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Kristin did when looking into Molly's.

Molly lowered her head slowly until her lips were scant millimeters from Kristin's. She

searched the blue eyes carefully, thoroughly, before settling her mouth onto Kristin's. She

kissed her softly, the gentleness of their contact masking the underlying lust that had

begun to burn deep in her belly. She increased the pressure slightly and felt Kristin's

mouth open beneath hers. An inadvertent moan escaped her and she shifted her position so

she was lying directly on top of Kristin, her knees on either side of Kristin's thighs.

Kristin's hands were on her face, holding her head as she pushed her tongue into the

warmth of Molly's mouth. They kissed for what felt like years, lips and tongues melding

together until it was impossible to tell who began and ended where.

Molly finally wrenched herself away, air becoming a must. She pushed up on all fours,

surprised by the heat their bodies were generating. She sat up on Kristin's hips and

shrugged the covers off her shoulders, smiling down at Kristin.

"Warm?" Kristin asked.

Molly nodded. "Your fault."

"I don't think so. You're the hot one here." Kristin caught the lapel of Molly's pajama top with her fingers and tugged Molly forward so she was on all fours again. As she unfastened

the buttons down the front of the shirt, she whispered, "I want to see you."

Molly's heart skipped a beat at the sheer primal need in the

words. Her arousal cranking up another notch, she held her breath as Kristin pushed the

flannel open, revealing her breasts, now covered in gooseflesh despite the warmth of the

room. She gasped when she felt Kristin's fingers working at the waistband of her pants.

"All of you," Kristin said, a pleading note lacing the demand. "I want to see all of you." She tugged at the flannel and the panties beneath it, using her hands and then her feet to pull

the fabric off her wife. Molly sat up again, still straddling Kristin, her bottom half now

naked and her shirt hanging open. Kristin's breath hitched in her throat as she looked at

the vision poised above her. She watched as Molly's nipples hardened under her scrutiny,

then she pushed the shirt off Molly's shoulders. It left more gooseflesh in its wake as it

slipped down her arms.

Sliding her hands back and forth over the skin of Molly's hips, Kristin stared, struck

speechless by the beauty laid bare before her. Molly often complained of her shortcomings

—her breasts were too small, her hips were too wide, she was too short. But Kristin never

agreed with any of it. Molly was a beautiful woman, wonderfully proportioned and gloriously

feminine. Kristin loved her compact size and used to joke about how it was easier for her

to reach every part of Molly that way.

Ever since their first night together, Kristin loved to simply look at her. She could still

remember the exact moment when she'd removed the last article of Molly's clothing and

had seen her naked for the very first time. It had been like unwrapping a gift...an exquisite and breathtaking gift. Now, she felt that same joy. She couldn't pull her eyes away—she

could barely blink—as she watched her own hand trail upward and capture one breast,

kneading it in her palm, feeling the solidness of the nipple pushing into her. Molly's small

intake of breath and the twitch of her hips only served to excite Kristin further, and she

squeezed more firmly. Her other hand occupied the opposite breast and soon Molly was

arching her back slightly. When she threw her head back and pushed her chest

commandingly forward, her body bathed in the ethereal blue of the moonlight, Kristin

thought Molly was nothing short of a goddess. Hot and unexpected tears filled her eyes.

Molly gasped when Kristin's fingers zeroed in on her hypersensitive nipples. Despite what

they'd gone through over the last months, Kristin obviously hadn't forgotten how

responsive her body was when it came to her breasts. The pinching and pumping and rolling

forced guttural sounds to push their way from her throat. She was conscious of others

in the house and tried to control herself, but the feeling was almost too much. She

concentrated so hard on keeping quiet that she didn't notice Kristin's slight change in

focus until fingers slipped between her thighs, sliding through the hot, silky wetness she

was sure she must be leaving in pools. A cry did escape her then; she couldn't help it. She

clamped a hand over her own mouth as Kristin smiled up at her. She fell forward so she

hovered over Kristin, propped on her knees and one hand.

"Shh," Kristin warned with a grin. "You want to wake the whole house?"

Molly's breath caught as she tried to respond—Kristin's fingers hadn't stopped their

gentle probing, slicking along her engorged flesh with maddening precision. "Your fault,"

she said for the second time.

Kristin's expression softened. "I can't help it. You're so fucking beautiful, I just can't help it."

"Kristin..." Molly's eyes drifted shut and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as Kristin's fingers explored her, and she rocked against the touch.

"Come here." Kristin hooked the back of Molly's neck with a wicked grin. "Maybe if I can keep that mouth busy, you'll stay quiet." Pulling her down, Kristin kissed her roughly, with reckless abandon, suddenly sure she couldn't possibly get enough. She slid her hand down

Molly's smooth back, cupping her ass tightly and pressing her closer. As she did so, she

parted her own knees, which forced Molly open farther and allowed Kristin's fingers

better access. Molly groaned and Kristin swallowed up every sound, every breath, never

wanting to break their contact. God, how she'd missed this! She'd been such a fool, such a

blind fool. Before she could berate herself further, Molly lifted her mouth away.

"Oh, God," she hissed as she squeezed her eyes shut. "Oh, God, Kristin. Yes.. .oh, my God..."

Kristin knew the chant well and knew what it meant. She felt a rush of wetness fill her own

panties in response as she pulled Molly's head to her shoulder, holding tightly and relishing the anticipation of what would happen next as she pressed more solidly with her fingers.

Molly's body exploded, her muscles spasming tightly. She grabbed a fistful of pillow in each

hand and buried her face in Kristin's shoulder as she ground herself down onto Kristin's

hand.

"Shh..." Kristin whispered in her ear. "I've got you. I've got you, baby."

Silence was impossible and she knew it, though Molly did her best to muffle what she could.

The climax was intense, the most intense she'd experienced in a long time and a hundred

times better than when she'd taken care of herself, which she'd been doing a lot lately.

The contractions continued periodically even as the rest of her body began to relax. And as

each muscle eased, Molly suddenly felt emotion. It was raw and it was powerful and it

raced up through her until her eyes fil ed with tears. She kept her face buried in Kristin's

shoulder, hoping the feeling would pass, but a sob escaped, tattling on her.

Instead of panicking, Kristin held her tighter as Molly tried not to cry. She'd suspected

they were coming, the tears of relief, joy, fear, love. She'd felt them herself and now they

ran out of her eyes and down the sides of her face as she held her sobbing wife.

"It's okay," she murmured in Molly's ear, still next to her lips. "It's okay, baby. I love you.

I love you so much and I've missed you so much. We're going to be okay. I promise."

She felt Molly nod against her shoulder, and the sobs eventually subsided into occasional

hiccups. Molly shifted her body so she slipped sideways and settled against Kristin.

"We can do this," Kristin said.

Molly nodded again. "You think so?"

"If we love each other, I think we can." It was a simple statement, and it would have never scared Kristin before. She'd never wondered about Molly's feelings for her until this week.

But even after seeing the unmistakable look on her face earlier in their lovemaking, she

felt fingers of doubt, of anxiety, tickling up her spine. Before Darby, it had never occurred to Kristin that she might have driven Molly too far away to ever get her back.

Molly pushed herself up enough so she could look Kristin squarely in the eye. Their tears

sparkled in the moonlight and they stayed like that, just looking at one another, for long

minutes.

"Do you still love me, Molly?" Kristin's voice was barely audible, her worry nearly choking her as she stroked Molly's bottom lip with her fingertips.

Molly captured and kissed the fingers. "With all my heart," she said. "I always have."

The breath Kristin had been unconsciously holding left her in an enormous whoosh and she

pulled Molly against her, squeezing her

eyes shut, sure she could never get her close enough. Thank God, she thought. Oh, thank

you, God.

"We're going to be okay," she said, repeating her reassurances. "We are. We can do this."

And for the first time in many, many months, she actually believed it.

SOPHIE AND LAURA

S

ophie wasn't sure what woke her up. A sound? A dream? She had no recollection of

anything other than opening her eyes. It was dark, late. She felt for the nightstand,

grabbing her watch and hitting the button that lit up the face.

3:12.

She groaned quietly, feeling suddenly awake. She shifted her position in the twin bed and

was surprised to feel weight near her feet. Lifting her head, she noticed Ricky curled up

near the foot of the bed. The moonlight was bright enough to allow her to see his brown

fur. He snuffled in his sleep and Sophie smiled, inexplicably happy that he'd chosen to bunk

with her. Despite her best efforts to remain cool and detached, she was really developing a

soft spot for the little guy.

Laura stirred in her sleep in the next bed. Sophie looked, but didn't see much more than a

mass of blond hair spilling across the quilt, though she knew from memory exactly what

Laura wore to bed: Winnie the Pooh boxer shorts and a very clingy white tank top. She

licked her lips at the recollection.

With a sigh, Sophie flopped her head back against her pil ow and thought about the week.

It had been an unexpected whirlwind of emotions, realizations, alcohol, food, fun,

discomfort, anger, and self-awareness. None of it was what she'd signed on for, but if she

was to be honest, she had to admit it had been an enjoyable experience. For the first time

in many months, she felt alive, like she might really be ready to move forward with her life.

It was clear to her now that she'd been oblivious to how stuck in a rut she really was. She

had always despised women who wallowed in their own self-pity, but she now knew that's

exactly what she'd been doing for a good six months. It was a new year. As good a time as

any to start fresh.

Laura stirred again, her legs moving under the covers, and whimpered quietly. Sophie

watched and waited, wondering if her bunkmate might be having a nightmare. Then she

inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.

Laura.

The midnight kiss came screaming back into her mind. It had been simple. Innocent. Hadn

't it? It was midnight on New Year's Eve, after all, and neither of them had a partner to

kiss. It only made sense that they'd kiss each other, rather than standing there twiddling

their thumbs. Laura had simply been braver and faster. Sophie would have done the same

thing, given more time. Wouldn 't she? She brought her fingers to her lips, absolutely

certain she could still feel the warm press of Laura's. It had only lasted a second or two,

but Sophie felt as if the kiss had been imprinted on her mouth for all eternity, as if she

could look in the mirror right this moment and see the faint shadow of where Laura's lips

had touched hers.

Movement came from Laura's bed once more and this time, she kicked off most of the

covers. Sophie stared with her heart in her throat as her eyes roamed over Laura's newly

exposed form as she slept, however fitfully. Her skin was pale, made even more so by the

light of the moon. Her legs were long and toned. Sophie thought about Laura's job and how

she must be on her feet all day. Even relaxed, her muscle definition was apparent. She had

nicely rounded hips, a slim waist, and modest breasts. All in all, Laura's body was beautiful, but it was her face that seemed to capture Sophie's attention the most. It was her

creamy-smooth complexion, the kindness in her eyes, and those damn dimples.

Sophie was startled out of her reverie by Laura's sharp intake of breath as she awoke with

a jolt. Her chest rising and falling with the rapid pace of her breathing, Laura put a hand to her eyes and pressed with her fingers as a subtle whimper issued from her throat.

Worried, Sophie was surprised to feel herself getting out of her own bed and taking the

few steps across the small room.

Laura watched her approach, her eyes drilling holes into her makeshift roommate,

uncertain whether or not she was fully awake or still clinging to the remnants of the dream.

Sophie sat on the edge of Laura's bed. "Hey," she whispered. "Are you okay?"

"Sophie."

Laura's eyes were black. Sophie could tel so even in the darkness of the night, and it sent

a twang through her body that was not unpleasant. "I'm right here. Did you have a bad

dream?"

Laura took Sophie's hand. When she spoke, her voice was raspy and hoarse with need.