully on the couch with her legs tucked under her, tapped a pen thoughtfully against her chin.

“So,” Sammi began, her voice carrying her usual excitement, “Renee Vivien’s in Japan. It’s 1907. She’s soaking up the culture, and bam—she meets her. The one. The perfect modern Japanese woman of the era.”

Eriko smiled faintly, her dark eyes glinting with interest. “What makes her modern? We should be precise. Modernity in 1907 Japan meant balancing traditional aesthetics with Western influence.”

Sammi grinned. “She’s got the best of both worlds. Maybe she runs a tea house but secretly reads French poetry at night. She wears kimono, but her ideas are bold and forward-thinking.”

Eriko nodded, jotting something in her notebook. “She could be the daughter of a progressive family. Someone who values both tradition and new perspectives. And perhaps she meets Vivien at a cultural salon—one where ideas flow as freely as the tea.”

Sammi tilted her head, her green eyes narrowing playfully. “You’re seeing yourself in this girl, aren’t you?”

Eriko’s cheeks tinged pink, though her expression remained calm. “And you’re seeing yourself in Vivien, no?”

Sammi laughed, leaning back on her hands. “Well, maybe. I mean, Vivien was a rebel, right? Always pushing boundaries, chasing love and beauty wherever she went. Sounds a bit like me.”

“And the Japanese woman,” Eriko continued, her tone soft but firm, “is introspective, thoughtful, but willing to embrace change when inspired. Perhaps a little like me.”

They exchanged a glance, the unspoken connection passing between them. They both knew they were weaving pieces of themselves into the story, just as they had always done in their shared creations.


Renee Vivien Meets Chiyo

They began to write.

Renee Vivien arrived in Japan in late spring, her soul weary from her tempestuous life in Europe but alight with curiosity. Her reputation as a poet preceded her, and she found herself invited to an exclusive cultural salon in Tokyo. There, she was introduced to Chiyo, the daughter of a progressive scholar and a talented artist in her own right.

Chiyo was dressed in an exquisite kimono, the patterns subtly modernized with a bold use of color. Her demeanor was demure yet captivating, and when she spoke, her words carried an intelligence and warmth that drew Renee in immediately.

Over the course of several weeks, the two women grew close. Renee found herself enchanted by Chiyo’s ability to blend tradition with modernity. They walked through temple gardens, discussing poetry and philosophy. Chiyo shared her love of Japanese art, while Renee introduced her to French literature. One evening, on a boat drifting across the still waters of West Lake, their hands brushed, and they exchanged a glance that spoke volumes.


A Shared Reflection

Sammi paused, reading aloud what they had written so far. “It’s romantic, don’t you think? The garden walks, the lake… I can see it so clearly.”

Eriko, who had been scribbling notes in the margin, looked up. “It’s not just romantic. It’s… us.”

Sammi blinked, her smile softening. “What do you mean?”

Eriko placed her notebook on the table, her gaze steady. “Renee and Chiyo are mirrors. Renee’s vibrancy, her boldness, reminds me of you. And Chiyo, her quiet strength and her love of tradition, feels like me. Writing their story is like exploring us—how we balance each other, how we inspire each other.”

Sammi’s eyes shimmered with emotion. “I didn’t even think of it that way, but… you’re right. They’re us in a way, but from another time and place.” She leaned forward, reaching for Eriko’s hand. “And you know what? I think Renee and Chiyo should have their happy ending. No tragic separation, no heartbreak.”

Eriko smiled, her fingers lacing with Sammi’s. “Agreed. A story where love endures, despite the challenges.”


The Ending They Deserved

In the story’s final scenes, Renee and Chiyo sat together under the cherry blossoms, their bond cemented by shared experiences and mutual admiration. Renee would eventually return to Europe, but not without a promise to write Chiyo into every poem, to carry her essence in every word.

And Chiyo, in her quiet way, vowed to always look westward, knowing a part of her heart would remain with Renee across the seas.


Back to Reality

When they finished, Sammi leaned back with a contented sigh. “I think we nailed it. It’s romantic, poetic, and hopeful.”

Eriko closed her notebook, her expression serene but warm. “It’s a reflection of us—our differences, our connection, and how we bring out the best in each other.”

Sammi grinned, pulling Eriko into a spontaneous hug. “We’re like a time-traveling power couple, aren’t we? Writing stories and making history.”

Eriko chuckled softly, resting her head on Sammi’s shoulder. “Yes. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As the afternoon light faded into evening, they sat together, their story complete and their bond stronger than ever. Through Renee and Chiyo, they had glimpsed another version of themselves—a love enduring across time and cultures, as timeless as the words they’d just written.



Thursday, December 12, 2024

Sammi & Eriko - a philosophical dream excursion to Song Hangchou's West Lake

 

Eriko’s Story

It was a gray Sunday afternoon, the kind where time seemed to stretch indefinitely, inviting deep contemplation. Eriko sat at her desk, her long black hair tied loosely back, and her laptop open to a blank document. Beside her was a cup of jasmine tea, its fragrance mingling with the faint scent of rain outside.

Eriko’s thoughts swirled with a blend of history and imagination, inspired by her latest readings. She’d been immersing herself in the works of Thomas Aquinas and the vibrant culture of Song dynasty Hangzhou. Somewhere along the way, an idea had taken hold: What if Thomas Aquinas had journeyed to Song Hangzhou in the 1240s? The thought of Aquinas, with his towering intellect and methodical theology, exchanging ideas with the refined scholars and poets of Hangzhou, was irresistible.

Her fingers began to dance across the keyboard.


The Story Within the Story

In Eriko’s tale, Aquinas arrived in Hangzhou as part of a delegation seeking to build bridges between East and West. The city dazzled him—its canals shimmering with reflections of pagodas, its marketplaces alive with merchants, and its scholars eager to share their philosophies.

The climax of the story took place on a boat excursion on West Lake. Aquinas found himself surrounded by Chinese sages and a group of young women renowned for their intellect and poetry. Their discussions flowed as smoothly as the lake’s waters, moving from metaphysical questions to lyrical recitations. One young woman, with an incisive wit and a gift for weaving metaphors, captivated Aquinas with her ability to challenge even his most deeply held assumptions.

In the story, Aquinas was humbled, inspired, and transformed by the encounter—a subtle reflection of Eriko’s own reverence for intellectual exchange and the way she imagined herself in such a setting.


Sammi Reads the Draft

Later that evening, Eriko was still immersed in editing when Sammi appeared in the doorway. Her red hair was slightly disheveled, and she was wearing one of Eriko’s oversized sweaters, her hands wrapped around a mug of cocoa.

“Still at it?” Sammi asked, her voice soft but curious.

Eriko looked up, smiling faintly. “Just finishing something.”

Sammi leaned over the desk, squinting at the screen. “Mind if I read?”

Eriko hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Go ahead.”

Sammi perched on the armrest of Eriko’s chair, scrolling through the document. At first, her expression was one of intrigue—her lips curling into a smile at the vivid descriptions of Hangzhou, her brows raising at the philosophical exchanges. But as she read further, her smile faltered, replaced by something thoughtful, almost contemplative.

When she finished, Sammi leaned back, looking at Eriko with a playful pout. “So… let me get this straight. You’re writing a story where you’re basically Thomas Aquinas, hanging out with brilliant Chinese scholars and dazzling everyone with your wisdom?”

Eriko blinked, surprised. “I’m not—he’s not me.”

Sammi crossed her arms, smirking. “Oh, come on, Eriko. You don’t have to admit it, but it’s pretty obvious. The way you describe the intellectual exchanges? The admiration the characters have for Aquinas? That’s you, babe.”

Eriko flushed slightly, her composure slipping. “That’s… a stretch. I admire his ideas, yes, but—”

Sammi leaned closer, cutting her off with a mischievous grin. “And what about that young woman on the boat? The one who’s brilliant, poetic, and challenges him? She’s totally me.”

Eriko’s cheeks turned pink, and she looked away, her voice softer. “She may have been… inspired by you.”

Sammi laughed, wrapping her arms around Eriko from behind. “I knew it. You can’t fool me, Ms. Philosopher. But, you know, I don’t need a story to tell me how much you admire me. You could just say it.”

Eriko let out a soft laugh, leaning back into Sammi’s embrace. “I thought the story would be… more subtle.”

“Subtle is overrated,” Sammi teased, kissing the top of her head. “But I love it. And I love that you see yourself in Aquinas. I mean, it makes sense—you’re both brilliant, introspective, and way too hard on yourselves.”

Eriko sighed, the tension leaving her shoulders. “Thank you, Sammi. For reading it… and for understanding.”

Sammi tightened her embrace. “Always. Now, let’s go make some tea and talk about how I would totally dominate one of those philosophical debates on the boat.”

Eriko chuckled, allowing herself to be led to the kitchen, her heart lighter. Sammi’s presence, as always, was the perfect counterbalance to her deep, cerebral tendencies—reminding her that love, laughter, and connection were just as profound as any philosophy.



Thursday, December 5, 2024

Eriko’s Midnight Study Session

Eriko’s Midnight Study Session

The apartment was cloaked in the stillness of late night. The only sound was the faint rustle of pages as Eriko sat at the small desk in the corner of the living room, her lamp casting a pool of golden light around her. The rest of the apartment lay in shadow, the world outside silent under a blanket of stars.

Eriko’s brow was furrowed in thought, her long black hair falling over her shoulder as she scribbled notes in the margins of the thick book in front of her: Alexander of Aphrodisias’ Commentary on Aristotle’s Metaphysics. The dense text absorbed her completely, its exploration of causality and existence holding her mind captive.

But in the bedroom, Sammi stirred.

She reached out instinctively for Eriko, only to find her side of the bed empty. With a sleepy groan, Sammi sat up, her fiery red hair a messy halo around her face. She rubbed her eyes and squinted at the faint glow coming from the living room.

“Eriko,” she mumbled to herself, swinging her feet to the floor. “It’s 2 a.m. What is she doing now?”


The Intervention

Sammi shuffled into the living room, her steps soft against the floor. She paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame as she took in the sight of Eriko, completely engrossed in her work. A faint smile tugged at Sammi’s lips—she loved Eriko’s focus, the way she poured herself into her thoughts with an intensity that could rival the philosophers she adored.

But Sammi also knew how much Eriko needed her rest, even if Eriko herself refused to admit it.

“Eriko,” Sammi called softly, her voice cutting through the quiet.

Eriko didn’t look up, her pen scratching another note into the margin. “Hmm?”

“It’s late,” Sammi said, stepping closer. “Come back to bed.”

Eriko glanced up briefly, her expression apologetic but determined. “Just a little longer, Sammi. I’m at a critical point in Alexander’s commentary on the Unmoved Mover.”

Sammi crossed her arms, tilting her head. “The Unmoved Mover can wait. You, my love, are very much moved—and very much sleep-deprived.”

Eriko gave a faint smile at Sammi’s playful tone but turned back to the book. “I promise, just ten more minutes.”


Sammi’s Persuasion

Sammi sighed, her hands on her hips as she considered her next move. Eriko was stubborn when it came to her studies, but Sammi had learned that gentle persistence often won out.

Without a word, she slipped behind Eriko and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, resting her chin on top of Eriko’s head. Eriko stiffened slightly in surprise but soon relaxed into Sammi’s embrace.

“You’re warm,” Eriko murmured, her pen pausing mid-note.

“And you’re tired,” Sammi replied, her voice soft. “I get that this is important to you, but so is resting. How are you going to analyze metaphysical principles tomorrow if you’re running on no sleep?”

Eriko hesitated, her gaze drifting back to the page. “It’s not just about tomorrow. It’s… these ideas, Sammi. They keep me awake. They feel so close, like I’m on the verge of understanding something profound.”

Sammi smiled, her hands gently squeezing Eriko’s shoulders. “I know. That’s one of the things I love about you—how you never stop searching for meaning. But you know what else is profound?”

“What?” Eriko asked softly, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Sammi kissed the top of her head. “The fact that your body and mind need rest. And the fact that your very cute girlfriend is waiting in bed and wants to cuddle you.”

Eriko laughed quietly, finally setting her pen down. “When you put it that way…”


A Quiet Resolution

Sammi reached over and closed the book gently, her smile widening as Eriko didn’t protest. “Come on,” she said, taking Eriko’s hand and pulling her to her feet. “Alexander can wait. I, however, cannot.”

Eriko let herself be led back to the bedroom, her hand warm in Sammi’s. As they settled into bed, Sammi curled up against her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Thank you,” Eriko murmured, her voice drowsy but sincere. “For reminding me to pause.”

Sammi kissed her shoulder, her voice soft in the darkness. “Always. Now sleep, love. The Unmoved Mover will still be there in the morning.”

And as Eriko drifted off, the weight of philosophy and sleepless nights giving way to warmth and quiet comfort, Sammi smiled to herself. She didn’t need Aristotle to tell her—moments like this were the essence of happiness.




Wednesday, December 4, 2024

Sammi + Eriko: an evening of unwinding

 

An Evening of Unwinding

The winter sun had already set by the time Sammi and Eriko unlocked the door to their apartment. Both women carried the invisible weight of their workday, though they greeted each other with the warmth of two people who had long ago learned how to find solace in one another.

Eriko had spent the day navigating the labyrinth of software business processes—an intricate dance of logic, precision, and endless emails. Her head buzzed with diagrams and workflows as she slipped off her shoes, placing them neatly by the door. Sammi, on the other hand, had been in full charm mode, rallying coworkers and fielding questions about the upcoming changes to the company’s operations. Her lively personality had helped, but by the end of the day, even her boundless energy felt frayed.


Settling In

Sammi set her bag down and stretched dramatically, her fiery red hair catching the soft glow of the living room lamp. “Alright,” she announced, “we need a reset. What are we feeling? Food, tea, or couch coma?”

Eriko glanced at her, her dark eyes softening despite her exhaustion. “Couch coma sounds… sufficient,” she said, her voice quiet but carrying a hint of humor.

Sammi grinned. “Couch coma it is.” She headed to the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, “But not without snacks!”

While Sammi rummaged through the cabinets, pulling out a mix of savory crisps and leftover cookies, Eriko changed into her favorite soft sweater and leggings. By the time she returned, Sammi had set up their little snack station on the coffee table and was fluffing up the couch cushions.


The Ritual of Reconnection

They sank into the couch, their shoulders brushing as they settled in. Sammi handed Eriko a cup of her favorite herbal tea and then tucked a blanket around both of them, grinning as she made sure Eriko was cocooned.

“So,” Sammi began, popping a crisp into her mouth, “who was more annoying today—software glitches or coworkers resisting change?”

Eriko considered for a moment, her lips quirking into a small smile. “A glitch, at least, doesn’t try to convince you it’s right.”

Sammi burst out laughing, the sound filling the room with a warmth Eriko hadn’t realized she’d needed. “Fair point,” Sammi said, nudging her with her elbow. “But at least you didn’t have to hear ‘but we’ve always done it this way!’ fifty times.”

Eriko chuckled softly, leaning her head against Sammi’s shoulder. “We should swap jobs for a day. I’d like to see you untangle a flowchart.”

“And I’d like to see you charm grumpy Jerry from Accounting into a new system!” Sammi shot back, her eyes twinkling.


A Quiet Escape

After the laughter subsided, they sat in companionable silence, nibbling on snacks and letting the weight of the day melt away. Sammi flipped through streaming options until she landed on a gentle, whimsical movie that neither of them had seen but both instantly agreed upon.

As the movie played, Eriko’s head began to droop, her weariness catching up with her. Sammi noticed and shifted slightly so that Eriko could rest her head in her lap. Running her fingers gently through Eriko’s long, dark hair, Sammi smiled down at her.

“You know,” Sammi said softly, “days like this don’t matter so much when I know I get to come home to you.”

Eriko’s lips curved into the faintest smile, her eyes still closed. “You make it easier, Sammi. Always.”

They stayed like that for the rest of the evening—wrapped in warmth, snacks forgotten, the movie playing softly in the background. For all the complexities of their work lives, moments like this reminded them of the simple, enduring joy of being together.

And when Eriko finally drifted off to sleep, Sammi stayed awake a little longer, content just to hold her, letting the world fade away.