Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
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Emerson, Lake and Palmer -Karn Evil #9 First Impression

Paris, France

November, 2005

Chapter 1

Maggie tangled her hands in Bianca's hair and pulled her closer, enjoying the feel of soft, warm lips beneath her own. Bianca gripped Maggie's brand new blue Rangers jersey in her fists, leaning into the kiss with abandon.

Slowly, Maggie pulled back then brushed her lips against Bianca's once more. "Binks," she whispered against that soft mouth. "I want you to come."

Bianca pulled back. "Excuse me?"

"Come with me. Back to Pine Valley."

"Oh. Oh!" Bianca started laughing. "You startled me there for a minute," she chuckled. "I mean, you're good, but…"

Maggie was silent for a minute then she grinned. "I must be losing my touch…"

"You want to go back to Pine Valley?" Bianca's brow knitted with confusion. "Are you sure?"

"I think I need to, B. I left so fast with you, I never said good-bye."

"Good-bye? To whom?"

Maggie caught Bianca's eyes with her own. "Frankie."

"Oh, sweetie…" Bianca whispered, cupping Maggie's cheek with her hand. She pulled the blonde to her, wrapping her arms around the slender body.

There was a sigh as Maggie returned Bianca's hold, her lips seeking, and finding, the pulse in Bianca's neck. "Plus, your mom called. She wants to know if we're coming for Thanksgiving…"

Crap…

Ah, the kitchen.

A house is identified by its kitchen. The kitchen is what makes a house a home. The enticing smells, the warm atmosphere, the sense of family.

A kitchen is a haven.

A harbor.

Inspiration point.

Make-out central…

God, Maggie was glad to have the kitchen back. Twice since Kendall left she and Bianca found themselves doing incredibly wicked things to each other in the kitchen. Maggie loved the kitchen…

Currently, she was once again planted on the counter, her ankles hooked at the small of Bianca's back, Bianca's hands on her hips, the two of them happily necking like hormonal teenagers.

Bianca managed to pull back. "Stop trying to distract me," she murmured, tilting her head so Maggie could once again attack her delicate throat.

"Distract you? Moi?"

"Yes you," Bianca attempted to stop Maggie from capturing her lips again. "I swear, ever since my sister left, all you've wanted to do was neck in the kitchen. We make out in here more than we eat."

"I don't hear you complaining."

"Yeah, well, when your lips are glued to mine, it doesn't leave a lot of room for talk…" She pressed her forehead to Maggie's. "Talk to me, Mags," she whispered. "You mentioned going home for a visit."

Instead of answering, Maggie rolled her forehead against Bianca's and quickly captured her lips in kiss. Sliding off the counter, she leaned into Bianca, pressing her backwards and down onto the kitchen floor, a hand cradling the dark head from hitting the imported Italian tile.

"Hmm, cold," Bianca whispered huskily. "This is something new…" She grabbed Maggie's blonde head in her hands, brown eyes locking on brown eyes. "Don't think this gets you off the hook."

"Give me a minute and we won't be thinking at all…"

"Oh Bianca, I'm so glad you, Miranda and Maggie have decided to come back to Pine Valley to visit," Erica gushed through the phone lines. "You'll finally have the opportunity to see the new place your Uncle Jack and I built."

Bianca held the phone to her ear, her other hand over her eyes. She never said they were coming for sure, only that it was something Maggie was considering. Sighing, knowing her decision had just been made, Bianca could only hope the new place her mother and Jack had built was huge. And soundproof…

Crap…

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Maggie looked around the jet, the deep leather seats, the mahogany counters, the DVD player, wet bar and airphone. The last time she was here, she had been running far and fast from Pine Valley. Now here she was, the jet pointing back in that direction, Bianca and Miranda once again at her side.

Lord, life is funny sometimes…

"You okay?" Bianca asked, gently running a hand down Maggie's back. "Mags?"

"Since it's just the three of us and the pilots," Maggie said in reply, tossing Bianca that lopsided Stone grin, "I don't suppose we're going to be joining the mile-high club, huh?"

Bianca laughed. "Maggie…"

"Because that bathroom is huge!"

"Maggie! Airplane bathroom! Um, eeww."

Maggie rolled her eyes. "Come on, B, it's a private jet!"

"Still, bathroom." She held up a hand. "Eww."

"Sometimes you show absolutely no imagination, Binks..." She threw herself onto one of the leather sofas and crossed one jeans-clad leg over the other, crossing her arms over her chest. "And I certainly didn't hear you complaining when we christened the bathroom back in the apartment."

Bianca gave Maggie a look, her brow furrowed in curiosity. If she didn't know better, she'd think the blonde was actually pouting. "There's a difference, Maggie," she replied, moving to stand in front of the blonde and crossing her arms over her own chest. "Our bathroom, ourclean bathroom, is back in Paris. This bathroom, this is a private jet and again, I repeat, airplane bathroom! Eww!"

"Fine," Maggie muttered, picking at a loose thread on her jeans. Yep, she was pouting. Suddenly, she gave Bianca a sly little look. "Shall we chance rugburn, then?" she asked with a grin.

Bianca grinned back. "No, but I hear these couches fold out."

Maggie's eyes nearly popped out of her head at Bianca's words. "And what about Miranda?" she asked.

"Two words: Privacy. Curtain."

"And if she hears us?"

"One word, two syllables. Naptime."

With a grin, Maggie pushed herself to her feet, advancing on Bianca with determination. "Gotta hand it to ya, B, you thought ahead, didn't you?"

"Well, I know how you think."

"Just so you know," Maggie whispered, hooking her fingers in the belt loops on Bianca's jeans and tugging her close. She buried her face in Bianca's neck, kissing her way up to the perfect shell of an ear. "I brought the jersey…"

Despite herself, Bianca smiled as Maggie continued to kiss and nip at her earlobe. "Hey, Maggie?"

"Hmm?"

"You think we could wait until we actually get in the air?"

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Pine Valley, PA

November, 2005

Bianca smacked Maggie's hand.

"What?!" Maggie exclaimed, shaking her stinging hand. Man, that was a pretty good smack Binks just laid on her.

"We are not at home, Maggie, you can't just get all handsy where ever you want. I swear, it's like living with an octopus sometimes." Bianca looked around the huge room. "For one thing, this is not our kitchen. Get off the counter."

Maggie rubbed her hand, glowing a little red where Bianca slapped it. "That hurt, you know."

"Well, I hope so. Behave."

"And what if I don't want to? What are you going to do? Spank me?" And she gave Bianca her lopsided grin. The grin she used to get what she wanted. The grin that usually succeeded in doing just that. The grin Bianca had never been able to deny.

Bianca rolled her eyes. "Oh, God."

"There you go again. My name is Maggie. Say it with me, Maahhhh-ggheee."

"Maggie-."

"-that's better."

"-this is not our kitchen."

"I know it's not."

"So, get off the counter!"

"Ooh, bossy, I like." Maggie hopped off the counter right into Bianca's arms. She pushed Bianca up against the other counter, arms pinning her in. She kissed the brunette, working hard at getting to make-out mode. "So, now what?" she whispered huskily. "Shall we scamper off to the bedroom?"

Bianca gave Maggie a look. "Did you just use the word 'scamper'?"

Her arms slipping around Bianca's waist, Maggie pressed another, deeper, kiss to her lips. "Yeah, I did. I do read books, you know."

"Yeah, that one sounded like it came from one of Miranda's."

"Hmm, more like the adult version of Bambi. You know... Thumper?" Maggie grinned and winked, then buried her face in Bianca's neck, her lips quickly glued to the warm, soft skin. "So... what do you say? Bedroom?"

Despite herself, Bianca found her hands in Maggie's hair, seriously contemplating the blonde's suggestion. Suddenly, the kitchen door swung open and Kendall swept in.

"Hello, girls!" she exclaimed. "Necking again, are we?"

Her words were like a bucket of ice water, separating the two lovers instantly.

"Bell," Maggie muttered, favoring Kendall with a lethal glare. "When are we getting her a bell?"

Bianca sighed sadly. "Maggie, this isn't our kitchen."

"You got that right, Binks," Kendall retorted, reaching into the huge stainless steel Sub-Zero for a bottle of water.

"Hey, Kendall," Maggie growled, "bite me."

"Oh, I would," Kendall replied, twisting off the cap to her water and taking a sip, "but then my sister would get jealous."

Maggie shuddered. "Okay, no longer in the mood."

Now Kendall grinned. "My work here is done."

Bianca quickly grabbed Maggie by the waist before she could make a move toward the taller woman. Before Maggie could make even a token attempt to struggle, Lily stepped out from inside the huge walk-in pantry.

"Three thirty-four p.m.," the young girl said, writing furiously in her little notebook. "Bianca and Maggie make-out in the kitchen."

Maggie stopped struggling and whipped her head around to look at Bianca. "She's spying on us?" she exclaimed, her eyes going wide. Bianca had to re-coil in a hurry to avoid taking a shot directly to the nose. "Lily?"

Kendall, sensing blood in the water better than a Great White shark, could only grin wider and take another little dig. "You better be careful, half-pint, you never know who may be watching." She appeared to think about it for a moment. "The walls have ears, too."

"What the hell isthat supposed to mean?"

"It means I may be of some benefit on your stay here."

Maggie snorted. "How?"

"Come on, would you rather Erica is the one who keeps stumbling upon you two?"

"Jeez, no!"

"You know, sweetie," Bianca said softly, "for once I think my sister may be right." Maggie gave Bianca a wide-eyed look, then took one giant step backwards. Bianca's own eyes narrowed at her partner. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting to see if lightening strikes," Maggie replied. She gave a jerk to her head in Kendall's direction. "You just said Kendall was right about something."

"Oh, ha ha."

"Hey!" Kendall exclaimed. "You two are the ones who keep necking in the kitchen! Erica's bound to catch you sooner or later."

Maggie held her head in both hands. "Why did I even let myself talk you into coming back to this town?" she moaned, shaking her head. "Why did I agree that we should stay here? The Valley Inn had rooms. Private rooms."

"And this is the kitchen!" Bianca exclaimed with a wave of her arms, indicating the gourmet chef-designed room they currently stood in. "Not private, Maggie! Not private at all!" Then, hands on her hips, she gave Maggie a stern look. "And this is not our kitchen!"

"Fine, I heard you!" Maggie shouted back, throwing her arms up in the air. "Not our kitchen! I get it!"

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Bianca turned toward the pantry to find something for Miranda to snack on when the child awoke from her nap. She disappeared into the room just as Lily started a run down on all she'd seen and heard.

"At 8:15, they kissed in the living room," the young girl offered, consulting her notebook again. "At 9:19, they kissed in front of the bathroom. Then they kissed in the kitchen. It lasted longer in the kitchen..." She smiled. "I'm going to practice that with Sam..." Lily looked up at Maggie with a slightly confused look on her face. "Maggie? Kendall keeps saying 'necking'. What does that mean?"

"Uh, well," Maggie stuttered. She shot Kendall a deadly glance when she heard her snicker. "It's- it's kissing, Lily."

"But kissing is with the lips. I don't understand."

"Um... well..." Maggie scratched her head. Oh, man..., she thought. Wrong answer, Erica kills me. Right answer, Jack kills me... "You know what, Lily, ask Reggie. He'll explain it a lot better than I would."

"Okay, thanks." With that, the young blonde skipped out of the kitchen.

"Whew, that was close."

Just then, Erica swept into the kitchen. "Maggie? What's wrong with Lily?"

"What do you mean?"

Bianca emerged from the pantry just in time to hear Erica say, "Necking."

Maggie's eyes went wide. "She got that word from Kendall!" Suddenly finding an escape, she started edging her way toward the door. "You know what, I should talk to her about that. I mean, she really shouldn't be listening to Kendall."

With that, even Kendall grinned. "Good luck, you two," she sang, sweeping out the door with a toss of her head.

"Well, thank you, Maggie, I would appreciate that," Erica said, deciding to ignore Kendall's ribbing of the girls. Then she turned to her daughter. "Bianca? May I have a word with you?"

"All right, Mother."

"And Maggie?"

"Yes, Erica?"

"You do realize this isn't your kitchen, don't you?"

Maggie's head fell back and she stared at the ceiling. "Does everyone know what goes on in our kitchen?"

"The walls do have ears, you know," Erica replied, adding in her patented Kane hair toss.

"Yeah, so I've been told." She kept making her way to the door. "I'll go...-." Maggie thought for any excuse she could. It came to her suddenly. "Check on Miranda! Yeah! I'll just...- I'll check on Miranda..."

"You do that, Maggie, and I'll just have a word with Bianca."

Why does that worry me? Maggie thought as she bolted from the room.

Oh, no, here comes the mother hen speech, Bianca thought as she slid into a chair at the 12-place kitchen table. Maggie, I'm sooo going to get you for this...

Wow, Maggie isn't very good under pressure, is she? Erica thought. Oh, well, at least she's giving me time to spend with my daughter.

"Okay, Mom," Bianca sighed, sitting with her hands on the table, one on top of the other. She looked as if she expected a scolding. "Say what you have to say."

Erica took a deep breath. Bianca cringed slightly.

"When are you going to show me?" Erica asked.

Bianca blinked. "Excuse me?"

"The ring. How long am I going to have to wait before you show me the ring Maggie gave you?"

"Oh!" Bianca exclaimed, breathing a sigh of relief. She held up her hand to her mother. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Erica took Bianca's hand and admired the beautiful engraved band. "Yes, it is," she agreed. "Where's the rock?"

"Rock?"

"Rock, stone, diamond."

"Mother," Bianca sighed. "Why is it always about rocks with you?"

"Well, I'm a Kane, dear. And so are you. It should always be about rocks."

Bianca shook her head, pulling her hand back to look at the ring she wore. She smiled as she touched the band, turning it gently on her finger. "Not with me," she assured her mother. "It's not about the size of the rock. It's the thought behind the ring that matters here."

"And what was the thought here?" Erica asked.

"That Maggie loves me."

Erica smiled. "Of course, she does, she'd be crazy not to!"

"So then, why are you looking for a diamond?"

There was silence for a moment as Erica contemplated Bianca's words. Her youngest daughter was truly the wise one, wasn't she? "You know what, Bianca?" she said with a megawatt Erica Kane smile. "The ring is beautiful. And you're right, there's no need for a rock."

"Thank you, Mother."

"I was just thinking about the wonderful wedding I could plan..."

And there it was...

Bianca just rolled her eyes. "Mother..."

"What? A mother can't dream?"

"I'm going to go check on Maggie and Miranda," Bianca muttered, shaking her head as she slipped out of the kitchen.

"Fine, dear!" Erica called after her. "I'll just keep dreaming!"

When she reached their rooms, she saw Miranda was lying quietly in her crib while Maggie was nowhere to be found. Gently taking the toddler into her arms, Bianca quickly changed her and returned to the bedroom, settling herself and her daughter onto the bed to play.

"Bianca!" Maggie yelled down the long corridor in their wing of the mansion Erica had built after her wedding to Jackson. "Bianca!"

"In here!" Bianca's voice floated back to her.

"In here where?! There's, like, a million rooms in this place!"

"In our room, you goof!"

Finally finding door number one and entering, Maggie shook her head. "Remind me again why we decided to visit Pine Valley?" she asked, crawling onto the queen-sized downy soft bed beside Bianca.

"Um," Bianca held up a hand. "You suggested we visit, if I recall."

Maggie gave her a look. "You should have stopped me," she replied.

Bianca gave Maggie a cheeky grin. "It all started when you asked me to come... back to Pine Valley."

"Ha ha, you're very funny, Montgomery. Trying to use my own words against me."

"You started it," Bianca reminded her.

"Still, you should have stopped me."

"Hey, the cold tile floor short-circuited my brain."

That made Maggie sigh dreamily. "Yeah, mine, too..." Suddenly, she sat up and looked at Bianca. "So, I see you're still alive. I hope Erica didn't read you the riot act."

"Um, actually, she wants to plan a wedding."

"What?!" Maggie replied a little louder than she had intended, startling Miranda.

"Oh, I think you heard me," Bianca replied.

"'Aggie scream," Miranda said with a baby's innocence.

"Sorry, Munchkin," Maggie whispered to the child, taking Miranda's hands in hers. Then she cleared her throat. "She wants to what?"

"Wedding. My mother wants to plan a wedding."

"Whose?"

"Oh, that's very funny. She's dreaming about planning a wedding."

"And I hope you told her to keep dreaming."

"Yes, I did."

"Good." Whew, Maggie thought. She wiped the imaginary sweat from her forehead. "You had me worried for a second."

Bianca was silent for a long time, just watching Maggie. Maggie began to squirm a bit under the intensity of the gaze. "You are such a guy," Bianca said finally, shaking her head. "A little marriage talk and suddenly, you're sweating bullets."

"What? Me sweating bullets? No way!"

"Should I tell her to start planning?"

Maggie almost leapt off the bed. "No!"

"You are scared!"

"Yeah, scared of what your mother is capable of planning!"

"Maggie..."

"Bianca..."

"Oh, God..."

"And again... look at you."

"What?"

"M-a-g-g-i-e does not spell God."

Bianca gave Maggie a look, raised her hand, which caused Maggie to lean away in fear of being smacked again. "Stop changing the subject," Bianca said, lowering her hand.

"What was the subject?"

"My mother and you fear of her planning a wedding."

Maggie grimaced. "Oh... right..."

"I mean, it's not like she's thinking Gone With the Wind or anything."

"That scares me evenmore and I've never even seen that movie!"

Bianca eyed Maggie. "So, you admit, you are scared."

"Are not."

"Are, too."

"Aahhh," Miranda sang, intently watching the back and forth between her Momma and 'Aggie.

Maggie looked from the baby to Bianca and grinned. "When she goes down for her nap, I'll show you scared."

"Promises, promises," Bianca replied.

"I will."

"Will not."

"Will, too."

"Aahhh," Miranda sang again.

"And she just woke up from a nap, Maggie."

'Shit,' Maggie muttered under her breath. "Well, she's got to go to bed sometime."

"Oh, yeah? Then what?"

"Then I'll show you what scared is like."

"Oh, you're on."

"Make sure you lock the door, though," Maggie said thoughtfully. "We don't want Kendall and her radar barging in on us."

"Now that scares me."

"What? Your sister or her sexdar."

"Maggie!" Bianca exclaimed, smacking her on the arm.

"Ow!" Maggie blurted, rubbing the stinging welt on her arm. Man, she sure was getting smacked a lot by Bianca today. "What was that for?"

"For calling my sister some scientific term."

"What? What did I say?"

"Sexdar."

Maggie smiled down at Miranda, praying she wasn't understanding any of what they were discussing. "Well, she has it and it has one search beacon. Focused directly on us." She glanced up at Bianca. "No matter what continent we're on. I mean, really..." She flipped a finger into the air. "She probably sits at the table every morning, drinking her coffee. And she senses it... blip... blip...blip..."

Shuddering at the thought, Bianca replied, "I honestly doubt Kendall sits and thinks about us while drinking her morning coffee."

"No, she senses us."

"Okay, now you'rereally scaring me."

"Oh, just shut up and kiss me," Maggie said suddenly, grabbing Bianca's hand and pulling her close.

"Aaahhh," Miranda sang once more, grinning a gap-toothed baby grin as she watched them kiss.

"Hey, guys!" Kendall called, throwing open the bedroom door.

Maggie jerked back. "See?! Sexdar!!"

"What?" Kendall asked in all insincerity. "I just wanted to see my niece."

"Here." Maggie picked Miranda up in her arms and slid off the bed. She kissed the toddler on the head then handed her over to Kendall. "Take her, she's all yours."

"Wow..." Bianca whispered, watching Kendall and Miranda depart, the two of them chattering animatedly to each other. "I think you're right..."

Maggie gave Bianca a sly little look as an idea came to her. "Think they'll be gone for a while?" she asked, moving in on the brunette.

"Why?"

"I'll show you scared..." And she captured Bianca's lips in a quick yet thorough kiss.

When Maggie finally pulled back, Bianca grinned. "Lock the door."

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Slipping back into their room a couple days later, Maggie moved up behind Bianca, sliding her arms around the brunette's waist. Planting her lips at the juncture of neck and shoulder, she sighed. "Let's get out of here," she murmured.

"Okay." Her head nearly snapped off her neck when Maggie grabbed her hand and pulled her toward where she thought the front door might be. "Jeez, Mags, what's the rush?"

"Lily."

"Oh, no," Bianca groaned. "She's got Polaroids, doesn't she?"

Maggie rolled her eyes, still pulling Bianca down one hallway after another. Shit! she thought, where the hell is the exit around here?! "And a schedule of when we make out," she told Bianca. "She's got all the times and places and she's still asking about the kitchen! She's asking questions, B! Questions I really don't want to answer!"

"Questions like what, Maggie?"

"Oh, just..." she did her best Lily impression, raising her voice to an innocent tone. "Kendall keeps teasing you about necking. Maggie, what's necking?"

Bianca grinned. "And what did you tell her?"

Now Maggie sighed. "I told her to ask Reggie."

"Maggie!" Bianca exclaimed.

"What?!" Maggie exclaimed right back. "I don't work very well under pressure!"

Bianca was immediately transported back to the other night and the things Maggie had done. "Oh, I don't know about that..." she replied with a grin.

"Stop changing the subject."

"What was the subject?"

Maggie turned down another corridor, feeling a little like a rat in maze. Where the hell is the cheese? "I can't believe I'm saying this but for once, Maggie Stone isn't thinking about sex right now. She's more worried about our sexual exploits making the rounds of this mansion... castle… whatever this place is."

"Sexual exploits?" Bianca squeaked. "I though we were just talking about necking?"

Maggie spun around, catching Bianca when she plowed into her. "Kendall!" she said, knowing that one word explained everything.

"Oh, God..."

"Bianca, this is not a good time to start that. Especially since the walls apparently have ears." Maggie shook her head. I want out of here! she thought frantically. "You know, I think she's really starting to enjoy walking in on us. It gives her some kind of weird power."

"Power? What do you mean, power?"

Okay, I want out of here. The best way to achieve that is to get help... Suddenly, she reached up and kissed Bianca. Almost instantaneously, as though beamed in, Kendall arrived.

"Hello, girls."

Maggie pulled back. "SEE! It's like she's got ESPN- CNN- TNT- I mean ESP!" Shaking her head to compose herself, Maggie turned to glare at Bianca's sister. "And she knows I was getting you out of the house for a little make-out session. She controls our sex life now, B. We're at her mercy."

"Wow," Kendall breathed in realization. "I never knew I had that kind of power." She grinned. "Damn, I'm good."

"You're good at what?" another voice asked. Greenlee then appeared from around the same corner Kendall had materialized from.

"Oh, God," Maggie groaned, storming past them. "Air... I need air!"

"Maggie!" Lily called, hurrying down the hall toward them. She ran up to Maggie's side. "Reggie finally explained what necking really is to me. Now I have to find Sam so we can practice..."

Bianca put a hand to her forehead as the spectacle played out in front of her.

"I have the power over their sex lives," Kendall was explaining to Greenlee. They both turned to watch Maggie rush past. "It's my special skill."

"AIR!" Maggie shouted. "Where the hell's the exit to this place?!?!"

"Hey, Maggie!" Bianca called, chasing after her. She threw Kendall a nasty look on the way by. "I'll deal with you later."

"What?" Kendall asked in all innocence.

Greenlee watched Bianca chase after Maggie, heading the direction she had just come from. With a devious smile, she turned back to Kendall. "Can I have the power, too?"

The clicking of stilettos on imported Italian marble signaled the arrival of Erica, striding purposely down the hallway. "What's all the commotion about?" she asked. "Maggie just raced out of here muttering about Kendall, Lily and necking, with Bianca chasing after her."

Lily held up a hand, then consulted her ever-present notebook. "Kendall says she has the power over Bianca and Maggie's sex-life and Reggie explained to me what necking really is because that's what Bianca and Maggie like to do in their kitchen in Paris and I'm going to go find Sam now so we can practice, too. Not in Paris, though, but here in our kitchen."

Erica held up a perfectly manicured hand. "Well, I certainly don't want to hear this." She smiled gently at Lily. "Lily, honey, I really think you should wait before you and Sam... practice... necking... in the kitchen."

Lily was confused, her brow knitting curiously. "But why?" she asked innocently. "Bianca and Maggie really seem to like it."

"Just because Bianca and Maggie like it doesn't mean you will, too."

"But how will I know unless I try?"

Erica went for logic. "How about we talk to your father about this first?"

Lily perked up. "Does Dad like necking in the kitchen?" Logic. Out the window.

"Oh, God, "Greenlee groaned, quickly backing away with her hands up. "This is one conversation I do not want to hear." She quickly disappeared around the corner.

Erica was at a complete loss for words. If Lily only knew...

"I have a power," Kendall hummed to herself. Then she laughed devilishly. "And I know how to use it..."

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Bianca finally caught up with Maggie as she headed down the flagstone path toward the stables. "Maggie! What the hell happened back there?"

"Jet lag is what happened back there."

"We've been here two days, Maggie, the jet lag is long gone." Then Bianca caught the look on Maggie's face. Jet lag my lily-white... she thought. "You want to sleep it off?" she asked, taking Maggie's hand in both of hers.

Maggie grinned. "Well, now that we're finally out of that... fun-house..."

"Where should we go?"

"Some place Lily can't find us. Or your sister with her supernatural sexual power." Bianca gave her a sideways look. "Okay, that did not sound right."

"Uh, no." Bianca thought about it as they continued down the walkway. "Okay, that leaves out the boathouse, Uncle Jack's old place, Mom's old place-."

"Greenlee's old place, Kendall's old place-."

"Fusion, Enchantment-."

Maggie cocked an eyebrow at Bianca. "How about back to Paris?"

"Maggie... Thanksgiving, remember?"

"Shit..."

"And you said you wanted to say good-bye... to Frankie."

Maggie sighed. "And I do, I do. I mean, that's why I'm here." She stopped and turned to Bianca, moving closer, nuzzling her nose into Bianca's neck. "But I can't go without for very long..."

"God, you're a freak, you know that?" But she tilted her head, allowing Maggie to continue doing what she was doing. She loved what Maggie was doing...

"There you go," Maggie murmured against Bianca's throat. "Mistaking me for God again..."

"Hey," Bianca said, her voice hitching in her throat momentarily. "You were the one with the confusion on the plane."

Maggie pulled back to grin at Bianca. "Are you sure you're not more jet lagged than I am, Bianca? Because, really, jet lag can mess with your mind you know."

"No, it can't." Then Bianca grinned as well. "You're wondering if you get a membership card or something to the mile-high club, aren't you?"

"Maybe..."

"I think the pilot heard you mistake me for God a couple times..."

Maggie blushed. "Bianca!"

"It's okay, sweetie, I think he just thought we were praying for a safe flight."

As they continued their walk, the stables loomed ahead of them. They quickly traded a knowing look and grinned, taking off at a run for the nearest door. Grabbing a horse blanket on her way by, Maggie hurried up the ladder into the hay loft, Bianca right on her heels. Actually, Bianca was closer. Close enough to suddenly lean forward and bite Maggie.

Right on the ass.

"Hey, Montgomery!" the blonde shrieked. "Can't you hold off for one minute?!"

"What?" Bianca raised an eyebrow, looking up at Maggie. Well, actually at Maggie's ass, her nice jean-clad ass. "No longer in the mood?"

"Oh, I am in the mood all right, but it would help if we made it up the ladder first," she finished her climb up the ladder. "Okay, I'm up. You need a hand?"

"As long as you don't let go of me."

"B, do you really think I'd do that?" Maggie turned and reached out a hand to Bianca. When she felt slender fingers slid into her palm, she took hold and pulled Bianca up into the loft with her. As soon as they were both facing each other again, she slid an arm around Bianca's waist. "Never in a million years."

"Good." Wrapping her arms around Maggie's shoulders, Bianca lowered her head, catching Maggie's lips in a gentle kiss. "Very good..."

With her arm still encircling Bianca's waist, Maggie returned the favor, kissing Bianca deeply. Holding Bianca in one arm and the horse blanket in the other, Maggie started backing Bianca toward a pile of freshly tossed hay. Never allowing their lips to part, she managed to get the blanket on the straw then gently pressed Bianca down onto the blanket, settling down with her. Leaning over the brunette, Maggie began an onslaught of passionate kisses, designed to let Bianca know exactly what she had in mind.

"Ow," Bianca complained suddenly, breaking the latest kiss. "Wait, wait."

Maggie pulled back, not at all please with this turn of events. "What?" she sighed, just a little exasperated.

"Hay." Bianca tried to adjust her position. "You know, this looks so romantic in those stupid movies. No one tells you hay pokes you in odd places." She settled back again. "There, that's better." She opened her arms. "Come here."

When Maggie hesitated for just a nano-second, Bianca grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her down, their lips colliding feverishly. Lips parted, tongues danced, hands searched out and found.

Maggie tugged Bianca's blouse from her jeans, a hand sliding up her back, the skin hot and smooth beneath her fingertips. It thrilled her again, realizing that this was real, this was true. This was hers. Bianca. The feel of her, the touch and taste of her. She leaned over Bianca again, kissing her deeply, allowing her hair to fall in a curtain around them, closing them off from the outside world. She felt Bianca's hands under her own shirt, sliding up her back and pulling her close.

With the late afternoon sunlight spilling across their make-shift bed, Maggie slowly undressed Bianca and made incredible, gentle, sweet love to her. And after the sun had set, washing them in twilight, Bianca returned the favor.

"Ouch!" Maggie exclaimed later. "Shit, that was right in the ass."

"See?" Bianca said, her head on Maggie's shoulder. "Hay, not exactly what a mattress should be made of."

Maggie pulled the corner of the horse blanket over them a little tighter. "I have to admit, I thought it would be a little more comfortable than this." She kissed Bianca on the forehead. "Not that it inhibited us in any way."

"Maggie, jagged rocks wouldn't inhibit us in any way."

Maggie rolled onto her side, pulling Bianca into her arms once more. "What are you saying, Binks?" she asked, smiling as she felt Bianca's arms encircling her waist. "That we're a little obsessed?"

Bianca chuckled. "Well, let's see, here. I think this could be our first attempt at outdoor sex, and getting poked in the head and the ass, not to mention a couple other... more sensitive... places, didn't slow us down a bit." She pressed her lips to Maggie's throat, knowing how much she enjoyed it when Maggie kissed her like that. "What do you think," she murmured.

"Not one bit," Maggie murmured as she gave one of her patented lopsided grins and captured Bianca's lips feverishly in another kiss.

"You know, sooner or later everyone is going to wonder where we are," Bianca pulled away slowly, brushing away Maggie's hair from her face. "And..."

"No," Maggie pressed a finger to Bianca's lips. "Don't you even dare say it!"

"Fine, I won't," Bianca smiled. "But, sweetie, we have to go back sometime. There's our daughter to consider."

"Oh, yeah, the Munchkin." Maggie replied. "I'm sure Kendall doesn't mind spending some more time with her. At least when she's with her, she won't be using her powers for evil."

And the familiar voice came…

"Bianca?" Kendall yelled out from the distance. "Bianca? Maggie? Come out, come out wherever you are!"

"Sexdar, I tell you. Sexdar." She pulled Bianca closer and whispered in her ear. "Don't move," she said, her lips against Bianca's skin, warm breath tickling her ear. "Don't speak. Don't... anything. She'll go away and we can get out of here."

"If you don't stop breathing on me like that, she's going to find us in a heartbeat."

Maggie shut up immediately. They waited quietly, listening to Kendall scream their names left and right. Five, ten minutes, listening to Kendall hunting for them. Eventually, her voice receded in the distance, signaling her departure from the stables.

"Whew, sexdar on the blink." Maggie looked around the loft. "Maybe hay is like kryptonite."

"Don't jinx it," Bianca retorted. "Come on, Mags. We should really head back to the house. But first, make sure there isn't any hay in our hair."

"It's not my hair I'm worried about..." Maggie muttered.

Hurriedly, they dressed and rushed back to the main house, giggling the entire way, flushed with the afterglow, pleased with themselves for not having been caught.

Kendall was waiting at the front door. "Where were you two? I've been looking all over for you."

They pushed past her, Bianca throwing her sister a look, and made it all the way back to their room. Halfway there they started laughing again, Bianca pushing the bedroom door closed behind them.

"Bianca? Where were you two?" Kendall knocked at their bedroom door.

"Lock the door," Maggie reminded Bianca.

"Already done," Bianca replied, advancing on Maggie. She had that Bad Binks look on her face and Maggie could only grin.

"Bianca?" the curly haired beauty kept calling, knocking repeatedly at the heavy oak door.

Bianca didn't answer, she was too busy pushing Maggie back onto the bed, quickly joining her and capturing her lips in a kiss.

"Fine," Kendall called out indignantly. "Don't want to open the door? We'll see about that!"

"We did it again," Maggie laughed. "We got rid of her. One point for us. Zero for Kendall."

A section of wall slid silently open and Kendall entered the room. "Hi, sex bunnies!" she called out. "What's new?"

Bianca pulled back from Maggie in shock. "What is this? Kendallous Interruptus?!"

Maggie shoved Bianca off onto her back and sat up in shock. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" she exclaimed. "Hidden passageways?!"

"What's your problem, short stuff?" Kendall asked, leaning back against the dresser and crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm going to throw myself from the window if she doesn't leave this room!"

"Kendall," Bianca said in warning. She was going to kill her mother for adding secret passages to this sprawling mansion. Always one-upping Adam Chandler...

"Jeez, Mags," Kendall said with a grin. "Maybe you should switch to decaf."

"Do you do this to Jack and Erica?"

"Oh, God, are you kidding?! That's Lily's job."

"I'm not God!"

Then Maggie let loose a growl that made the hairs on Kendall's neck stand up. Her eyes went wide and she quickly decided she better make tracks before the blonde managed to untangle herself from Bianca.

"Okay," the curly-haired beauty said aloud to herself. "Maybe I need to learn how to harness my power before I come back..."

"Good idea," Bianca replied.

"Shoo!" Maggie shouted, exploding off the bed.

Kendall shrieked in surprise and bolted for the door, barely getting her jean-clad rear end through before Maggie got hold of her. Bianca, reminded of the time back in Paris when the same thing occurred, just shook her head.

She became concerned, though, when Maggie didn't return shortly thereafter.

"Bianca!" Maggie's voice shouted out. "Where the hell is the room?!"

Trying hard not to grin and failing, Bianca slid off the bed and moved toward the door. "Follow my voice," she called out.

She heard Maggie sigh. "I'm not really in the mood for a game of Marco Polo, right now, B!"

"Marco..."

"BIANCA!"

"You just lost."

"So not in the mood to play!"

"If you do, I'll open the door."

"Fine... Polo."

Bianca grinned. "Say it like you mean it. Marco."

"Polo."

Bianca opened the door and Maggie lunged in, knocking her onto the thick Oriental rug. Lips locked onto each other and the kiss suddenly exploded in desire.

Maggie pulled back and grinned into Bianca's eyes, brushing a lock of hair off her cheek. "I win."