A/N: Thanks for continuing to read, review, and follow! I appreciate it. While I'm thinking about it, I updated Kegs & Eggs last week if you didn't see it. Sorry for the late post. I was out all day yesterday and wasn't able to do any writing or editing. Today is my birthday! To celebrate, if you will, I'm including something in this chapter that I haven't written in a while for our girls. Basically, I'm expanding on the last scene so they can make-up properly. To that end, this chapter picks up where the last one left off. Hope you enjoy this update!
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"Now, Counselor, I have some making up to do." Bianca grinned wickedly as she pushed Marissa onto the bed.
Marissa landed on her back and laughed as Bianca straddled her. "There is not a chance in hell that you will ever hear me complain about that."
Bianca leaned down and captured Marissa's lips. It started off languid but picked up in fervor and intensity when their tongues became engaged in a loving duel as they were eagerly granted access to plunder and claim. Bianca pulled back and smirked at when she saw Marissa pout at the loss of contact. She loved seeing the effect she had on her wife. With that in mind, Bianca began to slowly remove her clothes. After watching her wife's striptease for several minutes, Marissa snapped out of her haze and followed suit. Bianca growled at the site, and no sooner was the last article of Marissa's clothing removed, then she pounced.
Her lips began to blaze a trail along Marissa's jawline and neck causing the redhead to moan. Bianca grinned upon receiving the response she wanted. It was then that her seduction began in earnest. Her lips continued down to Marissa's breasts and stopped when Bianca's tongue began to torturously tease a hardened nipple while her hands caressed and roamed freely. "Je t'aime. Je vous adore."
Marissa moaned hearing her wife's voice, husky with arousal. Bianca knew exactly what she was doing. She knew what speaking French to her wife did to her. It was then that Marissa decided that turnabout was fair play. "Droga! Mais! Eu preciso de você. Eu te amo."
"Oh, c'est ainsi de suite, conseiller." Bianca increased her efforts, and after ravishing the one breast thoroughly, she released it and traversed Marissa's body over to the other one to show it equal attention. She considered only fair after all.
Marissa ground herself on Bianca's thigh wanting, needing more. Bianca smiled when she heard the moans and pleading from her wife as she continue to tease her.
"Please, B, please."
Understanding what her wife needed, Bianca obliged and gave into those pleas as she began to slowly move lower towards where Marissa desperately needed her most, placing tender kisses along every inch and nipping those particularly sensitive spots that had Marissa inhaling sharply and mumbling incoherently. Reaching her final destination, Bianca slowly slid her tongue past her wife's soaked outer folds and into her aching core. Marissa arched her back as she grasped silken locks and pulled Bianca even closer, encouraging her, begging her to take more. The redhead began to unravel from the ecstasy brought on by Bianca's gifted tongue while her wife drank in all of Marissa. Bianca moved her mouth to her wife's throbbing clit and began to suck as she slid two fingers inside Marissa, curling them and sending the redhead tumbling over the edge and crying out in unadulterated bliss as each thrust hit that most sensitive spot.
As her breathing slowed, Marissa finally managed enough strength to open her eyes and found warm chocolate orbs gazing at her. "Hey."
"Hey. God, I love you."
"I love you too."
"So, am I forgiven?" Bianca asked as she bit her lip. She so needed Marissa in that moment, but more than anything else, Bianca needed to know that Marissa had forgiven her.
The redhead laughed. "You are more than forgiven." She leaned up and seized her wife's lips. As she tasted herself on Bianca's tongue, a moan escaped. Marissa quickly flipped their positions and now had a more than ready and willing Bianca pinned beneath her. "I think I need to show you that you are truly forgiven."
Marissa crashed her lips into Bianca's once more for a searing kiss. As soon as the brunette attempted to deepen it, Marissa pulled back with a smirk causing Bianca to growl. The redhead quickly leaned back in. This time however, she avoided Bianca's waiting lips. Marissa's lips began to roam and soon found the one spot that she knew drove Bianca crazy causing her wife to moan loudly and squirm. She grinned as she felt Bianca's hands gripping her back, pulling her closer. Marissa's lips continued their travels and reached her next destination, her wife's breasts where she began to feast on one causing Bianca to arch her back, straining and urging, not so silently, Marissa to take more. After completely ravishing the one, Marissa eagerly paid equal attention to the other before moving downward. Bianca whimpered at the loss at first before feeling soft lips continue their loving path further along her body causing her arousal to grow by the second. The sounds Marissa was eliciting from Bianca spurred her on.
"Please, Rissa. I need you, so much." The throbbing between her legs had Bianca urging her wife lower where she desperately ached for her.
Marissa obliged and slid her tongue past dripping outer folds where she began her ardent torture of Bianca. The redhead ran her tongue up the full length of Bianca's slit before taking the sensitive bundle of nerves into her mouth and sucking hard. The brunette jerked and bowed her back inviting her wife to take more, to take all of her. Marissa teased more and released the now throbbing clit before she plunged her tongue into Bianca's core. Soft copper locks were pulled tighter as the brunette begged for more. Fingers replaced Marissa's bewitching tongue as she returned to claim her wife's lips. Bianca moaned as she tasted herself on Marissa's tongue. Marissa began to thrust and build a rhythm as Bianca ground down on the fingers working their magic. The redhead could feel her wife getting closer to climax as inner walls began to clench. Marissa curled her fingers and thrust again finding that spot that had Bianca scream her name. A wave of ecstasy crashed over the brunette, and Marissa helped her ride out her orgasm. Bianca went limp, and her wife gave her a loving kiss before pulling her into her arms and holding her.
"Beautiful, so beautiful."
"I know you are, but what am I?"
Marissa laughed. "You are such a nerd."
"True, but I'm your nerd."
"Yes, you are."
Bianca rolled over and was now lying on top of her wife. She waggled her eyebrows. "Could I interest you in another round?"
Marissa laughed again. "Oh yeah, you most certainly can."
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Kendall and Greenlee walked into Krystal's and immediately found Bianca and Marissa at the couple's designated table, and even though they both looked slightly exhausted, both Bianca and Marissa were beaming.
"Don't." Kendall warned her friend.
Greenlee feigned innocence. "What? I didn't say anything."
"I know you, and I know you were going to. So, just don't."
"I'm hurt, truly hurt."
"Oh please, give me a break." Kendall rolled her eyes and walked away from a cackling Greenlee.
"Morning, Kendall." Bianca greeted her sister.
Marissa glanced over Kendall's shoulder. "Morning, Kendall. Is Greenlee okay?"
"Morning you two. Has Greenlee ever been okay?" Kendall deadpanned.
The woman in question appeared. "I heard that. Good morning, ladies, at least it looks like the two of you are having a good morning."
Marissa chuckled. She immediately knew what Kendall and Greenlee had been talking about, and more importantly what Greenlee was implying so she decided to go with it. "Yes. It's a very good morning, and it was a very, very good night."
Kendall groaned. "Stop it."
Bianca shook her head amused as she watched her wife and Greenlee.
"Hmmm. Night and morning? I'm impressed, and a little jealous."
The three other women exchanged knowing glances.
"New baby. We can all relate." Marissa said.
Greenlee nodded. She knew they were all in the same boat. "Bri was a little fussy last night so that put an abrupt end to what Ryan and I had planned. I'm glad you two had fun though."
"We did." Marissa grinned.
"Enough!" Kendall needed to change the subject quickly or else Greenlee and Marissa would continue to torture her. "We need information, and I have a feeling that you, Red, are just the person to help us."
"Okay. I'll try. What's up?"
Kendall looked at Greenlee who took over because she was the one who had actually heard it.
"When I dropped Emma off at school today, I had to go to the school nurse's office to give her the antibiotic that Emma is taking for her ear infection."
"That's right. How is she doing with that? Is she feeling better?" Bianca asked.
"She's doing a lot better. She just has two more days left on her prescription. It has to be taken a couple of times a day though with food. You all know the drill. The nurse has to administer any medication during school hours. While I was waiting for the nurse, I overheard some of the staff talking."
Marissa had a pretty good idea where this was going but didn't say anything just yet.
"Doug Baldwin had just called and said that Amber wouldn't be in school today. None of them seemed surprised. They started talking, just amongst themselves and they didn't know I was listening, about something that happened yesterday. The police were there and requested footage from the security system. They needed to verify Doug's alibi of when he was there." Greenlee lowered her voice for the next part. "They mentioned something about drugs being found in his car. That got me to thinking. If that's true and the police were involved, why is Amber still with Doug? I mean, shouldn't she be with her mom? I know he has full custody, but something like an arrest for drug possession would throw all of that out the window. That's when I heard them mention Tammy. It seems the police were looking to see if she was on the security footage as well. They also asked the office staff when the last time they saw her was. I wasn't able to hear anything more because that's when the nurse came in. I dropped off the prescription and left since I no longer had a reason to stick around."
Kendall jumped in at this point. "When she got to the office, she told me what she heard, and we got to talking. The only thing that we could think of is that Tammy had something to do with all of this. We know you're friends with Doug because Amber hangs out with AJ and Miranda. So what can you tell us? Are we right?"
"You're going to hate me."
"We would never hate you, Red."
"We'll see about that. I can't talk about it."
"What? Are you kidding me? You're right. We hate you." Kendall scowled. Neither she nor Greenlee really hated Marissa.
"Wait. You kind of just confirmed something. You can't talk about it because you're representing him. Doug's a client, isn't he?" Greenlee said as she began to piece things together.
"He is. What I can tell you is that he was not arrested, and there are no plans for his arrest. He is innocent, and if you hear anyone say otherwise, they're either wrong or flat out lying. As for anything else, I can't comment at this time." It was then that Marissa's cellphone rang. "I need to take this. It's Mike. I'll be right back."
Kendall and Greenlee knew they wouldn't be getting anything else out of Marissa because she basically invoked lawyer/client privilege. They did have one other possible source of information, and as soon as Marissa was out of earshot, they glanced at Bianca.
"Nope. Don't even think it. I'm not saying anything." Bianca shook her head.
"Binx …"
"No, Kendall, no. I can't and won't say anything. So please, don't ask."
Kendall nodded. She knew that any information that Bianca had was because of Marissa. To reveal any of those details would not be good for the couple's relationship. Bianca would be breaking Marissa's trust, and there was no way either Kendall or Greenlee would put her in that position. "You're right. I'm sorry. We weren't thinking. Just forget we said anything."
"She's right. I'm sorry too, Bianca. We were way off base. I hope you can forgive us."
Bianca could see how contrite the other women were and knew there was no way she could be mad at them. "It's okay. We're good."
"I'm glad to hear. So, Marissa is representing Doug." Kendall asked.
"She is. I can tell you that there is a great deal to this story, and we're worried about how all of this could affect Amber."
"She's a sweet girl. It's hard to believe that she's the same girl who had bullied AJ and Miranda at one time." Greenlee noted.
Bianca nodded. "I know. Now, they are the best of friends."
"What's Red doing over there?"
The three women turned to see Marissa talking to Opal. The older woman nodded, grabbed a remote and pointed it at the television mounted on the wall behind the bar to change the channel. Bianca, Kendall, and Greenlee exchanged glances before joining Marissa to see what was going on.
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"Thanks for the heads up, Mike. I appreciate it. Yeah, I'm near a TV. I'll call you back in a bit." Marissa disconnected the call and got Opal's attention. "Hey, Opal. Would you mind changing the channel?"
"Sure. What channel do you want?"
"Channel 5 please."
"Alright. Is something going on?" Opal grabbed the remote, changed the channel as requested and turned up the volume. She, like others in the near the bar, was soon riveted by what was now on the TV's screen.
"Rissa, what's going …" Bianca didn't finish her question because the news report that was currently airing provided her with the answer.
The reporter had most of the story correct. He reported that Tammy and a co-worker by the name of Donna Salado were behind the whole scheme to set up Tammy's former husband. The reporter went on to give a few other details, and it was clear to Marissa that there was a leak somewhere.
"Wow. Are you kidding me? Tammy set up Doug? I can't believe she did that. Well, maybe I can. There was no way she was thinking about Amber and how this would affect her though." Kendall was stunned, and that was something that didn't happen often.
As Greenlee watched the report, she noted the reporter's location. "Speaking about not thinking about Amber, are they at their house? If they are, what about Amber? She's right inside and seeing all of this happen right outside her front door. This guy is literally reporting from their front porch. He's clearly trespassing. Man, I hate this station. They are vultures over there. You don't see any other reporters that close."
"She's not inside. Amber and Doug aren't there." Marissa said quietly so only Bianca, Kendall, and Greenlee could hear her.
"They're not? Where are they then?" Greenlee asked.
"Someplace safe."
Bianca knew Marissa wouldn't say anything else. Her wife had gotten a call from Doug early this morning, before they had left the house to head off to work. He had told her that he and Amber would be staying with family for a few days. Doug had discussed the option the previous day with Marissa and decided to go ahead and do it for Amber's sake. His daughter needed the privacy right now in order to heal and to try and understand what her mother had done, not that anyone involved thought that last part would ever truly be possible. Bianca knew there was no way that Marissa would divulge the father and daughter's location to anyone. Only a handful of people knew where they were, and each one that did know were part of a tight circle that would keep their secret.
"Wait. You can see someone in the distance talking to another reporter. It looks like it's someone from Channel 12. Opal …"
Before Greenlee could make the request, Opal was already changing the channel. "I'm on it."
The new image showed a woman talking to a female reporter.
"Who is that talking to the Channel 12 reporter?" Kendall asked.
Although she had only met her once or twice before, Bianca recognized the woman in question. "Oh, that's Tammy's sister, Amy."
Marissa nodded. This was something else they had discussed the previous day. "Doug gave her permission to give a short statement on his behalf if the need arose. I'm guessing a neighbor saw reporters over there and word somehow got to Amy."
"He's letting his ex-sister-in-law speak for him?" Opal asked. "That doesn't make sense."
"It actually does. Doug and Amy are good friends. She testified for him during the divorce." Bianca explained.
"Really? Is there something going on between them?"
"No. He's not her type. Amy's gay. Doug has been there for her whenever she and Tammy got into in the past."
"Ah, that explains a lot."
The interview only lasted a few minutes, and during it, Amy asked for privacy for niece's sake during this difficult time. She also expressed her support for Doug and her family's shock over Tammy's actions. With her statement given, Amy walked to her car, got in, and drove away. The reporter then gave a recap before tossing things back to the news anchor in the studio.
Bianca whispered to her wife as they walked away from the others at the bar. "What did Mike want?"
"He wanted to tell me a couple of things. First, he gave me a heads up about reporters being at Doug's. Then, he gave me an update on the plea negotiations with Tammy. Her lawyer asked to meet with him this afternoon. It seems a night in jail has Tammy willing to talk."
"That's good, right?"
"Hopefully. I'm sure her lawyer is going to be angling for a deal, but I can tell you that Mike is not going to take it easy on her. He wants her to do time, and I agree with him."
"What about Doug? How does he feel?"
"He's torn. She is Amber's mom, even though she isn't really acting like it at the moment, or actually hasn't for some time for that matter. He also knows that something needs to be done however. Tammy needs to be punished for actions. She's gotten away with way too much for way too long. It simply has to stop. She needs to learn that there are consequences for her actions. Maybe, this will make her finally see the light."
Bianca nodded. "True. Her relationship with Amber hasn't really been healthy for some time. This incident will make it downright toxic. If Tammy wants to salvage any type of future relationship with her daughter, she's going to need to make some big changes. For Amber's sake, I hope she will. In the meantime, we'll make sure that we are there for Amber."
"Yes, we will." Marissa smiled and gave her wife a quick kiss.
"Red, I know you can't tell us where Doug and Amber are, but if there's anything we can do to help them, let us know. This is going to be rough on both of them."
"Kendall's right, it will be. What about where Doug works?" Greenlee asked.
"I'll let them know what you said. It will mean a lot to them. As for Doug, he talked to his boss for a little while yesterday, and he has their support."
"I'm glad to hear that. Okay, I need to change the subject. Binx, I just got a text from Mom instructing me to be at the Yacht Club on Friday for some sort of major announcement. She said you knew all about it and would tell me. Care to share?"
"Ah, yes. Mom is going to writing an advice column for The Banner."
"What?! The Banner? As in the paper owned by Viki Buchanan? Mom's going to be working for Viki? Are you serious?"
Bianca laughed. "Yes, to all of those questions. When we were in Llanview for Briana's adoption, Rissa and I stayed behind and had lunch with Viki and Nora. Viki brought up the idea and asked for our opinion. It seems Dorian Lord has been causing some minor problems for Viki again, and she saw it as a way put an end to it. Viki wanted to know if we thought it was worth proposing the idea to Mom. We thought it was actually pretty genius. You know how Mom loves giving advice and 'sharing her knowledge with the masses'."
"Wow, I never thought I would live to see the day where Mom and Viki would be working together. It does sound like a pretty good idea. The more I think about it, the more I really like it. You're right about Mom loving to 'share her knowledge with others'. I can actually see her being really, really good at this. An advice column is like right in her wheelhouse. There's also the added bonus of sticking it to Dorian. Mom can't stand her at all."
"There's another point you're forgetting. With Erica giving her advice to others, that's less time for her to spend butting into your lives." Greenlee pointed out.
The sisters looked at each other and laughed.
"There is that. Definitely a bonus for us."
"I somehow think that Erica will always make time to butt into your lives as well as the rest of the family's." Marissa smirked.
"You do have a point, Red. So when did this all come together?"
"Yesterday. Mom and Viki met at Rissa's office, and we were there as kind of a buffer."
"You more than me, B. I was called away."
"Gotcha. Well, if anyone could get Mom to listen to Viki, it's my little sister."
Marissa smiled proudly at her wife. "She is pretty amazing like that, isn't she? Both seem to be very happy with the deal they hammered out, and I have to say that it's a pretty good deal for both of them."
"Friday is the big announcement so keep it quiet for the time being." Bianca added.
"Ah, they're going to blindside Dorian, aren't they?"
"Yep!"
Kendall looked at Greenlee who was grinning from ear to ear. She had had her own issues with Dorian in the past and was more than happy to go along with any plan to cause her grief. "We won't say a word."
"I'm coming whether I'm invited or not."
"Mom invited you as well, Greenlee. She figured you would want a front row seat, given your history with Dorian."
"I never thought I'd say this, but I'm liking Erica more and more. We'll never be besties, but I've got you for that." Greenlee grinned as she nudged Kendall who rolled her eyes.
"Lucky me." There was no bite or sarcasm to Kendall's tone. She and Greenlee were pretty much joined at the hip, and that was just fine with both of them. "Give us some more details. What's the name of this column going to be?"
"It's going to be called 'Ask Erica', and it is going to be all over. We're talking in The Banner itself, the paper's website, and every form of social media out there." Bianca then described what they had come up with in the previous day's meeting.
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A/N: Time for some translations, courtesy of Google:
Je t'aime. Je vous adore. (I love you. I adore you.)
Droga! Mais! Eu preciso de você. Eu te amo. (Dammit! More! I need you. I love you.
Oh, c'est ainsi de suite, conseiller. (Oh, it is so on, Counselor.)
I'm going to go have some chocolate cake now. See you soon!