When they got to the hotel it seemed their luck still hadn't change. Crossed wires or just plain ignorance meant that a family suite had been booked for Erica Kane and her daughters. Any other time Erica would have kicked up a huge fuss about the fact they would be forced to share rooms, but there was no time to complain. As far as Erica was concerned the three hours they had before the limousine arrived to take them to the premier was barely enough time to get dressed.

Griffin headed off to his own room a few doors down the hall. The suite was indeed luxurious, there a huge lounge with a picture window overlooking Broadway and two bedrooms; a double and a twin. Their suitcases were waiting for then in the middle of lounge, and so was the beautician sent to help them get ready.

While Erica cornered the young woman, explaining the look she wanted Bianca looked at Marissa, a question in her eyes. Did Marissa feel ready to share a room with her, share a bed? Marissa looked back a nervous smile on her lips. She wasn't sure what her next move should be. She wanted to be with Bianca but a small part of her was scared to take this next step.

The unasked question was answered abruptly by Erica as she picked up her makeup case and led the beautician towards the twin room.

"Come on Kendal." she said, "I will need your help to unpack."

Kendal shook her head and after giving Bianca an encouraging smile she picked up her mother's suitcase along with her own and followed Erica into the room.

"She probably thinks we already…" began Bianca, suddenly feeling so awkward and nervous about the whole thing.

"Well we have." said Marissa her smile suddenly very tense. "It's just I don't remember."

"But you don't mind sharing?" Bianca asked apprehension in her voice. "I mean I could share with mom if you'd rather not?"

Marissa stepped forward and took her hand.

"Don't you dare." she said, her smile brightening before she planted a soft kiss on Bianca's lips. "I want to share with you."

Bianca almost melted with relief.

…

Marissa couldn't take her eyes off of the bed.

Now Erica was pleased with her appearance Bianca was in the other room, taking her turn at being made up by the young Beautician, who had turned out to be another Heidi.

Marissa's mind was running on overdrive. As much as she wanted to be with Bianca and there were times when it was all she could think about, there were times that doubt came back to bite her. What would it be like, what should she expect. Her amnesia had left her mind blank in that department. As much as she was relieved to have no memory of her time with JR; with Bianca she always wished her mind would bring her something more substantial than dreams.

They had talked about it. When Marissa revealed how truly blank her memory was Bianca had made a nervous joke about her losing her virginity all over again. Then Bianca got a little distant, clearly the news had concerned her. She was now going out of her way not to push Marissa and letting her come to things in her own time. Now there was a constant feeling of restraint on Bianca's part, like she holding back so much more than she was letting show, and yet she showed a lot.

Thanks to Erica, they had had a push. Maybe it was just what they needed. Despite her earlier words there was still a doubt. She was ready wasn't she?

Marissa stared at the pristine sheets, her stomach doing worried somersaults.

"It's just a bed." she muttered. "It's just a bed."

There was a brief knock and the door opened. Bianca was there, beautiful coiffured; her hair swept back, curls draped over her left shoulder.

She gave a happy sigh at the sight of Marissa dressed for the red carpet.

"That gown is definitely the best present I have ever brought for myself." said Bianca, smiling, as she moved closer.

"So." she added, pulling a small box from behind her back. "I thought I should get something that is just for you."

"You didn't need to get me anything else." protested Marissa, "You already got me this dress."

"Don't be mad, it's just a little thing." said Bianca, quietly; planting a soothing kiss on Marissa's cheek. "And it's something you already possess, something you will always possess."

Curious, Marissa opened the flat jewellery box. Inside was a necklace, a red crystal heart wrapped in silver filigree suspended on a silver chain.

"I wanted to give you my heart!" said Bianca, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

Marissa was speechless.

"Here let me." said Bianca, gently taking the box from Marissa's unresisting hands and stepping behind her to fix the necklace around her neck.

"When I saw this it reminded me of the story the children made up for us." explained Bianca. The necklace fastened, she placed a kiss at the base of Marissa's neck. "And I wanted to show you how much I love you. You are the keeper of my heart and I know you will take good care of it"

Marissa reached up with tentative fingers to touch the pendant as its weight touched her chest. Her breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing. This was the most beautiful thing anyone had done for her.

When Bianca stepped back to face her, there was worry in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" she asked, concerned about Marissa's silence.

Marissa just shook her head, not quite able to believe how amazing her girlfriend truly was; a smile springing to her lips. Without a word she kissed Bianca fiercely, trying to express the explosion of emotion that was boiling within her. Bianca, not expecting the onslaught, fell back onto the bed at the force of the kiss. Marissa followed her down not wanting to break the contact.

Bianca pulled away slightly.

"Careful." she gasped.

But Marissa just closed the gap between them again, not wanted to stop savouring those beautiful lips. Nothing else mattered.

Bianca pulled away once more.

"Your dress." she panted.

Marissa silenced her with another kiss. Bianca sighed, completely surrendering to the moment. Marissa felt warm arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer as she lost herself in the taste of Bianca's mouth.

"I love you." she sighed between kisses. "God, I love you."

Bianca chose that moment to take charge. She reversed their position, rolling Marissa into her back. Leaning down, she led a trail of kisses down Marissa's neck to the base of her throat and along her exposed shoulder. Every kiss sent a shockwave through Marissa's entire body. When Bianca recaptured her lips, her kiss was hungrier and more passionate than any they had shared before. Marissa couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips, this was the Bianca from her dreams, a Bianca that was no longer holding back. She wrapped her fingers into Bianca's hair, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss, aware suddenly of the sensation of Bianca's fingers on her stomach and the slow path that hand was taking up towards her ribs. Marissa pushed her whole body forward suddenly desperate for Bianca to touch her…

…

There was a loud knock at the door.

"Hey guys… holy crap!"

Kendal was in the doorway, her hand quickly lifted to obscure her eyes.

"You guys need to get a room." she cried.

Bianca looked at her sister annoyed at her for disturbing the moment.

"We have," she said, "We are in it."

"Well mom is going to kill you. Look at you and Heidi has gone."

"What do you mean?"

Marissa looked a little guilty.

"I kind of messed up your hair." she said. "And your make up. Sorry."

Bianca sat up to look in the mirror, her hair was now all sticking up on one side and her lipstick was smeared.

She turned to Marissa with a grin.

"It was worth it." she said beaming. "Beside it won't take a minute to fix."

"Well." said Kendal. "That was the thing. The car is here."

…

Bianca went from a mess to a beauty in record time. She brushed out the intricate style and left her hair down. Her makeup was saved by a new coat of lipstick and a little foundation.

"How do I look?" she asked the waiting Marissa.

"Gorgeous." said Marissa a confident smile on her lips.

"So are we all ready?"

"I'm ready." said Marissa, grabbing her purse from the dressing table, her grin so wide it threatened to split her face.

Marissa followed Bianca out of the room but when she got to the threshold she turned back to gaze at the bed one last time.

"I'm ready." she said, all her nervousness gone.

…