Rules

"Rule number one," Kendall smiled, "If you speak unless I tell you to I'm going to stop."

"What?"

Kendall glared at Greenlee who rolled her eyes but nodded.

"Rule number two-don't move or I'll restrain you. Stop smiling like that!"

"Rule number three, you can't come until I say you can."

Greenlee growled at that.

"Uh, no this is not negotiable," Kendall shook her head. "You want me to do bad, sexy things to you then you have to follow my rules. Understand?"

Greenlee gave her a look that would've crumpled anyone else.

But Kendall wasn't anyone else and she knew what her lover needed.

Sometimes her dynamic, fierce, always in control lover needed to give up that control.

Only to her. No one else.

Kendall made sure of that.

Nobody else could make Greenlee feel the way Kendall did.

Wired

There was only one thing that brought Greenlee down after a hard day, or a day in which she was way too wired.

Kendall knew exactly what to and how to do it.

She'd let her rant, and then she 'd lay her down on the bed and gently take off her clothes, laying small kisses down her body as she took off each piece of clothing.

Then she'd rub warm, scented oil onto Greenlee's body, giving her a slow, sensuous massage.

She'd start at the top of her head, and by the time she got to Greenlee's face she'd be purring and settled into Kendall's arms like a contented kitten.

"Mmm, I love you," Greenlee would say.

"I love you too," Kendall would answer, kissing her gently on the lips.

"I'll do the same thing for you when you're feeling stressed," Greenlee mumbled.

"I know," Kendall smiled, thinking of how that was going to happen sooner than Greenlee thought.

Maybe even tomorrow.