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On the way home Joanne was almost feeling guilty for going home for lunch. She felt as though somehow she had just used her girlfriend. She loved Maureen. I mean geez she had to of look at what all she had put up with from her. But seeing Steve again after all these years, there was just something so comfortable and safe about him.

She had been so lost in her thoughts, she nearly missed her stop. Joanne got off the subway and made her way up to the busy New York streets. She had made up her mind that she was going to tell Maureen about Steve. Even though nothing really had happened between her and Steve, she felt she needed to tell Maureen about him and that he was working with her now. She knew Maureen wouldn't be too happy about it, but Maureen trusted her. Plus, she didn't want any secrets between them, their relationship was…perfect.

Joanne took a deep breath before opening the door; she was determined to tell Maureen. She opened the door and was consumed into Maureen's arms. Joanne automatically dropped her stuff right inside the doorway, kicking the door shut behind her. Steve was now the furthest thing from her mind. Maureen had pushed Joanne's back up against the door, embracing her into an I want you now kiss. This was so nice, exactly where both of them wanted to be at the moment.

Maureen pulled away breathing heavily she mouthed, "follow me". Maureen grabbed Joanne's hand leading her into the kitchen.

Damn she looks hot in those jeans. And that top are you kidding me. Wow, do I have the hottest girlfriend or what. Joanne was hoping Maureen was leading her to the bedroom, but no luck there, for now anyway.

As they walked into the kitchen, Joanne was taken back by the overwhelming smell of the dinner Maureen had made for them. It almost brought tears to Joanne's eyes, Maureen never cooked and she could tell that Maureen had spent the majority of the afternoon conjuring this up.

"Baby you didn't have to do this," she was holding back the tears. She leaned over and gently kissed her.

"I know, I wanted to," She smiled realizing how happy she had made Joanne.

Maureen led Joanne over to the table where they shared a very romantic dinner. Maureen had filled the kitchen with flowers and lit candles. She was so proud of herself.

As they finished dinner, they began making their way down the hallway. Knocking pictures off the wall and numerous other items sitting on random furniture in their path. They were both half undressed and panting by the time they reached the bedroom doorway. Then what they both least wanted to hear, the phone ringing.

"Damn it," frustrated Joanne released Maureen from her grasps and turned to go answer the phone.

"Just don't answer it Pookie" Maureen replied as she grabbed Joanne pulling her into the room, kissing her neck, lips, basically any part of her body she could get her lips on at the moment.

"I have to, hold on. Be right back, promise." Joanne replied as she quickly pecked Maureen on the lips and ran down the hall.

Frustrated Maureen, sat down on the bed, damn it how dare she answer the phone. Aren't I more important than a damn phone call? How'd she even hear the phone ring, wasn't she more into what we were doing than listening for the phone to ring? I mean she loves when I…

"Maureen, get dressed we got to go" Joanne frantically told her as she rushed into the bedroom. "It's Mark."

So I really don't know what has happened to Mark yet. I do have a few ideas floating around in my head however. So any ideas, comments, or suggestions would be appreciated. This is going to remain however primarily a JoanneMaureen fic.