"Holy Shit!"

Paige gasped, her body tensing up, as she woke up to a figure less than an inch away from her face. She relaxed against her pillow when she came to and realized that it was only Emily.

Emily was on all fours, her body astride Paige's, and her smiling face almost touching Paige's confused one.

"How long have you been watching me sleep?"

"Too long!" Emily was almost shouting in her excitement. She started bouncing up and down against the mattress. "Come play with me, Paige!"

It was an offer that Paige couldn't refuse, even though they had spent the entire night before playing together. It was a Saturday morning; the semester was winding down; Why not?

Paige tried to get up, but Emily pushed her back down against the mattress. So, that's the way you want to play? Paige struggled with her for dominance for a few minutes, getting all hot and bothered, until she broke. She couldn't take any more of the light foreplay, so she decided to kick things in gear. She knew the spot on Emily's shoulder; one well-timed kiss just as her roaming fingers made it into position on the border and...

"Hey! No fair," Emily moaned, her fist so tight in Paige's hair that Paige was worried she would end up with a bald spot.

"All's fair in love and war!"

"Oh, God! That's what I need right now, McCullers - a tired old cliché to keep me in the moment..." Emily bit her lip as her hips tensed, thrusting up and into Paige's fingers. "Maybe you should put that tongue to better use," she managed to squeak.

Paige's lips curled into a smirk before they slowly, torturously, kissed their way down Emily's body, down where Emily needed them.

"What's so funny?"

Emily was lying on top of Paige with her hands on Paige's chest and her chin resting on her intertwined fingers, enjoying the soothing feeling of Paige's fingers as they combed through her hair.

"I was just thinking about our first time together, way back in first semester," Paige said, unable to stop smiling. "That weekend I spent at your place?"

Emily lifted her head from Paige's chest. "That's what's so funny?"

"No..." Paige drew the word out playfully. "Not funny... I... I just didn't know what hit me. You totally threw me for a loop."

"Yeah?"

Paige nodded. "Yeah. My mind kept telling me, 'It's a trap! Get the fuck out!' but..."

Emily hid her eyes behind her fingers. "I came on too strong?"

Paige shook her head, still smiling at the memory. "No. You were just..."

Emily bit her lip. "Oh, God! I was so stupid!"

Paige moved Emily's hands away from her face. "Emily, you were...Amazing." (kiss) "Unbelievable." (kiss) "Sexy." (kiss) "Who could possibly walk away from you?"

Emily sighed, remembering the way that their series of hook-ups came to an abrupt end. "You did."

"I was just scared."

Emily sat up, straddling Paige's hips, and started to put her hair up, not failing to notice how Paige's eyes worked their way up her torso, taking in the sight. Paige stroked Emily's side, from under her upraised arms down to her hips. It sent a tingle through Emily, and her thighs contracted around Paige.

"Do you miss those days?"

Paige took a deep breath. "I mean, those days were incredible, Em, but... it's so much better now, don't you think?"

Emily leaned down and gave Paige a kiss. "So much better."

"At first, it was this hot, unbridled lust, and then, we were both kind of, like, doing this dance where we were together but we weren't together; we could talk on the phone all night long - like, we were connecting every way except physically. And, now... Now, I feel like Hanna Montana."

Emily looked puzzled, not knowing where Paige was heading with that statement, until Paige sang out, "I get the best of both worlds!"

Emily laughed, then pushed Paige down by the shoulders to give her another kiss.

"I mean," Paige continued, "I get to make hot monkey love with this totally hot babe, - and, bonus! It turns out she's my soul mate, too!"

Emily's next kiss was deeper; more soulful. She let her hand start to explore the length of Paige's increasingly warm body. "Oh!" she said, with a giggle of surprise when her fingers ended up wet. "I guess you're ready for me again?"

Paige smiled shyly, and Emily moved the kisses to her cheek, jaw, and neck, working her hips against Paige's stomach as her fingers began a steady rhythm, in and out.

The next time Paige woke up, she was in a much more familiar position. Emily's arm was wrapped tight around her, and she could feel the breaths from Emily's gentle exhales tickling against her shoulder. She thought that she could stay there forever.

Her stomach thought otherwise.

"Hey," she said, squeezing Emily's hand, without turning around.

"Hnnngh," Emily muttered into her back.

"Are you hungry?"

Emily nodded. Her eyes were still closed.

"Let's go get some breakfast."

"What time is it?"

Paige sat up and reached over Emily to get her phone. "Whoops!" she said when she saw what time it was. "Let's go get some lunch?"

"We slept through breakfast?" Emily's sleepy voice asked. Her eyes were still closed, and her forehead was furrowed in confusion.

"No, we fucked through breakfast. We slept through lunch."

Emily sat up in a panic. "We slept through lunch? I was supposed to meet my advisor over lunch!"

Paige laughed.

"It's not funny, Paige! I'm in big trouble!"

"It actually is pretty funny, Em! Today's Saturday. You met your advisor yesterday, remember?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah." Emily fluffed up her pillow and lay back down, with an adorable scowl. "Then why are you waking me?"

"Because I'm starv..." Paige smiled, looking at her sleepy girlfriend. Emily looked positively angelic when she slept. Paige kissed her on the forehead. "You know what? Never mind. Go back to sleep. I'll go pick us up something."

As Paige moved to get up, Emily's hand reached to find her. It latched onto an arm and used it to pull Paige back onto the bed. Her eyes still closed, she puckered her lips for a kiss. "You're good to me," she said, and rolled over, pulling the sheet on top of herself.

When Paige got back, Emily had gotten up and showered. She wasn't really dressed; she just threw on the short silk robe that she often wore when she was on the prowl. She chose it because it would give Paige something to stare at; something to ensure that her motivation didn't fade during lunch.

She greeted Paige at the door with a kiss. "Something smells good!" Taking the grease-stained paper bags out of Paige's hands, she asked, "Del Rossi's?" Paige nodded, smiling. "God, Paige, are you trying to kill me?" As much as she loved the greasy burgers and salty fries, she hadn't been hitting the pool or the gym as much as she should have since she she moved in with Paige. Although, to be fair, she was still getting regular workouts - and two-a-days on weekends. Sometimes, three- or even four-a-days, on a good weekend.

And then it hit her. Del Rossi's... comfort food... "Wait... Paige... Are you trying to tell me something?" Gesturing in the direction of Paige's zipper, she asked, "Are you closing for business down there?" She pulled her robe a bit more closed and tightened the sash.

"No..." Paige drew out the word and rolled her eyes as she took the bag back from Emily. "You don't have my cycle timed out yet?"

Emily scoffed. "Please. I'm just waiting for you to sync up with mine!"

"Well, first of all, that's just a myth, and, second, you're the one who would sync up with mine!"

"Yeah. Well, we'll see about that."

"So?"

"What?"

"So, open your robe back up!" Paige waved her hands at the garment. "Come on - I went out and got lunch! At least give me something, woman!"

Emily swatted Paige away as she tried to take matters into her own hands. "Chill, horn dog! I don't want the food to get cold 'cause you can't keep your hands to yourself!"

They had lunch on the couch, watching Netflix. When they finished eating, Emily stretched out on the couch, reclining against Paige. Paige's hands were idly exploring the smoothness of Emily's thighs, and Emily moaned, softly and occasionally, at the feeling.

Emily leaned her head back and kissed Paige on the bottom of her chin. "Why can't every day be like this?"

"I know, right?"

"Love you," Emily declared, her head still tilted back.

Paige squeezed her arms around Emily. "I love you, too."

When the movie ended, Emily sprang to her feet, extending her hands to help Paige off of the couch. "Come on," she urged, jogging in place, "you have to help me work off all those calories that you loaded me up with."

Paige reached inside Emily's robe and pulled her close, peppering her neck with kisses. Her hands were soft and warm against Emily's waist. "Finally!" She didn't mean to say it out loud.

"Paige!"

"Yeah?"

"Not like that! Get dressed! You're going for a run with me!"

"Emily!"

"What?"

"You're killing me, here." Paige's voice was low and husky, and punctuated with kisses to Emily's neck and chest. "First, you made me wait for lunch," she whined, "then you made me wait till the end of the movie, and now you're going to make me go for a run?"

"Um, hello! You're the one who pumped me full of all those carbs for lunch!"

I'll pump you full of... something else. Fortunately for her, Paige managed to keep that thought to herself.

"And, besides, it's not as if you didn't get any all last night. And all this morning!"

"Are you seriously telling me," Paige could feel Emily's knees start to buckle, "that you would rather pound the pavement than pound the mattress? You know, work off those calories horizontally?"

Emily jumped into Paige's arms, locking her ankles behind Paige's back. "Go!" she commanded, "but you'd better give me one hell of a workout!"

"Are we normal?" Emily, lying in Paige's embrace, with her head on Paige's chest, sighed deeply.

"What do you mean?"

"We have sex all the time!"

Paige giggled inaudibly, but Emily could feel it in her body.

"Paige!" Emily turned away from Paige, lying on her back.

"Normal's overrated," Paige shrugged.

"I'm serious!" Emily got up on one elbow, looking down at Paige. "Who even lives like this?" She gestured with her hand, stroking it through her hair at the end of the question. "It's like bad fiction! Bad fan fiction, written by some horny teenager!"

"We're normal," Paige said reassuringly. "We're just in, you know, that honeymoon phase of our relationship."

Emily sighed. "And how long does that last?"

Paige scrunched her lips. "A good thirty, forty years..."

Emily rolled her eyes. "So, you're saying that, after forty years, you're not going to want this anymore?" she asked, pointing to her body.

"No, I'm saying, at the rate we're going, I'll probably blow out my hip by then, and we'll have to dial it back a little."

"Oh, stop!"

Paige kissed the palm of Emily's hand. "We'll slow down once we have kids, though... I mean, if we have kids. If you even want to have kids. With me. I mean, not with me - together with me." Paige was getting increasingly flustered as she tried to backtrack.

Emily laughed at Paige's adorable nervousness. "Paige... We already had this discussion, remember?"

"I remember," Paige said softly. "I just..."

"Just what?"

"Emily, you could be with any girl you want. I just..."

Emily put her finger on Paige's lips to silence her. "I am with the girl I want, Paige. I'm not looking for anything else. Why would I?" Emily moved her finger from Paige's lips, placing a quick kiss in its place. "You said it yourself: We're soulmates."