A/N: Omfg. It finally happened. So excited that I actually used that acronym! That is all. XD

Love is… "When you kiss all the time, then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more."

"You're such an exhibitionist," Aretha teased as Jovi bounded into their bedroom in just a pair of polka dot boy shorts and her arms wrapped across her naked chest. Her hair was dripping wet and looked even messier than usual- owing to the fact she'd just tried to rub it dry with a towel. "You could have worn your towel at least instead of streaking all the way through the Heartbreak."

Jovi stuck her tongue out in response, shaking her head like a dog and spraying Aretha with a surge of cold water. Kicking a pile of clothes aside she picked up a white baggy vest with her toes and lifted it up to her hands.

"Monkey feet!" Aretha cackled. She could never decide if she was fascinated or disgusted by the teen's overly long toes.

"Y'just jealous." Jovi's muffled voice noted as she slipped the vest over her head. Pulling her hair from the neckline and flipping it back she caught Aretha's gaze. She had a curious look in her eyes that Jovi recognised immediately. "Under no circumstances am I letting you brush my hair."

Aretha scrunched her nose in frustration, "Oh come on Jov', I'll be gentle, I promise."

"No way." Jovi protested, leaping up into her hammock and peeking over the side.

Aretha contorted her face into a sulky expression, pushing her bottom lip outwards into an evident pout. "You know how much I love playing with your hair… don't you love me?"

Jovi huffed loudly, "Tha' s'not fair 'Retha. You can't use that line on me…"

"It's fine." Aretha sniffed, picking up her wide toothed brush. "I'll just have to occupy myself by brushing my own hair." She pulled the brush through her short crop a few times and let her arm flop down at her side. "Oh… I'm done already…"

Jovi stepped out of her hammock and stomped towards Aretha, throwing herself down into a cross legged position with force. "FINE!"

Aretha grinned triumphantly as she knelt behind the stroppy red-head, tenderly taking a section of her curls in one hand and gliding the comb carefully between them, repeating it again with another section, then another. It took all of fifteen minutes until she was entirely done, but Jovi hadn't flinched or complained once.

"You're all done treacle." Aretha announced, turning Jovi around to face her.

Jovi ran a hand through her damp hair with a smile, "Aw, thanks 'Retha! That didn't hurt one bit. You really are gentle." She leant forwards to kiss her friend on the cheek.

Aretha turned quickly in surprise, her lips brushing with Jovi's, her stomach flipping as they did so. "Sorry, I didn't mean to…" Aretha was silenced as Jovi pressed her lips firmly against hers, properly this time.

The hairs on Jovi's arms stood on end as she kissed hungrily at the woman she had lusted after for so long, she felt Aretha's hands snake up into her hair and grasp at the back of her head, pulling her in for a deeper more meaningful kiss. She breathed quickly through her nose, her heart pounding ten to the dozen beneath her white vest.

Aretha rested her forehead against Jovi's, opening her own eyes to catch a glimpse of her reaction. They both smiled widely as they kissed, making contact difficult. Aretha pulled away and they locked their gaze, both laughing nervously- only managing to withstand the pause for a few moments before kissing passionately at each other again, their tongues dancing madly against each others.

They both collapsed against Aretha's mattress, their fingers interlocked and their chests rising and falling rapidly as they caught their breath.

"Well that was unexpected." Aretha panted.

"Good though." Jovi insisted.

"Makes you wonder why we haven't done it before, really."

Jovi clung tightly to Aretha's hand and sighed happily; rolling over onto Aretha's chest she looked down at her, nuzzling into her neck and kissing her once more. "Almost makes me want to brush my hair everyday."

Aretha snorted softly, shivering as the young girl traced her tongue across her collarbone. "Yeah right."

"Well, I did say almost."