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REQUITED

Chapter 6

Touched By An Angel

(Maddie's POV)

Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Oh… my… God! What the hell just happened here! Was I just making out with London Tipton? Oh… my… God! All right! You have got to stop saying that! How the hell do we drive home now? What do I say? Is it time? No! I got it! I play it off! That's it! This was supposed to be the big "Ha Ha! I got out of a ticket caper!" That's how I'll play it. Yeah. Play it off, crack a couple of jokes. That will work. It's got to. I am not telling London I love her on a road somewhere between Boston and Revere! Yes. Just play it off. Be cool.

Meanwhile, inside London's head…

(London's POV)

She is even better than I thought! WOOOOO! I am still tingling all over, especially down there… mmmmm! I shouldn't have done that! Now what do I do? This is not the time and place for what I need to say. I just could not help myself. She looks so damn… AAAAGGGGHHHH! All right. Calm down and focus. This was supposed to be a playacting job to get out of a ticket. That's how you do it London. Just watch the police car go away and then look at Maddie and bust out laughing like it was the greatest caper in the world. O… kaaaaaaaayyyyyyy… NOW!

London watched the state police cruiser as it pulled away. She then dropped her head and cut her eyes over at Maddie who had just turned her head to look at London. The dark haired cutie then lifted and turned her head to fully return the look from Maddie. She then exploded into a full belly laugh. Maddie attempted to suppress a smile for several seconds before succumbing to the laughing bug and letting loose with a belly laugh of her own.

"Did you see the look on his face?" London said laughing. "He couldn't wait to let us go!"

Maddie replied by mocking the officer."Uh… right. You ladies sit tight for a minute. I'll be right back." Maddie continued laughing.

"I know, right!" London said. "I bet he's gonna go to an abandoned parking lot somewhere and beat off!" Maddie was now laughing so hard that she was turning red in the face and holding her stomach.

"Stop!" Maddie put her hand up and started waving as she continued cracking up. "I… can't breathe!"

London cranked her comedy routine up a notch by simulating male masturbation. "Uhh… two… women… making… out… in… a… car… UNHHHH!" Maddie was now laughing so hard that no sound was coming out. Tears were streaming down her face. London started laughing at herself and Maddie's reaction to her. Their attempt at diffusing the attention from the tension of their kiss worked. It took Maddie several minutes to collect herself enough to put the car in gear and continue driving.

"I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard." Maddie said, still wiping the tears from her eyes. "My jaw hurts from laughing… you're a good kisser, Princess."

"You're not so bad yourself, Blondie." London replied. "Hey! We could do one of those videos and call it Office Hotties Gone Wild!" London drew another laugh out of Maddie.

"What are they circulating in the cabin of your plane? Cause it's not air!" Maddie cracked.

"Laughing gas mixed with vaporized cocaine." London shot back. Maddie began cracking up again. She slowed the car down and started pulling over.

"That's it!" Maddie exclaimed. "I can't drive with you cracking jokes like that! You take the wheel!" She stopped the car on the side of the highway and hopped out. London shook her head and climbed over the gear shifter into the driver's seat. Maddie hopped back in and London took off down the road.

The two ladies continued cracking jokes and laughing all the way back to Boston. They arrived back at Maddie's apartment in the highest of spirits. Maddie walked in followed by London. Maddie tossed her keys on the kitchen counter and opened the refrigerator.

"Want something to drink?" Maddie asked. "I've got… soda, orange juice, cran-grape juice, water…"

"Got any beer?" London asked.

"A woman after my own heart." Maddie said with a smile. "Here you go."

London took the bottle from Maddie. "This is my favorite brand. We must have been separated at birth."

"Well then, let's get you drunk so I can take advantage of you." Maddie said. She quickly walked into the living room so London was unable to see her face after her statement.

"If I'm gonna get with you, I'm gonna be stone cold sober." London shot back.

"Kick your shoes off. You're home now." Maddie said.

"I still can't believe C.J. is getting married!" London said.

"I know. Time has really gone by fast. It seems like just yesterday that he and Barbara started dating." Maddie said. "I'm telling you wouldn't be surprised if I get another invitation soon. Zack and Max are really getting serious."

"Good call, counselor." London said without thinking.

"Are you serious? What do you know?" Maddie exclaimed.

"Crap!" London said. "I… said to much already."

"Well since you already started spilling…" Maddie said as she hopped up and plopped down next to London on the sofa. "Keep spilling!"

"Maddie… you have to swear on your life you won't say a word." London said in a serious tone. Maddie nodded her head. "I'm serious. I will kick your litigious ass if you tell anybody what I'm about to tell you."

"Ooh. Say that again." Maddie joked.

"I will kick your litigious ass." London repeated.

"Oh, Big Momma!" Maddie said in mock lust. "Okay, I swear."

"Zack is gonna propose to Max at the rehearsal dinner!" London said in an excited tone.

"OH MY GOD! Did he tell you this morning?" Maddie said.

"Yeah. Right before I saw you." London answered.

"Wow! Two Martins getting married! Now if Carey gets hitched they'll hit the trifecta!" Maddie said. "I am so happy for them."

"Me too." London said with a bit of resignation leaking into her voice.

"London, what's wrong?" Maddie picked up on London's change in tone.

"It's nothing." London said as she dropped her head.

"It's not nothing. What's wrong?" Maddie ducked her head trying to look London in the eye. London lifted her head and began to speak.

"I just… Well, I thought that by this time in my life I would be in love and married and have kids and it's just… every now and then I think about it." London said softly.

"Well you know what you need to work on." Maddie said. I'm up for all three if you're interested. Maddie thought.

Well I've got one in the bank; I just haven't cashed it in yet. London thought. "What about you? Are you happy like this?"

"Oh, yeah." Maddie said sarcastically. "I get up before the sun comes up. I work sixteen hours a day, lose track of days of the week, haven't been out on a date in over a year." Maddie rattled off. "This… sucks… ass. I want to be head over heels in love. I want my heart to pound and skip beats. I want to lose myself in someone's eyes. I want to tingle when they touch me. I want a massage. You could bounce a quarter off my neck, it's so tight from stress."

"You done did it now." London said with a sudden lilt in her voice as she stood up. "Slide over here."

"What are you doing?" Maddie turned her head and looked up at London.

"I studied massage therapy when I was in college and I am two classes away from getting my certification. It was all part of my therapist's plan to get me to think about and help others." Maddie looked at her reluctantly. "Trust me. I will have you feeling better in no time."

Maddie gave herself a pep talk before she answered London. All right Maddie. It would be a friendly massage. At the first sign of trouble, you will excuse yourself and go to the bathroom to pee. You will be relaxed but not "enjoy" enjoy it. You will not get turned on like you did the last time you got a massage. Don't get turned on. Is that clear? It is? Good.

"Of course I trust you." Maddie said in a matter-of-fact tone before sliding down to the end of the couch, sitting upright.

The young attorney wasn't the only one that needed a self-sustaining pep talk. London Leah Tipton… behave yourself. You are her masseuse. You will be professional. You will limit yourself to the areas of stress. 'But all of her is stressed!' Shut up, Trixie! (Trixie is London's sexually charged alter ego) Okay, just breathe and behave… breathe and behave… breathe and behave…

"All right, you ready?" London asked in a perky voice. Breathe and behave…

"Ready, Captain." Maddie replied. Don't get turned on… Don't get turned on…

London placed her hands on the curve of Maddie's shoulders. Okay. So far so good. Maddie thought. London pressed her thumbs into Maddie's flesh and began to slowly work the taut muscles.

"Wow! You normally can't feel tension out here. It's normally closer to the center. You really need to relax." London said.

Sex relaxes me. Are you up for a quickie? Maddie's mind queried. "I promise I will." Maddie said as London began working toward Maddie's trapezius muscle. As London began to massage that muscle, Maddie let out a guttural moan that got London's undivided attention. "Oooooh… my… God… Lon… don…" London bit her bottom lip as Maddie's purring went straight from her lips to London's center. "That… feels… so… goooood."

FUCK! London exclaimed in her head. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. It was only a minute or so into the massage and London's hands were already tingling, but it wasn't from fatigue, it was from anticipation. "Glad you like it." London said.

"Mmmm… if I had the money I'd hire you full-time." Maddie continued to purr. Her thoughts at the moment were purely innocent. She was too lost in the sensation of her neck feeling better than it had been in six months. London, on the other hand, was not faring so well. Actually, her body began to fare a little too well. She felt a familiar tingle at her core as she kneaded Maddie's neck. Each deep press into the blonde's stressed musculature elicited a relieved moan of release that was verbally pinning London to the wall. One particular press nearly caused London to lose it.

"OOOHHH… SHIIIIT!" Maddie cried out in a way that one would in the throes of passion.

"Are you all right?" London said in a shaky voice. She stopped and leaned over to see if she had done something wrong.

"Yeah." Maddie said in a soft voice. She placed her hand on top of London's, which was once again resting on Maddie's outer shoulder. "Please… keep going. You're doing great."

But I'm not. London thought. She knew she had to stop. Her mind was screaming No mas! No mas! or No more! No more! But her body was subconsciously willing her to continue. She picked up where she left off, kneading and pressing into the soft flesh of Maddie's shoulders. Her fingers successfully finding, manipulating and taming every knotted muscle fiber they found. Maddie continued purring in relaxed agreement. That purring. That low, sensual, tingle-inducing, panty-moistening purring.

Every purr traveled on the sound waves flowing into London's ear and down her body, stopping dead in the middle. London tried to remain as perfectly still as possible from the waist down. Any movement would draw her mind's attention to the fact that she was wet, no, soaking wet, with no signs of letting up any time soon. She felt Maddie's neck muscles loosening under her deft touch and knew that the end of this torturously erotic episode was at hand.

London's mind was ready to call it quits. Her body, her will, however, had other ideas.

"You're gonna want to let me do your back as well." London said. Her curiosity had taken over. Her libido mutinied against the rational part of her brain. "Got to keep it loose to help your stability."

"Okay. Whatever you say." Maddie agreed. In her mind this wasn't nearly as bad as she had imagined. London had worked out the tightness in her neck. She felt better than she had in months and she was able to suppress any lustful feelings she had for London. She was gonna be all right. She leaned forward to allow London access to her lower back.

"No. That's not gonna work. You'll need to go lie down on your bed." London said. Time to kick it up a notch. BAM! London's inner sexpot, Trixie exclaimed. London sometimes felt, at times like this, that there were two halves of her struggling for dominance, like the two parts of Niki, from Heroes, one of her favorite, and few, TV shows that she watches. Trixie was winning.

"C - Come again?" Maddie stammered.

"We need to go to your bedroom so you can lie down. Massaging your back like that is not going to work. Now come on." London said as she picked Maddie up by the arm. Maddie began to shuffle into the bedroom.

Maddie's mind started up again. Okay Madeline. You were fine before, so you can be fine now. She just needs more access, that's all. You've made it this far. You'll make it unscathed. They reached the bedroom. Maddie sat down on the edge of the bed awaiting instructions that she knew were forthcoming. London began surveying the room, looking for something.

"You have any massage oil?" London asked.

Maddie thought for a second. "No." She paused. "I have some lotion. Will that work?"

"That'll be fine." London said.

"Bathroom sink." Maddie said pointing to her master bathroom. London went to retrieve the lotion and returned a moment later.

"All right… I think we're ready." London said. Maddie smiled and nodded. She turned around and got up on the bed on all fours to position herself to lie down on her stomach in the middle of the bed.

"Uh-uh-uh." London said, shaking her head. "Off with the shirt first." The inner London was trying to make a comeback. What the hell are you doing? This is gonna go to far.

Why did I know she was gonna say that? Maddie questioned herself. Maddie sat back on her haunches and slowly lifted the pink top over her head and tossed it to the floor. She had her back to London. She sat motionless for a moment, almost purposely allowing London to take this image in. She surprised herself in doing so. Seconds later she slowly lowered herself onto her stomach, positioning herself toward the right side of the bed, turning her head to the left, away from London. She was afraid if she looked at her, the urge to flip over onto her back would be too powerful to resist.

Maddie laid there expecting to hear the squeeze of the lotion bottle, London rubbing her hands together and the feel of her nimble fingers kneading into her lower back. What she felt was the bed beginning to dip as if someone were getting in. She felt a knee nestle against her upper right thigh followed quickly by another knee against her upper left thigh. She was being straddled. She felt the weight of a body gently settling above her, slightly pushing down into her. She felt a crotch nestled right at the bottom of the curve of her backside.

Maddie was afraid to make a sound. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, something overtly sexual and profane would come out. She remained quiet; save for the shaky breath she drew in an attempt to slow her now rapid, hummingbird-like heartbeat.

"You comfy?" London asked.

You have no idea how comfortable I am. "Yeah. I'm fine." Maddie said in a whisper. Any louder and her voice would have cracked like delicate porcelain. "L.T.", as Raven called her, had one more heartbeat-skipping surprise for Maddie. As the beautiful blonde laid there, she felt fingers in the middle of her back and before she could even think about uttering a protest, she felt the hooks of her bra being unfastened. So much for slowing down her breathing.

Everything inside her wanted to flip over, pull the heiress, her best friend, down to her and do the one thing with London that she had yet to do. She was already head over heels in love. Her heart already skipped beats when she was near. She was getting her massage. She simply wanted to lose herself in London's eyes.

London worked some lotion into her hands and started at the top of Maddie's back, working her way down, drinking in every square inch of her soft, supple skin as she did. More lotion. Her fingers probed, coaxing all the stress and anxiety out of the tense muscles. The closer she came to the curve of Maddie's back, the more tense she became. She could imagine her tongue dragging along the center line of Maddie's body, settling nicely at the base of that valley, that magnificent curve that lay in front of her. She felt her own heart pounding violently inside her chest. She's starting again. London thought as she applied a little more lotion to her hands. That damned moaning! I can't take much more of this.

Maddie's body might have been on the bed, but her mind was floating in mid-air. She was nearly drunk with arousal. She wanted to push her backside into London so bad. She wanted to feel London grind down into her. She wanted to feel London's warm breath on her neck. She wanted to feel her taut yet soft body on top of hers.

London's inner self was begging for Maddie to suddenly flip over and take her, overwhelm her. The kisses in the car were just a teasing appetizer of the succulent feast that awaited them. She had arrived at the small of Maddie's back. She pressed her thumbs into the small of her back on either side of Maddie's spine. London looked down at her hands as they worked. There they were. Thumbholes. Two small indentations in Maddie's lower back.

She had to. She couldn't resist. They were there for the taking. London continued to work the muscles of Maddie's lower back. The moaning stopped. Just breathing. One time. That's all London needed for the moment. That's all Trixie needed for the moment. She placed her thumbs gently into the indentations and gingerly gripped Maddie's waist and then slowly began kneading. This move was not in any textbook London had read, any class that London had taken.

There was no moaning. London did hear Maddie clearly and distinctly draw breath between her teeth and bury her face into her pillow. That was it. To her ears, Maddie might has well have tapped out in submission. Trixie had won. She had held off her politically correct alter ego, London and she had just defeated Maddie and was just seconds away from enjoying the spoils of her victory. Then London made her final comeback.

"Okay." London said softly. "You're done." London reluctantly slid off of Maddie and stood over her, admiring her handy work. "Oh, here." London leaned over and slowly re-hooked her bra.

Maddie slowly lifted her head. Another few seconds and I would have given myself to her. "You are wonderful." Maddie said with that now all too familiar purr in her voice. "I haven't felt this good in a long time." Maddie sat up looking at London.

"I told you…" London's voice began to take on a purr of its own. "I'd have you feeling better in no time." Oh my God! Get the hell out of this room now London! "I'm just gonna… go wash my hands so we can get going. We've got… dresses to buy."

"Right! Right. Dresses." Maddie said. London started toward the bedroom door. "London… you can use this bathroom."

"S'ok. I'll use this one out here." London crossed the threshold, closing her eyes in relief that she was out of the danger zone. She walked toward the guest bathroom near the front door slowly rubbing her hands together and looking at them, still tingling from touching Maddie.

Maddie sat on the edge of her bed staring at the empty threshold where London had stood seconds earlier. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and licked her lips. If only London knew how close she was… Maddie thought as she stood up to go to her bathroom.

London stepped into the guest bathroom and closed the door behind her. She turned the faucet on and began soaping her hands. She stared intently at the image looking back at her in the mirror. If she was smoldering when she got off the plane, then the massage ignited her. She ran her hands under the cool water, imagining the door behind her easing open, hands wrapping around her waist. Kisses being planted on her neck. The water shuts off; hands are dried. She can feel Maddie's breath on her neck. She closes her eyes. Maddie…

Maddie went into her bathroom to freshen up for their afternoon. She stepped out of her jeans and her underwear and stood in the middle of her bathroom. She looked down at her panties on the floor and visually confirmed what she already knew. She brought her hand down to her center. One touch made her shiver. Wetness. London did this.

London slipped her hand inside the unbuttoned waist of her jeans. The gasp caught in the back of her throat. The touch was light. The pace was slow. All nerve endings were on the highest of high alerts. She was as swollen and wet as she had ever remembered. Each circle with her fingers drew another halting gasp. Head thrown back. Back flat against the door. Maddie…

Maddie sat at her vanity. Naked. Eyes closed. Fingers dancing. Glistening slickness. If only she would walk in. Hands cupping breasts; joining in the dance. The burn was intensifying. Nipples erect. Pinching. Rolling. Fingers slowly pressing inside. My God… London…

London's hand found its way inside her shirt. Caressing sensitive nipples. Her warm mouth… Please… Fingers sliding slowly in and out. Heart is pounding. Gasps are ragged. Need release… Maddie…

She laid down on the rug in front of the bathtub. Head all the way back. Fingers sliding all the way in. London, please walk in on me… Breathing is labored. Chest is heaving. Heart is palpitating. Oh…god, baby please… yes… almost…

Jeans are around ankles. Top is on the floor. Fingers dipping and swirling. I need you so bad… The sensation is almost unbearable. The build-up is intense. The release is imminent. Ma… ddie… I'm… gonna…

LONDON!

MADDIE!

They both collapse on the floor of their respective bathrooms. The tension of the massage was simply too much to bear. That release was necessary. That release was overdue. That release was only just the beginning.

Sorry it took so long to update. I hope it was worth the wait. See you in a few days with chapter 7. Thank you and PLEASE REVIEW.