Authors Note: Once again, thank you so much to all my reviewers! I know this chapter is ridiculously short. But I'm adding the next one as well. It's all in the name of continuity…
Marissa didn't speak on the drive home. She sat staring out at the road, eyes blank, her mind far away. Alex knew better than to press her. I remember what it was like, to be disowned by your family.
Pulling the jeep to a stop she opened the door for Marissa.
"Come on babe, we're home now, time to go in."
In a kind of trance Marissa got out of the car, followed Alex through the open door and sat down on their bed. Alex sat beside her, too scared to touch her. After sitting like that for a few minutes Alex plucked up the courage to take Marissa's hand in hers. She squeezed it gently. With that tears began to flow from Marissa's eyes and sobs wracked her body. Gathering her into her arms Alex pulled her down onto the bed.
Marissa simply lay there and cried as Alex's hands ran comfortingly over her hair and back, her voice murmering soft comforts in her ear. As she lay in Alex's arms Marissa's sobs grew fewer. She felt safe here, with Alex. Even if my mother has kicked me out, and won't talk to me, I have this, I have her, and she' s worth more to me than anything else.
Raising her head from the other girls embrace she looked her deep in the eyes.
"I don't care Alex. As long as you're here with me, nothing else matters. I love you."
Screw unwanted attention, screw what people think, hell screw everything but her. Well, actually….
Alex didn't reply, she simply leant in and kissed Marissa, gently at first, but soon passion took over. Marissa brought her hands up tangling them in the blonde hair, scraping them over Alex's exposed neck. When she felt Alex's hand slip under her shirt and along her spine she shivered. Rolling so that she was on top she forced her tongue aggressively between Alex's lips, crushing their mouths together. There was something about kissing Alex that she couldn't get enough of. Kisses with Alex weren't like other kisses, even kisses with Ryan. They were softer but more passionate, gentle but aggressive, they were simple but meant more than words could express. If she hadn't been so caught up in those kisses she might have had time to ponder them more, but as it was, she was struggling to form even the most simple thought under the ministrations of Alex's mouth.