My hand scratches the top of my head as I stretch my arms out, yawning. A gleeful grin spreads across my face as I murmur quietly, "What a wonderful night..." I feel around beside me, only to have cool cloth against my fingers. Pushing myself out of bed, I grab a robe from the side (it was not on the floor, -100%) and shrug it over my shoulders. Lounging my the door frame was Salem, obviously already fed, hence him licking his chops eagerly. "Hey there cat, Tori upstairs?"

His watchful eyes glimmer at me before he stalks upstairs, tail held high. It's been a busy few weeks since the party, a lot of editing. At least I wasn't really doing any of it, just supervising. Tori, meanwhile, had it easy since she only had to sing in a record studio which wouldn't be until another few months since her new album had just come out only, what, three months ago? Four? Something like that anyway.

I rub across my collarbone and tie the robe around my, otherwise, bare skin as I make my way to the kitchen. A small smile spreads onto my lips as I see Salem in between her legs, "Morning Jade, want French toast?"

"Sure," I mutter, wrapping my arms around her waist and my nose nuzzling at the crook of her neck. This was my favorite position because I'm always able to feel her warmth and it made it easier to whisper softly in her ear.

"Well, to problems with that... One, we don't have any bread or eggs. Two, I don't know how to cook 'em."

"Wow, you are such a great chef," I mumble.

"Thanks Jade, means a lot."

"You know that was sarcasm right?"

"I know, but it means a lot from you because it's the closest thing to a compliment you give," Tori murmurs softly.

"Oh really?" I smirk, my hands snaking to her chest and lower stomach, stopping to trace irregular shapes on each. She shudders slightly from my cold hands, "Well you were great last night."

"Jade, you still stressed?"

"Yeah," I nod quietly, feeling her turn as my hands retreat gradually.

"Well," the half-Latina smiles, "How about we take the day off together?" I nod happily as her lips capture mine, hands gripping my waist as we stumble until my back is against the counter top. "But lets start with breakfast and then go to this festival I saw on the newspaper."

"You read the newspaper?"

"Yeah, the ones that are left on the driveway."

"I forgot those were there..."

"Uh huh, right," she grins, stepping backwards and striding back downstairs. Shaking my head slightly, I brew myself a coffee and just lean against the counter top, looking out at the windows which overlook multiple neighborhoods and trees. A sigh comes out as I reach over and two sugars are plopped in before a sip is then taken. The liquid burns the roof of my mouth, so much that I end up gasping slightly.

After about a minute or so, I drain the whole mug and waltz downstairs, happily entering our bedroom as Tori changed. Before her shirt is shrugged on lazily, my grin mirrors hers a bit and I turn around to the shower. As the hot water streams across my skin, I smirk slightly, for no reason at all. God Vega, she makes me such a sap... I think to myself, glaring at the shampoo bottle before murmuring, "That's better."

-o0o-

"Jade!" she hisses sternly.

"What? I said 'excuse me'," I mutter back. Rolling her eyes, she slips her credit card into her wallet as she stands up, exiting the table. Internally pleased with myself, I follow Tori out to the parking lot. "Okay, so where's this festival?"

"Uh, near... Let's see, Sherman Oaks."

"Oh, is it that-um, that ah, what is it," I frown at the steering wheel which hummed underneath my fingertips.

"The Sherman Oaks Festival?" she chuckles slightly at my crossed eyes of impatience.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing," Tori looks away, smirking, "I just like that stupid look on your face."

"Which one? What one?" I plead, pulling out to the street.

"When you cross your eyes... I remember you doing that whenever I was acting and messed up on a line. I may have done it on purpose a couple of times."

"Really? Made my brain hurt just for your sake of pleasure?"

"It's not my fault if you do that. Besides, it wasn't a lot of times- just all of the times after those first few months of Hollywood Arts."

"Jesus Vega," I snap playfully, hitting her shoulder.

"Ow!" she yelps, laughing as her hand rubs it, "But yeah, it's the Sherman Oaks Festival. They have all of these cool stuff there for sale, it is insane..."

"Yeah, I remember going to it some years with my dad," I mutter quietly, thinking of some of the rides they would have.

"Really?"

"Yeah. 'Course, that was before he started, you know. But it was good, at least he tried to make some good memories before everything went to shit." I stop almost abruptly as the wheels halt at the red light, feeling some warmth on my thigh. My gaze turns to brown eyes glimmering at me and a small smile stretches across both of our lips, "At least now, and then I suppose, I have you."

"Awwww."

"Tori," I growl, rolling my eyes at her gleeful grin.

"What?" she smirks before murmuring in a low, husked whisper, "Thank you Jade, it means a lot... And I have you too, we have each other- lights green."

"Way to keep the moment going."

"Oh hush up..." As the car continues its journey along the streets, I snicker slightly. once I caught Tori's glare, however, it increases in volume until she finally joins in. After it died down the car rolled right up to the festival, parking along the grass since everybody else didn't have the capacity to think about my car on the parking lot.

Our pace strolls around the grounds, following no particular path as we weave through some of the tents. Calls for someone to buy their jewelry or whatever reaches my ears though I don't care. Not with Tori by my side anyway. "You want ice cream?" she murmurs after a short silence.

"No."

"Shaved ice?"

"No."

"Oh, um..." her brows furrow, "Pretzel?"

"No."

"Hot dog?"

"No."

"Well what do you want to eat?" she pouts, crossing her arms loosely.

A smirk stretches across my face as I glance at her. "You," I whisper quietly in her ear thickly, earning a slight chuckle.

"Well, as much as that sounds- Jade, how are you going to get a meal out of..."

"Of what?"

"Um... that," she blushes slightly.

"I know how," I push out my chest confidently. My eyes switch to hers, and I grin at the dark eyes as she frowns slightly. "And I know you want it..."

"How about we eat lunch and dinner first," she rolls her eyes, giving a coy smile as I wrap my arms around her shoulders. Eventually I go with a sprite while she grabs a pretzel over by a bigger tent. As Tori does so, my eyes wonder over to a bigger tent with multiple tables inside. On those multiple tables were various antique weapons.

Curious, I stroll in, momentarily forgetting about Vega, and gaze down at the rows of knives. Many were engraved with designs, filling the metal with leaves or flowers as if the person who made them became bored and doodled. I nearly lose interest completely before I spot a long row of western pistols. Shrugging slightly, my steps make my way towards them, skimming the labels as I went along. And then, one caught my eye as I nearly stepped away from it.

From prior research about pistols, I know that this was a Colt Peacemaker, though it was difficult to say which year for this one since it looked custom made. My eyes knit together slightly as I gazed down, staring at the dark, auburn wood. Past the handle, the metal was almost like a darker silver, engraved with a finely polished copper of twisting vines, becoming less frequent as they curled along the barrel. The barrel, to my slight pleasure, was roughly around five inches, completing this magnificent prize. As it lay there on a fine, maroon pillow, my eyes flicker over to a card.

Made approximately in the Mid-1800's, this pistol has been passed around for few generations, lost several times. The first rumored owner was an unknown sheriff in Skull-Canyon county who possibly gave it to his daughter, one of the 'Bullet Rangers' remembered in/as South West legends.

"Jade?" a voice snatches me from my thoughts. My body flinches, grasping a cup full of sprite as I did so.

"Hey Tori, look at this..." I murmur, not taking my eyes off the weapon. She gazes down and I feel her go slightly stiff, frowning just as I had at the pistol.

"Look," she pointed at the engraving, and I notice small numbers along a long piece of vine. It read '2.19.1833-12:37'. "Jade, this is kind of creepy..."

"Why? It looks kind of cool," I turn my head, pierced eyebrow raised at her.

"No, I mean I love the design but, that date is my birthday and the time is exactly the same..."

"Whoa..." my eyes widen at the pistol, gaining a new respect and awe of it. "And look at those numbers," I point to the price.

"$32,560? Holy shit!" she cursed under her breath.

"You should have seen the blades that went along with it," we hear a chuckle behind us. Our heads whip around, looking at a older man with a black hat and boots.

"What blades?" I murmur, becoming a bit excited.

"Both of the members of the Bullet Duet, they say, had their unique and own weapon. That right there," he gestures to the Colt Peacemaker, "was one of them. The other was scissors though someone broke into my house and stole 'em a few years back. I think it was 'bout 2014, maybe 15..."

"Scissors?" I whisper, my voice cracking under my enthusiasm.

"Yessum," he nodded, grinning, "Cost 'bout the same as this here pistol. Shame really, both won' sell as much as I think they should have, even when I had both of 'em together."

"Maybe it's the price that scares them off," Tori mutters, looking back at it.

"Ah, yeah. But that's a rare metal that, I mean for its time. Should be 'bout half a million at most with the blackening on it. Not many would do that and what's extremely strange is that's almost stainless steel righ' there..."

"And that's strange because?" Tori asks curiously.

"Well, the Bullet Duet was around during the 50's to the 80's before they died. The thought original owner was known to have it for a few decades before the 50's. Stainless steel, however, really hit the US in the 1870's."

"Yeah, that's really weird," I sigh.

"Now wait a minute... Aren't you two West and Vega?"

"Yep," we say in unison, popping the 'p'.

"Huh, been hearing rumors... Anyway, what's this about the engraved date?"

"Oh, it's nothing much. Just the date and time is the exact same as mine, other than the fact I wasn't born in the 1800's."

"Funny that, hey isn't your father a police officer?"

"Yeah... And the father was a- God this is surreal..." she mutters under her breath.

"My, my. Fancy that, and you said that you loved scissors?" he turns to me.

Before I can open my mouth, Tori snorts and snickers, "More like obsessed." For a moment I play with the idea of hitting her across the shoulder, although what good is it to whack someone for stating the obvious.

"I wouldn't say 'obsessed', more like 'extremely fond that it's pushing the limits'," I chuckle with her.

"Tell ye' what, I'll cut the price in half and you two can have it if you want..." he grins, a bargain flashing in his eyes. The two of us look at each other, then back at the pistol which sat longingly before we nodded. "Alright, it's yours... Just here's some papers you need t' sign." As Tori, really, filled out the papers I noticed the sense of gratitude shot towards us as we claimed this prize. The rest of the time at the festival involved multiple rides and food before we dropped by once again and picked up the antique weapon.

"Hey, there's still a couple of bullets in it," Tori murmured as I drove back home.

"Don't shoot."

"Not going to, just want to try it when we get back," she chuckles.

"Okay... Will the target be Berry?"

"Jade, I'm not shooting my dog."

"Right, totally thought you would," I smirk, watching as she rolls her eyes. "Trina?"

"How about your ass?"

"Okay, never mind... I'm dropping it," I stammer, feeling my but tense. She began to laugh and I couldn't help but join in after that.

-o0o-

In my backyard, yes I actually do have one, I stand on the side, watching Tori. She stands straight and tall, aiming at the white paper on an old trash can. I cringe slightly as I hear the loud crack, putting a hole right through the center of the lazily draw target. "Did I hit it?" she calls, the pistol smoking slightly.

"Dead center, well, a bit to the right," I call out.

"Yeah, I always have..." she mutters, jogging over. "Well, I'll keep the last one in," Tori decides.

"Alright, now are we going to go or not?"

"To what?" she asks blankly.

"The restaurant..."

"Oh yeah. Let's so I won't hear my sister's rants for several months."

"Okay, and then after can we-"

"Yes Jade," she rolls her eyes at my impatient pleas, setting down the pistol before pulling me into a long, heated kiss.

"Okay, just wanted to make sure."

About an hour later we head off, driving about ten minutes over to a restaurant, meeting Trina and Charles, who started dating. We were seated at a booth off to the side, where nobody really looked over unless they were the waitress serving the meal. Once the appetizer was cleared, Trina nearly bolted off to the bathroom, leaving the three of us sitting. "So, uh, how much do you like Trina?" Tori asks, sipping on her drink.

"She's a lot of personality," he chuckles at our enthusiastic nods, "But when you see past that, she's a genuine person which I like."

"Could you help me see it," I smirk slightly.

"Sure... Jade."

"Not calling me 'Miss West' before the premiere?"

"Uh, that would be kind of weird," Charles pointed out as I nod in agreement. "When is it anyway?"

"January 27th, so a month or so away," I answer. There was a sudden ringing and all three of us look around before Charles looks down and snatches his phone from his pocket.

"Hello, oh... hey grandma," he sighs, "I'm gonna take this." With that he stands up and walks out the restaurant, first going through the multiple turns along the tables.

"Well, looks like there's-" Tori begins with a grin, leaning in. I cup her cheek and pull her into a long, deep kiss before her arms clutch my back. Just below my gut feels like a buzzing summer's day, you know, the time when it is ridiculously hot. A smirk takes over my lips as I hear a small moan come from Tori, giving me the chance to slip in my tongue-

"I leave you two for five minutes and you're down each other's throats." I make a strange noise as I pull away, wiping my mouth with my sleeve as I glare at Trina, who stands to the side with her hands on her hips.

"By seven minutes, half of our clothes would have been off," I smirk, earning a playful hit on the shoulder.

"You two already done it?" she asks protectively, sitting back down at her seat.

"Yeah... The night after we started 'officially' dating or whatever," Tori admits coyly.

"Really? The how many times-"

"More than ten," I almost snap. Looking over at the younger sister, I mutter, "I tried counting on my hands earlier and I lost count..."

"Jeez you two are horny bitches..."

"What? "we both snap at Trina.

"You heard me."

"And when are you getting it?" Tori hisses half heartedly.

"Dunno, we're taking it slow unlike some people..." For a couple of minutes we just sit across from each other, staring before I shrug and mutter, "Well, I'm bored," before attacking Tori's lips again.

"Are they trying to fuck at our table?" I hear Charles ask, slightly amused.

"No, it would have been in the bathroom," Tori laughs, bringing everybody else, including a me, with her. As the dinner and eventual cake was devoured, we bade each other goodnight before driving away in our separate vehicles.

-o0o-

It's pretty dark in here, the door's closed anyway. The only light is my alarm clock which baths three of the four walls in a light, red glow. Even with the 'dim' light, I don't know how else to describe it, it doesn't stop me from crawling over Tori after she stripped her top half of clothes, teasing me. Hungrily I capture her lips, feeling so much emotion raging through that I can't keep up. All I know is that it's hot, searing even, and sends an absurd amount of tremors down to my gut.

"Get these off Jade," she almost snaps, taking off my jacket and long-sleeve for me. Licking my lips, I dive back in, kissing along her neck as her legs fold around my back. "God Jade..."

I tease the end of her pants, skimming the skin along it, feeling goose bumps erupt below the tips. I smirk at her shivers as I kiss my way down to her hardened nipples, already erect from the long walk through the hallway and stairs, marking every so often. My knee nudges in between her legs, guiding her further up the bed before I began to grind against it, feeling my underwear begin to dampen slightly.

My lips cup her left nipple as the other one is teased before curling into a grin as she lets out a deep, husky moan. My hips buck slightly into hers, and I let out a hitched breath. Before I completely abandoned her nipples, I suck on the other one, giving it its needed attention. I go back to her lips, moaning in between kisses as her hips grind against mine.

"J-Jade... don't stop- fuck," she breathes in my ear, my face pulling into a contorted cringe as I felt her warm breath. So, instead of stopping, I go faster and harder. Her nails scratch across my back as I feel waves plummet through, and within minutes my hands grip the sheets, knuckles white (I'm assuming here), moaning Tori's name as I jerk slightly before collapsing on her, who was riding her own.

I clamber back over, planting sweet soft kisses, following as she scooted her way to the pillows. As we kiss gingerly, our pants and underwear eventually go to the floor, leaving us completely naked. Deciding to get what I wanted earlier, I made my way casually down and began to kiss around her inner thigh. Tori opened up more, and I take my chance, licking the wet area with a satisfied moan.

My licks start slow, collecting what's already there, before I begin to suck on her hardened nub. As the seconds pass, I smirk to myself as I listen to the music in my ears, becoming more aggressive in my 'assault', if you will. My tongue scraps the surface of her clit, taking another deep moan that nearly made me tremble myself. Her hips buck slightly, even though she tries to contain them the best she can as her hand grasps her right nipple.

While my hand snakes down to tease my own, I begin to work a bit faster, feeling more juices stream into my mouth as I gripped her thigh with my left hand. After a few more minutes, I feel her have another, yet smaller, orgasm and I immediately stop playing with myself, wanting her lips instead. So, after I lapped up the rest of her juices, I climb back over and give soft, pepper kisses along her neck before her lips.

"That was nice..." she murmurs quietly.

"Yeah, but I still want more," I mumble back.

"Of course you do," she smiles, "Just a quick rest, 'k?"

"Yup." I nuzzle right under her chin, my hand lazily playing with the few strands of hair on her shoulder. As I grow bored, I close my eyes and smile as I feel gentle strokes on my back. By this time, I can now identify the different schedules before hand based on the sex. Huh, that sounded better in my head... oh well. Anyway, the times when we can't keep it down or we don't have time to reach downstairs, so we go in the library or living room, are the ones when we don't stop for hours straight. They're fun, sporadic and tiring, God are they tiring. But, as much as I love those, these tamer sessions are the ones I tend to prefer, surprisingly. See, I can feel the raw, underlying emotion a lot better and moments like these, the breaks, is when I can just listen to time tick away as Tori's heart beats beneath my ear-

Beep, beep.

And when we can get interupted easily- "Who the fuck's that?" I growl as Tori reaches for her phone.

"Hello?" Tori murmurs, giving me a small pat in between strokes as an answer.

"Hey! Guess what..." I hear Trina on the other end as Tori lazily puts the call on speaker, allowing the now free hand to caress my wrist tattoo laying on her chest.

"What?" she drawls out.

"I had sex in a car, and you didn't. I had sex in a car, and you didn't," she chants with a hyper tone.

"What about in your own library, living room, guest room, temporary recording studio, kitchen-"

"I get it, you fuck a lot. Don't take away my accomplishment."

"Aww," I sigh in a mockery tone, "Did Trina get jealous of her sister making out with a hot chick?"

"Jade," both said at once, Tori giggling while Trina mortified.

"Yeah, that's me... Charles, are you back there?"

"Uh, huh- Yes I'm not asleep Trina, I enjoy the phone calls after. They're funny," I hear a small voice on the line.

"Oh, well... Um, how are you guys doing?"

"Go-"

"You interrupted us, now go away before I crawl through the phone and wring a wire around your neck," I spat visciously.

"...Tori? Jade's being mean... And cruel..." Trina whines.

"I can't do anything about it," Tori murmurs, "But yeah, I'm gonna go if you're going to start asking for details."

"What? How long's this 'session' anyway, I want to know!"

"Trina, you really don't want to know about our sex life, it's too much for you to handle," Tori smirks cockily, "Besides, we'll be done in a few hours."

"How long can lesbians do it?!" she asks, and I hear the hysterical chucking from a few seconds before morph into laughter.

"Bye Trina..." the younger sister mutters, hanging up. "God my sister, I'm glad she has Charles but seriously... She needs to butt out before she just watches us."

"Why is she your sister again?"

"I don't know," she shrugs, sitting up and climbing out of bed, "But I'm going to take a shower so..." I smirk at hers, following her through the door inside.

Okay, so that's it for this chapter and, it's alright. Anyway, I'm going to make the next chapter the last because I honestly don't know what else to do for this story. I think the reason for that is because the story was originally going to be different (a lot less humor) but it is what it is. Anyway, I have a one-shot being written so that'll be uploaded with the next chapter and I also have a story in mind that I've had for a long while... before this one I think. Well, you're bored reading this, I'm bored writing this (the author's note) so until the next one. :)