She needed time away from clones and science and death and that's why she found herself in a small town called Rosewood. Sitting at the bar in a random hotel wasn't what she was supposed to do. Siobhan should have been home helping them find a cure, helping them fight, but she didn't have the strength. After her mother's death, she felt something break in her and she needed time away from the crazy turn her life had taken. She was a tough woman but even the toughest needed time to break down and pull herself together again. That's what the little trip to Rosewood was supposed to do for her.

Veronica was tired of campaigning. Yes, she wanted to win but she had reached a point in which she couldn't keep going. Her opponent's face and hers was all she saw every time she turned the TV on. That was all people would talk about. She was glad there weren't any more news about her daughter and her friends but she was tired of seeing herself. She knew what she had signed up for but all her strength had begun to disappear when people started talking about her illness. That was why that night she had decided to ditch her team and spend the night in the most remote Rosewood hotel…but even there she could see her face on TV.

Siobhan looked to her right and saw the woman whose face she had just seen on TV. Veronica Hastings. In the past hour, the reporters had been talking about her political campaign non-stop. Maybe that's why she was there. S couldn't blame her; she would need a break too if she had all those cameras following her around. But if she thought about it, she would rather have that than her chickens being killed. Thinking about it, she couldn't help but stare at the shorthaired woman.

She felt the deep light eyes on her and wondered whom the woman to her left was. She had never seen her around and Veronica knew everyone in town. Something about the stranger was intriguing. She looked mysterious and that called Veronica's attention. She hadn't felt attracted to another woman since her college years and, just like then, she would blame it on the alcohol. There was no other explanation. But the attraction was too powerful and she felt the need to talk to the other woman.

"Veronica Hastings," she said as she moved seats and sat next to the brunette.

"I know who you are." She watched Veronica order the fourth glass of wine. "Are you sure you should be drinking that much, love?"

"Only if you'll buy me the next one."

Siobhan smiled to herself, "Malbec?"

"That's what I like."

"Siobhan Sadler," she whispered as she signaled for the bartender to pour two glasses of wine.

"A pleasure," Veronica rested her elbow on the bar. "You aren't from around here."

"Is it that obvious?"

"It's the accent. Or maybe it's because I know everyone who lives in Rosewood."

"I guess a politician should know that."

"I wasn't a politician all my life but I've lived here all my life. I know the names of every family here." She took a sip of her wine as S smiled. "Where are you from?"

"From across the pond."

"What brings you to Rosewood?"

"Needed to get away from some shit." Siobhan moved on her seat to face the other woman and she did the same, their knees brushing against each other. "What brings someone like Veronica Hastings to a place like this?"

"How did you put it?" She looked at her over her glass. "Needed to get away from some shit."

"Is your shit made out of campaign teams and cameras?"

"Yes, pretty much."

Siobhan knew she liked women, she had known all her life. Men, women, it didn't matter as long as she felt good. What surprised her was that she had just met Veronica and she felt better already. There was something special about this shorthaired woman who enjoyed drinking Malbec. She seemed strong but caring. It looked as if she were carrying the world on her shoulders. As if she wanted everyone around her to be okay. But she was getting ahead of herself. They were just two women sharing a glass of wine after a shitty day.

Veronica kept her eyes on the glass of wine because she knew she wouldn't be able to control herself. She knew nothing about Siobhan but she liked her. Her accent attracted her. Her deep light eyes. The smooth sound of her voice. She was the perfect person to run into when having such a terrible day. Maybe they could have a little funand forget the shit they were there to get away from.

S rested her hand on Veronica's thigh bringing her back to reality. "But, tell me something. You wanted to run for senate and do this campaign, right?" Hastings nodded. "Then how come you're running away from it?"

"It got too personal."

"Isn't that what campaigns do?"

"Silly me then." She shifted on her seat and gently pressed her forehead against Siobhan's. "Can we not talk about that?"

"Want to get out of here?"

"Everyone knows me around here."

"Up to my room?"

"I don't want you to think I am that kind of woman."

"I know you aren't. Come on," she stood up holding Veronica's hand and walked towards the elevator.

Siobhan stood behind Veronica wrapping her arms around her waist as soon as the elevator doors closed. She was there for one night and she was going to make the best of it. She slowly started kissing the side of her neck and she could feel Veronica's breathing intensifying. The shorthaired woman took a step back pressing her body against S's chest and she closed her eyes enjoying the feel of her lips on her skin. She was letting herself go and allowing herself to enjoy the night.

"Siobhan," Veronica whispered.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Yes…I mean no but we have to get off the elevator."

"Oh yes, right." S got off and walked towards her bedroom. It had been a long time since she had last been with another woman. Part of her was nervous which was weird because Siobhan Sadler was never nervous. "Are you sure you want to do this? I wouldn't want to…"

"Open the door, Siobhan; we can't just stand in the hallway."

"Now I understand how you could be a politician."

"Because I'm in charge?"

"Not tonight," she said as she stepped into the bedroom.

Veronica smirked as she followed the foreign woman inside. She had only been with one woman before years ago so she was happy to let Siobhan take over. She didn't want to think about it because if she did she would run out the door as fast as possible. Thinking was difficult with S's hands on her hips and her lips on her neck. It was as if this strange woman knew exactly what she liked, what she wanted and what she needed that night. Maybe it would be one to remember.

Siobhan slowly started unbuttoning the white shirt Veronica was wearing revealing the black laced bra. She ran her fingers along her stomach until she reached the zipper on the tight purple skirt and pulled it down. She took a step back to admire Veronica's figure but the other woman pulled her back in from the hips. "I'm at disadvantage here," Hastings whispered as she pushed S's arm up and took her shirt off. She didn't waste any time and started unzipping her jeans.

"No lips kisses," Siobhan looked into her eyes. "That's too personal."

"You said I wasn't in charge, remember? I'll follow your rules."

"You can lay down now."

"Whatever you say, Mrs. S." This was completely new to Veronica Hastings; she wasn't used to not being in control. She didn't even recognize herself…or maybe she was more herself than ever. But her thoughts were pushed away as she felt Siobhan's lips on top of her breasts as she took her bra off. Veronica bit down on her lower lip, she wouldn't moan so easily. But she wanted to and she couldn't stop the small groan that escaped her lips as S took her nipple in her mouth and caressed it with her tongue. It had been so long since someone had made her feel wanted this way.

Siobhan ran her hand down Veronica's body pulling down her underwear. She looked up at the shorthaired woman before she slowly pushed two fingers in her. Veronica arched her body pressing it against S's making her fingers go deeper as she moaned. Siobhan loved the look of pleasure in her face as she caressed her wet clit with her thumb. She moved her thumb in circles as she slid her fingers in and out going deeper each timer feeling Veronica getting wetter with each touch.

"Fuck," Veronica exclaimed as she moaned.

"I didn't have you as the cussing type of woman, love." S smirked before she licked her thigh. She knew Veronica wouldn't last much longer so she slid her tongue in her licking her wet walls as she kept rubbing her thumb on her clit.

"Siobhan!" Veronica Hastings screamed as the orgasm hit her and her back left the mattress again.

"That's my name," she smiled as she laid next to her. "I take it that was good." Veronica nodded as she panted trying to catch her breath and S laughed before her phone lit up. She reached for it and saw it was a text from Sarah.

"Have to go?"

"It's my daughter. She…"

"You don't have to tell me. I have two of those." She wrapped the sheets around herself before she headed to the bathroom.

When Veronica stepped out of the bathroom wearing a robe, Siobhan was already dressed to go. She knew this would happen. It was just one night of fun. One night to forget the shit going on in their lives.

"I had fun, Veronica."

"So did I."

"You take care of yourself." Siobhan kissed her lips softly before walking away.