A/N: Still not mine. I still wish, but still no.

A short, romantic chapter. Warning: Contain lesbian (woman/woman) action.

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I was starting to really like Joanne. She was really nice and a great listener, but she could talk, too. She was strong and determined, two things I never was. And committed. To what she had to do. Very committed. I admired her, I wanted to be just like her. I know I sound like a little kid when I say that, but I mean it.

But then, my "liking" of her went deeper than that. Her skin suited her perfectly. It was dark, rich, and creamy at the same time. It blended perfectly into her pink-brown lips, full and soft-looking. I loved her deep, chocolate-coloured eyes. I loved the way she moved, swift and knowing. She knew what she wanted,and how to get it. She wasn't reckless, however, that much was obvious. She was intelligent, too, I could tell that. She knew what was going on around her, and she also knew everything else, it seemed. At least in the beginning. She was wise and well-rounded.

She had a way about her that made her definitely likeable, but also put you on your toes. Ready for anything. I definitely liked her, a lot. I thought, still watching her, that this could be a beautiful friendship.

Or, perhaps, it was meant to be... more?

I was confused by that. But I didn't know what to do, so I pretended everything was fine. When the T.V. program was over, I was still watching her. She turned slowly to me, as if she'd known I was watching her all along.

"Two questions," she told me.

"Shoot," I told her. "Go ahead."

"Okay. One, were you watching the show at all?"

"Honestly? No," I told her, blunt and truthfully.

"Neither was I," she surprised me by saying. We shared a smile and a giggle. We both knew what the other had been doing the whole time. But I found out that Joanne had been much more discreet about it.

"You had another question..."I ventured.

"Oh, yes, just a wondering question... have you ever wondered about your... your sexuality?" she asked hesitantly.

"Um... not really, not in the past. I always just assumed that I was straight. But yeah, now I'm starting to question it. Why? What about you?" I asked.

"Well, I know for a fact that I'm..." She seemed to have trouble getting the word out. "Lesbian," she finished.

"Okay. That's fine. Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked her.

"No, not at the moment. But I have, in the past," she said, looking surprised that I'd accepted it that easily. She looked very relieved, as if she hadn't been sure how I was going to take the news.

"Well, that's good. I guess," I said, not sure if that was good or not.

"I guess." We were silent after that, for a while. Then I found a question to ask. Since we'd talked about her parents earlier, I thought to ask:

"How did your parents take it when you told them?"

"Not well, they're very homophobic. They come from an old-money family, as I told you, so they're conservative and kind of stuck in the past. So they sent me away. Off to school. They're not leaving me any money in their wills either. But that's okay. I can survive, being a lawyer," she finished.

"Sheesh... that's kind of harsh. I wasn't left any money either... but that's because I was five at the time," I told her. "So I don't really know how you feel... sorry about that."

"It's fine. Anyways, that's not my main concern. I am just often discriminated against and I get a lot of bad vibes. Things like that hurt more than not getting any inheritance."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. The topic was never discussed for me, so I don't know," I said. Somehow, over the course of that conversation, we had moved closer. At this point, I rested my head against he shoulder. As a natural reaction, she stroked my head. And I didn't mind.

"I really like you, Joanne..."

"I really like you too..." We looked at each other. By this time, we were very close. Too close...

I reached my head up, just a little bit. She leaned down, just a little bit. Our lips touched, and we shared our first kiss. Then, I moved around so that we were more comfortable. Our lips met again, and this time, the kiss deepened. I felt passion in every microsecond. At this point, I knew what to do. We pressed up against each other, and I put my arms around her. At the same time, we got up and moved to her bedroom, Joanne using her foot to knock the door shut behind her.

We stumbled onto her bed. I unbuttoned her shirt while she slipped my top off. She then proceeded to struggle with my leather pants. I helped her... that's a problem with leather pants. They are really nice, they look hot, damn, they ARE hot. But they are so hard to get out of.

We finally, together got the pants off. Joanne slipped off her own pants and we climed into her bed. Joanne played with my lacy black bra, while I admired her mouth. She has a tongue that works in very precise way.

Anyway..one thing led to another, and I'm pretty sure you can guess where they ended up.We reached our climaxes... it took me longer than with man/woman sex, but still, it happened. It was wonderful. I still had my bra on, while Joanne never wore one. So she didn't have one to take off.

"Turn around for a sec, Maureen. I've been itching to take off your bra." I obliged, and she quickly unsnapped it. My breasts were revealed at long last. Then, after that, we... did it, again. This time was better than the first. Much better.

Finally, an hour and a half later, we were both finished. It probably could've gone on longer, but we felt "done" for the time being. I looked over at her, satisfied. She looked back with a content expression on her face. She looked really good there, all tangled up in the off-white sheets. Looking at me with that look that's on your face right after really really great sex. I figured that I must look similar. Only my skin doesn't so perfectly cooordinate with the sheets, but still. I knew I was beautiful. I guess I still am, with my dark strawberry-blonde, curly hair and blue eyes. Pale creamy skin with a splash of freckles across my nose. Long curled lashes, with full pink-red lips. Plus I look totally hot on my black leather pants. But still not as hot as Joanne was looking to me at that moment.

It was at that moment that I remembered something. I sat bolt upright and said, totally evenly, but in no way calmly, to Joanne, "Oh, my god. What is Mark going to say? What am I going to tell Mark?!?"