As Sasha promised, she and Marcy hadn't moved from the couch since they rolled out of bed at noon, with the exception of cleaning up her mess from the night before which Marcy offered to do, but Sasha knew in her heart Marcy would somehow get hurt in the process so she insisted on doing it herself. The last thing either of them needed was for her to fall face first into a pile of broken glass.

"So about yesterday, I know I crossed the line. I know how passionate you are about Amphibi-Anne. I'm just a little shocked by your career path, ya know? You were so smart in school, and you undoubtedly still are. I just thought you would've found a cure for cancer by now or something."

Marcy chuckles at the cure for cancer thing. "I understand where you're coming from Sasha. I know you mean well. You just have an overly explicit way of showing it. I know the studio that bought the rights to the webcomic hasn't paid as well as I'd hoped, but I promise I'll help out however I can. I appreciate you letting me stay this long rent-free and it's about time I step up."

"I enjoy your company Marce. It's been nice catching up with you after you moved away for ten years."

They both focused on the TV and saw a strip club scene appear in the movie they were watching.

"Maybe you can be a stripper!" Marcy blurted out, then immediately covered her mouth with both hands.

Sasha laughed. "No one could pay me enough to see this." She flexed her arm muscles and spun around on her good foot. "Also there's not much I can do with one foot besides maybe spinning around on a pole all night."

Marcy's face turned red. "I'd love to see that." She said quietly.

"What did you say?"

"N-nothing." Marcy focused on the TV to distract herself.

"You know, if you're lucky enough, maybe you'll get your own private show."

Sasha was wearing nothing but a tank top and her boyshort panties. She didn't see it as such a big deal since Marcy had seen her in a bathing suit before. She had an idea and purposely threw something on the floor so she had to go pick it up. Marcy saw her from the corner of her eye and turned her head in Sasha's direction who at this point had her butt eye-level with her. She must do like a hundred squats every time she goes to the gym because it was firm, but there was just one problem, and it wasn't even a problem, it was a natural part of life.

"Oh Sasha…"

"Like what you see?"

"You're… bleeding. Down there."

Sasha stood back up normally and looked down at her stained panties. "Shit! It's early. I really liked these underwear too, not fair! This has seriously been the worst week ever." She limped to the bathroom to clean herself up.

On the other hand, Marcy did like what she saw, a lot. She couldn't be happier to be living with such a beautiful, strong woman.

"Hey Marce, can you fetch the black briefs out of my bottom drawer for me?"

"Sure!" Marcy walked into Sasha's room and opened the bottom drawer. She gasped and turned red when she saw all the sexy lingerie she owned.

"Oh, what I'd do to see her in this." She pulled out a maroon colored lace teddy that was noticeably more sheer in the chest area. It still had the tags on it so she knew she couldn't have worn it for anyone else.

"Marcy?"

Marcy shook herself out of her daze. "Yeah Sash I'm coming!" She grabbed the black panties, closed the drawer and brought them to her friend in the bathroom.

By the time Sasha returned to the couch, Marcy had the heating pad plugged in and a pint of chocolate ice cream on the coffee table waiting for her.

Sasha sat back down and hugged her. "You're the best Marce."

Marcy placed the warm heating pad on her belly and hugged her back. "No you are."

"I try." Sasha grabbed the ice cream off the table and started eating it. "Want some?" She said with her mouth full.

"Do I?!" Marcy took the ice cream and even used the same spoon. Sasha watched her and laughed. She pushed Marcy's long hair out of her face so she wouldn't get ice cream in it. "You're so cute, you know that?"

Marcy's hair got tangled in her earrings. "Ow Sash! Help!"

"I got it, don't worry." Sasha leaned in and untangled the hair from her three earrings. As she moved away, their heads bumped together, then their noses. Their lips were barely an inch apart at this point and Sasha placed a hand on Marcy's cheek, sealing the space between them. She could taste the ice cream that was still melting in Marcy's mouth.

When Sasha moved away, Marcy couldn't even speak. The poor young lady was in a trance.

"What? If we're sharing spoons now, we can share saliva too."

Marcy stuttered. "G-good point, Sa-shy."

"Ya know, I was thinking, maybe nurse Emily was right. We've been acting like a couple, maybe we should finally be one."

"I-I'd like that, a lot."

"Oh, I'm sure you would, Mar-Mar. I know you were going through my lingerie while I was in the bathroom. Saw anything you'd might like me to model for you sometime?"

"Uhhhhh-huh." Marcy froze. She couldn't even move her mouth.

"Alright, I'll leave you alone before you die or something. So, how are you enjoying the movie so far?"

"It's good." Marcy lied. She hadn't even paid attention to the movie since she saw Sasha's ass nearly touch the ceiling. "So when do you start anger management?"

"Monday morning. The sooner I get it done, the sooner I can start looking for a new job."

"Maybe you should work with Anne in the meantime. She did say her boss would be willing to hire you."

"Yeah maybe, I don't even care that he likes you more than me. I like you more than me." They both laugh. "I guess we can stop by after my therapy on Monday. It will give me some time for my foot to heal."

Marcy bends down and plants a kiss on Sasha's wrapped foot. "Are you in pain right now?"

"Kind of… Oh shoot, our prescriptions!" Sasha remembered.

Marcy gasps. "That's right!"

"I can't believe I'm about to say this–but Marcy, do you know how to drive?"

"Well I have been the top scorer in So You Think You Can Parallel Park every week for three months straight!"

Sasha facepalms and reaches for her phone on the coffee table. "I'll just get it delivered."

Author's Note: My apologies for the short chapter. I promise the next few will be much more eventful 👀