Chapter 3

Later that night when Joanne arrived home, she spotted Maureen sitting on the couch staring out the window.

"Hey Honeybear." Joanne smiled while running her fingers through Maureen's hair.

"Where were you?" Maureen blankly asked with out making eye contact, her teeth biting away at her nails.

"I had to work late." Joanne answered, and then grabbed Maureen's hand. "Don't bite your nails."

"I can do whatever the fuck I want." Maureen replied.

Joanne sighed and sat next to her girlfriend, and grabbed her chin to force eye contact. "Maureen what's wrong, talk to me?"

Maureen shook her head clear, and forced a smile on her face. "Nothing's wrong."

Joanne raised her eyebrow. "So you crying last night was…?"

"A bad dream." Maureen answered. "Everyone has them."

"So it has nothing to do with your dad?" Joanne asked.

Maureen froze for a second, and then shook her head. "Um nope, nothing at all."

"Are you lying?"

Maureen rolled her eyes. "Pookie…why would I lie, all I had was a bad dream okay."

Joanne sighed. "Okay…but…."

"No buts." Maureen said while leaning in close, placing a soft kiss on the lawyer's lips, while she ran her hands down to Joanne's ass giving it a little squeeze. "This is a nice butt though."

"Maureen…" Joanne whispered, while she let the diva push her on her back, leaving a trail of kisses along her neck.

Joanne slipped her hand up Maureen's shirt, her fingers gently tracing over her skin until they finally slipped under the fabric of Maureen's bra, causing Maureen to quickly pull away.

"What is it?" Joanne asked in disbelief, her eyes watching as Maureen pulled her shirt down.

"Nothing…" Maureen replied in a shaky breath. "Um…I'm going to go take a shower…"

"Maureen?" Joanne called out, but Maureen didn't answer as the sound of the bathroom door slammed shut.

Later that evening Joanne headed into the bedroom to see Maureen getting changed. Slowly she wrapped her arms around Maureen from behind, placing small kisses on her neck.

"Hey what happened tonight?" Joanne softly asked. "You're always up for fooling around."

Maureen leaned her head back on to Joanne's shoulders, her arms resting over Joanne's forearms. "I know…I just…I wasn't in the mood."

"That's a Maureen Johnson first." Joanne teased.

Maureen smirked and turned around in Joanne's arms. "There's a lot more going on in my mine than just sex you know."

Joanne leaned forward resting her forehead on Maureen's. "I know, and I'm the lucky one who gets to figure it all out."

Maureen leaned in placing a kiss on Joanne's lips, the kiss lingering as their hands began roaming each other. Joanne soon took control of the kiss, and began pushing Maureen towards the bed until they both fell onto it, with Joanne pinning Maureen's hands above her head.

"Joanne…" Maureen whimpered.

Joanne only took that whimper as a sign to keep going. The last time she took control like this Maureen went crazy and loved every minute of it. So the lawyer carried on, and pinned Maureen down harder making sure she couldn't move, her lips reattached to the diva's neck.

"Joanne." Maureen cried out, her voice full of fear.

Joanne stopped midway, lifting her head to see what Maureen wanted.

"Please let go." Maureen whispered her face full of horror.

Joanne quickly unpinned Maureen and climbed off of her. Before she could stop Maureen or ask any questions the diva ran into the bathroom and shut the door tight.