This chapter moves up a notch in ratings to PG-13/R for sexual situations.

Disclaimer - Bianca, Maggie, Miranda, Kendall, the citizens of Pine Valley, et al belong to Disney/ABC and All My Children. I'm just playing with them... Any original characters are my own.

A/N: I started this story in March of 2005, when Bianca and Maggie left Pine Valley for Paris. I was completely disappointed with their departure from All My Children and felt it could have been done better than the ambigous departure we saw. This story was how I figured it happened once they arrived in the City of Lights and their lives settled down after years of living at the edge of the Hellmouth...

Paris, France – Late Summer 2005

Chapter 11 – The Day After (kinda…)

The phone was ringing. Insistently.

Maggie threw the sheets off her head then brushed her hair back out of her face. "If that's your mother..." she growled.

"Gee, Mags, thanks for the mood-breaker," was Bianca's muffled reply.

The phone kept ringing. Maggie reached back behind her and smacked Bianca on the arm. Then again. "Stop it, Bianca, I can't think!"

"Well, I should hope not."

"Where's the phone?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Seventeen, 18, 19 rings. "They're not going away," Maggie informed her girlfriend. "Why didn't the answering machine pick up?"

Bianca stopped what she was doing, which, currently, was kissing her way slowly and deliberately up Maggie's spine. "Oops," she whispered.

Maggie turned and looked back over her shoulder at Bianca. "What did you say?"

"Oops?"

"Is that a question or an answer?" The phone kept ringing. "Never mind, we'll get back to that later. What did you do with the phone?"

Bianca didn't reply, she went back to kissing Maggie's shoulder, doing her best to block out the shrill ringing. "Come on, Mags, ignore it," she urged the blonde, trailing kisses across Maggie's back to the other shoulder.

"We have been ignoring it for the last 5 minutes and it's still ringing. Good grief, if we haven't answered by now, maybe we're just not going to answer!" Maggie spotted the offending instrument hanging precariously off the side of the nightstand, where it must have been kicked at some point during the night. There had been some serious championship wrestling taking place over the course of the last who knows how many hours. She grabbed the handset and hit the 'talk' button. "Hello!?"

"Maggie?" Kendall's voice called out over the phone line. "What the hell took you so long?!"

"Kendall?" Maggie asked back. "What are you doing calling so early?"

"Early? It's eight a.m. here-." There was a momentary pause. "Why are you out of breath?" she suddenly asked, a wariness in her voice that said maybe she already knew the answer, but was compelled to ask anyway.

"Eight- that means it's two o'clock here-." Maggie started laughing. "Jeez, Bianca," she said over her shoulder. "We've been in bed almost all day! Since 8:30 last night! Is that a record for you? It is for me!"

Kendall screamed. "Oh, my God, Maggie! T.M.I.! T.M.I.!"

Maggie grinned. "How many times-!"

"Oh, God, now I'm going to have to kill myself!" The line went dead as Kendall hung up on her.

"Okay," Maggie replied, hitting the off button and sliding back down on the bed. "Bye, Kendall." She dropped the phone onto the floor and cuddled up next to Bianca again.

"Who was that?" Bianca asked, pulling the sheets up over them once more, cocooning them in their own little world.

"Kendall. I think she may have figured out what we've been doing."

"Yeah, maybe that's because you practically yelled it at her. I'm not sure you needed the phone."

Maggie managed a shrug, despite the fact that she was wrapped in Bianca's arms. "Apparently she can dish it out, but she can't take it. I guess the thought of her kid sister gettin' some must freak her out."

"'Getting' some'?" Bianca grinned. Then she nodded. "Gettin' some, I like that."

"You like the phrase?" Maggie asked, brushing Bianca's hair back off her forehead, "Or that you're gettin' some?"

"Yes," Bianca replied definitively and they both laughed. Then she kissed Maggie deeply, making her intentions known with her kiss, her touch. "Again, Maggie," she whispered.

"Again?"

"Again."

"Alrighty, then..."

Later, much later, Maggie pulled away from another passionate kiss and rolled onto her back, one arm thrown over her eyes. "See? Floodgates. I warned you, B, not only are they open, I think they've been obliterated." She pulled the sheet down from where it had hidden them from the world, trying to catch her breath momentarily. Wow, she thought. That was… that was… nope, my mind's a blank.

"Hello, not complaining," Bianca informed her. She was in the process of nibbling on Maggie's shoulder. Again. "So not complaining."

Maggie just smiled and stroked Bianca's back. "So, tell me about the answering machine."

Finally, Bianca dug her way out from under the covers and gave Maggie a sheepish look. "The answering machine broke the other night," she informed the blonde. "I had them deliver another one to the office yesterday and I forgot to bring it home with me… Sorry."

Maggie smiled, giving her a kiss on the lips. "It's okay, honey, you had a bad day yesterday."

"Yeah, but it ended really well…"

The night before, 8:30 p.m.:

"Maggie!" Bianca called out, wondering what was going on. There was no noise in the place at all and it was starting to creep her out a bit. "Where are you?"

"Up here," Maggie's voice called back. "In the bedroom."

"What...?" Bianca headed upstairs, wondering just what in the hell was going on. "Maggie," she whined. "I'm really not in the mood-."

"Hey," Maggie said softly.

"-for games..." Bianca gulped.

"How was your day?"

Bianca's breath had jammed up in her lungs so fast that spots swam before her eyes. She was sure she had to be dreaming because things like this just didn't happen to her, no matter how much she wished for it. Dreamt of it. Prayed for it. Awestruck, dumbstruck, speechless, breathless... Bianca felt her knees go weak.

Standing before her, leaning against the doorjamb with an angelic/devilish smile stood Maggie Stone.

Wearing her New York Rangers jersey.

And nothing else...

"Maggie?" Bianca finally managed to wheez. Man, she was getting light-headed…

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Maggie said, rushing to Bianca's side when she saw her start to sway a bit. She slid her arms around the brunette's waist and led her into the bedroom. "Breathe, honey, breathe. In and out, in and out. Come on, don't pass out on me."

Bianca took a couple of deep breaths. "Wow, didn't realize how the word breathless actually felt until just now..." She dropped onto the side of the bed. "Well," she said sheepishly, brushing her hair back with one hand, while other still gripped Maggie's jersey, "now that I've managed to take all the romance out of this little scene, you want to tell me what's going on?"

"You gonna stay conscious for me?" Maggie cracked.

"If this is heading where I think it is, I'll never be unconscious again," Bianca snapped back.

Maggie shook her head. "You know, I always thought I'd be the one to pass out when we got to this point." She looked at Bianca. "I was planning a surprise for you."

"Oh, trust me," Bianca assured her, "it was a surprise. I think I actually swooned…"

"Binks, you almost did a face-plant in the hallway." Maggie sat down next to Bianca, shaking her head slightly. "I guess I just thought it would be really romantic if I was waiting for you in this jersey and there wouldn't need to be anything said and we'd just end up in bed making love. Then I saw you standing there- rapidly losing oxygen- and I realized you had on a St. John suit, which has waaay too many buttons and it's dry clean only, so no leaving it crumpled in a pile on the floor, and you're wearing pantyhose, and gee, how sexy are pantyhose really-?"

"Maggie?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

Maggie grinned. "Oh, baby, you have such a way with words…" Still smiling, she cupped Bianca's face in her hands and leaned in, kissing her gently on the lips. "Why don't you go slip into something more comfortable?"

Bianca found herself lost in Maggie's eyes. "You're not going anywhere, are you?"

"Not on your life." Maggie pressed a kiss to one corner of Bianca's mouth, then slid her lips to the other side. "Besides, I recall you saying something about this particular item of clothing I'm wearing. I'm still waiting for that answer."

The next time Maggie kissed Bianca, Bianca kissed her back, leaning in to press her back onto the comforter. Maggie's hands slipped into Bianca's hair and she held on tight, not wanting to let go for anything. The kiss exploded in desire and Maggie felt Bianca reach for the hem of the jersey. She quickly pulled away, causing the brunette to whimper at the loss of contact.

"Maggie," Bianca whispered, trying to recapture the blonde's lips.

"I'm not going to fight with an $1100.00 St. John Knit," Maggie replied. "Go. Change. I'll be right here, I promise."

With one more kiss, Bianca reluctantly went to change out of her business suit. Considering her shaky hands as she tried to remove her jacket, she decided it was probably a good idea that she change. She could well imagine a pile of torn clothing on the floor as she and Maggie both became more and more frantic in their actions.

Bianca returned to the bedroom a few minutes later, wearing a silk chemise that Maggie had thoughtfully left in the bathroom earlier. For the first time, she noticed what Maggie had done to the room. A silk scarf covered the lamp on the nightstand, diffusing the light to a muted glow. Soft music filled the room from the stereo. A few candles were lit, their flames flickering gently, throwing soft shadows off the walls.

"Wow," Bianca whispered. "It's beautiful..."

When Maggie saw Bianca leave the bathroom, she moved away from the bed and took a few steps closer to Bianca. Her eyes never left the brunette. "Yeah," she agreed. "It is."

The sight of Maggie in just that hockey jersey, the hem barely hitting mid-thigh, took Bianca's breath away. Again. The raw desire that flooded through her system threatened rational thought and Bianca wanted to imprint every memory in her mind so she could take them out later and re-live them whenever she wanted.

The intensity of Bianca's gaze halted Maggie where she was, just an arms-length away. "You keep looking at me like that and we may not make it to the bed," Maggie whispered, giving Bianca a sexy smile. The she reached out and took hold of Bianca's hand. "Make love with me, Bianca."

The smile that spread across Bianca's face could have lit up the Eiffel Tower. "I thought you'd never ask."

Maggie gave Bianca a gentle kiss on the lips, then led her to the bed. They knelt on the mattress facing each other, both suddenly a little shy. Their eyes met and they both grinned sheepishly.

"Okay," Bianca whispered. "Now what?"

"Well, if you have to ask, then it really has been a long time."

That made Bianca grin. "Ha-ha, Stone."

"Just come here," Maggie replied leaning toward Bianca.

They met in the middle in a passionate kiss, lips caressing and parting, tongues mating and dancing. Maggie reached up and took Bianca's face in her hands, pulling her closer, kissing her deeper. Bianca's hands found Maggie's hips, slipped around her waist and pulled the slight body against her own. The kiss continued, racing headlong from passionate into mind-blowing.

There was something about the taste, the feel, the scent of Maggie that drove Bianca over the edge. She took the hem of the jersey in her hands and, breaking the kiss, hauled it over Maggie's head and sent it flying across the room in her haste. Maggie chuckled softly, leaning in and kissing Bianca and pushing her back onto the bed. It didn't escape Bianca's notice that Maggie truly had been wearing the jersey, and nothing else, when she had arrived home.

"Better than I ever could have imagined in my dreams," the brunette whispered, before reaching up to find Maggie's lips with hers again. Her hands slid up the soft, silken skin of Maggie's back before tangling in her hair. She put everything she felt for Maggie into the kiss, the love, the passion, the desire. Tonight, she would hold nothing back. Never again would she hold anything back.

Maggie let her hand slip to Bianca's shoulder, then glide its way down her arm, fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. She found the hem of the silky midnight blue chemise and slowly raised it up. Bianca lifted herself off the bed, allowing Maggie to pull the scrap of material over her head and toss it aside.

"Christ, Bianca," Maggie breathed, taking in the sight of the brunette before her. "You're perfect."

Taking her time, Maggie worshiped Bianca, touching, caressing, kissing, breathing every inch of her. She couldn't seem to get enough. She was addicted to the sensation of touching Bianca, of kissing her. The feel of her mouth, the taste of her lips. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

Maggie slid her hands into Bianca's, lacing their fingers together, holding tight. She didn't want this night to end. This was pleasure, pure and simple.

Conscious thought was erased. Time stopped, until there was nothing but these two bodies, the way they fit together, two hearts, one soul.

Sensations Bianca had not known were possible shimmied and jolted through her; a depth of need she had never expected made her want to take control and she reversed their positions, moving gently atop Maggie. The passion wasn't Bianca's or Maggie's, it was theirs, and it was powerful.

She whispered Maggie's name as her body drifted down to cover the blonde's, and she cradled her in her arms. She trembled, her heart pounded, she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat... and she was wonderfully, deliriously happy.

"She shoots-," Maggie whispered, smiling up into Bianca's eyes.

"-she scores," Bianca finished. They both chuckled softly. She gently brushed Maggie's cheek with the backs of her fingers. "I have never felt anything like that before in my life," she said with pure honesty. "I didn't know I could feel that way. I love you, Maggie Stone. I'll love you forever."

"Forever and a day. I love you more than anything, Bianca."

Their first time was all about love. Their second was all about discovery. Their third was all about fun. They laughed, talked, tickled, joked and giggled. Boy, did they giggle...

1:45 a.m.:

A thought suddenly occurred to Bianca. "Maggie, where's our daughter?"

Maggie never stopped placing kisses on Bianca's throat, she barely broke contact with the soft skin beneath her lips as she replied, "Don't worry, honey, I dosed her with some codeine I found in the medicine cabinet. She should be out for hours."

"What?!" Bianca exclaimed, pulling Maggie's head back to look in her eyes.

Maggie laughed. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You didn't get home until late, I put her to bed just before you arrived. We still have plenty of time."

3:09 a.m.:

"And this one time," Maggie said, "at band camp-."

Bianca cracked up laughing. "No! No quoting teen sex movies!"

"Oh, come one. I memorized Porky's for this!"

They rolled around like two horny teenagers, falling off the bed once, cracking Bianca's head against the bed's headboard, knocking a vase off one of the nightstands. After the heavy crystal container hit the carpet with a loud crash, they lay in terrified silence for a moment, anxiously anticipating a cry from the nursery. Luckily, the cry never came.

5:57 a.m.:

Dawn began to creep into the room, a gentle lightening of the sky outside their private world.

"You know something, Montgomery?" Maggie said with a grin as she rolled gently onto her back next to Bianca, "I never would have figured you for the aggressive type. Especially in bed. I guess still waters really do run deep."

Bianca was busy kissing Maggie's neck, working her way downward. "Why do you say that?" she asked absentmindedly.

"Well, I think my jersey's in two pieces."

"I warned you about wearing it."

"You want to know something?"

Bianca pulled back to look into Maggie's eyes. "What?"

"I'm glad you keep your promises..."

"I promise to divest you of that jersey every time you wear it, you have my word on it." She grinned after a moment. "I will say this: If that's performance anxiety, my love, I can't wait to see what it's like once you get over it."

Martine arrived at 9:30 to collect Miranda and take her to the Parc Zoologique de Paris, the Paris zoo, and the girls got up to enjoy breakfast on the balcony. They spent approximately 8 minutes at the table before, after holding hands and staring dreamily into each others eyes, they left everything where it sat and ran back to the bedroom, laughing as they raced up the stairs.

At eleven, they tried to share a shower, but after Bianca slipped and sent Maggie stumbling, nearly cracking her head open on the tile enclosure, they decided that may have been pushing it just a little bit. Of course, they laughed themselves silly re-hashing the incident before Kendall had called.

By three in the afternoon, they had gotten up, showered (separately) and dressed so Bianca could call her sister back. Martine brought Miranda home, regaling them with the story of Miranda's trip to the zoo and her fascination with the large cats, before heading home. Bianca made arrangements for Martine to watch the baby one evening in the near future so that she could take Maggie out, as she had promised.

Maggie took Miranda into the den while Bianca called Kendall. After she hung up, she went to see what her two favorite girls were doing.

"What are you watching?" she asked, stopping in the doorway to watch Maggie and the baby as they sat on the sofa. "Maggie! That's Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory!"

Maggie glanced back. "Yeah, so."

"For a kid, that's one of the freakiest movies ever! The boat ride?" She shuddered delicately. "Ew, creeped me out. The kid who gets shrunk? Veruca Salt turning into a giant blueberry?"

"Yeah, well, Veruca was a-," she covered Miranda's ears, "-bitch, and she got what she deserved."

Bianca thought about it. "Okay, good point. But, the Oompa Loompa's? They were just freaky." She joined them on the sofa, sitting close to Maggie's side. "All orange and singing constantly. What's up with that?"

"Oh, come on, B, this movie's a classic."

"So's Bambi. Show her that one."

"Which part? The part where the hunter shoots Bambi's mom? The forest fire?"

"Okay, another good point." Bianca put her head on Maggie's shoulder and reached out to gently stroke Miranda's hair. "Maggie, I'm tired."

Maggie had to chuckle. "Yeah, I wonder why."

"Aren't you tired?"

"Tired, yet strangely invigorated. With exercise like that, I may never have to run again. Of course, with exercise like that, I may never be able to run again..."

"Maggie!"

Miranda, who was more interested in watching Bianca and Maggie than the movie, chortled in her now familiar way and patted Maggie on the cheek. "'Aggie!" she laughed.

Maggie sat back and looked at Miranda. "She just said my name," she said in a stunned whisper. "Bianca, she said my name!"

Bianca was grinning. "I heard her. She definitely said your name."

"Oh, my God," Maggie exclaimed. She started laughing and kissing the baby. "You said my name, Munchkin! Oh, I love you!" Then she leaned over and kissed Bianca on the lips. "I love you, too."

Maggie jumped up with Miranda in her arms and danced her around the room, making the little girl laugh even harder as she sang "You said my name" over and over again. Bianca watched them with a smile then frowned.

"Hey, I said your name repeatedly last night," she reminded the blonde sweetly.

"Oh, Lord, you're going to be insatiable, aren't you?"

That made Bianca chuckle sexily. "Only if you're lucky..."

Bianca came home early from work every chance she got after that, and Maggie certainly didn't seem to mind. They were still working on the whole shower thing…

Kendall had interrupted their morning to inform them she would be coming for a visit sometime in September, so they used every spare minute they had alone to be with each other. Classes had just started and things were heating up at Cambias as the fiscal year was drawing to a close. And Maggie figured with another Kane in the house, privacy would be at an even higher premium until Kendall returned home. Of course, if this Frenchman she had met turned out to be a good guy, they may never get rid of Kendall.

But Bianca had plans of her own. She would be taking Maggie out on a date soon. And the two-month anniversary of the date Maggie told Bianca she wanted them to start a real relationship was approaching as well. They had a lot of celebrating to do. That was only if they didn't manage to kill each other first…

TBC-