Paige and Emily were planning to get an early start back to campus on Sunday morning, but, after a night of cuddling next to Emily, breathing in her scent, and feeling her warmth, Paige woke up in the mood. She lifted the hair off of Emily's neck and began peppering the exposed skin with tender, soft kisses. Emily didn't need any encouragement. She had a huge smile on her face when turned over towards Paige. She reached her hands to the side of Paige's face, rubbing her earlobes between her thumbs and forefingers as she applied long, wet kisses to Paige's neck and jaw. Their legs intertwined, each ravenously grinding her thigh against the other's. Paige grabbed Emily's ass, pulling her in harder against her thigh, grunting ferociously. Emily took advantage of the opportunity to roll on top of Paige. She immediately inserted two fingers and backed them with her knee to drive the point home. Paige let out a primal scream as she drove her hips into Emily's fingers, returning her hands to caress Emily's ass and in and out of her thighs.

Emily pinched Paige's nipple with her free hand, sucking and kissing around Paige's piercing on the other breast. She could feel Paige getting close; clenching around her fingers as her breath became more ragged and her moans became louder. She lowered herself slightly, kissing and biting Paige's taut stomach and tickling her hand up Paige's side as Paige exploded in contractions of ecstasy.

Emily laid her head down on Paige's stomach, gently rubbing her girl's sides as she relaxed into their few remaining moments in the cabin.

Until Paige broke the silence - and the mood.

"See? This is what I was worried about. What happens when we get back to campus? I mean, what's to stop this from happening all the time?"

Emily giggled into Paige's stomach. "Someone thinks highly of her sexual prowess!"

Paige sat up. "No, I'm serious, Em. We can't afford to have mornings like this once we're back in school."

"Oh, Paige, relax. So your girlfriend wakes up feeling frisky and fucks you brainless from time to time. Is that the worst thing in the world?"

"Well, no, when you put it that way…" Paige lay back down on the mattress with her arm behind her head, the other arm stroking Emily's hair. Before long, she started to feel herself falling asleep. She knew that they had to get going, though, so she bolted out of the bed, pulling Emily up by the hand. Back to reality. There was one thing missing, though. "Emily?" she started timidly, looking down to see a look of pure love in Emily's eyes.

"Yes, Paige?"

"This is going to sound weird, but, there's sort of something that I've wanted to try for a long time. With you."

Emily was determined not to let Paige see how nervous she was about where this was going. She wanted Paige to feel safe. And when it came down to it, she knew that she trusted Paige, whatever it was that she wanted to try. "What is it Paige? You can ask me anything."

Paige's response was halting. "Well, ever since I started… noticing you… I've just had this urge – fantasy, more like – to…" Paige laughed self-consciously. She couldn't believe what she was actually about to admit to Emily. Emily put her hands on Paige's shoulders and gently rubbed them, to calm her down and encourage her to continue. "to… I can't believe that I'm saying this out loud." She decided just to spit it out: "Can I motorboat you?"

Emily laughed, slightly relieved. She threw her head back and opened her arms wide, to give Paige better access. "Have at 'em!"

After the girls showered, they tidied up the cabin a bit, wanting to leave it in better shape for the next visitors than it had been left for them. They packed up their belongings and loaded the car. Since their plan to get an early start on the drive home had been sidetracked, they decided to make the most of the last bit of free time that they had left and see a little of the town. They passed a cute little antique shop and went in to take a look. The store was full of charming, horribly overpriced trinkets, and they were amusing themselves by making fun of all the inventory. They put a quick end to their game when an official-looking young man in a shirt and tie showed up.

"Ladies," he said in a voice like honey, "You certainly seem to be enjoying our stock!"

"Sorry," Emily said sheepishly. "I'd go crazy if I worked in a shop like this! I would just want to play with everything all day!"

"Oh, trust me," he said in reply to Emily's statement, but with his eyes fixed on Paige, "I understand what you mean. Sometimes, it takes all of my willpower to keep my hands to myself." He quirked his eyebrow to emphasize his point. Without thinking, Emily grabbed her girlfriend's arm defensively.

"Yeah. Well, I think that we're just going to go, right Paige?"

"Here, let me give you my card," he said, offering it up to Paige of course – although she had yet to say a word to him. "My name's Byron. If you're ever in the market for something exotic, do give me a ring."

Emily intercepted the card and put it in her pocket. "We'll be sure to do that, Byron. Come on, Honey."

When Emily was sure that they were out of his sight, she let go of Paige's arm in a huff.

"'Honey?' That's a new one!" Paige joked, with no idea that Emily was upset, or why. Emily just rolled her eyes. "What's the matter, Em?" she asked innocently.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Emily said mockingly. "What's the matter with Byron?" She sneered at the name.

"Right? He was just overflowing with personality, wasn't he?"

"He was overflowing with something, all right."

"Well, I can understand why he would be like that. It must be hard to move inventory at those prices. He probably has to come on strong."

"Paige." Emily was fed up. "Don't be so oblivious. He was hitting on you."

Paige tried to laugh it off, but she saw from Emily's expression that she wasn't joking. "Oh, come on, Em! I think I'd know if someone were hitting on me!"

"Of course you would!"

"What? You think I wouldn't?"

"Paige. Your roommate – who had already confessed that she had feelings for you – kissed you on the lips every night, paraded around half naked in front of you, and slept with her body wrapped around yours in your fucking bed, and you had absolutely no clue that you were being hit on!"

Paige opened her mouth to protest, but she realized that she didn't have a leg to stand on. Then it occurred to her, "But you were there in the shop with me, Emily. If he were going to hit on anybody, it would've been you!"

"Nice try," Emily said, shaking her head in exasperation.

"What? Why would anybody hit on me over you?"

"I swear, Paige!" she spat, losing her patience, "Sometimes, this whole clueless thing of yours is cute, but right now, it's just annoying."

Paige switched tactics again. "Well, even if he was hitting on me, Emily, you know that I'm not interested in anybody but you! I wasn't hitting on him!"

"God! I know that Paige it's just… Ugh! It's so aggravating! You encourage people to flirt with you because you don't even realize that you're being flirted with, and, hello! I'm your girlfriend! I'm right here!"

"Yes. You're my girlfriend." Paige was trying to skirt the fine line between being calming and coming off as patronizing. "And I guess that's why I can't tell that people are flirting with me, because I can't see anyone but you."

"Oh, sure. Smooth, McCullers. Whatever," Emily said dismissively. Paige gave her an intense stare, to drive home the point that she could only see Emily. Emily softened, deciding not to let some jerk ruin their day. She leaned into Paige's side and they started walking again.

"Does this count as a fight?" Paige asked after a while, "Because I've never had make-up sex before!"

Emily couldn't help muttering to herself, "You never had any sex before you met me, and don't you forget it." Paige just kept flashing her sweet, oblivious, I-have-no-idea-the-effect-that-I-have-on-people smile.

They found a place to stop for breakfast. As much as she tried to move on from her anger and jealousy over the Byron incident, Emily was still a bit steamed. It didn't help seeing that goofy grin on Paige's face as she looked at the menu. Emily finally pulled the menu away from Paige's face and asked what was so funny.

"Nothing! Can't I just be happy?"

"You can be happy. I just want to know why you still have that dorky smile plastered across your face."

"I don't know. It just feels nice, you know? – to know that you love me; that you're bothered when someone else pays attention to me."

"Of course I am. Are you going to tell me that you wouldn't be bothered if someone were hitting on me?"

"No, of course I'd be bothered. I am bothered, every time that it happens. But, you know, it's just nice to know that you get those feelings, too. That someone like you would actually feel that way about someone like me."

"Yeah, I love you, Paige," she said sincerely, tilting her head. "I want you all to myself."

Paige giggled and pumped her fist in the air. She let out a small, "Yay!" under her breath.

Emily shook her head. "Oh, God. You're so adorkable!"

Emily woke up at the swerving of the rental car. She took a second to get her bearings before she cried out, "Paige!"

"Oh, hey, Em. We're making good time. You can go back to sleep."

"Paige, slow down. You're going to get us killed!"

"I'm not speeding. It's the rest of these fools who don't know how to drive," Paige said as she fishtailed into and out of the passing lane. "Get out of the slow lane, Grandma!" she yelled into the rear view mirror.

"Paige, pull over at that Target up ahead!"

"What? You need something?" Paige glanced over to the passenger seat briefly. "We're making great time, Em," she reminded her.

"PAIGE!"

Paige knew from Emily's tone that she'd better not say, "What?" Instead, she shot Emily an innocent look.

"Pull. Over. At that. Target."

Paige shrugged her shoulders in surrender, changed lanes, and pulled into the lot.

"Okay - try to be quick," she said, as though she were still in control.

"Give me the keys."

"Wha?"

"The Keys. Give me them."

"I feel fine, Em. I'm cool to keep driving."

Emily held out her hand and stared wordlessly into Paige's eyes. Paige threw her hands up and started to say something, but Emily intensified her stare. Paige took the keys out of the ignition and defeatedly handed them over. "I'm not going to let you kill us - or someone else on the road - because you're so fucking competitive behind the wheel. "

Paige put her head down and started muttering to herself, trying to save a little face as she undid her seat belt. She walked behind the car on her way to the passenger seat, once she saw that Emily was walking in front.

Emily got into the driver's seat and took a moment to calm down. Paige shrank into the passenger seat, trying to make herself small. She was still muttering to herself. "Paige, calm down," Emily said in a soothing voice. "You're way too keyed up." She reached out a hand to Paige's back, but Paige reflexively jerked further into herself. Emily started giggling.

"Oh, so this is funny to you?" Paige's gaze was still fixed on the window.

Emily tried her best to control herself, but Paige was just being so damned cute. "No," she finally said. "This is totally serious!" another giggle escaping her lips.

Paige let out a deep sigh, with a long shake of her head. "It's a damn good thing that I love you so much."

Emily reached over and stroked her shoulder. "Yes, and it's a damn good thing that you're so great in bed."

Emily put the car in gear and they got back on the road. After a minute, Paige looked up meekly and spoke. "Speaking of 'in bed,' am I going to get to see 'Give me the keys' Emily there sometime?"

Emily gave her a devilish grin and an elbow-jab to the ribs. "I guess that depends how hard you're driving, McCullers!"

Paige whipped out her phone when she heard it buzz, a little confused when she saw who was texting her. "Um," she said reading it, "Hanna wants me to tell my girlfriend to start responding to her texts." Emily shook her head with a smile. "Did you get her texts?"

Emily gestured toward her purse. "See for yourself!"

Hanna: Who topped?
Hanna: Still waiting for that nip pic.

Paige laughed it off. "You've got to love Hanna."

"Yes, I suppose you do. Did Pru text you?"

"Yeah, just some lame jokes about Paige McLovin. The same ones she's been using as long as I've known her."

"Are you ready to face our teammates?"

"I'd like to think that they'll be a little more mature about things." They looked at each other and said, at the same time, "Nah!"

By the time they got the car back to the rental agency, got back to campus, got unpacked, and got ready for bed, they were both exhausted. Paige was stalking around the bed with a look on her face like that of a fourth-grader outside the principal's office. Emily was under the covers, waiting impatiently for Paige's company. "Paige! What are you waiting for? Just get in here!" She turned around and saw the look of sheer panic on Paige's face. She started again, with more understanding. "Listen, you're just going to climb in bed and cuddle with me, the same as always."

"But what if we can't – I can't – control myself?"

Emily stayed calm. "Paige, we've been sleeping in this bed together practically since the beginning of the school year, and we've never had any problems with self-control."

"Bu we weren't sleeping together before!"

"That's exactly my point! We could've crossed that line at any time over the past three months, but we have self-control. And if we decide to fool around from time to time, that's fine. We know how to discipline ourselves when we need to."

Paige started to relax. She managed a small smile as she climbed in behind Emily. Emily sighed in relief at being back in Paige's arms.

"And if I happen to feel the urge to fall asleep, you know, holding your boobs?"

Emily reached for Paige's hand and pulled it on top of her breast, leaving her hand on top of Paige's. "Hell yes, McCullers! Hell yes!"