A/N: Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter. They really brightened my day and helped me with the direction of the story. As always, suggestions are definitely welcome. :)

That night, Olivia found herself sitting on the couch with Abbie just as she had been before Alex left. Serena had woken up, gone for a jog, and run some errands while Abbie and Olivia were still on the couch playing video games. Olivia didn't want to bring up what had happened and Abbie didn't want to further depress her friend so, instead, they played Donkey Kong Country followed by Mortal Kombat, and Mario-Kart. The only time they stopped was to polish off a large pizza and half a bottle of tequila between the two of them. They had asked Serena to join them, but she was more interested in having a three-way call with Casey and Connie.

"Why don't we have margarita mix?" Abbie asked as she took another sip from the tequila bottle.

"Because you said mixed drinks are for bitches and that grown ass women drink it straight," Olivia reminded her.

"I said that?"

"You were already drunk, but you said it, nonetheless."

"Whatever," Abbie said as she laid the controller on the coffee table. "I'm done with this."

"Yeah, me too," Olivia told her. The alcohol she had consumed was starting to take its toll on her so she rested her head on Abbie's shoulder and closed her eyes. "Hold me?"

"Don't I always?"

"It'd be so much easier if you were my girlfriend," Olivia said. "And so much more fun."

"Mmhmm," Abbie said and started kissing Olivia's neck. "Except you don't put out enough."

"Abbie!"

"What?" Abbie asked innocently. "I'm only kidding. I know you'd put out, Liv. I mean, look at me. I'm gorgeous. No woman can resist."

"And so modest," Olivia teased. She hoped her actions were alcohol induced, but she laid Abbie down and got on top of her. She had expected Abbie to be playful or even flirtatious, but instead she slightly lifted herself up so her lips met Olivia's. Without breaking the kiss, Abbie reversed their positions so that she was on top of Olivia. Olivia wanted to breakaway—she had to breakaway—but she didn't allow herself to. This is normal. We're just friends and we're expressing our love for each other, Olivia thought as she watched Abbie remove her shirt and her bra. With her hands slowly working their way up from Abbie's waist to her breasts, she realized how different Abbie was in comparison to Alex. Her body wasn't as soft as Alex's and she definitely wasn't as delicate as Alex. She was so much thinner than Alex and so much stronger than Alex. As she had Olivia pinned down, she could see the muscles in her arms and the muscles in her abs slightly flex.

"You still have that track star body," Olivia pointed out, her fingertips lightly grazing Abbie's abdominal muscles.

"I try," Abbie said and Olivia noticed that she was actually blushing. "I've always loved your body, Livya. I used to watch you get dressed in the locker room when we were 7th graders."

"I knew you were watching me," Olivia said in between kisses.

"Not that it mattered. You always had such a hard-on for Lex."

"I still have a hard-on for her," Olivia told her, paying more attention to Abbie's words instead of her actions.

"Not this time," Abbie said, smiling wide enough for Olivia to see her adorable dimples. "This time, I know you're hard for me and only me."

With one swift move, Abbie pulled down Olivia's panties from underneath her black jumper.

"What are you doing?" Olivia asked.

"You'll see," Abbie said nonchalantly. She tossed Olivia's panties on the ground and started to taste her.

"Abbie!" Olivia said angrily

"What?" Abbie asked. She picked her head up and started to wipe the wetness from around her mouth.

"You're going down on me?"

"Yeah," Abbie said and gave her a confused look. "What's the problem?"

"I know you've been drinking," Olivia began, "and so have I, but still. This is just—I can't do this."

"Because of Alex?"

"Yes!" Olivia said, feeling as if she was stating the obvious. "Because of Alex, because of Serena, because of—"

"Serena doesn't care," Abbie pointed out. Olivia was shocked when she saw Abbie get up from the couch and walk over to the room. "Baby, do you care if I go down on Olivia?"

"No," Serena told her. "It's fine as long as you let me watch."

Once Abbie had gotten up, Olivia saw it as the perfect opportunity to put her panties back on. She handed Abbie her bra and shirt and Abbie reluctantly put them on.

"Liv, what's wrong?" Abbie asked, cuddling up to Olivia on the sofa. "I thought we were okay."

"We were," Olivia told her.

"Were?"

"Abbie, you know how I feel about you," Olivia admitted. "You're so fun and—and—sexy and…"

"…and you'd never cheat on Alex again," Abbie said in a bored tone of voice. "This isn't cheating, Olivia. You and I are best friends and this is just sex. This is me getting you off because Alex can't."

"I have to go," Olivia told her. She tried to get up, but Abbie grabbed her hand.

"No. We need to talk about this. I can't have you mad at me."

Mad at her? Was she mad at her? Olivia honestly didn't have time to decide whether or not she was mad at Abbie. After all, Abbie hadn't forced herself on Olivia.

Olivia had gone along with everything and maybe even initiated it. They were used to kissing; kissing was normal and innocent, as innocent as one can be with their tongue in their best friend's mouth. Kissing is fine, Olivia had told herself countless times, but what is it that got them to the point where kissing wasn't enough? Where was the line between two friends expressing their love and downright cheating on their girlfriends? Either way, Olivia knew they had crossed it way before Abbie went down on her.

Even though she went down on her for a short amount of time, Olivia still felt as if Abbie now had a part of her. Olivia may have had sex with her fair share of women over the years, but only three of them had ever been allowed to go down on her and those three had been her girlfriends. The first had been Jenny and, although she wasn't skillful with her tongue, 16-year-old Olivia was so caught up in the fact that a girl was going down on her that she didn't care whether or not Jenny was any good. In fact, Olivia saw it as something to brag about since neither Abbie nor Alex had ever had oral sex—or any type of sex. They hung on to her every word and Olivia loved the fact that she was now a woman while her friends were still little girls. Connie, on the other hand, was the first girl who made sex enjoyable for her. For the first time, Olivia didn't have to worry about someone hurting her or forcing her to do things she didn't want to do, but there was still something missing. She wanted Alex; she had always wanted Alex. Olivia trusted Alex and she knew that Alex could trust her, or at least she used to be able to trust her.

"I have to tell Alex," Olivia blurted out.

"No, you don't!" Abbie insisted. "I don't want you telling her."

"She's my girlfriend, Abbie. I have to."

"It'll just upset her. You know how Alex is."

Olivia couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew it would upset her, but she felt as if she had to tell Alex. They were about to have a baby together and Olivia felt as if it would be worse for Alex just to find out as opposed to her coming clean about what had happened.

"She needs to hear it."

"She needs to hear it?" Abbie scoffed. "You want to tell your girlfriend that I went down on you for like two seconds? What is that going to solve, Olivia? You're making something out of nothing."

"It's not nothing," Olivia insisted. "You were going down on me, Abbie. Call me old-fashioned, but that's something you should save for the woman you love."

"You are the woman I love," Abbie said and playfully kissed Olivia.

She doesn't get it, Olivia thought.

"You don't get it, Olivia," Abbie said and Olivia wondered if she had somehow read her mind.

"I get it," Olivia told her. "I just…I'll always love you, but I'm in love with Alex. You know she's everything to me."

"I'm not in love with you, Olivia!" Abbie said angrily. "You're so fucking into yourself that you think everyone is in love with you."

"Abbie—"

"No, fuck you, Olivia," Abbie said and got up. Olivia tried to stop her, but she was already on her way to the bedroom she shared with Serena. The sound of the door slamming gave Olivia the feeling that she had just lost her best friend and she was about to lose her girlfriend.

"Baby?" Serena asked as her girlfriend changed into her pajamas without saying so much as a word.

"What?"

"You know I hate when you wear pajamas to bed. I can help you out of them."

"Rena?"

"Yes, Abbiekins?"

"You're the perfect girlfriend," Abbie said as she climbed into bed next to her girlfriend. She took the magazine Serena was reading out of her hands and placed it on the nightstand. At that moment, she had to have Serena's full attention. She playfully gripped Serena's thighs and pressed her body into hers.

"I know I'm perfect," Serena told her. "You're not so bad yourself."

"I really love you."

"I love you, too, but what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Abbie insisted. "Just kiss me."

"What's up with Liv?"

"I don't know," Abbie responded. "She freaked out about earlier."

"Which is normal," Serena told her.

"She's so uptight these days," Abbie said sadly. "I miss who she used to be."

"She's not uptight; she's just got a lot on her plate," Serena informed her. "They're going to have a baby. That's a huge responsibility. Besides, they were never into the sort of things we're into. Alex and Olivia are so vanilla and we aren't, babe."

"I'm glad we're not," Abbie confessed. "There's more to life than what Alex and Olivia have."

"And they probably say there's more to life than what we have," Serena pointed out.

There was no way she was going to argue with her girlfriend, so she turned around and fell asleep with her hand cupping Serena's hand. Even while she was asleep, she had to have some type of physical contact with Serena.

Olivia grabbed the tablet with Alex's hotel information written on it. Alex had nearly begged her not to call or show up unless there was an emergency, but Olivia knew this definitely qualified as an emergency. She changed from the black jumper she was wearing into some jeans and a softball shirt from high school. It was a bold move, but she wanted Alex to see her as the girl she fell in love with all of those years ago; the girl she trusted and loved as if she would never get hurt.