Well, I'm back after a pretty long absence from the site. I'm looking forward to where this story will go and I hope you enjoy it. Also, this contains obvious shoujo-ai themes, but I'm sure that you guys sort of came for that anyway. But anyway- on with the first chapter!

-Bojack727

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THE BEST OF TIMES

Part 1: "Maggie's Thoughts"

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Maggie looked up at the ceiling of the room she now found herself in. It was not the low roof of the compartment she used to tuck herself away in under the stairs. It was the high ceiling of a bed room and she was lying in bed. The first odd thing about this is that she had always preferred small confined places, regardless of her imposing stature.

Then there was the fact she could often be counted as a calm, reserved woman. She was not prone to excessive emotional outbursts or expressions. Not to say that she was without feelings! Far from it- there were several people who she cared about and even loved very much. The thing was that she just didn't always show it. In practice, she proved easy to fluster and was known for her shyness.

She also had to cope with a slight inferiority complex that she had taken on over the years. Being over six feet tall and an Asian woman made her stand out in almost any setting. She was nearly a foot taller then all of her friends and her big sister Michelle- and she towered over Anita and her friends even more. In this sense, she was different, and had fed into her feelings of awkwardness and unease.

She had never been girly. That was obvious as she usually dressed in so-called masculine clothing- trousers and tennis shoes, along with shirts or sweaters. Even when she dressed formaly, it would be in slacks and coats and ties. Her hair was dark and shaggy and forelocks grew down around her cheeks and bangs hung down over her brow-line. She simply fell into the role of the mousy tall woman of the trio.

Michelle was gorgeous one who drew the glances of the men around them. Anita was the sporty tomboy that was bursting with energy and agressive enthusiasm. Maggie was the tall shy one who didn't say much and kept to herself. The description was not the most charitable way of seeing herself, but it was how she often felt.

However, there was one person with which she actually felt attractive and even desirable! This person accepted and appreciated her in a way that was different from the others. This person was also keeping her company at the moment as she lay in bed- snuggling close to her and breathing lightly in her sleep. Maggie glanced down at the short, unkempt brunet sleeping next to her.

Nenene mumbled faintly in her sleep and snuggled up against Maggie, who pulled the blanket up over her and rubbed her shoulder-length hair very gently. She smiled as Nenene made a purring sound and looked over the night stand where a pair of glasses faintly caught the dull ambience of the room… Nenene's room.

Maggie wondered how much trouble it would be to untangle herself from Nenene's embrace and locate her discarded articles of clothing. In the end, she just smiled and decided to savoir the wonderful intimacy they had. She rested her arm over the sleeping authoress possessively... Nenene, her Nenene, she thought with a smile that made her blush more.

Last night would be something that Maggie would savor for a long time. The intimacy of their contact, the way the shorter woman clung to her as they kissed, and the frantic way their bodies moved against one another. She blushed deeply as she thought back on some of the most intense parts of last night.

More mumbling could be heard from the brown-haired woman in her arm. She wondered about what was going through the mind of the writer nestled against. What peculiar dreams floated through that mind of hers? Also, did she ever dream about Maggie? That was something for the Paper Master to consider.

Maggie glanced down at Nenene as she yawned and opened her eyes. "Nenene?" She asked tentatively while she squinted a bit and looked up at her.

Nenene smiled and rested her head on Maggie's chest. "G' morning." She muttered without looking up at her. "Mmm… what time is it?" She asked while sliding herself up onto Maggie a bit more.

Though it wasn't something she could put easily into words- she savored the opportunity she had with Nenene. It strange to her that the person who made her feel the most like a woman was another woman… She had always self-conscious of herself. She was tall and lanky with a slender figure- not at all as glamorous and curvy as Michelle. Still, Nenene liked her, and that was enough for the tall woman.

The paper master blushed and glanced over the digital alarm clock on the nightstand, next to Nenene's glasses. "…9:37." She answered. "Uh… do you want me to make some coffee?" She asked, casually glancing over the closed door across the room and to the left.

Nenene looked up at her and chewed her bottom lip a bit and then gave devious little smile. "Well actually, what I'd really like is for you to stay in bed with me under these covers some more." She declared, inching forward till their mouths were almost touching.

Maggie blushed but smiled at her. Nenene had slid up onto her now, sort of straddling her and resting herself on her frame. "Sure." She replied simply as Nenene suddenly closed the gap between them and kissed her.

(- End of Chapter 1 -)

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Well, this first chapter dealt with Maggie's point of view. The next chapter will cover how Nenene sees things, as well as her feeling on their relationship. I hope you all liked this chapter and will stick around for more.

-Bojack727