Part 3 – The Morning After

"Oh god…" She moaned her voice hoarse from the amounts of whisky she knocked back the night before. Now Kendall remembered why she had given up alcohol in the first place, to avoid the mind-numbing pain that came afterwards.

Taking a deep breathe, she knew that eventually she would need to get out of bed. Whether it would be the need for pain killers to soothe her headache or nature's calling, she didn't know which would cause her to move in the end. Deciding to take the initiative, Kendall began to move but as soon as she did her leg made contact with a body part that definitely did not belong to hers.

"What the…?" She trailed off, not sure if she had imagined the body part or not. Moving her leg again, she definitely felt another leg in bed with her. "Oh…shit." She whispers, eyes closed she reaches out again, this time with her own hand; hoping she's still in some sort of drunken dream and not reality.

Unfortunately, her hand makes contact with soft skin. Softer than her own and the moan that follows is definitely not from her own lips. Yanking her hand back as though she had been burned, Kendall slowly turned her head to look down at where the moan originated from. And found, to her horror, who had made it.

"Maggie?!" She exclaimed, surprise lacing her tone. Distractedly, she noticed that Maggie was in a similar state of undress as her.

"Kendall?!" Maggie shouted back, her own surprise evident in her facial expression. Maggie flung herself back as much as she could without actually falling out of the bed, grabbing the sheets that were on her side, she used them to shield the front of her body.

The two women were staring face to face with one another, each wondering what they hell happened to them the night before but more importantly…why the other was naked.

"Did we…? I mean…" Kendall stumbles over her words, for once in her life she's at a loss of what to say. Then again, she never imagined herself in this sort of situation.

"I think we did. I mean, you're naked…I'm naked…and unless we joined some nudist colony overnight I think it's a safe bet to say 'yeah'." Maggie rambled, clutching the bed sheet for dear life.

"Oh god." Kendall let out in disbelief; she wasn't sure what surprised her more: the fact that she slept with her sister's best friend or that she found Maggie more attractive than any straight woman should think another woman as. Mentally, she scolded herself for the last part.

"Okay…okay, let's think about this rationally." Maggie spoke, trying to calm both her and Kendall's nerves.

"Right, okay. We're two grown women…we can handle this in a mature and responsible way." Kendall agreed, she was a Kane woman after all. Taking things like this in stride should come easily enough to her. She knew that Erica had more than her fair amount of conquests during her own lifetime, surely her mother had to have gone though something like this.

"You came over last night…" Kendall began.

Maggie nodded, "Right and we were talking about Bianca…"

"And we had a few drinks…"

Silence filled the room as the two were left staring at each other. Neither knew or remembered what exactly happened after they're drinking fest but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had taken place. Especially considering the clothing that was scattered around the room and Kendall's rumpled bed sheets.

"So, um…" Maggie began, trailing off nervously as she looked everywhere but at Kendall directly. "What do we do now?"

To be continued…