"We are Family"

By Curly Akemy

Author's note: Thank you all for your well wishes for my Mom. She just started chemo on Friday, and so far, so good. It's unfortunate, but almost everyone that reads this, knows someone in their life that is going through the same thing. So my heart goes out right back at ya.

SO~ A Rizzles (Rizzoli and Isles) Story by JoBethMegAmy. my homegirls kinda got me thinking how a game of truth or dare between MINX would go. And here it goes. I think I'm going to have to start calling these kind of chapters "Interludes," because they really don't have anything to do with the plot of the story. It's just some MINX alone time.

Normal Disclaimers: People, Places, and some dialog are property of AMC. I just enjoy playing, I mean writing with them.


Chapter 9

"We are bad."

"No, we're not. We're playing hooky, that's all."

"Yes, but when have you ever beard of naked hooky?" A set of red eyebrows lifted in mischief.

"Oh, it's the latest trend. Everyone's doing it." Bianca giggled and lifter the sheet that covered Marissa and herself strategically. "Sooooo… Why are we covered if we're the only ones home?"

Marissa took the sheet and with an exaggerated flourish, disguard it to the ground. She turned back to her girlfriend and flashed her the flirty smile she knew her girlfriend loved. Bianca let her eyes wonder over the beautiful skin revealed to her. She let out a deep sigh, as she began to run her pointer finger along Marissa's beautiful curves.

"I have an idea." Marissa sat up and crossed her legs, placing a pillow on her lap. "Do you want to play a game?"

Bianca sat up, and mirrored her position. "What kind of game?"

"How about… 'Truth or Dare'?"

"Hmm… that could be very dangerous, don't you think?... alright, I'm game."

"OK, Truth or Dare?" Marissa's smile was a cross of sneaky and lovable.

"Mmmmm… Truth." Bianca was pretty sure her girlfriend knew all her deep dark secrets. She was curious to see what she came up with.

"Did you ever fantasize about me?" Marissa bit her bottom lip.

"Yes? You're turn. Truth or Dare?" Bianca did not skip a beat.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait a second. You didn't answer the question. 'Yes' is not an answer."

"Ah, but yes it is counselor. The question was stated as a 'yes' or 'no' question. You did not ask for me to elaborate because, as per the rules, you may only ask one question at a time." Bianca lay back on her side with a look of satisfaction at outwitting her girlfriend.

"I've been rubbing off on you. You're beginning to sound like the lawyer,again." Marissa pouted a bit. "Alright, smart slash beautiful ass. Truth."

"What Fantasies did you have of me?"

"Ah, I see. That's how I should have worded it." Marissa stuck her tongue out Bianca. "So what makes you so sure that I fantasized about you?" Bianca just arched her eyebrow. "Alright, alright… so there was one little one. Remember the snowball fight?"

"Yes, I seem to remember someone trying to help me release some tension and anger by throwing a snowball at my face."

"Well… having a snowball fight wasn't the first thing that popped into my head as a way to help you release some tension." Marissa avoided eye contact as she blushed as deep as her hair. "I don't think I had consciously thought about you that way, before that moment. Maybe a fleeting emotion or twinge of jealousy over your 'dates' with Louise and Sienna." The womens names were said in pure disdain.

"Jealousy? Really?"

"Oh Yeah. But the night after the snowball fight. I had a dream about us laying in the snow laughing. I imagined that as we fell to the ground, instead of falling side by side, I fell on top of you. And there was that moment. That moment like you see in the movies or soap operas, where there's a montage or it cuts to slow motion all of a sudden. I slowly leaned down and kissed your lips… and well I'll be honest, that's as far as it went. But it was hot. I don't think I could get your lips off my mind for some time after that."

Bianca's stuttered response made Marissa smile. "Kissing? We… we were just kissing… and, and… it made you… (gulp) Hot?"

"Oh yes." Marissa leaned forward, with only an inch between them. "Very Hot."

The two met in a slow series of chaste kisses. Neither one deepening the kiss but relaying their love through their lips. They moved to lay back down on their sides, facing each other. Marissa pulled back with a sexy smile and said, "Dare."

"Hmmm … dare. What to do, what to do." She kissed the redhead, again very slowly, "I dare you to… I dare you to outline the alphabet, with your tongue, around my belly button." Bianca wiggled her eyebrows at Marissa. She lay down flat to give the redhead more access. "And so you don't get carried away." Bianca placed her pillow on her lap.

Marissa positioned herself on her side so that her head was level with the belly button she was about to worship. She began tracing the letters slowly and exaggerated. It was no secret to either of them that Bianca's stomach was one of Marissa's favorite attributes of her lover's body. When making love, Marissa would often find herself lost in the feel of Bianca's stomach muscles under her lips, and the responses that it elicited.

It was also no secret how much Bianca enjoyed the attention to her sensitive abs. As a teenager, fighting anorexia, she was always obsessed with her self-image. With other lovers, they read her hesitation, as deflection from touching that area. They stayed completely away from touching her stomach, or lingering there to long.

But not Marissa. I was as if Marissa felt Bianca's fears and decided to face them for her girlfriend. She spent a good amount of time touching, kissing, licking, and playing close attention to her abdomen. Truthfully, she always took her time feeling and loving ever inch of Bianca's body. It was a series of reflexes with each part she touched. And Marissa was enthralled by it.

Marissa had told her once that learning Bianca's responses and reflexes was like learning to play an instrument. Every stroke, kiss, and breath was carefully tuned and played. A lick around her belly button caused her to coil like a snake. Releasing her breath close to Bianca's ear caused the brunette to moan in such a way, you'd think she just took a bite of chocolate cake. And running a well manicured nail up the back of her thigh, made Bianca go weak in the knees. Oh yes, Marissa was the master of getting a response from Bianca's senses.

With these thoughts running through her mind, and the sounds coming from Bianca, Marissa forgot all about the game, and threw the pillow across the room. She ran her hands under and around Bianca's thighs and placed them over her shoulders. The key to mastering the instrument that was Bianca Montgomery, and the one thing that elicited the most beautiful sound in Marissa's opinion; was sucking on her sweet clit.

By the time Marissa had reached the spot of her body that she was dying for her to touch, Bianca was already jumping off the edge. With final lick that ran the length of her lips and around her clit, Bianca let out a long awaited moan of release. And as Marissa kissed her way up her body, she felt a smaller aftershock strike her.

"Truth or Dare, my love?" The red head was half on her, half on the bed. She was placing little kisses up and down Bianca's throat, attempting to calm her breathing.

Bianca was still trying to calm her body. "Truth." She said as a sigh.

"Do you have any idea (kiss) how much (kiss) I love you? (kiss) How much (kiss) you mean to me? (kiss) How I would (kiss) do anything for you? (kiss) How much I adore you?" Marissa looked directly into Bianca's eyes, that had finally opened.

"Only one question at a time." They both broke into a fit of giggles. Bianca suddenly switched their positions. "Truth? I love you more than I ever thought was possible for you to let me. My heart is so heavy with love when I look at you, that I can't catch my breath." Bianca smiled coyly, "And my body just won't behave itself when you're around." She took Marissa's face in her hands, "I love you like crazy."

"Good. Cause I love you like crazy too."