A/N: I mostly wrote this out of disappointment that I couldn't find any already, so I scribbled this out quickly. I do not own Passing.

"I don't know how you can live that way, Clare. You're living a lie."

"More than one, Rene."

"Don't you dare bring that up."

"Why not? It is you and me. Just you and me. I think about you constantly. You are just as kind and caring and beautiful as you ever were. How could I stop loving you?"

Irene turned away from her. She had given in to her impulse twice before and she could not afford another indulgence.

"You need to leave. I need you to leave."

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"No. Neither you nor I want me to leave."

Irene grabbed Clare's hand and placed her other hand on Clare's back to guide her out. This was a mistake. She may have stayed as beautiful as when Clare last saw her, but Clare was more lovely than Irene had ever seen her.

Clare pulled her arm free. "I do not want to leave. Please."

"If you will not leave, then I must." Irene left and shut the door harshly behind her. She only made it halfway down the stairway before she tore back into the room, cupped Clare's face in her hands and indulged for the third time.

The kiss was decadent, the culmination of years of wanting from both women.

Irene could not say what would happen in the next hour or day or year. She could not envision what possible way she could go from this place. She decided to only consider the future one minute in advance for now. That was easy. She would spend the next minute embracing, kissing and caressing Clare Kendry. That minute she knew.