-A Note: Hey Everyone. This story was originally posted by Lesbian Yoda for me. Now that I'm back on here and posting regularly, I was told that I should finally take ownership of it. I can't thank her enough for putting this story up for me and everything else she did for me at the time that I wrote this. So thank you again LesbianYoda. Thank you all (readers) for your comments last time. I was actually reading them all. So here it is, written and now posted by me...

Love Hidden in Black and White Shadows

It was a dark and stormy night.

"No that's too cliche. I sound like Snoopy."

An abandoned bar on the outskirts of town sits on a deserted street. It's a normal joint, the kind you'd walk right past without a second thought never knowing the complex secrets its walls might hide.

"Okay... Now we're starting to get somewhere... and by we I mean me... Oh never mind... Just write, damn it."

On this particular night you'd walk inside to find the place empty with clean-kept tables and a bar that's been wiped down too many times to count by a bored-stiff tender. He's itching to be able to close shop, eager to get an elusive early night off. Normally, he'd be more than happy to be alone with only two dames in his bar, but these two were different: they aren't interested in him and they never are. He almost couldn't hold in the exasperated groan when the dark-haired bombshell with legs for days and a face prettier than the angels' walked in. It was only a matter of time until the other would walk through the door and take away his thunder; grabbing every ounce of attention from the gorgeous chick with the raven hair. The clock teased him as it ticked on, the brunette not yet arriving as usual. Maybe, he'd finally get the chance to be alone with the beauty sitting across the room. Maybe he'd get lucky. His brief hope vanishes with a soft ring of a bell and the click-clack of heels. The new arrival barely acknowledges him before joining the other to get lost in their world together. He throws his towel on the bar a little too hard before wiping it down yet again in an attempt to ebb his ever-increasing boredom.

"Yes... Ok... This is working out well. Keep going..."

There's a certain intriguing air about the pair now sitting closer to each other than most women do. The electricity between them is enough to light up an entire city. The bartender can feel it and if there was anyone else in the place he was sure they'd feel it too. They try to play coy but he knows better than to be caught staring at the girls. They have some business to attend to and he knows they don't want anyone to hear of it, so he lets them be once he delivers their drinks.

"Yeah right... Like any guy would leave two women alone..."

He's tried to disturb them before with disastrous results. He can once again feel the ache in his jaw as he reminds himself of the last time he forced his presence on the ladies. The brunette wastes no time with the silly slapping business of the average dame and he'd rather not be on the receiving end of one of her punches again.

"That's better."

The pair consciously leaves enough room between them as to not raise suspicion but stay close enough to not give the bartender any more ideas. They want to move closer but a girl can get a reputation if she ain't careful at time like this. They are already risking a lot by meeting in public like this.

"Thank you for meeting me Paige," the dark-haired beauty speaks out as she nurses her drink. They link eyes for a moment but only a moment. They're too skittish to stare into the other's eyes for more than a fleeting second; afraid their wanting, lingering stares will betray their feelings for each other to the outside world.

"Of course," Paige replies with a small timid smile, "I'd never pass up a chance to see you Emily. I'd be an idiot if I did." Emily can't help but return the brunette's flashing smile. The effect Paige has on her is intoxicating and ever-increasing. She can't imagine how she'd ever snap outta her grasp but ever more intriguing is the fact that she doesn't want to. The brunette is everything she's ever wanted and with three simple sentences, spoken from perfectly pink, glossy lips, she almost forgets her agenda. She shakes her head in an attempt to cast off the thought of ruining the perfect curls on either side of Paige's face by running her eager hands through the carefully sculpted hair.

"Tension... Good tension..."

She knows she shouldn't think in such ways. These feelings should be reserved for men, as most women would agree, but the attraction is too strong, the emotions too deep and the longing too great to be ignored. She knows Paige feels it as well. She feels the same shame, if it could be called that, she can see the confliction in the girl's eyes. They are both so sure and proud of their feelings for the other but the fear of consequences rips through them like a tommy gun through the flesh of a mobster.

"What can I do for you," Paige inquires softly, breaking the short silence between them. She feels nervous and unsure due to the urgency of her secret girlfriend's request. She'd rather know sooner rather than later, with the hope her heart wasn't about to be broken.

"I need to ask you..." The rave-haired girl begins shakily. She's not sure how to construct her words despite contemplating them for the majority of the day. Paige can feel the beats of her heart growing closer to each other as she registers the pause and the dropped gaze of the girl.

"Time to bring on the drama... Ow! Shit... Why do I always try to crack my knuckles like that? It always hurts. Ok... Where was I? Oh yes drama."

"What Emily? What do you need to know?" She risks a glance at the other girl to try and comfort her with a soft supportive smile. Emily catches her smile but doesn't return it her nerves are too on edge, too jumpy from the question she's about to ask.

"I need to ask you about her, about Shana," she finally spits out.

"Dun, dun, dunnnn"

Paige drops her smile. She was nervous about the question but this wasn't what she expected. She drops her eyes to her glass as Emily continues to stare at the ornate tabletop and plays with the stem of her glass. An uncomfortable silence settles between them. As the tension mounts, the air becomes so thick you could cut it with a knife. Paige finally breaks the silence, "That was a long time ago."

"Not that long." Paige begins to wonder why her ex beau is suddenly in issue. They are over; no if, ands or buts about it. She turns to look at girl, not caring what anyone thought.

"I told you what happened," she says without missing a beat, "I'm sorry about what happened." Paige tries her best to convey her sincerity with her tone and her eyes. She's too afraid to reach out and grab the other's hand and hold her near.

"I'm not asking you to apologize," Emily clarifies as she meets the brunette's eyes with her own. She can barely finish her sentence before Paige speaks again.

"Then why are you asking me about her?" Her plea has urgency behind it. She wants to, no, needs to know why the issue has resurfaced. The silence returns as Emily briefly searches the brunette's face, trying desperately to string thoughts together in vain. The girls drop their gazes once again, neither sure of what to say.

"I thought about you when I was with her," Paige mumbles out quickly, "I can't believe I just said that. That's what a boy says when he cheats." She visibly shows disgust at her own words but can't help but adding more to the observation, "I feel almost normal." Emily can't take the guilt she sees the other beginning to form so she stops her talking with a gloved hand placed upon another. The gesture makes Paige tense slightly in the best way. Her skin tingles despite the barriers between their skins. Her heart begins to race as Emily's thumb rubs ever so slightly against her knuckles. Their gazes meet again, this time lasting more than a moment as they let the want and desire between them escalate. It takes every fiber of Paige's being to hold back from kissing her right then and there. She's saved when Emily breaks their gaze, becoming aware that the bartender is preventing them from being truly alone. The girls wonder if the bar can possibly get any cleaner while he wonders if they'll ever get up and leave his dingy little bar. He scowls at them as he continues to wipe away, in hopes that he can silently will them to leave. Paige seems to pick up on his unspoken clues like a regular P.I.

"Maybe I should go," she mutters in defeat with her head hung. She hates the idea of parting with Emily, even for a second.

"I'll go first," Emily begins to offer as she grabs her coat off the chair next to her.

"I don't mind," the brunette counters pleading with her eyes for Emily to relent. The raven-haired beauty scans the other girl's face and states an already well known fact.

"You always leave first," she says softly, "Aren't you afraid people will notice that too?" Her tone is soft and concerned. The last thing she wants is for anything to stop them from being together.

"I have to be first," Paige replies sincerely eliciting a concerned and questioning look from Emily.

"Why?"

"Because I can't stand to see you walk away from me," she admits as she stares into Emily's beautiful eyes. She sees Emily's face relax as a content understanding takes over but she drops her gaze with her head instead of continuing to stare into the other girl's eyes.

"Will I see you later?" Emily asks earnestly. Her words are dripping with hope that their time together is not yet over today. Her eyes are once again met by beautiful but sad brown eyes.

"I don't know," Paige offers. She too is hopefully but hesitant as she's not sure how it will look if they are caught seeing each other twice in the same day. She turns and heads for the door leaving Emily gazing after her. The dark-haired girl longs to call out her name and stop her departure but she refrains. It's in that moment she realizes the truth in Paige's words. It really is unbearable to watch her love walking away from her.

"Tension and love, perfect. Hmmmm... I think they've earned some sexy times together."

Later that night, a figure looms in the window pane as moonlight shines down upon the city. She stares out into the night, noting the stark contrast between moonlight and street lamps. Despite the light, shadows still pool in the crevices of alleys providing a perfect hideaway for those up to no good. She watches the night owls pacing the streets. Some are together and some are alone which makes her ponder if she'll ever be able to walk the streets hand-in-hand with her someone special or if she'll forever be one of the lonely walking down the dimly-lit street. She swallows hard as her thumb runs along her finger tips.

"So many people in this city. Why does it feel so lonely?" Her question is plain and dry, almost as if she knows an answer does not exist. So continues to stare out the window willing the cold dead of night to answer her. Instead, a figure approaches her slowly to stand by her side.

"You afraid of being lonely?" the beautifully soft voice inquires causing the pondering girl to turn and face her raven-haired beauty of a girlfriend.

"I'm afraid of being alone," she says with her arms crossed low along her chest. Her face reads of sadness and fear; emotions that are tough beasts to hold back. Emily's face relaxes into understanding as she realizes the fear she now knows they share.

"I won't let that happen," she offers, squaring her shoulders in certainty. Paige can hear and feel the strength of the girl in front of her as she turns and drops her hands to her sides. She wants so much to not be afraid and to be as certain as Emily is about their future together.

"I'm scared," she admits weakly with sad eyes.

"Me too," the dark-haired girl agrees but Paige can't believe it. If she wasn't looking into the girl's eyes, she wouldn't believe it but in reality she can see the slight fear apparent in the orbs staring deep into her.

"What if people find out?" She asks with a shaky, uneven voice. Emily takes a breath attempting to retain her disappearing composure.

"They will be," she breathes out, "insanely jealous of me."

"Of me," Paige says, correcting her with a single tear finding its way down her cheek.

"Of us," Emily replies correcting both of their statements. Paige can no longer contain her love and her longing to feel the other girl in her arms. She breathes out heavily before they close the space between each other, meeting their lips passionately with arms wrapped tightly around each other. A slight wind billows softly through the open windows as the moonlight silhouettes the lovers becoming lost in the feel and taste of the other's lips as they hunger for more.

"Oh that's so beautiful. Apparently, I'm more of a romantic than I thought."

Paige lets her hands roam the small of Emily's back. She wants to feel her, all of her. She pulls back to look into the raven-haired girl's dark eyes as her fingers play with the clasp of the belt behind Emily's back. The girl knows what Paige is silently asking because it's all she's dreamed of since the moment they met. She nods her head slightly, granting Paige the permission she needs before crashing their lips together once again. Their dresses hit the floor faster than a bullet out of gun, leaving only their slips and undergarments behind. Paige revels in the smooth skin of Emily's back as she guides her to lie down on the bed. Emily's eyes fill with passion and love as she gazes up at Paige hovering gently above her. The need for her lips grows unbearable so she pulls the girl down onto her, connecting their lips feverishly while slipping a couple fingers below the strap of Paige's bra in an effort to feel more of Paige's smooth and perfect skin. The heat between them begins to grow as...

"Spencer!" I hear someone from across the table yell as two fingers snap beneath my nose.

"What? Hmm?" I murmur as I tear my eyes from my paper and my thoughts from my daydream; my world suddenly back in Technicolor. When I look up, I find two sets of eyes peering at me in confusion. Both wear the same expression in different ways: Emily's eyebrows are knitted together and Paige's eyebrows are raised with her head cocked slightly as she leans on her elbows with her shoulders hunched towards me.

"What are you doing?" Emily asks me suspiciously. I begin to shake my head slightly. I know the embarrassment I will face if they know what I was daydreaming and writing about.

"What are you talking about?" I say trying to make my facial expression as neutral as possible. I don't want to lead them to ask any further questions.

"You keep staring at us and writing stuff down," Paige says matter-of-factly. "Then you started grinning and biting on the end of your pen before you wrote. It was getting kinda creepy." Her eyebrows are now furrowed as well as Emily nods in agreement. Apparently, I was so wrapped up in my writing to realize that my outward actions were betraying me.

"What were you writing?" Emily asks as she leans forward in an attempt to see the paper in front of me. I quickly deny her, covering my paper with my hands arms.

"It's nothing," I say, clearing my throat. I think I'm saved when Paige greets an approaching Hanna behind me but when I turn I discover no one is there. I hang my head immediately in realization that I've been duped. I turn back around slowly to find the pair huddled around the paper reading my daydream. Emily's eyebrows suddenly raise and a mischievous smile grows onto her face. I know she's gotten to the names.

"Wait... you were writing about us?" she says as she points to the paper while looking at me. I nod before dropping my head into my hands.

"At least you decided against 'It was a dark and stormy night'," Paige jests with a smirk. I let out a small nervous laugh and peek my eyes out through my fingertips as I watch the two read further. "Honestly Spencer, I don't see why you're so embarras... oh. OH. Oh my. Goodbye clothes," She continues as a blush creeps across her cheeks.

"Oh my God Spencer. Where did you come up with this?" Emily asks holding the paper up.

"In my hallucination..." I begin softly not knowing where to go with the statement.

"You mean to tell me, you hallucinated this when you were tripped out on adderall?" She enquires, clearly amused. All I can do is nod my head with my face still buried into my palms.

"Wait let me get this straight, well kinda straight, you dreamed about us having sex when you were tripping out on ADHD meds?" Paige adds with an amused smirk. I nod again.

"In black and white." The pair says nothing in response to my statement so I look up to investigate the sudden silence. I find both girls looking between me and each other with wide eyes.

"Well that's ummm," Emily coughs out clearing her throat as she searches for the proper adjective.

"Sexy," Paige says finishing the sentence for her. Emily gives an agreeing nod.

"Don't let us stop you," Emily says sliding the paper back to me with mischievous grin before returning her gaze to her book. The last thing I see is Paige giving me a wink and the lover's fingers entangling together before I slip back into my black and white world.