Outnumbered

I lean against the single woman in my life, and she turns her head to place her lips against mine. The kiss is gentle and warm, and I wonder if we could keep warm enough to have sex out here under the brilliant spectacle of the aurora borealis.

Seri pulls away and snuggles against me with her head on my chest. I wrap both arms around her and glance down. Her eyes are closed, and she’s smiling—perfectly content in my embrace.

When I first found Seri and Iris and Netti, I felt outnumbered. Over time, I got used to the idea of three women inside of one body. Now that they have merged into one, adjusting has been easier. Though I sometimes miss the others, I know I’ll be content with my one and only Seri.

I still have my demons, and I’m still a loner. The bombardment of violent images that used to haunt me has abated. With Seri in my life, perhaps they will disappear completely. I still remain awkward and often unable to “open up” and express myself, but Seri understands and encourages me. She’s there for me, and I am there for her. That’s what a relationship is supposed to be about, isn’t it?

Hell if I know.

I’m just glad she’s here beside me on a bearskin rug. I’m happy she’s satisfied to live a simple life with me in a tiny cabin surrounded by this beautiful, snow-covered landscape.

Just the two of us.

~~The End~~