AN: I didn't specifically plan for this chapter to be ready today, but it worked out beautifully, so here, have some lovely lesbian sex! Happy Valentine's Day!

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Despite her mother's doubts, it was only a few weeks later by human measurement of time that Gilda was able to return to Charlie's world. She had absolute belief in her powerful love's ability to bring her back to where her thoughts and heart now dwelt, wherever Charlie was.

So one day, in the early evening when Charlie was walking in the park after work, the air before her shimmered and sparkled and Gilda stepped through the veil.

Charlie was sitting on a swing, thinking. She knew she should leave soon because the park was technically closed; it wasn't just getting dark, it was now fully dark. She sighed and swung once, hopping off at the apex of the swing's rise.

"Charlie!"

Charlie froze. Pivoting on her heal, she turned to see what she couldn't believe she was seeing. Gilda stood before her, beaming with joy. Crickets sang in the grass. The water fountain in the duck pond turned off with a stuttering spurt. Charlie's face melted from paralyzing surprise into a huge smile and she broke into a sprint through the dusky darkness, running to be close to her fairy princess once again. They twined together in a tight embrace, kissing all over each other's faces. Charlie stroked Gilda's hair back from her face. "You're crying," she exclaimed.

Gilda sniffed and laughed softly. "I'm just so happy. It was so hard to find you, and I've been longing for you ever since I left."

Charlie kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't know why you never came back. I thought..." she hung her head. "Well, I had convinced myself that you didn't really like me all that much."

Gilda gasped. She grabbed Charlie's hair, pulled her head back, leaned over her with her hand at the arch of Charlie's back, and kissed her so hard that she would never doubt again how strongly she was loved. Gilda's joyful tears slicked between their faces like warm summer rain. They sank to their knees together in the grass.

"I love you," Gilda whispered when they parted to catch their breath.

Charlie grinned. She grasped onto the fabric at the shoulders of Gilda's dress, and she rolled herself down onto her back in the grass, pulling Gilda over on top of her. Gilda put her hand on Charlie's satiny cheek and pressed her mouth to Charlie's. They made out for a what could have been hours. They lost any sense of time, simply enjoying the feeling of being close, pressed together, cuddling on the grass, in the dark. Charlie's hands began to wander. She couldn't control herself. They were lying with their legs entangled, and Gilda's body was a soft and alluring shape moving under the luxurious fabric of her dress. Charlie's hand trailed down the curve of Gilda's back and pressed her hip, changing direction and running up the side of her ribs till it reached her underarm, feeling the side of her breast.

Charlie was delighted when Gilda followed suit with the hands and worked one hand under the waistband at the back of Charlie's jeans. Gilda caressed Charlie's butt, giving it a wholehearted squeeze. Giggling, Charlie lurched upward against Gilda's chest. Gilda rolled half off Charlie to lay along her side, her hand sliding around past her hip, still inside her pants. The hand made a graceful dive, two fingers straight and pressed together, slipping between Charlie's legs. Charlie breathed deeply, closing her eyes. She moved her right arm, sithering it through the grass above her head, groping for Gilda's other hand. Gilda, supported on her left elbow, gently plucked Charlie's hand from its blind search in the grass. She raised Charlie's hand and stretched to kiss it, then kissed Charlie's forehead, and bent to graze on her lips while her right hand continued to massage Charlie's clit.

Experiencing waves of pleasure building up inside her, and desperately wanting to reciprocate, Charlie grabbed the fabric at Gilda's waist and began cinching it upward with scrabbling fingers. She swept her arm under the hem when it came in reach and her fingers at last touched the soft, brown skin she had been dreaming of. Charlie cupped her hand around the back of Gilda's thigh and stroked upward, touching the curve of her buttocks, then rotating her hand and insinuating her fingers in between her legs from behind.

Gilda, flexing her hips, pressed her lips down on Charlie's fingers, welcoming them. With a small cry, Gilda writhed against Charlie, and shifted position, back on top of her. With both hands she swiftly unzipped Charlie's jeans and yanked off her panties. Gilda out one leg between Charlie's legs, and Charlie sat up. They pressed their clits together. They scissored, while kissing and embracing tightly, pumping their hips against each other, mouths open to gasp with the growing fire of unbearable pleasure rising between them.

Charlie felt it first, and yelped. "Gilda!" she squealed, and wrapped her arms around her lover's shoulders as if holding on for dear life.

"Oh! OH!" Gilda cried out delicately, sweetly. Charlie buried her face in Gilda's hair, smiling against her neck, riding out her own orgasm, and then Gilda began to orgasm, twitching against Charlie, gulping in huge breaths that expanded her hot breasts against Charlie's.

After several moments they relaxed, and sat up, looking at each other. They whispered a little and giggled, then began to kiss sweetly again.

After several hours of making love, and multiple orgasms, the two lay exhausted in the cool, Summer midnight air, arms wrapped around each other, naked but with their clothes draped over them as makeshift blankets. They talked sleepily, trying to stay awake. Eventually they would have to leave the park, Charlie to her home and Gilda back to fairyland. But for now, they had no motivation to do more than hold each other and rest their faces together, occasionally pecking sweet kisses.