AN: Sorry this took me a little longer than I anticipated. This is a bit of filler to get the ladies through the weekend. For all those of you hoping they would get snowed in together, remember that there is another storm on the way ;).

Franklin Carpenter was the founder of the Boston City Guard, a precursor to the Boy Scouts of America in the Boston area. He founded the Guard in 1910. He was also a teacher at English High School, a vocational school established in response to the college prep school, Boston Latin. While I am borrowing some historical figures here, I am taking whatever liberties I feel necessary for the story, with no offense intended to anyone. And of course, Olivia and Alex aren't mine, but I'm having fun playing with them! Thank you all for the reviews and encouragement!

AN2: Sorry about the formatting issue. Not sure where it came from and I posted and walked out to dinner, so I am just getting back to it.


Alex's weekend was dragging on and on. She sat back in her chair, putting her feet up on her desk. Staring out the window, she only half saw the snow whipping about as the wind howled around the cabin. Her mind kept wandering; she must have read the same page of Frank Carpenter's diary five times. She was starting to think that Carpenter wasn't going to help her figure out where Moose Creek Falls. Despite his detailed notes about places in the White Mountains that the Boston City Guard had camped and hiked during its first three years as an organization, there was nothing about any place with a Moose in its name, nor mention of any water falls. She needed another angle. But even what that angle might be was eluding her, as her thoughts kept turning back to a certain beautiful ranger.

Warmth. Everything about Olivia radiated heat. Her tousled, chestnut hair. Her deep, brown eyes. Her smooth, bronze skin. And strength... Alex felt a little flushed herself, remembering the feel of hard muscle and sinew as she had run her fingers across Olivia's broad shoulder and down her arm. She could still feel the clearly defined bicep under the fabric of her uniform shirt, still see the muscles of her forearms flex as she had braced herself on the desk over the map. Alex let herself fantasize about what it would it be like to be held in those arms, pressed close to Olivia's body, lips locked together...

The rattle of window glass brought Alex back to the present as a strong gust of wind hit the front of the cabin. "Great! As if this project isn't frustrating enough," Alex growled to herself, "now I can add in some sexual frustration!"


Olivia found herself re-reading the same sentence for the fifth or sixth time. Sighing, she tossed the book onto the coffee table and rubbed her hands across her face. "Arrgghh! Sadie, I can't get that woman out of my head." The black and gray Australian Shepherd mix dog lifted her head and cocked her ears toward the woman lying on the couch. Olivia sat up and swung her bare feet onto the rug. "Let's go shovel the walk. Maybe I can sweat her out of my system," she said to the dog as she stood up. "Oh, who am I fooling!" As she put on her socks and boots, Olivia kept up a one-sided dialog with her dog. "Yeah, I know I've got it bad. But you should have seen her. Legs that go on forever. I bet you'd have trouble keeping up with her on a run. And she has these blue eyes that lock on to you, but then she smiles and…well, it's like a little, heat seeking missile has exploded inside you. And her hands…she has these long, delicate fingers…." Sadie nudged Olivia back into the real world, then looked between her and the door. "Alright, I know, you don't care unless it involves a run outside or food. Let's get this done," Olivia said putting on her coat and grabbing her cap and gloves as she stepped outside. "What is this, the fourth time I've shoveled this weekend? I better remember to throw my snowshoes in the jeep, I may need them tomorrow." At the word snowshoes, Sadie let out a sharp yip and leapt up in the air, spinning around. "Sorry Sadie, no snowshoeing tonight, but I suppose you can come to work with me tomorrow. I can introduce you to Alex then."


After calling it a day, Alex had decided on a soak in the tub. Why she'd thought that would relax her, she had no idea now. Lying there in the warm, steamy water, sipping a glass of wine and listening to an old Billie Holiday record, just made her think more about Olivia. And her thoughts were anything but relaxing. She closed her eyes, finally giving in to her earlier fantasy. Sliding down further into the water, Alex put her left foot up on the edge of the tub as she caressed her own breasts, drawing her nipples out into hard peaks. Biting her lower lip, she traced her right hand down, across her stomach and along her inner thigh. Imagining that it was Olivia's well-tanned hand, Alex drug her own fingers back up her thigh, gasping as they slid through the slickness that had already accumulated. Although her eyes were closed, she was seeing Olivia's warm, brown eyes urging her on. Alex repeatedly traced a path around and over her clit until she couldn't stand it anymore. Thrusting two fingers inside herself, she dropped her left hand to her clit and in seconds made herself cum.


Straightening up her living room, Olivia picked up the book that she had finally finished after working off some of her pent up energy. She had shoveled at least another 6-8 inches off her driveway and front walk, and then had thrown a ball for Sadie for a while longer. As she looked for a space for the book on her overly full bookshelves, Olivia came across one of Alex's novels. Pulling it out, she flipped to the back cover, looking for a portrait of the author. It was a black and white image in the paperback, but Olivia was able to imagine the pale gold of her hair, the captivating blue of her eyes, and the delicate pink of her lips that didn't quite meet in the middle. In the photo, Alex was wearing glasses and long, dangling earings; while it was subtle, it was clear that she was wearing makeup too; propping one elbow on a bookshelf as she turned toward the camera, the very ideal of a literary figure. Olivia lightly traced one finger along Alex's cheek and across her lips, letting herself imagine for just a moment what it would be like to do it in person. What it would be like to kiss those lips. Shaking her head, Olivia put the book back on the shelf and turned back to the living room. Deciding that she'd done enough, she shut off the lights and headed to bed.