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The next day, Paige was in her lab waiting for Sydney. It was a Friday and her last day before the trip, so she was planning on having them both leave early. She and Emily hadn't even started packing yet, and she wanted to have it out of the way before Sunday night so they were ready on time Monday morning. They were driving up with Spencer and Toby, and she was grateful she didn't have to worry about Hanna and Emily trying to fit everything they would want to bring into one car. That would be Mona's problem.

Her phone buzzed. Thinking it was Emily, she smiled, turning the screen on to read the message. She froze when she saw the number. It was one she recognized all too well, but one she never wanted to see again. It was Shana.

Hey, was all the message said. She stared at the one word, chewing viciously on her lip as she tried to decide if she was going to answer or not. They hadn't spoken in over a year now. Of course, Paige had made it clear she had never wanted to see or talk to her again, but she had a good reason. After all she had done, after she had treated her like complete and total garbage, all she had to say was "hey?" Paige angrily threw her phone back into her bag, deciding to just ignore it. She had no residual feelings for Shana, no desire for a friendship. She would be perfectly happy with never seeing her smug face again.

She could see their break up clear as day, Shana standing in front of her, arms folded, neutral expression as Paige screamed at her, in disbelief that she would throw away their relationship so easily. Over a man, too. That was the part that hurt the most. When she and Nate had become friends she had naturally trusted nothing would happen between them. Not just because Nate was a male, but because she trusted Shana. Something she still felt stupid for when she thought about it. Shana hadn't been sorry, either. She hadn't apologized, hadn't begged for a second chance. She had seemed almost proud of herself, showing no emotion as she told her girlfriend about her betrayal. And now, even though Paige was in a happy relationship with Emily, where she felt more loved and cherished than she ever had with Shana, she didn't think she could ever forgive her.

"Fuck you," she muttered aloud, running her hand through her hair. There was no way she would let Shana ruin the week she had coming up. This was her first real vacation with Emily, and she intended to enjoy every single moment.

"Sorry I'm late," Sydney panted, bursting into the lab. Paige couldn't help but laugh, already feeling better at her presence. Sydney was one of those bubbly people who could make even those having the worst of days smile.

"You're not late, Sydney. Ready to get started?"

And just like that, she forgot all about the text.

"Are they ever getting this fucking air fixed?" Hanna asked angrily, mopping sweat from her forehead.

"Watch your mouth," Emily replied, gesturing to the young couple sitting almost right in front of them.

"You're a prude."

"That's not what you said yesterday," she replied, and Hanna grinned.

"I know. I can't believe how much I got you to talk."

"Leave me alone," she replied, although she was smiling. She made her way over to where a young woman was seating herself, smiling sweetly at her. She was fairly dark skinned, with long dark hair and a slim figure. She gave Emily a knowing smirk, which made her suddenly feel uneasy. This woman was looking at her as if they were familiar with each other, but she was sure she had never seen her. "May I take your order?"

"Just a beer, please," she replied, eyeing Emily up and down. Emily cleared her throat uncomfortably.

"Is that all?" she asked, wondering what this woman's deal was.

"You must be Emily. Paige's new girlfriend."

Emily raised her eyebrows in surprise. How did she know that?

"I wouldn't say new," she replied. "We've been dating for almost a year."

"Ah."

"Do you mind if I ask how I know you?"

"Oh, you don't. I know Paige. I'm Shana."

Emily's eyes narrowed at the name. Of course. She knew all about Shana. Not good things, either. Although she knew Paige was happy with their relationship, she knew it still hurt her to be betrayed the way she had.

"Yeah. I know who you are."

"Mmm. I'm sure Paige dragged my name through the mud."

"No," Emily replied coldly. "Just told the truth. You did the rest on your own."

Shana gave her a smug smile. Emily had never wanted to punch anyone in the face more.

"Well, you can tell Paige that Nate and I broke up and I would like to talk to her."

Emily laughed, unable to help herself. She couldn't be serious.

"Why would I do that?"

"Please. I really want to talk things out and she won't answer me. I made a huge mistake and I want to tell her that."

"Yeah, well, maybe you should have done that a year ago," she snapped. "I'll get your beer."

"Who was that?" Hanna asked, watching Emily stalk back to the drink shelf, an angry expression on her face. "Em?"

"Shana. Paige's ex."

"Ohh. What did she want?"

"For me to tell Paige that she made a mistake and she wants to talk."

"What? Are you going to do it?"

"No," she replied, although deep inside she felt a little sick. What if Paige did talk to her and she did have old feelings after all? Just like that, the happy mood she had been in ten minutes earlier was ruined.

Paige was reading on the couch when Emily came home. She smiled, ready to greet her, when she noticed the sullen look on her girlfriend's face. She put the book down and got up, crossing the room to meet her.

"Em? Sweetie, what's the matter?" she asked, taking her in her arms.

"Nothing. Just hot."

"It's not nothing. Please, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing!" she snapped, pulling away from her. Paige watched, puzzled, as Emily walked past her up the stairs. She hurried after her, determined to find out what was going on. She knew she didn't do anything. It had to have been something that happened at work.

She found Emily sitting on the bed, violently taking her work shoes off. Paige sat down next to her, giving her enough space that she hopefully wouldn't leave again.

"Em, please. Talk to me."

Emily was silent a moment, staring at the floor. Paige inched closer, sliding an arm around her. This time Emily leaned into her, sighing.

"I met Shana today."

"What?" Paige replied, surprised. The text she had gotten earlier. Shana was back in Pennsylvania. "Is that why you're so upset?"

"She really wants to talk to you. She says she made a mistake."

"And you think I'm going to dump you for her?"

"Well… no, but you have history. If you two talk-."

"I'm not talking to her, Emily. I would never, ever think of giving her a second chance and how badly she screwed me over isn't even the first reason. I love you. More than I have ever loved anyone before and that isn't going to change just because my shithead ex is back in town. You're the love of my life and nothing is going to change that. So if she comes back, you can tell her I said to go fuck herself."

Emily smiled at that. She was being ridiculous; of course Paige wouldn't leave her.

"You believe me, right?"

"Of course," she replied, hugging her. "I'm sorry. She just really unnerved me."

"She can do that. But seriously, you don't have anything to worry about. I don't want to talk to her."

"She seemed really cocky."

"She is, trust me. She doesn't give a shit about feelings, either."

"I'm really sorry about snapping at you before."

"Em, it's okay. I understand why it upset you."

"Thank you."

"I just hope you understand that you are absolutely irreplaceable. You are everything I ever dreamed of."

Emily smiled, her eyes filling with tears. Paige had to be the cheesiest, most romantic person she had ever met.

"I really love you, you know that?" she asked, burying her face in Paige's shoulder.

"I do," Paige replied, rubbing her hand up and down her back. "I love you, too. What do you say I show you how much?"

"Well," Emily replied as she felt Paige's lips on her neck. Her breath caught in her throat, her previous worries slipping away. She felt so stupid as Paige's hand slid under her shirt and cupped her breasts. Of course she wouldn't want to talk to Shana. What had she been thinking? "I can't say no to that."

"Good," Paige replied, unbuttoning Emily's work shorts. "I don't want you to worry, Emily."

"I won't," she replied, her eyes closing as Paige went to work on her breasts. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I kind of like seeing your jealous side," she replied, sliding her fingers through her wet folds.

"Jealous?" Emily asked weakly, a wave of pleasure washing over her as Paige rubbed at her clit.

"Oh, yes. You were definitely jealous."

"So?" Emily replied, a small gasp of pleasure escaping her lips as Paige slid her fingers inside of her. "I can't help it."

"I know," she cooed, kissing her softly. She began to gently move in and out of her, feeling Emily's soft warmth around her. How could she ever think she would want anyone but her? She knew it was normal for any current significant other to feel threatened by an ex, but she wanted her to understand that Shana was no threat. She wanted nothing to do with her, not by text, email, or in person. Emily had absolutely nothing to worry about, and she planned to show it.

"Paige," she whispered, gripping Paige's arm. Paige continued to push inside of her, watching the expression on her face as the pleasure built. She made sure to rub against her clit each time she went inside, watching as Emily's hips jumped.

"I love you," Paige told her as she picked up her pace, thrusting into her faster and faster. "You mean so much to me and there is no one who can ever come close to you."

Emily could only moan in response, her walls tightening around Paige's fingers. Just a few more thrusts and she came hard, clutching onto Paige's arm as she rode out her pleasure. Paige waited until she was finished before pulling her fingers out, making a show of licking them clean as Emily watched her, panting. She leaned over her, grinning smugly as she gave her a gentle kiss.

"See?" she whispered, stroking her cheek. "I love you. Only you."

"I know," Emily replied, pulling her in for a hug. "I love you too, Paige. I do trust you, really. She just kind of caught me off guard."

"I'm really sorry, Em. She had no business talking to you."

"It's okay. I overreacted."

"No," Paige replied, kissing her. "I'm glad I mean that much to you."

"You do," Emily assured her, rubbing her hands up and down her sides. "Let me make love to you."

"If you insist," Paige replied with a dorky grin, getting comfortable as Emily climbed over her.

"Oh, I do."

She took her time working her up, kissing her softly and teasing her breasts. She felt guilty for being so sulky when she had come home for work, even though Paige wasn't upset with her for it. She knew Paige loved her and she trusted her to not betray her in any way. But seeing Shana had jolted her, probably because she and Paige had a past. But the confirmation that Paige was completely uninterested definitely helped.

She kissed her way slowly down between Paige's legs, her girlfriend begging her to finally do something. Her mouth connected with her clit, listening with satisfaction as Paige let out a loud cry.

"Holy shit!" she gasped, pushing Emily's face further into her center. "Fuck, that feels good."

Emily hummed in response, licking up and down Paige's wet slit. This was just what she needed, to taste her, to feel her. To be reminded that their relationship was strong and they could make it through anything as long as they had each other.

She knew exactly what Paige liked, flicking her tongue across her clit a few times before sucking on it, listening as Paige's moans and cries of pleasure grew louder and more desperate. She loved every single thing about having sex with Paige. She loved the sounds she made, the way she would desperately grab for the sheets when she was close. Only she got to make her feel this good, no one else. That thought powered her on as she drove Paige over the edge, her cries of pleasure loud enough to alert the entire neighborhood. Emily brought her down gently before kissing her way back up to her mouth, letting her taste herself as she kissed her. Paige let out a content sigh, wrapping her arms around Emily.

"You are so good," she murmured, her lips pressed against Emily's skin. Emily smiled, running her fingers through her hair.

"I'm feeling better now," she replied. Paige smiled.

"I'm glad to hear that."

"I trust you, Paige. I trust us."

"I know you do, baby," she replied, taking Emily in her arms. "Now, let's just pretend like this never happened. Tomorrow we can start packing and then Monday we have a worry free week ahead of us. We'll get to sit out in the sun, eat as much crap food as we want… have lots of sex," she added, looking at Emily.

"Sounds like the perfect weekend," she agreed, pulling the blankets over them. Paige was right. It was going to be the perfect opportunity for them to get some much deserved rest and relaxation. And at the moment, they were both so happy it seemed like nothing could go wrong.

A/N 2: Uh oh! Of course we know things can't go smoothly. Stay tuned!