Disclaimer: Desperate Housewives characters and locations belong to Marc Cherry. Any original characters are mine.

Last Drop Falls

Letting out a slight groan, Bree slowly opened her eyes, squeezing them shut again moments later when the bright sunlight shone into her face. She cursed herself for fancying the wine bottle a bit too much again before she slowly dared to open her eyes once more, now prepared for the flash of light that greeted her. Carefully, she let her gaze wander; relief filled her when she realized that this time, she at least had ended up in her bedroom and not outside on the lawn or in the dressing booth of a closed shopping mall. Her relief faded though when she realized that she was stark naked beneath the warm blanket covering her; it vanished completely when she noticed that the blanket actually was too warm, and that the body heat of someone else warmed her as well. Oh dear, please tell me I didn't take some guy home with me. She frowned and slowly dared to turn her head, the first thing she saw being messy, short brown hair. At least the hair's not greasy. Her gaze trailed further down, and one second later, her breath got stuck in her throat, her eyes widening until it seemed as if they would fall out of their sockets any moment. The face beneath the mass of hair wasn't manly, like she had expected; it was slightly masculine, but nonetheless a female face. Her breath returned to her, and Bree used it to let out an ear-shattering squeak that echoed through the silent house. A surprised "Whoa!" came from the stranger next to her, her eyes flying open.

"Whasswrong? Whassamatter?" the brunette babbled out dazedly, blinking sleepily. "Who are you!" Bree shrieked, moving back as far as she could without falling out of the bed.

"What are you..." She fell silent when the door flew open and Danielle stormed into the room, her eyes just as wide as those of her mother.

"Mom? Are you-"

"Get out!" Bree yelped, quickly throwing the blanket over the stunned woman next to her before her daughter could see. "Go and walk the dog!"

"We don't have a dog", Danielle brought out, just as stunned as the strange moving lump beneath the blanket.

"Then do something else! Just get out!" Bree ordered, waving her hands at her daughter in a shooing gesture. Shaking her head, Danielle shrugged and turned, leaving the room and closing the bedroom door behind herself. Bree let out a slow breath to calm herself down, with not much avail though, before she grabbed the blanket and pulled it away again, revealing the puzzled face of the woman next to her. "You raped me!" she accused, making the stranger sit up straight.

"What?? What the fuck's wrong with you?" the brunette gave back, obviously not understanding the world anymore.

"You raped me!!" Bree repeated. "Get out, before I call the police!" Shaking her head, the woman looked at her, raising a sceptical eyebrow.

"If it was rape, why did you come twice?"

"I did not come twice!" Bree shrieked, then clasped her hand over her mouth, hoping her daughter hadn't heard. Both listened closely for a moment, then looked at each other again when the house remained silent.

"Yeah, maybe it also was thrice", the woman gave back dryly. "And you sounded pretty happy about it."

"Shut up, shut up!" Bree cried out. "Get dressed – oh God, you're naked as well! – and get out!" Sighing, the brunette shrugged, then reached beside the bed and collected her clothes.

"If you want it that way", she spoke while she put them on, "but you know where to find me if you change your mind..."

Bree just let out another "Go, go!" at her words, and after another sigh, the brunette finally left the bedroom. Bree listened closely until she heard the front door open and close; once she could be sure that this woman was gone, she let out a sigh and fell back on the bed, covering her eyes with her forearm. GOD! What did I DO? She cursed herself for drinking so much, even though the memories now slowly came back. She remembered how she had emptied a bottle of wine and hadn't found a new one afterwards; how she had left her house, staggering a bit already, and had entered the first bar she had crossed, taking a seat at a corner table where she could watch the other guests to make sure no one who knew her would see her in her slightly tipsy state. More wine had made its way down her throat, and after four or five glasses, the waiter had brought her one she hadn't ordered, telling her it was from the woman at the bar – the one she had found next to herself in bed this morning. She had accepted the glass, raising it to the woman who smiled heartily at her; she had wondered in the back of her head why a woman would buy her a drink, then had shrugged it off and decided to enjoy it. She dully remembered how the brunette had came over to her table and had asked if she could take a seat before introducing herself – Oh yeah, Shane, her name was Shane, at least I remember that – and starting some light-hearted talk. And another two hours later... Bree turned over and pulled the pillow over her head, groaning when she remembered how she had ended up French kissing with the brunette, and how she had asked if she wanted to come home with her. God. GOD. G-O-D. I'll never drink again. Not a single drop! She threw the pillow on the ground in frustration and sat up, running both hands through her tousled her. Now, unwanted memories came up; deep kisses which had been exchanged, tender fingers moving over her skin... No no no. Don't go there. Quickly, Bree got out of the bed, so fast that she almost jumped out; she put on the first set of clothes she found, for the first time in years not caring if it matched or not, before she rushed downstairs and started to prepare a voluminous breakfast furiously, eager to take her mind off the last night. Just when she broke an egg at the edge of the pan, with so much force that the white of egg flew everywhere, the front door opened and Danielles voice came.

"Can I come back in Mom?"

"Yes, sure..." Bree gave back, hoping and praying that her daughter hadn't seen too much. She forced a calm composure on herself while Danielles footsteps came down the hallway, the young girl appearing in the kitchen door moments later.

"Want breakfast?" Bree beamed at her, smiling a toothy smile.

"Sure..." Danielle gave back carefully, then took a step closer as if she expected her mother to throw the eggs at her any moment.

"You know Mom, you don't need to hide it if you take a guy home with you..." Oh Thank God, she didn't notice! Cheering inwardly, Bree smiled again at her daughter, then turned back to her eggs, holding back a curse when she saw the egg white drip down the kitchen counter.

"That's good to know", she spoke, choosing her words wisely while stirring the eggs. "I wasn't sure how you would react." Danielle smiled at her mothers back and told her once more that she didn't need to worry before she left again, getting the dining table ready for breakfast; while her daughter rummaged around with the plates, forks and cups, Bree tried hard to not think about the last night – and about how much she actually had enjoyed it.