If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.
– Anne Morrow Lindbergh

"Excuse me," Paige said, rising from her chair and trying her best to remain calm, "What was that?"

After an afternoon in bed, she and Emily decided to head out to a restaurant for dinner. There weren't many options in the area. Paige directed Emily to a family owned place that her family used to love when they were growing up. They had been enjoying their dinner and their conversation when a slightly tipsy man walked by and made a comment to his wife about "those two dykes."

Emily reached for Paige's hand in an attempt to calm her. "It's not worth it, Paige."

Paige snatched her hand away and balled her hands at her sides as she stepped between the man and the aisle. "It is worth it. We're worth it. He has an opinion. I want to hear it."

The man had suddenly lost his tongue. It seemed to Emily that he was about to let his fists do the talking. He didn't seem to be the type who was above hitting a lady. Paige didn't seem to care, at that moment.

"Please," his wife said, crossing between the two of them, "Allow me to apologize. It was a stupid comment that my husband thought was funny. He never should have said it. I'm very – we're very sorry. You two should be able to have a nice evening without having to deal with stupid shit like this. In fact," she said, reaching into her husband's wallet and taking out two twenties, "please enjoy your dinner on us." She extended the bills toward Paige, but Paige never took her eyes off the man, who was staring straight back at her. Finally, Emily stepped up, took the money and thanked the couple. "Apology accepted," she said, as she rubbed Paige's back and coaxed her back into her seat.

Emily continued to rub Paige's back after they both took their seats, attempting to calm her down. It was several seconds before Paige could even look at her. She grabbed her hand. "I'm sorry, Em. I shouldn't have let that jerk get to me."

Emily was smiling, biting the corner of her lip. "I've never seen you like that before." Paige dipped her head, embarrassed. Emily ran her fingers up the inseam of Paige's jeans and purred into her ear, "It was so hot. You have no idea how turned on I am right now." As she pulled away, she nibbled at Paige's earlobe. She could see the deep red rising up from Paige's neck. Emily began rubbing her leg up Paige's calf underneath the table, her hand still roaming up the inside of Paige's thigh, painfully close to the border of the Promised Land. Your move, McCullers.

"Em, you're going to get us kicked out of here. This is a family restaurant!"

"Yeah? Am I being bad?" Emily moved her hand from Paige's thigh and slipped it under her sweater, circling Paige's navel with her fingertips, keeping her tone low and sexy, "Are you going to have to take care of me the way you took care of that bigot?"

"Jesus, Em!" Paige said, grabbing the money the man's wife had given them with a new sense of urgency, "Where the hell is our fucking waiter?"

Paige drove on the trip back to the lake house. Paige drove all night long.

Once they got to the house, Paige hoisted Emily up by her hips. Emily wrapped her legs around Paige and screamed as Paige began to carry her upstairs. "PAIGE! Put me down! You're going to drop me!"

Paige was too hopped up on adrenaline to stop. She kicked the bedroom door open and threw Emily down on the bed. "Holy shit!" Emily gasped, catching her breath and gripping the muscles on Paige's arms, "I had no idea you were so strong."

Paige was kissing her roughly, explaining between kisses, "I used to play field hockey."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. They named a penalty after me."

Emily was overwhelmed by the desire to be dominated by Paige. As Paige continued to assault her lips, Emily squeezed her triceps and said, "You could just overpower me. I wouldn't stand a chance." Paige took the cue. She sat up, her knees on either side of Emily's waist and ripped open Emily's shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. "God, yes, Paige!" Paige pinned Emily's hands above her head and starting gnawing at her nipples through her bra, making hungry, animalistic noises. Emily couldn't stop her hips from thrusting upwards, desperately trying to get the stimulation that she craved. Paige was taking her, and she was exploding with desire.

Paige caught sight of the hickey she'd given Emily in their game of penalties earlier that afternoon, and the sight set her off. She pushed Emily's bra up over her breasts and started sucking and nibbling on them. She worked her way up to Emily's neck, biting, licking, and sucking while aggressively massaging Emily's breasts. Emily was rubbing her legs together so hard that she thought her jeans would ignite. Paige shifted her attention lower, yanking Emily's legs apart and palming her crotch through her jeans.

"Off! Please, Baby, take them off! I need you inside me!" Paige stared up at her with blackened pupils and a fierce expression. She crouched lower on the bed and hoisted Emily's legs onto her shoulders, licking and nibbling at her, still refusing to relieve her of her jeans. Emily's pleas and moans became more desperate, and Paige shot her a cocky grin – but then she caught a whiff of the scent of Emily's pussy mixed with the scent of denim, and it blew her mind. In a second, Emily's jeans and panties were on the other side of the room, and Paige was discovering just how deep her tongue could reach inside Emily. Paige snarled, "God, you taste so fucking good, Emily!" Emily's thighs tightened around Paige's head, as she used her knees to force Paige even deeper inside her. Paige couldn't breathe. She didn't slow down. Finally, with a gasp, she broke Emily's death grip on her head and curled two fingers into the space where her tongue had been, kissing and biting Emily's inner thighs. "I'm so fucking hot right now, Emily! The smell of you has me all wet." Paige wrapped her tongue around Emily's clit, and Emily couldn't hold out any longer. She let out a blood-curdling scream, her hips high off the bed, before she froze in place and slowly shuddered back onto the mattress.

Paige waited for Emily's breathing to even out, then sat up slowly on the bed. She moved down to the foot of the bed and crouched at Emily's feet. Emily looked down at her with a puzzled expression. Paige just smiled at her. She teased her index finger across the sole of Emily's socks, causing Emily to squeal her name between laughs. Then, she yanked off the left sock and began massaging Emily's foot with both hands, rubbing the ball of her feet, kneading her instep, flexing her toes. She finished by kissing each toe and grazing it with her teeth, repeating the process on the right foot.

Paige spread Emily's legs and sat herself in between Emily's feet. She proceeded to massage Emily's calves and up her thighs, enjoying the moans that Emily was making as she progressed. She told Emily to roll over, and Emily obeyed, joining her hands underneath her face and smiling, with her eyes closed. Paige massaged the back of her legs, interspersing kisses as she worked up from Emily's feet to her ass.

Paige got up and undressed. Then, she sat down on Emily's ass and began massaging her back, kneading, chopping, and rubbing. Emily was sure that this was what heaven was like. "What did I do to deserve this, Paige?"

"You're you, Emily. That's all that matters."

"Let me take care of you, now."

"No, not now. Just lie back and enjoy. My time will come."

Emily was in no position to argue. The last thing she remembered was feeling Paige stretch her body out on top of her as she drifted off to sleep.