*BABE*

Innocent Reflection

Babe slumbered contently. In her dreams ponies hopped over a green countryside, dandelions littering the green with their smiling flowering. She had everything she wanted and needed. Life couldn't be better than in her dreams. They were worry-free.

Until her mind became somewhat aware of a hand sneaking over the covers and encircling her arm.

First a brush and then long gentle fingers surrounded her biceps, tightening, holding on. There was a pull, her body moving slightly until soft lush flesh pushed into her shoulder.

Her brows furrowed in her doze, this couldn't be JR. It felt kinda nice, though. She turned her head, following that feeling. Her nose, unbeknownst to her, landed in the crook of a neck, finding a pool of sweetness that smelled like a basket full of mellowed apricots mixed with a wooden scent, resin, fir cones - a deep forest.

She knew that smell from somewhere.

She rolled around in the grass of her dandelion field. Just slowly, she noticed the tickling grass vanishing from her skin, being replaced by smooth caressing silk. She stretched herself, opening her eyes leisurely as the mild grassy smell changed into the one of fresh sheets and something warmer, thicker – an other person, their heat and scent radiating around her.

She gazed at the ceiling as a breath glided over her neck, down to her collarbone.

She was slightly startled about being in bed with someone. But the enticing feathery touch kept her unmoving. The only thing she knew, it was not JR. He would never be that gentle. Anxiously she waited for what would happen next, undecided if she should stop it.

The mouth on her sunk lower. It nipped along her skin before rich lips enclosed her aroused peaks, suckling heavenly.

She hissed surprised, pulling a deep breath in, while arching her chest into her lover.

It caused a jolt to flash through her, ending in a pool of wakened interest between her thighs.

She peeked down to find her bed partner had vanished under the sheets. She could only make out the contours of a head and a long figure under the beige silk.

Jamie?

Jamie was gentle.

Her brows furrowed and she blinked her eyes open again, pulling her mind away from the fingers that played over her stomach, tickling her senses. She surveyed the nice sheets, then the warm, but impersonal room.

She was in a hotel room.

But, this was much too nice to be the Pine Cone and those touches...much too knowing and deliberate to be the one's of a first time lover. She let herself fall into it though, enjoying the warmth it caused in her body, the tingling that slowly sailed through her belly.

Whoever it was, what they were doing was nice and they shouldn't stop it.

The mouth that had paced and explored her upper body thoroughly finally reached the waistband of her delicate thong. Teeth grazed her skin, making her squirm, before they caught the material and gave it a playful tug.

She moaned as the string bit into her flesh. Her fingers fought to get under the sheets, wanting to touch that wonderful man.

With a crash the door flew open, making her jump, while in the same moment her fingers weaved into long smooth hair, letting her halt.

"I knew you hid something. My father was right all along. You bitch," Jr growled, standing in the door eying the situation with a disgusted expression.

But her mind was some place else, she stared down beneath the covers, sheepish looking chocolate eyes twinkling back at her.

Bianca?

"Are you listening?" JR asked, stepping further into the room. "Do you even care?"

"Yes," she cried, tearing her eyes away from the brunette. She covered her up, hiding her, pushing her to all the other skeletons deeply buried in her bed. Not knowing what else to do she said, "It's not what it looks like."

"And for you I abandoned my brother," Jr said disappointed before spatting, "Trailer trash. At least show me what it is."

He moved to the bed, dragging at the covers. Her heart pounded in painful panic in her throat, while she clung to the covers, holding them back to prevent him from revealing all her secrets.

He gave not up, though, pulling with all his might. She could not hold on any longer. Any second he would...

The sheets were ripped from her hands.

Babe jerked awake, sweat covering her body, making her nightgown cling to her skin.

She felt a kiss being pressed to her crown, a soothing drowsy voice mumbling hushed, "'s okay, I got you."

Babe turned her head confused to the person at her side. Her eyes widened as she recognized Bianca's sleeping face. Panic striking, she quickly pushed away, on the way out of bed entangling herself with the covers before tumbling to the ground.

She groaned, rubbing her butt. Then she fell silent, anxiously waiting if she woke someone up. Cautiously she turned around, her eyes stealing a glance of the form on the couch, glad to find closed eyelids.

When there was no noise from anyone else either she awkwardly pushed herself up to her feet.

What a dream.

As she stood she caught her reflection in one of the windows.

Babe stared at herself, looking back at her reproachful looking mirror image.

No. She was not a bad person. She loved JR. So, she didn't tell him about her drunken marriage to Paul Cramer and she didn't directly tell him about rolling around with his little brother and taking his virginity the night they came to town. How could she have known Jamie was his brother? And, well, at last she kept secret of her child's paternity. But she was no bad person. Not completely innocent, either, but her love was pure and true. That had to make it even.

She nodded small at herself in the window before she let herself down next to JR, pulling her covers from the couch.

As she positioned the blankets next to him, her heart beat faster by the thought of JR not only finding out about that mass of concealment, but also of her having dreams about Bianca.

He would snap!

Hopefully, he may never seriously believe that she was into Bianca, because at least that one was not true. She could say with one hundred percent certainty that she was straight and not interested. Bianca was a sweet pie and, okay, so she would kiss her for experience, but that was it.

How could she even have such a dream? She would never hop into bed with Bianca.

She curled up to JR as close as she could with her belly, placing her hand over his heart and stroking his chest slowly.

She loved him. He had to raise this child with her. Alone she would never make it.

She had no choice but to keep her secrets locked up.