“Shhhhhh.  She’ll forgive you, she loves you…  Sorry I promised to shut up, ok Dane, enough now.”  Dana said and Lara put a soft hand to Dana’s cheek, making her look at her.

            “Never stop talking Dana, it’s part of who you are.”  Dana smiled at her; and Lara smiled back.  Dana rested her forehead against Lara’s, and their eyes met.  Pools of hazel, thought Dana as she leaned in and kissed Lara’s lips tenderly, tasting the salty tears of her sorrow.  Lara moaned softly, parting her lips and then suddenly snapping back to reality.

            “Oh!”  Dana said, covering her mouth and Lara pulled her into a hug;

            “S’ok.  We got over taken by the moment.  A slip of the tongue.”  Lara said gruffly; and Dana nodded into the hug.

            “Right.” 

*****

            Sam was lying on the couch, sleeping a peaceful sleep of the exhausted; Shane had called her and told her she’d be late.  Sam had eaten pizza and crashed out on the couch, soft jazz drifted from the TV. 

            Shane walked into the house, trying to make as little noise as possible.  She closed the door softly and saw Sam on the couch, the blue screen of the TV playing on her face.  She looked gorgeous, Shane thought.  A small smiled played on Shane’s lips, they’d fallen into the pattern of a married couple, and she felt no longing for anything more than the simplicity of being with her.  She walked over to Sam, kneeling next to her; studying her face.  A look of confusion covered Shane’s face.

            She traced a finger across Sam’s lips; seeing a huge gash with dried blood.  What sort of scuffle had Sam been in?  Shane gently kissed her cheek, letting her tongue graze the warm skin.  She pressed her fingers against Sam’s exposed belly, caressing the flesh of her wife.  A soft moan escaped her lips as she started to wake, Shane moved upwards, finding an already hard nipple and squeezed gently. 

            “Honey?”  Sam said thickly, her voice filled with a ***** desire that only made Shane want her more. 

            “The one and only…”  Shane tugged the nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger and Sam’s grey eyes popped open.  The smile on Sam’s face was priceless as she kissed Shane’s velvety lips; wincing as she remembered the split lip.