Disclaimer: Versions of these characters belong to Stephenie Meyer in another time and place. I am making them have lesbian sex with each other.

A/N: man, you guys are hard on leah. just give her time. it'll be alright, i promise. thank you all so much for the magical reviews. they made my weekend. its was also interesting to see how many of you seem in favor of emmett and bella getting together in this story. ill admit my emmett is pretty damn lovable, but im pretty sure bella already has her hands full.

this chapter is for em, erica, bba, twilightboy and my angelface.

Chapter 14: '03 Bonnie &Clyde

...so I put this on my life, nobody or nothing will ever come between us...

I prided myself on being a fairly sensible young woman. Every now and then, though, I couldn't resist the chance to be a little over dramatic.

I finished stowing away my gown, cleaned up my face and joined Alice for a little game of "Tag –Your- Clit" under her sheets. We passed out, blissfully spent and I slept through the night.

The next morning I retreated to my room and opened my MacBook. I dragged the eighteen songs into their own playlist and sat there, my legs tucked to my chest, staring at each title and artist. I knew all but a few of the songs, but from the titles I could tell they fit the theme. I played with my fingernails for fives minutes before pressing play.

I listened to every song twice, carefully pouring over the lyrics. At first I was simply impressed with the diversity of the songs. Leah had managed to create a playlist of tunes by everyone from Adele to Drake to Jay-Z to Van Morrison. What made it work was the order of the tracks. Matching tempos from Aqualung bled into Lenny Kravitz, Lykke Li to the Cure into Sade. She even included Pienso En Ti, my favorite song by Shakira. Even if I truly didn't know Spanish the melody still would have stuck in my mind.

And then I was simply floored by the implications. By the time I forced myself to press stop I wasn't entirely shocked to feel tears running down my face.

I had no idea what to do. There was no way I could ignore the events of the last twenty-fours. Leah had intentionally looked out for me and these eighteen tracks were no accident. But what the hell was I supposed to say.

Leah was out most of the day, but when she came home I thanked her for the CDs, hoping it would strike up a conversation where she would come clean. It went a little something like this.

Me: Thank you for the CDs. I already put them on my computer.

Leah: No problem.

Then she left the room. I wasn't hurt by this. It was what I expected, but I was still confused. Anyone with a brain could tell I still had feelings for Leah. Sure, I suppressed them and didn't let them interfere with my life or my relationship with the girls, but the feelings were there. I couldn't deny it.

Now I had to mull over the fact that Leah MIGHT feel the same way. I decided to wait for her to come to me. I'd already put myself out there and I was still recovering from those emotional burns. Leah had made the decision to bring me my phone and she had made the decision to kiss me and make me that mix. I knew if she felt the way I thought she did, she would eventually make up her mind to come clean.

I was a patient person. I could wait. And wait I did.

On Monday I headed back to school to meet with Principal Banner first thing. James was sent home the moment he set foot on campus and asked not to return until a thorough investigation into his behavior was conducted. At week's end James was fired. After careful questioning, three other teachers and four students, including Angela and my Nessie came forward and said that James had behaved inappropriately with them.

Apparently he had won Teacher of the Year three years in a row and the others thought him untouchable. I saw him one more time when he came to school to collect his things. Emmett wouldn't admit to it, but I knew he was responsible for the black eye, scrapes, bruises and the sling James was sporting.

Things settled back down after that. The play went up the second week in November. Nessie and Erik were fantastic and Principal Banner showered Angela and I with praise for a job well done. The girls came to opening night, even Leah. She didn't say much beyond, "That redhead girl can act," but coming from her that was good enough.

That was the last thing she said to me for another week.

I was heading home to Phoenix for Thanksgiving. Rose insisted we finally hit up ladies night at the Abbey before I left. Emmett would be bouncing that night so it seemed like a perfect idea. Leah was working again, but we never really enjoyed outings together anyway.

We took our time getting ready. Alice picked out my clothes, of course, and helped me with my make-up. I wore a brown, low cut tank top that came just above my knees and a pair of skinny jeans. Alice let me borrow a pair of brown, three inch Mary-Janes. I added a brown, lace push –up bra that showed a little out of the top. It looked more like decoration than an invitation.

Right before we left, we had two healthy rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who would be left holding the bag, literally. I lost and was forced to carry the only purse for the three of us, loaded with cellphones, gum and keys. Rose lost the next round and had to be designated driver.

Alice sent Leah a text telling her where we were going and after she dropped her phone in the hobo Coach bag she let me borrow, we were off.

I was kinda pissed it took us nearly four months to get to the Abbey during its proper hours. The cute restaurant had morphed into sexy nightclub. The place was packed to the brim with girls and few gay boys who'd decided to trickle in.

Rosalie apparently got table service every time they went. There had to be minimum of five people at your VIP table, so Alice called two of her associates, Kate and Zafrina and had them meet us there. Emmett was darling enough to make sure we got the one table that had a full view of the dance floor.

I was introduced to Kate, a gorgeous blond and her equally attractive Brazilian girlfriend. We all sat down to get thoroughly tanked before we hit the dance floor. I idly wondered what it would have been like to have Leah there with us, but gave up the thought, reminding myself that she wouldn't be talking to me.

After my second mojito Alice begged me to come dance with her.

"Let me just go pee and you can see how truly uncoordinated I am," I said pinching her cheek. I pushed my way back the restrooms and got in the insanely long line, the one downside to ladies night.

While waiting I heard a beeping noise coming out of the purse. Alice's phone was going off. I pulled it out just to check and make sure it wasn't a client. I'd run back out to the dance floor and give her the phone if it was.

But instead of a random 310 number I saw Leah Texts (4)lighting up the display of her iPhone. I owed Alice for going through my wallet. I scanned through the texts, annoyed and confused.

They read:

Don't take B to the Abbey.

Call me right now.

Baby. DO NOT take her there.

Answer your phone!

"Great," I huffed. Leah had yet again managed to get into my head. I knew I would really be thinking about her now, analyzing the texts until she gave me another blatant sign that she wasn't—

"M, I want this one." I looked up to see two very beautiful girls turned towards me in line. I knew they were talking about me, but I wasn't really sure why. The red-head, who was wearing a dog collar, eyed me curiously before the Latina woman spoke.

"Is that so, Baby?" I stared back at them, growing a little nervous. They looked like they were sizing me up for dinner. "Well you've been such a good girl tonight. I think you should get what you want." She licked her lips, staring at my cleavage. I instantly regretted the lace "decoration".

"What's your name, sweetness?" she continued.

"Ah –" My mouth was open, but nothing came out. I would have to ask Rose or Alice at some point, if there was something about me that said, "If you're a complete stranger or a sex offender, please feel free to touch my breasts." The Latina woman gently plucked at my bra, waiting patiently for me to cough up a name.

"Maria, move your hand before I break it the fuck off." Leah's arms were draped securely over my shoulders before I could turn around. I gasped slightly, but relaxed when I realized who the soft copper skin belonged to.

"Ah, Leah. Nice to see you again," Maria said. "One of yours?" Suddenly I was invisible, just like the red-head. She stared at me hungrily while Leah and Maria discussed me like I was a pure bred dog Leah had just acquired. Any other time I would have been insulted. Instead, I was overjoyed at Leah's knack for right-on-time behavior.

"Yeah, something like that." I shivered when she buried her lips in my neck, pushing my hair out of the way. "Sorry I'm late, Baby."

"It's okay," I replied bashfully. I kissed her forearm gently before lifting my fingers to brush the spot with my hand. I had to at least go along with it.

"Good thing you showed up. I was about to take your girl home to play with my pet," Maria said looking Leah square in the eye. I grimaced, wondering what kind of ruffies this chick had in her back pocket.

"Yeah, good thing. The line's moving," Leah said. Maria snorted with an evil smile then very deliberately told her "pet" to turn in the other direction. She immediately obeyed.

Leah waited in line with me. The whole time her arms stayed wrapped around my body. I saw the purpose for it. I began to notice that a lot of girls were checking me out. I'm not full of myself, but I can tell when someone is giving me the "fuck me" eye. A few girls even stared down Leah as if they were planning on challenging her to a duel. I didn't think I was the type to need protecting, but I was grateful she was there, keeping me out of awkward conversations and indecent proposals.

I used the restroom quickly and when I came out Leah was waiting for me. That was when I finally got a good look at what she was wearing. Because of the nature of movie sets Leah usually wore jeans and t-shirts with some very comfortable sneakers. Tonight though - Leah was leaning against the wall wearing a long sleeve black v-neck with a black bra. I know the bra was black because shirt dipped down to the center of her chest. She had a white cami on over the bra, that was pulled down fairly low too. My eyes raked further down to the red, plaid school girl skirt she had on that just barely covered her ass, barely. Leah finished off the outfit with thigh high leather stilettos. The outfit was fucking hot and Leah even hotter.

I gawked at her for a few moments before she took my hand and led me back to our table. Rosalie and Alice looked at our hands nervously, but didn't say anything. Leah bent and growled something in Rosalie's ear. The music was so loud I couldn't hear what. As Leah pulled me down to sit in her lap, I saw Rose mouth the word "Sorry".

I spent a good while perched on Leah's left knee. Alice made me feel a little less awkward by plopping down in Rose's lap when she returned from the bar. Leah didn't talk to me, but instead chatted with Kate, Zafrina and Rose. Alice was too busy singing along with the DJ's selection and people watching to care what they were talking about. I knew I'd promised her a dance, but I felt like I was sort of under Leah's control for the moment.

A couple minutes later, I felt Leah's hand go up my shirt. She began rubbing the small of my back softly. I understood then, that she was marking me. Every girl who walked by saw just who I belonged to and kept their distance. I relaxed then, snuggling a little bit closer to her and draping my arm around her shoulders. Leah didn't turn to acknowledge it, but she did give my back a little squeeze.

Finally Alice was rightly wasted and ready to hit the floor. She jumped up and turned towards me.

"Leah?" she said with a teasing smile.

"Yes, Baby?" Leah playfully swung her head in Alice's direction.

"Can, B come dance with me?" I chuckled at the adorable look on her face.

"B, do you want go dance with Alice?" Leah asked. The others were all giggling at our silly back and forth.

"Yes. I do."

"By all means." Leah gestured towards the dance floor. I handed Rosalie the Coach Bag of Burden and moved to stand up. Just as I took a step away, I felt Leah's fingers trailing down my forearm. With the next step she caught my hand, pulling me back. As a reflex I turned and met her half way when she leaned up to kiss me. Her other hand slid up around the curve of my neck, holding me in place while her tongue started to probe my mouth. I knew I would regret it later, but I let her in anyway. I'd missed that cherry taste.

"Get a fucking room," Kate yelled over the music. I pulled away, light headed, blushing like crazy. Alice grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the dance floor.

"I'll take good care of her," she said to Leah who returned the promise with a wink and a smile.

Dancing with Alice had mixed results. I didn't have "moves" per se, but I could find the beat. Alice pretty much took care of the rest. I had so much fun. Alice was being so silly, but on the other hand she was making it pretty hard for me not to rip her clothes off. She kept finding ways to brush up against my nipples or grind her ass into my lap.

Alice was a sexy little thing who caught a lot of attention, but somehow every girl who approached us also caught the eye of Leah and Rose. Rose was still into her conversation with girls, but she would look up every time she saw someone come near us and stare them down until they walked away.

Leah – had her eyes on me the whole time. I thought she was watching us both, but no. She was definitely watching my every move. The notes to Beyonce's Naughty Girl came through the speakers. I couldn't resist dancing up on Alice just a little bit closer, knowing that Leah was watching. I could see her squirming a bit in her seat.

She was up and over to us before the song was a quarter of the way through.

"Baby, go back to Rosie," she said to Alice. Her voice had this air of lustful authority that had my biting my lip in anticipation. Alice disappeared without a word.

I couldn't call what Leah and I did next "dancing". It was foreplay, plain and simple. The beat of the song had Leah's leg thrust between mine. She guided my arms up and I clasped my hands behind her neck.

We lasted three songs, which considering I was nearly soaking through my jeans, was a kind of small miracle. We did our best not to feel each other up out right, but it was difficult. Leah gripped me tighter, turned me around, let her hands caress my stomach. I wanted her to touch my breasts, but she resisted. For a little while anyway.

The DJ must have been reading my mind. He put on Lil' Kim's Download and I couldn't resist grinding my ass into Leah's lap a little bit harder. I blinked and Leah's hand was up the front of my shirt, cupping my bra. I whimpered, my head dropping back onto her shoulder. The second my hair made contact though, Leah pulled away.

I turned quickly, feeling the hurt spreading across my face. Way to go, stupid. I'd gotten a little too enthusiastic about what was clearly just dancing. Leah was keeping her eyes and hands on me to keep other girls away for Alice and Rose's sake. Not for her own. I took our little charade too far. I swallowed and waited for verbal confirmation of yet another turn of rejection.

She took my hand and pulled me close again. "Wait right here. I'm taking you home," she breathed into my ear.

Or not.

Moments later Leah was back with my phone and my house keys in her hand. I glanced back towards Alice and Rosalie. They both waved goodbye, hope in their eyes.

I followed Leah outside. I wanted to say bye to Emmett, but he was lost in the crowd somewhere and I was pretty focused on the girl who gripped my hand.

I kept quiet and waited in Leah's arms while the valet went for her Bronco. It was so hard to keep my breathing under control. My heart was beating hard in my chest, my mind running wild.

I wanted Leah to take me home and fuck the shit out of me, but I knew that wouldn't happen. Not the way I wanted to. In reality I wanted her to make love to me and I wanted fall asleep and wake up in her arms. I also would have been pretty excited if she actually took off her clothes this time. Even though her behavior had been – better, it was still Leah. I had no idea what to expect from her.

Expect the worst, I told myself. Sound advice really. At least I wouldn't be disappointed when we got home and she ditched me as soon as we walked in the front door.

She tightened her grip around my waist and pulled me closer to her body. "You cold?" she said quietly.

"No," I replied. It was cool out, for L.A. but I was still a little warm from the dance floor. The heat coming off of Leah's body didn't hurt either.

"I can't let you out of the house dressed like this anymore," she chuckled softly. I looked down and saw what she meant. My boobs really were popping out. As if to back her up the valet gave me a good once over before opening my door for me. Obviously Leah wasn't dressed much better, but she knew what she was doing when she picked that outfit.

We rode in silence all the way back to the house. I thought privacy in the confines of the car would shed some light on her intentions, but I was still unsure by the time we got home. Her hand rested on my thigh for the entire four miles, but she didn't say a word.

It wasn't until we were standing in her room that I was starting to grasp the situation. Leah again had made a series of decisions that brought her and I together again. It was her decision to come to the club and claim me as hers, even if just to strangers. It was her idea for us to leave together, for her to open her bedroom to me and invite me in. My patience had paid off, if only for tonight.

I wanted to look around. It was the first time I'd seen inside her private space, but I was too focused on Leah herself. The room was painted black, the walls and the floor. She had a make-up vanity with full professional bulbs and a few pieces of art on the walls, but again I'd bother myself with those details later.

Leah left the door open and let the light from the hallway illuminate the room while she lit a half dozen candles on a silver tray near her bed. I watched her, listening to my heart pound in my ears.

The door was closed and I was back in Leah's arm. I waited.

Leah took her time exploring my body over my clothes. She looked down, gazing over my lips, my cheeks, my breasts. It was pure torture.

Finally her hands drifted up and rested on either side of my neck. Her thumbs gently titled my head up.

"Next time tell Alice to use less eyeliner," she whispered. I swallowed, only able to manage a nod in reply.

I don't remember actually thinking anything after that. I was just reacting, touching, pulling, searching. Leah and I undressed each other. Heels were kicked to the side. Pants and skirts and undies lost under the bed, tops and bra haplessly tossed over side furniture. I was going completely off instinct and desire, but I took my time. So did Leah.

I ended up face down on the bed, Leah's body hovering over me. My hair was lifted, swept off my shoulder. An arm came around my hips, lifting them slightly off the bed. Goose bumps spread as lips caressed my back. And then there were fingers on my clit, moving slow and deliberate.

I came almost instantly, crushing myself against her hand.

"Shhh, baby," she whispered, trying to sooth my whimpering. The soothing had the opposite effect. Her warm breath on my neck only made me shiver more. I swallowed my aching frustration, biting my lip. I could feel her lips and tongue barely touching my neck. Her breast pressing into my back. Her fingers - massaged me slow and deep, spreading my moisture around. I rose to my knees so she wouldn't have to support our bodies. She followed my cue, falling back on her heels, drawing me into her lap.

I could feel Leah, then all around me. Her hand on my breast, gripping me tight. Her fingers still on my clit, rubbing, stroking, pinching gently - perfectly. I could feel her mouth on my neck, her teeth grazing my skin. And then her lips were back on mine. My face turned towards hers, head resting on her shoulder as our lips tangling together. I let her be in control. I wanted her to own me.

She allowed me to breath, releasing my lips, focusing all of her efforts to my pussy. The air around was buzzing with our desire. I wanted her to talk to me, but I couldn't bring myself to say the words - to ask. And all at once it didn't matter. Leah knew exactly what she was doing. Her hand, her lips, the gentle way her whole body was rocking me against her hips, I didn't need anything else to make me come. I was with her finally and that was enough.

She held me close, letting me whimper and pant through the aftershocks. She let me sink to the bed, where I slowly slid on my back. I watched her, on her knees above me. She watched me back, probably wondering where I wanted her to take me next.

I curled my finger at her, beckoning her to me. Her arms came down on either side of my head and then she was kissing me, deep and slow. The wetness between her legs brushed against my thigh.

I flipped myself over, rolling on top of her. I stopped just for a moment, watching the candle light dance across her gorgeous skin. I finally had her where I wanted her, naked and wet, for me. All of the things that had happened melted away. The hurt and the anger and the confusion were all gone and she was here with me now.

Leah gazed back at me, panting lightly. There truly was nothing to say. I wanted to make her come, plain and simple. I wanted to show her just how could it be - with me and only me.

She reached up and brushed my hair out of my face. I automatically leaned forward, the urgent need for her kiss gripping me again. Her lips were warm and soft and wet. They made me hungry for her, made me crave every bit of her body.

I lived out nearly every suppressed fantasy I had about Leah that night. I couldn't stop kissing her, our tongues sharing control. My lips searched the softness of her skin, every inch of her tattoo. I brushed over her perfect nipples, tracing the puckered curves. I fingered her, massaging her wet cunt. I tasted her, lapping up every drop, nibbling and nuzzling until she couldn't take anymore.

Leah returned to me, making me whimper and moan as I came, crying out over and over. Her mouth and her hands moved over every inch of my body.

The only marker of time was the wax accumulating on the silver tray. I glanced at it, just before my eyes slid closed. Leah and I had thoroughly exhausted each other with our final efforts, riding each other, our pussies grinding together in a desperate move to draw the other closer and closer.

I refused to let myself think about what had occurred. Instead I took stock of just how much I'd enjoyed it all. I loved the sounds of her panting breath, the taste of her skin, the softness of her lips. I wanted more, but I didn't let myself think that there would be another time. I had tonight and for the moment that would be enough.

I fell asleep in her bed that night, wrapped tightly in her arms and what I hoped would turn out to be her love.

so they did it. and they were both naked. they both enjoyed it.

the redhead with maria is indeed victoria. just thought id throw that in there.

i imagine they danced to naughty girl, u already know by 112 and Lil Kim and T-Pain's Download.