NA1: Thanks to Steph who checked all my words over and made sure they were all used in the correct way.

NA2: Thanks to my single reviewer for the last two chapters, you made me smile.

NA3: For all of you that were currious about Chris, this is her chapter.

Disclaimer: I am only playing with the dolls I will return them to their owners when I am done. AKA: Don't sue me!

I heard the faint ringing of my cellphone and tried to crawl into the pillows I was sleeping on. Then I realized I couldn't move anyway, I had a woman sleeping on my chest. Unconsciously my hand came up to stroke her hair and my sleep induced haze started to go away. I had had mind blowing sex with this woman sleeping on me, and while I was drifting off to sleep she had said "I love you, too.". I mean I think she said it. It could have been a figment of my imagination; you know mind blowing sex and being tired can cause that.

My phone stopped ringing for a moment before it started again.

"Ugh, make it stop sweetie." Heather murmured, trying to bury herself in my cleavage.

I angled my head down, kissing Heather's forehead. "For me to make it stop you got to get up." Heather groaned but lifted herself off me.

I reached over and picked up the phone, opening it, and immediately regretting it.

"Catherine Marie Willows. Where are you?"

I sighed into the phone, hearing my mother's biting tone assault me through the tiny speaker.

"Mom, I am well over eighteen years old. I don't have to tell you where I am anymore."

Heather looked over at me, an eyebrow raised at the mention of mom. Then she did one of the sweetest things I could ever imagine, she mouthed "Do you need a way out of the call?".

I shook my head, listening to my mother. "Well, when my granddaughter calls me up and tells me that you aren't home and aren't at work, and that she just went home to an empty house and her friend Chris's mother took her back to their house, I think I have a right. For all I know you were kidnapped."

"Yes, I was kidnapped mother, and I am currently being held a sexual hostage." I answer her, and watch Heather's hand fly over her mouth, trying to contain her laughter. She apparently wasn't quiet enough.

"Who is that in the background? Are you at some woman's house, leaving your daughter all by her lonesome? You are aren't you! I know it!" She yelled into the phone.

Heather looked at me wide eyed and gave up saying out loud. "I'm sorry sweetie."

"Yes mother, I am at my girlfriend's house. And unless you have something pertinent to say I have a date in the shower with her, and my daughter is at her girlfriend's house, so I am pretty competent that she is fine."

The look I got from Heather displayed a multitude of things, but the one that took precedent was a look of utter shock that I would speak to my mother like that.

"Just because you are gay Catherine does not mean that your daughter is!"

I closed my phone and turned it off. I refused to listen to my mother lecture me on how if Lindsey was gay it was all my fault and that I'm pushing my lifestyle on her. Up until four days ago Lindsey hadn't truly known I was gay. I'm sure she had her suspicions but never once had I bought a woman home for her to meet.

"So we have a shower date hu?" Heather said, grinning and moving out of the bed.

I nodded and rolled out of the bed and followed her into the bathroom, where she had already started the water. We both stepped into the shower and I remembered her comment earlier about being unfulfilled. I stood behind Heather and stood on my toes, placing kisses on her neck.

Heather smiled and dropped her head back onto my shoulder. "Is this my payment for earlier?"

"Maybe, do you want it to be?" I said, my hand drifting down her body.

"Oh very much so. I love shower sex." Heather said, turning her head so she could kiss the bottom of my jaw.

"You make it sound like you do shower sex a good bit." I say, turning Heather around in my embrace.

She grinned looking at me, before pulling me into another kiss. I backed her up until her back hit the wall, pinning her against it. I kissed her again before moving down her body and placing kisses on both of her breasts. Heather gasped and arched on the wall. I giggled and stood back up, capturing her lips with my own and let my hand travel back down her body, cupping her core.

"God Catherine!" She hissed out, her hips trying to force my fingers in her.

I leaned forward just a bit, close to her ear and whispered, "Eager aren't we?"

Heather nodded and went back to trying to get my hand in her.

I took her earlobe in mouth, sucking on it, and grazing it with my teeth. When Heather gasped again, I couldn't make her wait any longer. I got down on my knees and inserted two fingers into her, slowly moving in and out and placed my mouth over her clit, sucking on it while, trying not to be killed by Heather's hips.

I thought I was doing a pretty good job, but apparently Heather disagreed. Her hand found its way to the back of my head, shoving my face further into her heat, and I had to relearn how to finger her.

"More Catherine! More!" She screamed out, and I happily complied, adding a third finger, and making the come hither motion. Apparently that was enough for her, because the sound that came out of Heather's mouth could only be described as animalistic. I gasped, feeling the muscles in Heather's body grab my fingers with no intention of letting go and hearing her back slam into the wall.

While Heather rode it out I stayed where I was, holding her waist with my free arm, and continuing my movements in her on a much smaller scale. When she came back down I saw her look down at me and I repeated her actions, pulling my fingers out and sucking them clean. "You're quiet tasty too dear." I remarked, standing back up and pulling her close to me.

"That was amazing Catherine." She sighed into my neck. I smiled and we finished our shower, although it was a lot less entertaining.

We walked out of the bathroom in big fluffy towels, and raided Heather's closet and dresser. I watched in amazement as Heather wiggled into skin tight leather pants, while her skin was still damp. Not an easy feat.

"Heather."

"Yea sweetie?" She asked, turning around in her closet, while she put her red lacy bra on.

"Will you come home with me tonight?" I asked, looking down as I pulled on the tank top and jean shorts she had given me.

"You sure?" She asked, pulling her own shirt over her head, and adjusting it so it sat perfectly on her breasts.

I nodded and threw her my phone. "Open it and read my texts."

Heather took a moment, walking back into the main part of the room, reading the first text I had gotten from Lindsey while we were in the shower.

"Did you tell her it was okay for Chris to spend the night?"

I nodded, "On the condition that if her girlfriend got to spend the night, so did mine."

Heather looked at me, her jaw wide open. "What did she say?" She inquired, once she regained her composure.

"Fine. Although I'm sure if text messages could covey emotion it would have been a sulky fine." I told her, sitting down on the bed, impressed that both of us had managed to get dressed and not jump each other. I looked around and found the clock, seeing that it was almost five o'clock already.

Heather laughed and sat next to me, putting her arms around me. "So what time do we need to leave then to get back to your house?"

I sighed and leaned against her. "Like five minutes."

Heather released me and got up, going into her closet again and I sat on the bed, startled. "What are you doing?"

"Packing clothes, because, don't get me wrong, I love you sweetie, but your wardrobe sucks."

I wanted to be a little ticked that she insulted my wardrobe but she had done it in the same sentence as saying she loved me, which had definitely tamed my irritation.

"So I didn't imagine you saying you loved me earlier?" I asked, holding my breath.

"No. Is that why you didn't say anything? You thought you had just imagined it?" Heather asked, standing in the door way of her closet with a large duffel bag.

I nodded and looked away. "I was coming down from one amazing orgasm, so I chalked it up to my brain trying to complete every fantasy I had ever had."

Heather dropped the duffel bag, with a quiet audible thump and walked over to me, before putting her arms around my waist and kissing me deeply. "Catherine Marie Willows, I love you."

I looked at her and smiled. "And I love you Heather."

Heather smiled and let me go and went back to her large bag.

"What do you have in that Heather?"

"Well, four pairs of shoes, three bras, a hand full of underwear, two pairs of pants, six shirts, four skirts, and a few other odds and ends. I still have to get my hair stuff and make up."

I looked at her and blinked a few times. "You are most defiantly the woman in our relationship sweetie."

"Only out side of the bedroom." Heather said over her shoulder, walking into the bathroom to retrieve the other things she deemed important.

I got up and stood in the doorway, watching Heather pull out a vast array of odds and ends that apparently would complete any outfit she chose.

When she was done she stood up and lifted the bag and held it out to me. "Will my wonderful, apparently manly, girlfriend carry my bag for me?" She asked, with big puppy dog eyes.

I sighed and took the bag, putting it over my shoulder and followed her out of the house and to my SUV.

We drove back to my house in almost complete silence, but it was far from uncomfortable. Heather's hand rested lightly on my thigh, not pushing, but a comforting feeling.

When I pulled into my driveway I saw my daughter and the girl I assumed was her girlfriend sitting on the steps. I had to laugh to myself. Like mother like daughter. We seemed to have similar taste in women. Chris was a thin build, with deep red hair, that flowed down her back, even when pulled into a lose pony tail like it was now.

Chris noticed us first and stood up and pulled Lindsey up with her, pointing at the SUV. Heather looked over at me and took my hand in her own. "Are you going to be okay?"

I nodded and smiled at her, before opening the door and getting her bag.

When I turned around Lindsey was looking at me with extreme distaste. That was until Heather got out of the car and walked up behind me, her arms going around me.

Chris either didn't see the hostility or she chose to ignore it and walked up to me and Heather and smiled. "It's very nice to meet you Miss Willows, and I assume Miss Kessler."

I nodded and I felt Heather let go of my waist. "And you must be Chris." Heather said, walking in front of me, stealing my keys and going to the house with the girls while I was left with her massive bag.

I followed them in and put Heather's bag in my room before finding all three girls in the kitchen, deciding what Heather would be cooking for dinner. I watched from the doorway and realized for the first time that this was what I wanted. I wanted to watch the woman I loved cook dinner in my kitchen. I wanted to see her laughing as she denied whatever outrageous request my daughter made. I wanted to share my life with her, for the rest of my life. Even if that did mean I would have to learn that stop wasn't a safe word in bed with her, it just got her off more.

Heather turned and saw me standing in the doorway and smiled before going back to listening to the two girls' requests.

I left them alone in the kitchen and sat down in the living room, turning on the t.v. and checking the movie channels. I must have been sitting in the living room for at least fifteen minutes by myself, looking through the movies we might all like, when Chris came in and sat down close to me.

"I really like your girlfriend. She's really funny, and I think she would be good for Lindsey to have in her life."

I looked at the girl and got the feeling I was looking at a small Heather. "Why do you say that?" I asked, putting the remote down and pulling my legs under myself.

"Don't get me wrong Miss Willows, I love your daughter with my whole heart but, she needs someone in her life that is a bit stronger then you. And before you get upset I am not saying you're not strong, you just aren't strong in the traditional sense of the word." Chris said, looking at her hands in her lap. "Miss Kessler on the other hand, she radiates this, I don't know, I guess dominance, and you know the moment you speak with her that she is not a woman to be played with. If she wants your attention and respect, you better give it."

I listened and realized everything the young woman had said was right. Heather did radiate this command that no one with a partially sane mind would ever try to mess with.

"I understand what you're saying Chris. Don't worry, I'm not mad that you think my girlfriend is more dominate than I am." I said, laughing it off.

Chris smiled before Lindsey walked into the room, sending me a death glare worthy of the criminals I put away every day.

"Apologize." The word left Chris's mouth is such a biting tone I had to check to make sure Heather wasn't sitting beside me.

"I'm sorry mom." Lindsey said half heartedly.

Chris stood up and grabbed Lindsey's arm, quiet forcefully before biting out. "Mean it!"

Lindsey looked up and swallowed. "I'm sorry mom." This time, it did genuinely sound like she meant it.

I looked over Lindsey's head and saw Heather standing in the door way, a glass in her hand, and saw the smirk that graced her face. She looked at me and motioned towards Chris then herself.

"Dinner is ready." She said, drawing the attention off of the situation at hand.

Chris let go of Lindsey and followed her into the kitchen when I heard her command my daughter to set the table while she fixed the dishes for everyone.

Heather walked over and kissed me lightly, letting me taste the drink she had been sipping earlier.

"You made tea?" I asked, marveling at the taste of tea and strawberries mixed together.

Heather nodded handed me the glass. "I like coffee and all but tea has always had a spot in my heart that coffee would never fill."

Heather led me into the kitchen where I saw Lindsey sitting at the table with Chris. The two spots open had a plate full of fried eggs and toast with two cups, filled with the same tea Heather was drinking.

I sat down with Heather and soon found that among the many talents my girlfriend had, she was also ambidextrous. My left hand soon found its way into Heather's right while she used her left to eat. Chris watched Heather hold my hand and smiled. It seemed Chris was happier to see me and Heather together then my own daughter was.