Hey Soul Sister !

Kennedia had been awake for sometime. However the summer sun drifting through the window and the very nature of a lazy Sunday made her stay in bed. Everything was warm and comfortable cozy in her light summer nightgown and her light summer sheets. So instead of getting up and getting dressed she eased herself into a calm meditation. Many people were under the wrong impression. Thinking that meditation was reserved for sitting cross legged with your hands in 'perfection' signs on yours knees. That it required the repetition of the tone 'ooom'. These people were incorrect. Falling victim to a silly stereotype. Kennedia laid still on her back, closed her eyes and truly felt her body. Acutely aware of her skin and muscle and the springs beneath her body. Acutely aware of her breathe. How it filled up her chest with a calm cooling and exited with gentle pressure of muscles, taking red hot negativity with it.

The trouble with sharing a room was largely born from the acts of others. Chan and Mary getting up and rustling around with their clothes and lives was terribly distracting. The Inuit girl's narrow eyes peeking up a tiny crack with each girl's activity. Her inner calm gone completely as the last of the two prepared and left. Kennedia felt the curls of a sly smile grow of her face. Like a pea plants little greedy tendrils. She sat up and tossed her pale blue sheets off. Quickly and quietly padding over to the bed of the first person she could call her lover and also her best friend. Although no number of people would ever really deter Kitty, Kennedia always preferred the time when it was just the two of them. A time easily within her reach now.

It was hard not to take a moment to pause. Kitty looked as lovely as ever asleep in her bed. The smooth chocolaty sweetness of her skin. Sometimes Kennedia was actually afraid to touch it. Like the girl might just melt away like a figment of Kenny's imagination. The only thing keeping Kennedia from believing that was that fact she doubted herself much that her mind could invent anyone as lovely a soul as Kitty. She'd come to learn that Kitty was purely honest in not judging her, but other's weren't nearly as forgiving and kind. Unable to resist, nor did she want to, Kennedia climbed on to the open room in the bed next to the girl. The movement of the matress enough to begin waking her. As she stirred Kennedia leaned down and pressed her lips happily to the prone girl's. One of her hands finding her way into her hair on pure instinct. She pulled back after a moment and smiled sweetly with a bit of guilty pleasure, clearly quite pleased with her quick morning thinking.

"Good Morning my beautiful Kitty. I'm sorry. I just had to wake you up. Mary and Chan just left and I wanted you all to myself."

It wasn't often tat Kitty spelt late, even now, but here at Saint Christina's, she'd learnt pretty quickly that good things happened if she did. It was a Sunday too, so there was no need for her to get up today, and though Chan and Mary's movements had disturbed her, she'd stayed put, drifting back into a light sleep. The dreams weren't bothering her today, thankfully, she was content to just lay here on her nice, soft bed, and sleep. It didn't last much longer though, once the movement in the room had stopped, the movement in her bed began. Kenny was coming over, and as kitty awoke, properly this time, she kissed back, deeply, without even thinking about it.

"Good morning Kenny." she replied, speaking softly as she pulled a bare arm out from beneath the sheets, reaching up to stroke her fingers along Kenny's cheek. "Don't be sorry, I've been waiting for you." she continued with a soft smile, pushing the sheets back invitingly and revealing the white nightgown she wore. It was a little on the short side, but far, far longer than anything her husband would have approved of. Even owning it wasn't something he'd have liked, but Kenny, and everyone else on the island, was so much nicer than him. She knew she shouldn't think like that, but how could she not? Kenny wasn't going to put her in the box, even if she for some reason didn't do what she was told to, and if she behaved herself, no-one else would either!

Smiling softly, she began to sit up and leaned over to kiss Kenny again, her hands staying away from her roomate's hair this time, instead slipping the straps of her own nightgown off of her shoulders and taking her arms out of them, keeping her lips pressed to her roommate's. Only then did she embrace Kenny properly, gently pulling the other girl closer to her. There was no better way to wake up than this, no better way to spend a morning than with Kenny, as she was sure she was about to. Everything was so different here, and Kitty was loving every moment of it. Once their lips eventually parted, she gently nudged the straps of Kenny's nightgown away too, but as always, she'd be letting her roommate take things from there.

It was always a delicate balance between the two of them. One on hand you had Kennedia: entirely inexperienced beforehand and ever cautious, and then Kitty: more experienced and reckless than any girl her age ever ought to be. A person might assume that Kitty would be the more aggressive lover in their situation. The driving force. Of course, to think such a thing would make it obvious you never once looked at Kitty's file, trained at birth to be submissive their roles were clearly laid out. It was Kennedia's call. Always. And as oddly virginal as she was when she met Kitty she was eager to learn and grown in most things, sex included. Kennedia turned to her sheer force of personality and intuition to fuel their time together. And Kitty's enthusiasm and encouragement certainly helped. So she grew, she learned and slowly but surely it was all becoming practiced.

Her confidence in it all had grown by now. Part of why she was so comfortable just walking across the dorm and climbing on to the other girl's bed. Kennedia knew more than enough now to know it would only be appreciated. Kenny happily slid in between the sheets with her and smiled into the kiss. Her hand sliding up Kitty's leg from knee to hip as the other girl pushed the straps of their nighties off their shoulders. Kennedia smiled as she removed them the rest of the way. Running an appreciative hand down her friend's body-along the line of inked stars-and kissing her neck in the interim. Then using a firm hand her pushed the girl's shoulder, forcing her back down on to the bed where Kennedia could crawl on top of her and kiss her the way a lover ought to. With pure passion, lust, and wandering generous hands.

Kennedia wasn't sure what Kitty would call them quite honestly. To an outward observer they were probably classified easily either as exceptionally close friends or a couple or both. But Kitty still spoke of her 'husband' or being married, which kind of rubbed Kennedia the wrong way. Not enough to say anything but enough to feel a slight sting of hurt and sympathy when it came up. It was obvious the man had mistreated her, and not in the way Kitty might like, even if only for a time. Kennedia hoped that she ranked a little higher in Kitty's mind, but she held back on asking. She was sure Kitty would either be a little too honest or lie outright out of obedience. Kenny wasn't sure which would be worse.

After some foreplay build of touching, eager french kissing, and a bit of rolling around; Kenny pulled back and locked eyes with the other girl. The spark of arousal was obvious in her dark eyes, as way the strong warmth of affection. As giving as she was Kenny couldn't resists the temptation of Kitty's talents any longer. In a selfish motion she reached out for her shoulders again and pressed her down, guiding the girl beneath the covers to her inviting wide open legs. As tragic as her upbringing may have been, it was hard to deny it had developed Kitty into something of a god-sent sexually. It wasn't long before she had Kenny stiffling moans and gripping the sheets around them.

However, it was in this passion that something unbelievable happened. In the midst of her disjointed and fragmented thoughts came flashes as white hot as their passion.

Water.

Puddles.

Flooding.

A wall tumbling down.

Rocks.

Crashing Waves.

Disaster.

Her eyes open as wide as her feature allowed. Hurried, she formally moaned mentions of the other girl's named turned to frantic ones as she reached beneath the covers to pull Kitty up by her arm. Kennedia's voice held a horrified tone when she heard it. Almost as if it had come from thin air instead of her own lips.

"The island's going to sink."

Kitty was no stranger to sex, far from it. For as long as she could remember, it had been a central part of her life, weather she wanted it or not. She'd learned very early on that she could never say no, but with Kenny, something was different. She didn't know what it was about her roommate, there was just...something about her that Kitty couldn't quite describe. Sex with Kenny was a thousand times better than with anyone else, a million times better than with her husband. Deep down, she knew she'd never see him again, and that that was a good thing, but they were still married! He'd beaten into her what he thought that meant during her time in his truck, not a lesson easily forgotten.

She was a little surprised about being pulled out from under the covers so soon, but predictably didn't protest. Slipping her arms around the other girl, she began to smile, though that look soon left her face as she heard what her lover was saying. "Wh...what do you mean?" she asked, squeezing Kenny a little tighter against herself, her eyes widening. "Are you sure?" she squeaked, glancing at the window. Islands didn't just sink, did they? She had to admit, geography class wasn't one she paid a lot of attention in, but they wouldn't have moved out here if there was a risk of that happening, surely?

"Is there something we can do to make sure? I mean, you were kinda distracted..." she continued, slowly sitting up, letting the covers fall away from her. "We have to tell someone." she continued, glancing over at the window again. How long did they have? Was there going to be long enough to evacuate? Kitty certainly hoped so, dying on a sinking island was not how she thought she'd go out, not that she'd really considered it very much. "We're gonna be fine, right?" she asked, sounding worried, a hand moving towards her lover's, taking a gently hold and squeezing a little. "I don't wanna drown."

It seemed as though her heart had encompassed the room. Swallowing the girl's and all their worldly possessions whole and thunder around them. Filling Kennedia's ears with quickly quickening drum beats. Everything felt slow. At the worst possible time too. There was no time for slow-motion when you're home was doomed. That sort of thing was saved for epic block buster movies with no real danger. Reality required an urgency that directors and photographers forgot, or at least tossed aside for the benefit of heart-wrenching drama. Real life didn't need to create drama. It was already terrifying and suspenseful enough.

Kennedia's horror was so quickly dragging her away from reality but the squeeze of Kitty's arms around her brought her back. She blinked hard, trying to reel in her mind, still flashing with sparks of pictures. The full images slipping away and leaving ghosts in their wake. She wanted them gone whole-heartedly, but then... what if she needed them? Oh if only she could reach into her brain and simply pluck them out. Hold them like photos made of film and pulp and light. Close them in books away from her eyes and only keep them as proof to non-believers. No, instead she was going to have to use other parts of her. Lips, teeth and tongue to form words. Words that were poor weapons and shoddy tools at best. No one believed her back in Rhode Island... what could she do to make them believe now when everyone's life truly depended on it?

"I'm sure. It was so clear," she said, slowly sitting up. Her feet tucking under her bottom and the sheets falling free of her. Her gaze seemed to look through Kitty for the moment, far off in her thoughts. "Clearer than anything I've seen. It...It must have been our energies together. I could see it like a movie playing out in my head... It's going to start w-with an earthquake...." Kitty's hand brought her back enough for Kennedia to look down to it. Interlacing their fingers and squeezing tight. Kennedia could say how this story ended, but she didn't want to scare her any more than necessary if at all possible. "You're right. We need to tell everyone now. Get dressed, we'll go to the courtyard. There'd be the most people there." Kennedia nodded quickly and climbed off the bed, pulling Kitty and her hand with her. Once the girl's were standing Kennedia allowed herself to pause a moment. Just long enough to kiss the other girl, tight and pressure on her lips. She was scared sure, but it was important to her for Kitty to know her feelings even now.

Kennedia dressed quickly, not bothering for undergarments, socks, or shoes. She pulled on a ankle length peasant skirt and one of the many embroidered fair trade blouses from her wardrobe. Her hair hung down in a wild mess and Kennedia tried to breathe in strength and breathe out her fear. She took her pendulums and her two tarot card decks. Shoving them in her pockets. She paused by the door and took Kitty's hand as the girl joined her. Together they'd march out and spread the word. Warn them all before it was too late.