Addison was home for the summer, she decided to join Bizzy at the house in Connecticut for a few days before heading to the apartment in New York. She had never spent this much time alone with Bizzy before; though they weren't exactly alone as Susan was here. Susan was the ever constant buffer between Addison and Bizzy. As always Addison was grateful for her presence.

"He's perfect. He's adorable and attentive and very smart." Addison gushed.

"Practically perfect in every single way," Susan laughed at herself quoting Mary Poppins.

"Yes. Definitely perfect."

"Can we talk about something else please?" Bizzy had remained silent for most of dinner, but ½ hour of Addison singing the praises of Derek Sheppard was starting wear on her nerves. The statement silenced the table. Bizzy looked at Susan for help.

"So Addison, how was shopping in town?"

"It was great. There were some cute stores. And the woman at Luke's made a point of coming over to me and asking where my friend was." Addison smiled at Susan. She had long ago figured out that Susan's preference was for women. It was the reason Addison assumed Susan didn't fall for the Captain like every other woman did. She would be so excited if she was the reason Susan went out on a date.

"What woman?" Bizzy asked.

"I tripped over some dogs leash at Luke's and this girl helped me pick up the escaped contents of my purse."

"Then she sat down to flirt with Susan."

"She flirted with you. Did you enjoy it?" The jealousy seeped out a little more than she intended. A quick glance at Addison told her that she had missed it, but the pointed look that Susan gave her said that she had not.

"Its always nice to be flirted with and she is a red head. I like red heads." She added just for Bizzy. She didn't have to look in that direction to know the reaction.

"Well, her name is Jessica. Just in case you were curious and she gave me her number to give you. I think you should call her."

"Addison, I'm pretty sure that's not a good idea."

"Susan you can't spend your life just wasting away working. You have to have sex."

"ADDISON! That is completely inappropriate at dinner or ever. Susan's life is none of your business. And you really shouldn't comment."

"I'm sorry Susan."

"It's ok. Maybe I'll give her a call."

"Really!"

"Yeah. You have the number."

"Its in my room." Addison took off in that direction. She felt a little vindicated.

"You didn't have to yell at her. She was just trying to be helpful."

"Yes. Helping you into someone else's bed."

"Your eyes are normally brown Bizzy."

"Screw you."

"Not the words that usually come from a ladies mouth." Susan laughed. Bizzy seethed. Addison came back in the room waving the phone number.

"Here. Can I be there when you make the call?"

"Thanks. And No." Susan had decided even when she asked Addison for the number that she wouldn't be making the call, but she wanted to turn Bizzy's mood from Addison to her. "Some things a girl should do alone."

They spent the rest of dinner making small talk.

Later, Susan was watching the news in the Carriage house. She heard someone at the door and looked up to see Bizzy. She didn't have to ask the question before Bizzy said, "Addison just left for New York. Apparently her friends came in early and she wanted to spend some time with them." Bizzy didn't visit Susan at night if the children were home.

Bizzy sat down in the chair furthest away from Susan. "Why are you all the way over there?"

"Because I am mad at you."

"For."

"What did you do with the phone number?"

"Its in my pocket?"

"You didn't throw it away?"

"Not yet. I throw everything in my pockets away when I get ready for bed. You know that. Is that all you have to say?"

"Yes."

"Bizzy while the jealousy is flattering, its getting pretty old. This is not the first woman that' s flirted with me or given me her number."

"What women?" Bizzy was surprised. She had never seen anyone flirt with Susan, but that slut Sandra.

"Different women. In different places. Even some women who would consider themselves to be friends of yours. I've been offered jobs with benefits," Susan made air quotes when she said benefits. "Women slip their numbers in my pockets and hand me hotel room keys all the time. I'm not interested. And I am really sick and tired of explaining myself." Susan didn't realize how angry she was getting until she was done.

How could Bizzy keep questioning? She was the mistress. If she wanted to entertain herself with someone else why couldn't she. 'Because you've made a commitment to her and not having a ring isn't going to change that.'

"You're right I'm sorry. I've never been a jealous person. I don't think I ever cared enough to get jealous. But with you I can't help myself." She sat next to Susan on the sofa placing her hand high on Susan's inner thigh. She moved her hand in slow circles making sure her thumb encountered Susan's clit slightly. "The thought of another woman touching you makes me a little crazy. The thought of her getting to hear that little catch you make in the back of your throat when you cum makes me want to strangle someone. I'm trying to work on that." Bizzy kissed Susan behind her ear slowly working her way around Susan's neck. "Of course other women want you. I can barely keep my hands off of you." The redhead ran her hand the rest of the way up Susan until she made contact with the zipper. Lowering it she pulled Susan's back towards her and used one arm to keep the brunette still while she ran her other hand over her body. It didn't take very long for Susan to arch for her. She moved her hand to cup Susan apex rubbing lightly. "With you I get a little possessive." She entered Susan quickly bringing the brunette to orgasm. "And I don't share very well with others."

"Apology accepted." Susan said trying to catch her breath.

"That wasn't an apology that was more of a planting of the flag." Susan turned around to look at her. She was ready to give Bizzy her 'I'm here because I want to be. I am not your possession' speech, but Bizzy continued. "I can't say that I like other woman flirting with you. Or offering you jobs, because I don't. I especially don't like my daughter fixing you up. But I trust you Susan. More than I ever trusted anyone in my entire life. Did you know 10 years ago today, you fed me pizza and made me watch movies?"

"I didn't realize."

"I knew the next morning when I left, my life had changed forever. Then everything that happened in Paris, I realized you deserve more than this." Susan began to object. "You made a commitment to me. You left your life to share mine and I am eternally grateful for that." Bizzy reached in her pocket and pulled out a box giving it to Susan. Susan opened it and gasped at the brilliant blue sapphire that stared back at her. "Sapphire is the 'stone of destiny'. They promote love, power and healing. You are all of those things to me Susan, so, in some small way I wanted the world to know that."

"Bizzy it's so beautiful."

"I figured we could have someone design something to place it in – a ring or earrings."

"I love you. I can't imagine living one day without you."